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Chapter 867 Miao Dao (1)

In front of the gate of the outer hall of Tianxuan Hall, Jingshi Jialan and Yueyu stood side by side, the man was facing the wind, and the woman was gentle and charming.

Standing opposite them was Wanyan who was alone.

Wanyan was wearing plain clothes, with her hands folded in front of her body, with a dignified and decent smile, she said softly:

"Your Majesty and Elder Sister Yueyu's trip is for the well-being of the people, but you still have to be careful and put safety first.

During the time when Your Majesty is away, the courtiers and concubines will eat fast, and chant scriptures and pray for Your Majesty and sister every day. I only hope that you can return safely as soon as possible. "

After Wanyan finished speaking, she really put her hands together, closed her eyes slightly and prayed for a while.

Pious and sincere.

For Wanyan's blessing, Yue Yu smiled reluctantly, but still accepted it.

But Jing Shijialan sneered, without looking at Wanyan, and ordered in a cold voice:

"The gods who stay in the temple, when the deity is not around, you must work together to guard the Tianxuan Palace."

Jing Shijialan paused for a moment before continuing:
"Especially keep an eye on Xuan Wanyan, don't let her run amok again."

As soon as this remark came out, no one dared to answer, and they all said in their hearts: You should have taken Xuan Wanyan with you when you went on tour, and it's fine if you don't, and it's too hurtful for you to disrespect respect like this in front of everyone Come on!

Everyone held their breath and couldn't help but look at Wanyan, fearing that she would run away suddenly.

However, Wanyan still smiled faintly, bowed slightly to Jing Shijialan, and said: "I would like to thank my lord for your concern, and I will definitely do my best to help the gods guard the temple, and wait for my lord to return safely."

Jing Shijialan snorted coldly, held Yue Yu's hand, and left without looking back.

Wanyan stood at the door, and waited until Jing Shijialan's wheel palace was far into the clouds and could no longer be seen, then left silently, heading for her back mountain.

An hour later, the wheel palace drove out.

"Your Majesty, please drink some hot tea."

Yue Yu brought a cup of tea, put it on the table, looked at the untouched food on the side, and said worriedly.

"Your Majesty, why has your appetite been so poor recently, is it because you are feeling unwell?"

Why do you have a poor appetite?

I'm afraid that unless there is an iron stomach, whoever drinks the soup made by my "virtuous wife" will have vomiting and diarrhea.

Jing Shijialan, who drank this month's god soup, vomited every time he drank it, and never left the bowl, snorted coldly in his heart.

On the face, Jing Shijialan didn't look up, but said coldly: "The golden fairy in the temple is not the maid who serves tea and water."

Yue Yu was not annoyed, but still smiled at Qian Xi: "Serving Your Majesty is also the duty of a concubine."

Jing Shijialan raised his eyes from the scroll and said coldly:
"My deity said, don't call yourself a concubine when there is no one else."

Yue Yu was taken aback for a moment, lowered her eyes, bowed her body and saluted:

"It's the little god who made a slip of the tongue, please forgive me."

Jing Shijialan glanced at her, then turned his eyes back to the scroll.

At this time, Gongjue Zhanshu quickly walked to the table and said: "Your Majesty, there is news from the temple."

Jing Shijialan didn't look up, "Say."

Gong Jue Zhanshu glanced at Yue Yu who was at the side, and added: "It's news from Losarangyang Palace."

Jing Shijialan heard the words, turned his face slightly to Yue Yu and said: "Go down."

"Yes!" Yue Yu saluted with a gentle smile, turned around and walked out, the smile on her face disappeared the moment she walked out the door.

There were no outsiders, and Gongjue Zhanshu said: "My lord, all the spies we arranged within fifty miles outside Losarangyang Palace were killed by the empress."

"All of them?" Jing Shijialan frowned.

"Yes, there is not one left."

"I've only been gone for an hour..." Jing Shijialan's face darkened instantly, "She can't wait."

After a pause, Jing Shijialan asked again: "Is there any help?"

"No, only the lady is alone.

But it's strange to say that the wounds of those spies include knife wounds, sword wounds, and even wounds left by Emei stabbing.

However, no matter how you investigate, it is true that only the empress did it. "

"A radius of fifty miles, more than 200 spies, one hour, three weapons..."

Jing Shijialan put down the scroll, not knowing whether to praise or criticize:

"Since entering Tianxuan Palace, she reads or sleeps during the day, giving up resistance and calming down, and then every night, she races against time to practice all night.

Looking at it now, she has really put in a lot of hard work, whether it is Yufeng or martial arts, she has greatly improved. "

Gong Jue Zhanshu naturally also knew what Wanyan was doing every night, so he was not too surprised, but just asked: "Your Majesty, what should we do now, do we need to send more spies?"

"No more." Jing Shijialan shook his head, "I'm not in the temple, so send one to die now.

Just keep an eye on the gate, no matter what, Xuan Wanyan is not allowed to leave the hall.

If she insists on leaving, the remaining gods in the temple can lock her up first, and wait for me to go back to deal with it.

and also……"

Jing Shijialan's complexion became even more serious, and he almost gritted his teeth and said:

"Keep an eye on Feng Nagifu, don't let him take a step closer to Tianxuan Palace!"

. . .

On the top of Kunlun Mountain in the moon, the back mountain covered with white snow is exceptionally crystal clear under the moonlight.

At this time, it was midnight, and there was no one from the top to the bottom of the back mountain. It was so quiet that there were only sounds of falling snow and wind.

Outside the apse of Langyang Palace in Lausanne, if you just look at it, there is an empty snow.

However, if you get close and touch it with your hands, you will find that in the center of the open space, several transparent wind barriers rise up from the ground, seeming to form an airtight box.

A box that is not at all visible from the outside.

In the box, I saw a girl in red holding a long knife, sometimes jumping vertically, sometimes slashing horizontally, sometimes slashing, sometimes switching hands with one knife, and sometimes switching hands with two knives, unpredictable .

Her blade strikes repeatedly, the blade is unpredictable and fierce, it can be said that she is pushing the blade forward like a bamboo.

She moved one move after another, her movements were smooth and flowing, and she swung the long knife like a silver thunder, so fast that she couldn't see the shape of the knife clearly.

During her jumping, the red dress rolled up the white snow all over the ground, and wherever the silver blade went, it disturbed the mountain wind, and the cold light of the blade danced, splitting the moonlight all over the mountain.

The girl's figure is obviously thin and light, but when holding the long knife in her hand, her eyes are firm and her movements are sharp and powerful, which also looks like a long knife.

Thin, but with a daunting lethality.

This person is Wanyan.

It was already Yin time, and it would be dawn in another hour, and six hours had passed since the time of Hai when Wanyan started practicing sabers.

A full six hours passed, and Wanyan didn't rest for a quarter of an hour.

It is already autumn, and it is on the top of Kunlun Mountain with such a high altitude, and the back mountain is covered with snow all the year round. It is much colder than the deep winter in Kyoto.

However, Wanyan, who was only wearing single clothes, was sweating profusely, hot beads of sweat fell on the ground, making small pits in the thick snow.

(End of this chapter)