The Lord who use immortals as food

Pei Ye subconsciously pressed his sword and stood up, but nothing happened. Guo You lost his balance and fell into the room. After the wooden board fell to the ground, everything returned to being cold and dilapidated, with only fine dust still floating in the air.

Pei Ye walked over. There was no other resident in the room. The dust accumulated over the years covered everything. Books and paper became thin and brittle, wood dried and cracked, beds and cabinets were worm-eaten, and rat holes were found in the corners... A room that has been stored for a long time will also grow mold spots like cold steamed buns.

But perhaps the doors and windows were locked too well and too early. Compared with the half-ruined main room, the furnishings in this room were clean and tidy. Pei Ye even seemed to smell a sense of peace. It was the first time that time had settled quietly here for many years.

For so many years, this ignorant old man had never stepped into the place separated by this door.

Guo You got up from the ground, looked at the house blankly, and murmured in his throat: "Ziliang... Where is Ziliang? I'm here... Let's go check Yuxian Garden..."

No one answered him, and the old man froze in place.

"The third stage is a series of changes caused in the mind. The sunken memories will be churned up under the imperial edict, but the chaotic mind cannot be sorted out by a bamboo leaf."

Pei Ye did not answer, and walked into the house quietly.

"Why do you want to check Yuxian Garden?" He looked at Guo You.

"They... built it wrong, they can't build this canal..." Guo You said in a daze, "Ziliang is not here... Ziliang is not here... I'll go by myself-Xi Guanling Li Shui! I ask you to call up the construction drawings immediately!"

The old man's voice was hoarse and sharp, and he hunched over, staring at the void.

A new layer of dust fell on his dirty face. After he finished speaking, there was no response, so his face showed a blank and helpless look. His disheveled hair kept looking around, and his expression was not clear whether it was panic or anxious.

Pei Ye probably understood at this time. He lowered his head and glanced at the old and dry handwriting on his hand. The structure was delicate and beautiful, and it must have come from a person who was well-read.

He raised his head and looked at the old man with golden eyes: "Guo Changshi wants to check the inner palace gardens? But this is not for me to decide. In case someone asks... please ask Guo Changshi to leave a signature letter."

Guo You suddenly froze, turned his head and stared at him, and raised his hand with some trembling.

He lowered his old eyes, and a document was handed to him on the table in front of him. It was a line of sloppy handwriting written quickly in a hurry, and dust and mold had covered it.

"Review: Guo You, the chief of the Shenwu Army."

...

He dropped the pen and raised his head suddenly. At the edge of his vision, the dazzling candlelight was shining on Li Shui's worried face. He pushed him away and rushed out with two blueprints.

The land was very soft after the spring rain, and the mud on his feet made him feel that his body could not stop staggering. It was dark around him, as if there was always something blocking his sight... But he didn't care about these, and ran to Yuxian Garden with all his strength.

At this time, his heart was in a mess. What he had seen in the past few days had always made him inexplicably uneasy.

That person... that person whose scales had broken through his flesh and blood... always made him toss and turn at night.

Maybe he shouldn't help them in this matter.

Asking him to go over was unreasonable, but he didn't expect that he would see such a figure in a pond of half blood and half water... How could he do such a thing? This was too... too evil.

The three volumes of "Looking for the Ferry in Luochuan" did not record this practice, and the Guo family had never tried this for hundreds of years. Even if the Goddess of Luo River was really found in this way, wouldn't the God of Water be angry at the ugly blasphemy of people?

But he couldn't just watch that person die.

He looked at it with some worry. That silent and cold face always makes people full of confidence, but at that time he just looked at the northern horizon quietly, wondering what he was thinking.

"He Wujian..." Someone asked in his ear, and he unconsciously murmured the man's name.

Looking down at the drawing, his dirty and messy hair hung on the paper, he couldn't help muttering: "Why do we have to have two such loops... The mountain is not steep, just lead the water down, why do we have to go around twice... This is because..."

He raised his head, and the bright lights of Mingyue Palace seemed to be on the top of that distant and beautiful mountain.

The queen likes water, he knows.

The last time they met, the little princess was still in the queen's body.

"Are you still thinking about finding Luoshen?" The queen smiled at him with her chin propped up, and stretched out her index finger and said seriously, "Okay, when the capital is more stable, I will recruit a team for you, and you will go to Luochuan every day to beat gongs and drums and patrol and shout... If you don't come out, she will be annoyed to death."

He had never seen Luoshen, but at that time he inexplicably felt that even if Luoshen smiled, she might not be as beautiful as the queen.

He touched his head and smiled embarrassedly, thinking that it was just a lonely wish, and the real thing was already being done by others.

But even though many years have passed, he still feels that he is an outsider and does not need to say it in front of the queen.

But now they suddenly stopped moving.

Although it seems that everything is still moving forward, he can actually see that their minds are not on those things. It seems that they suddenly have some goals, so they got such a "fish man" out...and he has no way of knowing.

This is the second lingering uneasiness.

But even so, if Ziliang had not sent him a message, he would still not think that there was anything wrong with Yuxian Garden.

[It concerns the safety of the queen], these six words instantly seized his whole body and mind.

"Why are you looking for the goddess Luo?" the person beside him asked.

"Why ... because of us, we have been chasing Luo Shen's skirts for generations ... She is the master of Wonderland and Lingjun in the water world. Bai Shui flows in her hands. She can bring everyone what she wants. Dream ... "From a teenager, he was looking forward to the legendary goddess, but at this time he did not know why he was a little sad, low dumb," hate the way of man and god ... "

The wetness of his feet fell suddenly and fell to the ground. He remembered that he had already entered the Xuanmen, and that day, the mother gave him the sword to him. But now I do n’t know why they are always unstable, and their bodies are unprecedentedly weak. His mind always seems to be covered with a layer of fainting ... He took a deep breath, and the cold wetness soaked his lungs.

