Red Heart Survey

Tianxin Qiantang, but at this moment the Qiantang River roars for the clear moon of Rakshasa.

The hearts of the people are getting better and better, but the leaves of the armor have fallen off piece by piece, and they cannot protect the Tao body completely.

There is a road to the mountain of books, but the road gradually becomes quiet.

Gao Zheng stood on the embankment of the Qiantang River, looking desolate.

The clear moon of Rakshasa stands far away from the tide, as if it has nothing to do with this place.

The ultimate power of Yan Dao can crush this side. Although Gao Zheng is vaguely the number one real person in the Southern Region, he still cannot stop him by leveraging the power of the country, the people's hearts, and the power of Shushan.

"Master Rakshasa." Gao Zheng's voice has become hoarse, but he still maintains his demeanor: "It's true that soft persimmons are easy to pinch, but it's not a good thing if your hands are dirty."

"Really?" Rakshasa Mingyuejing's hand continued to sink, and her delicate white jade fingers were as high as the sky: "I would like to see how you dirty my hands."

"Can't we discuss it further?" Gao Zheng asked.

"The person is dead, and Sanfenxianglou's operation has failed." Rakshasa Mingyuejing said: "How to discuss?"

Gao Zhengdao: "Every wrongdoer has his own owner, and every debtor has his own owner. I didn't report the whereabouts of Master Guilou Fengxiang."

"You mean, let me go find Wen Jingxiu?" Rakshasa Mingyue asked with a smile.

"It's up to you who you want to find, but I don't think this matter will involve the monarch... Besides, killing the emperor without permission will be a bit of a problem for you."

Gao Zheng said "it's a trouble", which was very flattering to Rakshasa Ming Yue Jing. In an era when the state system was the mainstream, how could Emperor Zhengshuo punish him without teaching him? There are reasons for the internal changes in the dynasty, like Rakshasa Mingyuejing. Unless she no longer wants her Sanfen Xianglou, she herself must be prepared to go into exile.

"Is that Gong Zhiliang?"

"You can do whatever you want."

"It's really weird!" Rakshasa Mingyue Jing said in surprise: "How come you, a famous prime minister of the Yue Kingdom, don't think about everything for the Yue Kingdom? Isn't it good to just die here and not cause any other troubles?" "

Gao Zheng emphasized: "He is the former prime minister."

He sighed: "I lived for the country of Yue in the first half of my life, and I want to live for myself in the second half of my life."

Rakshasa Mingyue Jing said leisurely: "It sounds like you are quite resentful. It seems that you chose to retire before the end of your term. There are some stories in it."

In the 3729th year of the Dao calendar, Gao Zheng, then the Prime Minister of the Yue Kingdom, promoted the Alliance of Fallen Immortals. This made him famous and his prestige was unparalleled. He has the reputation of being a "famous person through the ages", and the decision has been made before he leaves office!

But after just five years, he retired. Since then, he has been in seclusion on Xiangfeng and has cut off communication.

This matter has been discussed all over the world, but only the person involved knows the truth.

"There are some secrets that are not very bright." Gao Zheng reluctantly supported himself: "Gao is willing to talk about this old incident. Will the poster be willing to listen?"

When Gao Zhengzhi retired, the Yue State was not yet the current emperor, and even the current Yue Emperor Wen Jingxiu was not yet born.

With the support of Nandou Hall, the backing of Mugu Academy, the watchful eye of Shushan, and the support of people all over the country... Why did a famous prime minister suddenly retreat in the turbulent times? The stories included here are indeed worth reading.

"Forget it!" Luosha Mingyuejing said: "I have studied Chen Pu specifically. It happens that there is a little turmoil in the disaster, and he is dealing with it. Wait until he receives your news, and then rush over... It's almost like this It’s time. So do you have any last words?”

Gao Zheng lowered his eyes: "It seems that you are determined to kill me here today."

"You are determined to go against my Sanfenxianglou. Whether the Yue country's surname is Gao or Wen has to be determined. Gong Zhiliang is just a lackey under your sect. With one move of Chu's butcher's knife, Yue's surname is quickly leading the way. How dare you say that you don't know anything?" Rakshasa Mingyuejing said: "You should have this awareness when Faro dies."

"I still have a lot of things to do." Gao Zheng lowered his hands slightly and drooped his eyebrows. He seemed to have given up resistance, but he said: "Master Rakshasa, don't force me."

"It seems that these are your last words." Rakshasa Mingyuejing's voice was emotionless, and the hand that was pressing from afar suddenly turned to wipe -

Take the embankment as the axis and the river surface as the cloth.

It's like a madman who gets drunk and throws away his hair as he pleases!

The last color on Gao Zheng's body, his bright red real blood, was brought out in large areas and splashed in the air in large areas!

Then the sky also becomes the canvas.

The clouds and moon are the background.

But Gao Zheng did not die immediately.

Not only did his aura not decline, but it began to rise.

In his body, there is a force as majestic as the sea roaring!

He stood alone on the road of the causeway, and at this moment the sky and the earth were connected - he was touching the limit of this world, and he was climbing to the extraordinary peak of this world.

