Folklore starts from the blood god of Xiangxi

Wu Zang was in an unbelievably good mood, she grabbed the hem of her clothes with both hands, and her knuckles were turning white because of too much force.

A long-cherished wish for many years has come true.

She was able to keep her expression from collapsing, which was already amazing.

She stood up, and suddenly a group of personal guards came running outside the door, among them were all familiar faces of the Wuzang family, and these people were her brother's closest relatives.

She finally relaxed completely and knew that things were stable.

No matter how many years later, the powerful Wuzang clan and Wuzang Yeopang wanted each other to die, how much they hated each other, so that behind the death of the Wuzang clan, there might be the shadow of Wuzang Yeopang standing.

But now, they are the closest comrades in arms.

One of them is a name and the other is a device.

No one can do without each other.

These people saw that the Wuzang clan was wearing armor and did not bow down, but the Wuzang clan felt at ease.

Mrs. Wuzang stood up and motioned for the Indian monk to follow behind him. In the eyes of others, Mrs. Wuzang was waving behind him.

Without Zangshi around, there is nothing.

Mr. Wuzang asked these people to follow him, and asked them, "Where is Liang Zuo?"

Among these people was a Han Chinese who was one of the aides who did not hide Yepang, and his official wife was also the mother-in-law with Li Liangzuo.Li Liangzuo was less than one year old, and it happened that his wife also gave birth to a child, so his wife took Li Liangzuo with him.

Knowing that his child was being protected by heavy soldiers, Wu Zang finally showed a satisfied smile.

She got the rosary at random—Mizang family is also known as Master Muzang, and her orthodox status is neither queen nor empress dowager.

Her real identity is a nun.

The nun of the monk and nun, a master with an official certificate, is a nun until now. Although it is somewhat outrageous for a nun to be included in the harem, it doesn't matter, Li Yuanhao doesn't care about it.

Which person from the merit department dares to put his beak in front of Li Yuanhao?
It's not that Li Yuanhao hasn't killed monks and Taoists, even shamans, he has killed more than one.

Walking out of the oppressive palace, Wu Zang is like a bird flying out of the deep palace.

She still remembered the first day she met the Indian monk, and that time was when Ye Li Yuqi was arrested.

The nobles were not killed, they were all tied up, but the servants were different.

Some people in the mansion probably escaped, but more people were killed by the guards who broke in, and blood flowed out from under the threshold of the mansion.

Human purgatory.

Because Li Yuanhao took a fancy to her beauty, she was dragged away. Before leaving, she saw a person inside.

Indian monk.

A skinny, black monk, he didn't wear shoes, his feet were as black as burning coals.

It was such a person who was incompatible with the Yeli family, who walked in the hell on earth.

He was looking, looking for something.

He also saw some members of the Yeli family who left, but he didn't care, his eyes seemed to be able to see through everything.

He saw the members of the Yeli family leaving and did not stop them.

Afterwards, there was a Yellow River Festival.

In those days, Li Yuanhao met the Wuzang family in the palace.

He was particularly infatuated with the Wuzang family, and later, Li Yuanhao left.

She saw the Indian monk again.

At that time, the Indian monk was standing under the eaves outside her palace. It was raining that day, and he was in the dark. At that time, she still didn't want to help the Indian monk, and the Indian monk was not in a hurry. Color is not eternal."

His voice was like a loud bell.

Standing under the eaves, he recited a sutra to Mrs. Wuzang.

"Diamond Sutra".

"All conditioned dharmas are like dreams and bubbles, like dew and electricity."

At this time, there happened to be a bubble of water, forming a dreamy bubble under the eaves.

Then, the bubble shattered, like a world collapsing.

Wu Zang didn't know how she felt the collapse of the world from the collapse of a bubble.

Then, she suddenly understood, a kind of disillusionment, a sudden awakening after a big dream.

Whether it's Empress Yeli, those beauties in the palace, or the later Muyishi, Wuzang finally understands.

They have never been the masters of this world.

After Li Yuanhao enjoys the perfect women, the consequences of these women have never been very good.

The palace is a big jungle, the top predators, and there is only the emperor in the Xixia palace.

The rest of the people, even the empress -- Li Yuanhao didn't have the slightest respect for the position of the harem lord.

Those who are inferior, everyone will only add insult to injury.

Don't worry about the former master rising again.

Because without this possibility, Li Yuanhao would forget them, even Queen Yeli.

Her son is still the prince!

Even the prince's mother is like this, let alone the rest!

Others are like this.

She will not be exempt.

This is also the reason why the Wuzang clan turned against her. She wanted to find a chance for herself.

"The things are in Li Yuanhao's study."

As she walked, she talked to the people around her, the Indian monk didn't speak, he just followed behind Wuzang, and those people also walked with Wuzang, they all felt a little uneasy because Wuzang looked like he was with him people are talking.

But the people around her, there is no one around her.

The Han counselor was a little apprehensive. He subconsciously wanted to look back, but he forcibly held back.

