Judge of the Lamp

If this battle is recorded, it may become the biggest joke of Qiancheng Kingdom.

A fourth-rank superior judge, fighting a third-rank cultivator of impermanence.

The combat power of these two people has reached the peak of the mortal realm.

Who could have imagined that the two responded to each other, and staged a farce that was ridiculous.

Xu Zhiqiong asked a ridiculous question.

Which one is the recording king?
Xu Zhiqiong didn't even know why he asked this question. After asking, Xu Zhiqiong himself felt ashamed.

If you are ashamed, you will be ashamed, and you will be helpless, and you will not be able to help yourself.

But who would have thought that Hong Zhenkang would really answer the truth.

it's me.

He managed to hide himself among the guards, but he took the initiative to reveal his identity again.

This play, performed on the hook, made the audience think it was absurd.

Hong Zhenkang himself couldn't figure out why he had to tell the truth.

Now was not the time to explore the reason, Xu Zhiqiong's iron halberd was approaching, Hong Zhenkang could not avoid it, and saw the halberd's edge pierced into his chest.

He grabbed the handle of the halberd and backed away with all his strength!

Xu Zhiqiong stepped forward with a straight halberd, the crescent blade was about to sink into his chest, and Hong Zhenji suddenly disappeared.

Xu Zhiqiong retracted the iron halberd, Hong Zhenkang's heart was hanging on the edge of the halberd, a beating heart.

He escaped?

He used the yin and yang magic circle?
Xu Zhiqiong looked down and saw traces of a magic circle on the ground.

Hong Zhenkang originally planned to leave Shu Wang's mansion quickly after killing Hong Zhenji, so he left the magic circle in advance.

Xu Zhiqiong pressed hard and didn't give Hong Zhenkang a chance to use the magic circle, but the iron halberd just now forced Hong Zhenkang into the magic circle.

Hong Zhenkang escaped with the magic circle, but lost his heart. This severe injury was fatal.

Xu Zhiqiong wiped the sweat from his forehead, put his heart away, and looked at the guards around him.

On the way to King Shu's Mansion, Xu Zhiqiong used the disguise technique, but the guards did not recognize Xu Zhiqiong.

They didn't know the origin of this person, and they didn't know how to deal with the situation in front of them, until Hong Zhenji cursed: "Get lost!" The guards immediately withdrew from the bookstore.

Hong Zhenji knew who saved him, he recognized Xu Zhiqiong's mandarin duck blade.

Xu Zhiqiong helped Hong Zhenji to the couch, and fed him a pill.

This elixir can speed up wound healing and relieve pain. Hong Zhenji regained some strength, and laughed at himself: "Yunhou, I made you laugh again."

Xu Zhiqiong sighed softly, "Why didn't you listen to my advice?"

"Brother Huang said that he wants to make me the crown prince, as long as I can get rid of Hong Zhenkang."

Xu Zhiqiong smiled and said, "Did he lend you the throne? Or did he lend you the crown? It's not just empty talk, but I have to leave you a note, right?"

Hong Zhenji also felt a little stupid, but he didn't understand why he couldn't resist the temptation.

"In Yushu Pavilion, I feel that the throne is very close to me. It has never been so close."

Xu Zhiqiong shook his head and said: "I don't know when you will understand this truth, and I don't know how many times I have to say this. Hong Juncheng didn't reward you with the throne, but you snatched it yourself."

"He is my imperial brother. I always feel that he will tell me the truth. After all, he is of the same root."

Xu Zhiqiong didn't know how to explain it.

Zhenji, Hong Juncheng is probably not in the same vein as you. He has the cultivation base of Canglong Hegemony, and Canglong Hegemony has blood restrictions. His surname is probably Liang.

Hong Zhenji said again: "And Hong Zhenkang, I thought I lied to him with the brotherhood, I thought his tears were real."

Xu Zhiqiong was even more speechless.

Zhenji, Hong Zhenkang's real identity is Yuan Chengfeng, what kind of brotherhood does he have with you?
Well, it's no use talking to him.