This famous prime minister of the Yue Kingdom is indeed a strong man who can spread the Tao at any time. And it is round and without regrets, already complete. The future is bright and there are no obstacles!

"With such concentration and depth, there must be a big picture!" Rakshasa Mingyue said with emotion, as if she was not the one who forced Gao Zheng to immediately change his ways.

She is the master of color.

Gao Zheng is a person depicted by colors.

The infinitely rising power, the lonely Taoist body, the black and white world, the silent Qiantang River, and this picture splashed with large tracts of blood!

Gao Zheng in the scroll did not speak. He also raised his hand and pressed the Rakshasa Mingyue Jing from a distance, letting this woman see his power.

Rakshasa Mingyuejing sighed softly: "It's a pity, if you had developed the Tao earlier years-"

That was all she said.

But her mutton-fat jade-like hand also turned into an infinitely colorful block of color at this moment. This night on the Qiantang River is so gorgeous!

The figure of Rakshasa Mingyuejing disappeared, and the voice of Rakshasa Mingyuejing also disappeared.

Only large blocks of color covered Gao Zheng's body, turning him into a lofty, colorful clay figure.

Clay figurines should be in the hands of craftsmen, not standing alone on the river embankment.

Among all the colorful colors, only Gao Zheng's eyes were clearly black and white.

At this moment, his eyes widened, showing an unimaginable fear: "You have been hiding your strength all this time!"

His eyes are also mixed with color.

When spring turns to autumn, the bright colors will wither.

Like a fallen leaf blown away by the wind. So calm.

This thousand-year-old embankment is now deserted and deserted. Only the river wind still came, making a few waves.

Gao Zheng's voice also disappeared.

Crash.

The tide comes on the Qiantang River. When the tide comes, I am no longer there.

The black and white world does not seem to exist, and the colorful body does not seem to have appeared.

The bright moon and the river are forever lonely.

When the sky begins to rain blood, a wisp of spring breeze comes along with the tide.

The waves are blooming again on the river surface, and the weeping willows on the long embankment are green.

But the man who dared to ask Mu Gu Academy at such a young age is no longer there.

Chen Pu, the dean of Mugu Academy, stood silently on the long embankment.

He stood where Gao Zheng once stood, with a solemn expression.

Although Rakshasa Ming Yue Jing erased all traces, it did not cover up the fact that she killed Gao Zheng - she only erased the possibility of people tracking her.

Chen Pu knew very well about Gao Zheng's strength.

Having supported Yue on his own for a long time, facing a behemoth like the Chu State, Gao Zheng had of course anticipated various situations and made many plans, so that no unexpected situation would happen due to circumstances or reasons.

But today, he still died in battle.

Who would have thought that he would die at the hands of Rakshasa Mingyuejing?

Gao Zheng could become Yan Dao in one step. In the territory of Yue Kingdom and with the support of Shushan, he should have been able to hold on for one step, but he was careful never to leave the Yue Kingdom. But he still died on the way to the top.

Therefore, the sorrow of this world is just weeping for the departure of a real person.

Chen Pu shook his head, just like when he saw Gao Zheng for the first time.

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…

Jiang Wang, a member of the Taixu Pavilion, and Song Huai, the Eastern Heavenly Master, looked at each other without saying a word outside Du'e Peak.

To be precise, Song Huai was speechless.

Although Jiang Wang had his eyes open, his mind was in Ru Meng Ling, performing Taoist deductions. Ever since he learned the subconscious ocean of the yin-yang sage Zhao Fanlu in the small world of Five Virtues, his dream-like order has been essentially improved.

As a member of the Taixu Cabinet, he has the highest authority over the Taixu Illusion Realm Taoist Stage. The Taoist techniques he can deduce using the Taixu Illusion Stage are much more perfect than those he can deduce himself. But the process of using Ru Meng Ling to deduce Taoism can bring Jiang Wang true understanding. The former knows how it is, and the latter knows why it is so.

Jiang Wang is now more accustomed to using the stage to verify after Ru Mengling's deduction. Just like answering the questions after the exam.

Du'e Peak was shrouded in the rolling soldiers, and there was still no movement in the Nandou Secret Realm.

Song Huai still couldn't help but say: "You have such a good relationship with that boy from the Zuo family, aren't you worried about their situation inside?"

Jiang Wang replied casually: "If there is any accident in such a foolproof war, it will not be something I can solve."

With Duke An Guo leading the team and supporting the army, he really had nothing to worry about in this war that everyone in the Chu Kingdom was watching. But when Song Huai asked this question, he couldn't help but murmur - Did Master Dongtian see something? Was there really an accident?

"What do you think of Chu State?" Song Huai asked.

Jiang Wangdao said: "The treasures are abundant, the people are outstanding, the poems are magnificent, and the world is famous!"

"What do you think of Jing Guo?" Song Huai asked again.

"Very good!" Jiang Wang said.

Song Huai glanced at him: "...What do you think of Wu Zhaochang?"

"Am I qualified to comment on Mr. An Guo?" Jiang Wang couldn't help but asked, "You...what's the matter?"

"I can't bear to see you practicing in front of me." Song Huai said with a serious expression, "My apprentice has delayed you for five years, and I will delay you too."