No, if you want to hold it, he must go to Yuyu Garden quickly.

He looked at the drawings in the hand again.

"Putting the water at the moment slowly ... not to flow, but to swim." He continued his previous thinking.

"But even if you swim, what are you doing?"

He pressed the sword on his waist ... Those people, those who are always silent, looking for her after smelling the name of [Luo Shen] and a never -ending footsteps, why suddenly stop everything now Is it?

Unless ... Are they found?

He subconsciously supported the tree around him, and the tentacles were wet and cold. He once again thought of the smooth scales on the master of the Crane List, and the piece of his eyes was blends into the spirit body that day.

He continued to rush forward, and then he suddenly saw a little light ... not the moon, not fire, it was the light of the sword.

The sound of low drinking hit into his ears, and the severe blood fluttered in the night sky. He tightened his heart and lungs in an instant, and his eyes widened in horror: "Ziliang !!"

The old friend's barefoot, the tragic wound on his body was bleeding, the blood was full of half his face. And his enemies are a few black shadows, but how Guo Yan worked hard and could not see the face of those people.

"Who dares to stop me !!!" Blood flowing into his throat, Zi Liang's eyes yelled.

This old friend has been here earlier, but is it today? What do they want to do?

Guo Yan struggled to pull his sword, gritted his teeth and rushed up, and several blades slammed past. While a cold iron ware pierced into his left shoulder, he cut into the gangster's stomach in front of him ... Touching skin was a piece of soft toughness.

Guo Yan froze, staring at the figure in front of him unbelievably.

"You, why? How did you come in?!" He blurted out, and suddenly felt a dizziness, and some of the connected lines suddenly penetrated into his mind.

"There is no time!" Zi Liang roared, "You stop them, I go to Mingyue Palace!"

There is no mistake, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, one book, one, one, one, one, one, one, a book!

But he didn't hear anything, and the people who entered the palace were too powerful ... He didn't know where everyone went. Why was the silence in the palace so empty?

Didn't Ziliang have no time to wear clothes?

I do n’t know when the rain of spring night has fallen, and it drowns everything into darkness and silence, and the tentacles of the tentacles also fall into cold raindrops.

He lowered his head and looked at the wet sword, reminding him of his mother's face, holding the sword towards him, and the sound of flattened: "Guo Zhonghou, this sword presented you, hoping that your guards are banned. Xiaoxiao Zuo ".

Or the face of that fairy seemed to smile at him playfully: "... Luo Shen can't come out, let's bother her."

At this moment, the fear that was difficult to meet in this life completely grabbed him, and the roots of cold hair were erected.

Nympho

"No, no." He murmured, his feet were slippery, his vision was dizzy, and he finally stood unstable again. He curled up and buried his dirty head into the corner. They ... are going to kill the mother! "!

"Yes, Wei Qingxuan is dead." Pei Lijin looked at him quietly.

As soon as Guo Yan was stiff, he settled, and the old house was a quiet winter night.

This is probably the old man's memory of the night of Yuli Garden, and then Pei Li looked at the black cat, and the black cat was looking at Guo Yan with the same eyes.

They also noticed that the memory of their people was deleted.

The lack of trembling and crying from the elderly, and also showed from the Q \u0026 A, not only some key names, but also some key details.

But Pei Li's gaze has another meaning -if he needs to delete his memory, why not kill him buried?

After Wei Qingzheng's death, there were countless cleaning in Chaotang. Is it a six -product chief history?

Such an insider, such a lunatic who cares in the court ... killing him is always simpler than killing songs.

Pei Lijian looked around again, Guo Yan still curled up in the corner, the whole body began to tremble, and she kept whispering with her head and kept whispering. Repeated words: "Yu Yicheng ... let go of me ... Yu Yicheng ... let go of me ... Yu Yicheng ... let go of me ..."

Pei Li and Black Cat looked at each other, and the stimulus of the memory was too consumed to the person who was injured. He didn't ask anything anymore. He stood up and looked around in this hut.

Opening the bookcase, most of the books were well preserved except for some mold and worms. He picked up a few books and checked the dates. They were all printed 20 to 30 years ago, or even 40 to 50 years ago, which proved that this small house had been vacant for a long time.

Pei Ye flipped through the pages aimlessly. In fact, he realized at this time that investigating the assassination of Mingyue Palace might not just be a reconstruction of a murder case.

The one who died was the queen who had influenced the present. There were too many people and events in Shenjing at that time. This incident must have a heavy past... As he thought about it, he actually saw something that surprised him.

Some papers that had been yellowed for too long and seemed to have been forgotten.

The handwriting was really ugly, but the records were very serious. However, the nouns were really unfamiliar to Pei Ye.

"Inquire about the likes and dislikes of the master of Xiangsi Palace.

Conclusion: likes to be a boy lover, likes to drink, likes to take medicine, and the rest are bad.

Observe the number of times the eunuch on duty has entered the palaces in recent days

Xiangsi Palace, three; Yanjia Palace, six; Guangtian Palace, five or six...

Pay attention to the faces of the guards passing by the gates on weekdays

...

Pay attention to the ratio of meat and vegetables in the imperial kitchen

..."

More than ten consecutive pages are recorded in this way, covering all aspects of the palace, many of which are angles that Pei Ye has never thought of. Not only can the writing environment be seen to be bad, but the ink used is definitely not good, and the fine pen is still intermittent.

Pei Ye frowned and put these aside for the time being, but turned around and flipped out a letter that he never expected from the insert.

He unfolded it and took a look and realized... This was actually written by Wei Qingju himself.