"You have been injured like this, and you have an explanation to Hong Juncheng, and you have to rest in the mansion for a while. Don't forget to let Cong Ming stay by your side and never leave."

After leaving Prince Shu's Mansion, Xu Zhiqiong went to the Yamen of the Household Department, took some silver and rice grains and sent them back to the Department of Punishment.

Because there was no smoked chicken and no wine, Gong Shuyan's room stopped working, and Bao Huailuo and Zhang Shifeng were running around in a hurry.

"Ma Changshi promised to buy some good food and wine for Miss Gongshu, so how can you say nothing?"

"Miss Gongshu just ate two pots of rice and one pot of vegetables tonight, and she looks hungry and thin."

"After eating three pots, are you still hungry and thin?" Xu Zhiqiong was very puzzled.

Zhang Shifeng said: "It doesn't matter how much or how little, the key is that there is no meat to eat."

There was still some meat on hand, so Xu Zhiqiong touched Hong Zhenkang's heart.

But this is not enough for her to eat!
Xu Zhiqiong frowned and said, "Have you taken a fancy to her?"

Bao Huailuo blushed and said, "We are attracted to her craftsmanship, we have never seen such a good technique."

Zhang Shifeng echoed: "It's all for learning skills."

Xu Zhiqiong turned to Ning Yongwei and said, "What are you doing here? You are not a Mohist, so you also come to learn crafts?"

Ning Yongwei was scrubbing the equipment, and said with a smile, "I'm just here to help, but I'm idle anyway."

He was not the only one who was idle, there were more than a dozen judges in the craftsman's workshop, sweeping the floor, dusting, picking up the slag, washing the rice bowl, all of them were busy there.

Xu Zhiqiong was very puzzled: "She slept here for three days, and you didn't pay attention to her, why did she come here today to show her hospitality?"

Ning Yongwei told the truth: "I haven't seen her talk before, I know she falls asleep every day, and I saw her working here today, for some reason, I just took a look at it, and I can't forget it."

Everyone nodded and said: "I can't forget it!"

Bao Huailuo agreed: "Ma Changshi, you didn't see her swinging the hammer, one after another, it hit her heart!"

Everyone nodded and said, "It's all in their hearts."

Good job!

Xu Zhiqiong looked at Gongshuyan, she was still snoring on the bed.

Swinging a sledgehammer will fascinate you all. I think you have been holding back for too long, until you are hungry.

Let them go for a walk?
Xu Zhiqiong didn't let the judges leave the Evil Punishment Division. Firstly, he was worried that Hong Juncheng could find their whereabouts through his magical eyes after repairing the candlestick. Second, he was worried that Hong Zhenkang's eyeliner was all over the place. Once the judge went out, the judge might fall into his hands .

Now that Hong Juncheng and Hong Zhenkang were both seriously injured, it would not be impossible to let the judges go out for activities. If Hong Juncheng and Hong Zhenkang could be lured out, they would have made a lot of money.

Xu Zhiqiong took out some silver taels, selected more than a dozen capable, scheming, and trustworthy judges, and sent a picture to each of them.

These people were originally officials of the Divine Machine Department. Xu Zhiqiong ordered: "You all have connections, and it is not difficult to get some wine and meat. By the way, go out and find out the wind. It would be better if you can earn some merit. Before tomorrow evening, you must Return to the Department of Punishment."

Everyone took silver taels and looked at the craftsman's workshop, but they were still reluctant to leave.

Zhang Shifeng wanted to go forward to help her cover the quilt, but Xu Zhiqiong said angrily, "Hurry up, don't ask for beatings!"

After sending away a group of judges, Xu Zhiqiong went to the Xingxiu Gallery, sat in the thinking room, and first took out Hong Zhenkang's heart.

This heart is very tenacious, and it is still beating today.

How to deal with it?
At any rate, it is part of the third-rank cultivator, so let's keep it in the copper lotus to make alchemy.

