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Chapter 53 The last little trick

The Longmen Palace suffered a natural disaster!

It is said that Tianhuo took a white cloud to fall on the Xihui Tower, and the descendants did not dare to extinguish the skyfire, lest they would provoke even more severe punishment from heaven.

So a gorgeous Xihui Tower was swallowed by the sky fire.

Skyfire is so magical that it only burned the Xihui Tower, but the silk warehouse next to the pavilion was intact.

"People in the Longmen Palace said that this is to avoid disaster with a small disaster. A pavilion can be used to make the Longmen Palace safe from top to bottom. It is very worthwhile."

Liang Weng secretly looked at the owner's face while reporting to the owner.

The Longmen Palace was burned by the Yun's lamp flying in the wind. Liang Weng knew it. At that time, when the Xihui Building was on fire, he was going to take someone to rescue the fire.

Yun Lang sighed: "No one can lie to Gillian, prepare fifty gold, and I go to the Changmen Palace to compensate others."

Liang Weng hesitated and whispered: "Lang Jun, since the Longmen Palace thinks it is a natural disaster, if you tell them it was a fire accidentally ignited by our family, others may not appreciate it.

The world is under fire, and the servants who guard the pavilion are not guilty. If our family accidentally made them, those servants should be punished according to law! "

Yun Lang was stunned for a moment, and then waved his hand to signal that Liang Weng didn't need to say anything, and he didn't need to prepare gold anymore. At this time, he was still ready to go. He had to comfort Gillian anyway.

When Yun Lang came to the Changmen Palace, he found that Gillian was inspecting the Xihui Tower, which had been burned to ashes, and there was no anger in his face.

"It burns very clean."

Yun Lang looked at Liang Jiao, who was trembling in the wind and blowing green smoke.

"Xi Hui, Xi Hui, I didn't like this frustrated pavilion at all, and it was just the right time for the fire to burn."

Yun Lang looked around. Although the Ajiao family lost a pavilion, the rest of the pavilion was still densely packed, and the guilt in his heart disappeared.

"This place is cleaned up and planted with autumn chrysanthemums. When autumn comes, it will be a good color."

Gillian gave Yun Lang a glance and said, "I don't even like the word Xihui. Do you think I will like the muted Qiuju?"

Yun Lang smiled and said: "No matter what kind of planting, it is necessary to clean up the fire quickly. Such a scene is not suitable for placing in the Longmen Palace."

Gillian smiled and said, "I'm going to put it here to show people, are you a little guilty?"

Yun Lang shook his head and said: "Natural disaster, it is difficult to prevent."

Yun Lang avoided Gillian's sight and hoped Gillian would focus on the fire in the pavilion.

Gillian looked at Yun Lang and said: "At the moment of the Hai, some temple people came to report that a ghost fire fluttered from the Yun's courtyard, and then went directly to the sky and disappeared.

I said, this is Yun's ancestor sacrifice.

At two o'clock, another temple person came to report that more ghost fires flew from the Yun's courtyard and formed a fire dragon, heading straight to the north.

I said again, this is Yun's ancestor sacrifice! "

At the moment of ugliness, another temple person came to report that the ghost fire of your house was coming again, but this time it was straight to my Longmen Palace.

Yun Lang, what do you think the main palace should say this time? "

Yun Lang sighed: "It's dry and dry, watch out for candles ..."

Gillian raised her foot and kicked a piece of coke under her feet into the fire. Then she smiled and said to Yunlang: "It doesn't matter if a pavilion talks about the reason why you ignite in the air. I might use it later."

Yun Lang smiled and said: "Last night I was teaching disciples to show them the reason why the rising of the clear air and the falling of the bad air.

In order to make it clearer, it was tied with a fire candle, and it became more clear in the dark. "

"Qingqi, turbidity? This palace only heard that when Pangu opened the sky, there was qi rising to the blue sky, and turbidity falling to the earth. I see that the candlelight rose to the sky alone. Have you found the qi? How to find it?"

Yun Lang clicked her mouth and said, "This is my secret from Northwestern Polytechnic."

Gillian looked back at Yunlang and said fiercely: "Being tough before me is not a skill, but being able to be admired by someone who has the ability to be tough under the lord."

Yun Lang smiled bitterly: "I'll accompany you in your pavilion, there is no need to let your majesty know this little thing?"