Jiang Wang looked at him for a while, not sure whether he was serious or joking. Finally, I still respect the old man: "Then I will practice behind you. If you don't look back, I won't be in front of you."

It was at this moment that the cloud of evil surrounding Due Peak dissipated in an instant.

Xiang Bei, holding a peerless halberd, jumped on the top of the mountain. He was wearing heavy armor and was stained with blood. The evil spirit on his body has not disappeared, but he has a towering voice, saying from a distance: "Master Dongtian, member of the Jiang Cabinet, please come to the banquet of Nan Dou - the Duke of the country invites you!"

His tall figure resembles the shadow of a mountain outside. But under the gradually brightening skylight, the outline gradually became clear.

It turns out that the night curtain has been torn apart, and half of the morning sun has been revealed.

This long night has passed.

"Nandou Hall is gone!" Song Huai said declaratively.

"Nandou Hall is gone." Xiang Bei confirmed.

Jiang Wang just turned sideways and said politely to Song Huai: "Please go first."

After the evil cloud dispersed, Du'e Peak did not appear deserted. As early as when the army was fighting in the secret realm of Nandou, a large number of auxiliary soldiers were already clearing the ruins on the mountain - obviously the Chu people had regarded this as Chu land and were cleaning up their own land. Home yard.

At this moment, the evil clouds dissipated, the night receded, and the golden glow flowed over the mountains, as if they were reborn.

But this feeling disappeared after truly entering the Nandou Secret Realm.

From the broken entrance, he easily stepped into the secret realm of Nandou, followed Xiang Bei who led the way, and flew down to the star named "Si Ming".

With Jiang Wang's eyesight, he could see the people living on this star from a distance.

Looking down at the world from this perspective, they are as small as ants, and like ants, crawling tirelessly in low nests.

The Chu army did not engage in any massacre of mortals here, and even the lives of these people in the stars were not greatly affected - the main battlefield was still called the "Temple of Siming" by the people in the stars.

The battles that took place in the mortal city were all aimed at arresting the fleeing Nandou monks. Generally the scale is small and there are no surprises at all.

But the atmosphere in Nandou's secret realm is still very depressing. This kind of depression is not only due to the fall of Nandou Temple.

Jiang Wang saw the misfortune.

The misfortune created by Douzhao's man-made calamity knife is extremely strong and lingers for a long time.

Jiang Wang heard the panic among people.

Jiang Wang heard that an old man who had read poetry and books in the secular world looked up to the sky in a high building and lamented: "On this day, the stars are falling like rain, and the immortals and gods are all gone!"

If such an old man were born in this world, he would have the opportunity to break the barrier between heaven and man and achieve the presence of gods. His spiritual cultivation is very full. It's a pity that in the star world, he couldn't even take the step to transcendence. Nowadays, I am old and frail, and my life is not long...

See and hear everything in one ear. There were stars flowing through Jiang Wang's eyes.

He followed Xiang Bei calmly and landed on the "residence of the immortal gods" on the star of Si Ming. Arriving at the "Yongsheng Plateau" where the "Siming Temple" was built.

The place with the greatest misfortune is here.

It's not hard to imagine what happened here.

The Chu army tidied up the place in an orderly manner, tearing down the ruins, cleaning up the bloodstains, and dragging away the bodies.

The majestic palaces of the past are relics of the human world.

Song Huai sighed casually: "Already extraordinary, but unable to transcend the secular world, there is no time to become a saint."

Jiang Wang walked among the ruins: "Between life and death, who can escape from the secular world?"

"You have seen all this." Song Huai did not shy away from Xiang Bei, who was leading the way, and suddenly asked: "Why do you think the collapse of order in the South Dou Palace has not spread on a large scale among mortals?"

Jiang Wang thought deeply: "Because the vast number of sentient beings are extremely fragile and extremely vast. It cannot be infected by just one or two specks of ink."

"Because there is not enough time." Song Huai had a different opinion: "The poison in the heart is far more violent and cruel than you can imagine."

Jiang Wang said nothing.

A group of people walked through a collapsed palace, the corridors were shattered, and they were beyond recognition.

Jiang Wang felt something in his mind for some reason: "What kind of palace is this?"

Xiang Bei, who was silently leading the way, replied casually: "The guest reception hall of Nandou Hall, the people who contacted Sanfenxiang Tower and Nandou Hall lived here and died here."

"Is it the one with the most fragrant heart?" Jiang Wang remembered that he seemed to know the woman's name, but for some reason, he couldn't remember it.

"It's called Meiyue." Song Huai next to him said.

So the name appeared in Jiang Wang's mind again. It's like it was hidden somewhere before, and now it suddenly pops out.

When it comes to the destruction of Nandou, there will be some secrets. Jiang Wang did not try to find the meaning: "Is it Brother Xiang's contribution?"

Xiang Bei shook his head: "Before I took action, maybe there was internal strife."

"I didn't see the body."

"It should have been cleared away and dealt with uniformly. Brother Jiang, do you want to take a look?"

"No, I don't know him either." Jiang Wang said casually and followed him.