Putting his heart away, Xu Zhiqiong began to review today's battle situation.

Hong Zhenkang pretended to be Cong Ming and entered Hong Zhenji's bookstore, which did not match He Fang's original description.

He Fang once said that it takes a long time to prepare to change the appearance with pretentious techniques.

According to Hong Zhenji's description, Hong Zhenkang had been drinking with him before, but not long after he left, he changed into Cong Ming's appearance.

The reason is not difficult to understand, Hong Zhenkang has mastered the essence of pretentious skills, and used them to the point of proficiency.

The technique of hypocrisy is not disguise, it is to make the other party lose the ability to judge right from wrong. Even if the preparation is very hasty, Hong Zhenkang can make it impossible for others to distinguish between true and false.

He Fang made a mistake in the direction of her practice, and put a lot of energy into modifying her appearance, so that she was promoted to the sixth rank, but she still couldn't master the pretentious skills proficiently.

Xu Zhiqiong even doubted whether He Fang should learn pretentious skills. From the eighth-rank to the fourth-rank, each technique was randomly obtained, and was affected by blood relationship. The spirit of the water is the same, maybe there has been a change in the sixth-grade skills.

He Fang should be reminded, but the secrets about Chaos, no matter whether it is said or heard, will bring harm. He Fang's cultivation is not enough, so she has to find a safe way for her to comprehend it unintentionally.

The problem now is that Hong Zhenkang's technique is fatal, so he has to think of an effective way to break it.

This method is very effective today.

I asked which one was Hong Zhenkang, and he answered by himself.

Why did you answer?

Hong Zhenkang is definitely not a fool. I asked such a question out of nowhere at the time, and there must be another reason.

At that time, it seemed that the yin energy was reversed. Is there any connection between this?

While thinking hard, Xu Zhiqiong suddenly felt tired.

Strange, I slept well last night, why am I so sleepy tonight?
Fighting Hong Zhenkang didn't cost too much, so where did this tiredness come from?

Xu Zhiqiong wanted to leave the Xingxiu Gallery, but suddenly felt that his eyelids were extremely heavy, and fell asleep immediately.

After sleeping for an unknown amount of time, there was a trace of coolness on his face. Xu Zhiqiong opened his eyes and saw Master in front of him, holding a brush in his hand, looking at him with a smile.

"Master, you're back?" Xu Zhiqiong was pleasantly surprised.

"Disciple, you're awake." Master was also very happy.

Just as Xu Zhiqiong was about to get up, he found that he was chained by an iron chain and could not move.

Where did the chain come from?

Is this Master locking me up?
"Master, why is this so?"

Master smiled and said: "I have something to ask you, why is my evil mirror broken?"

Xu Zhiqiong said with a serious expression, "I definitely didn't break this!"

The master was stunned: "Only you and I can enter the main hall of Xingxiu Corridor, you didn't break it, could it be I broke it?"

"Also, still, Bai Yueshan, and Hong Huaxiao, the two of them can also enter the Xingxiu Corridor!"

Master shook his head: "Without you leading the way, they would not be able to enter the main hall, not even a single step."

"Also, and..."

"Who else?"

Xu Zhiqiong was quick-witted, and shouted: "There is also Xue Yun, we are not good at Taoism, he will definitely be able to enter the main hall of stars, he is very capable, he is the one who broke the evil mirror, it must be him!"

"It's him..." The Taoist priest pondered for a while, nodded slightly, and then picked up the brush, "Disciple, I just like your wit."

"Master, what are you doing?"

"Don't you like peaches the most? I painted ten thousand peach blossoms on my face, but it doesn't suit you?"

"[-] flowers?" Xu Zhiqiong struggled, "It can't be done. If you draw one or two flowers, it's enough to vent your anger. If you draw [-] flowers, is that still a face?"

The master gritted his teeth, and the more he painted, the more angry he became: "Ten thousand flowers are cheap for you. Go and see my mirror. It is broken into tens of thousands of pieces. How much effort will it take to repair it!"