Gillian laughed: "You think one of your majesty's favorite pavilions has been burned down by you. Does your majesty know?

It ’s just that your majesty does n’t know you burned it. "

Yun Lang quickly clenched his fist and said, "Thank you for your attention."

"This palace is perfect for you. Who will come to Zhouquan?"

"A little Yun's lamp, no one needs to worry about it, this is for you."

After listening to Yun Lang's words, Gillian finally showed a satisfied expression.

For the Han people, there is nothing small above the sky!

Whether it is a stellar fall, a meteor flying, or a spectacular meteor shower, there is always the attention of gas refiners.

As for the wind rising, rain falling, autumn frost, and winter snow, there are even historians making records.

Liu Che's iron hoof can break the earth, but he has no way to deal with the sky. In the understanding of the Han people, the sky belongs to the gods.

Lu Ban made a wooden bird flying in the air for three days, which is naturally a legend.

Even this legend gave Lu Ban the place of the ancestor of the carpenter.

It didn't take much time to tie a Yun's lamp. A Jiao looked at the rough Yun's lamp, and the first time I felt Yun Lang lied to her.

"This thing can fly to the sky? What are you talking about?" Gillian's eyebrows were upright, and he was already angry.

Yun Lang, who was squatting on the ground, accompanied with a smiling face: "The flames are lit, and they are breathless."

Gillian's breathing became rapid, and from the position of Yunlang, Gillian's majestic chest was undulating and heart-shaking.

The woman was clearly on the verge of breaking out, and Yun Lang dared not continue to test Gillian's patience, grabbing the top of Yun's lamp, and immediately lit the hemp mass.

The flame rose, and the shrunken Yun's lamp quickly expanded. When Yun Lang released his hand, the Yun's lamp rose into the air and slowly rose into the air.

Gillian's hand is about to catch, go to the air, oops, and watched Yun's lamp fly farther and farther.

Gillian was never a person who gave up easily. Seeing Yun's lantern fly away, the temple people led a horse, jumped on horseback, and chased it all the way, scaring the people around the Gongnu Temple panicked and chasing. Go down.

Yun Lang looked at the empty gate palace, and when no one came to greet him, he came to the bridge and cut off some of the most colorful lotus flowers with a knife, removed the thorns on the roots of the lotus, and used them with wild grass Tied into a bundle, Kang walked in the direction of Yun's shoulders.

Da Changqiu sat cross-legged under the shade of the tree, drinking tea without a sip, and seeing Yun Lang coming, he greeted him to sit down.

"The nobleman ran away, don't you go and see?"

"No, the old man is old and can't ride a horse."

Yun Lang looked at Dachangqiu suspiciously: "I heard He Chou said yesterday that you still have 500 pounds of strength in your arms, and you can twist a piece of water-soaked linen!"

"Then did he tell you that the old man would wake up three times a night before he would not wet the bed?"

Yun Lang took a sip and said, "I really don't understand, all of them are heroes and heroes, so I'm going to get the knife."

Da Changqiu was too familiar with Yun Lang, and he knew that there was no irony in saying such things, but he was simply embarrassed for them.

"If you didn't get the knife, there would be no heroes. It's a fate to drink and peck. There is no regret."

Yun Lang shook his head and said: "The matter is here, so I have to say so."

Da Changqiu did not answer the call, and took out a volume of bamboo slips full of people's names from his arms and handed it to Yun Lang: "The dog at your house can enter Chang'an."

Yun Lang looked at the roster and saw that many of the names above were beaten by Zhu Bi ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ and quickly said: "You killed all the insiders?"

Da Changqiu looked at Yun Lang like a fool: "Do you think the old man has this power or this ability?"

"Why are these people's names off?"

"The names that have been ticked off are all dead embroidered embroidered messengers. The old man helped you draw a picture of Xu Liang's name."

"So, Xu Liang will not exist from now on?"

"You're lucky, the emperor's two bosses have been sent to Lingnan by His Majesty. These books are all placed in the Changmen Palace. The old man has the opportunity to help you.

After the two big bosses came back, they would only think that Xu Liang had already died in battle, and no one would question him again. "

Yun Lang questioned: "Aren't the two of them assigned to Lingnan?

Da Changqiu said impatiently: "Officials who make mistakes may have such treatment. Do you think that the secret agent has made mistakes? Is it possible to survive?"