No Zangshi walks ahead of everyone alone.

The Indian monk did not walk in the sun.

The way he walked was very strange. At this time, the time was almost at the end of the day, and the sun in the sky was slanting westward.

The Indian monk has been walking in the shadows, and when he is almost under the sun, he is a twinkle.

Reappeared, in other shadows.

He will not expose himself to the sun.

The Wuzang family didn't care about this matter.

She knew that this Indian monk was not a human being, and it was extremely normal for a non-human being to do anything.

This is also the first time that Han counselors and these guards entered the Xixia Palace.

Li Yuanhao's official position, official system and architecture all have their own style, and there are also many references.

From the official system and architecture, we can also see some styles of Song Dynasty, Daliao Dynasty, and even Tubo.

To put it nicely, it’s not shameful to learn from others. If you have an inherited family background, you can inherit it. If you don’t have an inherited family background, you can test it out. Pasting and copying is not a big deal.

Kaifeng Mansion is the Great Song Dynasty of learning. There is no "invite the governor of Kaifeng" from the Zang family, but the governor of Xingqing Mansion is invited.

Li Yuanhao's study is next to the main hall where he holds a meeting.

It is a separate small yard.

There is a small door in the main hall, and there is usually a thick curtain hanging there. When Li Yuanhao is in court, he can go to the study through this small door. This place is also rare, and no one needs to go in.

This place was all cleaned by Li Yuanhao himself. Standing outside, I don't know if it was an illusion. There was a sense of fear in Wuzang's heart, and she was not allowed to go forward.

When he came outside the courtyard, the Indian monk also stopped.

He seemed reluctant to go in.

This is a small yard. The paint on the gates of the yard has faded. The glazed tiles are new, but the gates don't seem to be new.

There are some mottles on the door.

There are some words on it, which look like the same kind of words, revealing an ominous atmosphere.

It's like the words written on it with fingers before someone died, and the background color of these words is all blood.

The appearance of such an ominous thing in the very center of the dynasty, the heart position, always makes people feel that something is wrong.

Wuzang swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

She wanted to reach out and push it away.

With a "boom", a sword landed on it, the tail was still trembling slightly, so frightened that Wu Zang almost fell to the ground.

"Hold this idiot, don't let this place see blood."

Lin Feng came out more and more.

"When you see blood, it's not easy to clean up here."

Among the guards, one of them gently took off his helmet, revealing his silver hair. He glanced into the distance and saw the Indian monk standing in the shadow.

The Indian monk also sensed the man's undisguised gaze.

He looked back and met the eyes of the white-haired man.

"Hey, you."

The Han counselor subconsciously stretched out his hand, trying to stop this person, but who knew that the man dropped his helmet, he turned his head, and the Han counselor suddenly stopped talking.

He remembered who it was.

As for the people who were with him, they looked at Lin Feng and didn't intend to stop him.

This is respect for the strong.

Lin Feng walked into the darkness, and the Indian monk couldn't leave here, he seemed a little dazed.

"Are you a historian?"

Grabbing the Indian monk's hand in the darkness, Lin Feng said, "Are you a remnant of history?"

The Tianzhu monk said: "You are not dead yet."

But suddenly, double pupils appeared in his eyes!
A blood-colored radiance appeared from his eyes, and so did Lin Feng. The vertical eye on his forehead opened, and the two rays of light collided together.

These are the skills of historians!
"pity!"

Tian Zhusen's mood was calm, and Li Yuanhao's place did have a big problem. Among them, there was no power to suppress the historian.

When mana is trapped and only the power of the historian can be used, the historian is almost invincible.

The pity of the Indian monk is a pity, and he also has the eyes of a historian.

In many cases, the historian's eyes represent the historian's power.

The eyes of historians are also divided into grades, different historians, his eyes are different, for example, his double pupils, his double pupils carry a different kind of power.

The power of fire.

Two flames spread from his double pupils towards Lin Feng, turning into Yin and Yang.

Lin Feng retreated steadily.

Lin Feng's eyes seemed to have the power of [Explore].

This kind of power is the ability of [Feng Shui Historian], and it is of no benefit to fighting skills.

"I am also a historian. What I see is history. You are going to die here."

The Indian monk sighed lightly, and said, "I will keep your eyes. I didn't expect that there would be something else to gain."

A strange sense of sorrow for the death of a rabbit and a fox.

The flames spread to Lin Feng's body, and the battle was over.

but.

Lin Feng survived the ashes.

The Indian monk suddenly realized that something was wrong. In the center of the Xixia Dynasty—the Xixia Palace, Xixia is at its peak at this moment, and many methods cannot be created.

Many skills of the Indian monk are imprisoned, which is equivalent to being a sheep.

The same is true for Lin Feng, but the difference is that after Lin Feng lost a lot of spells, he chose to return to the most primitive means.

With [Precise Vision] brought by swordsmanship proficiency, his eyes finally found the weakness of the Indian monk at close range.

"found it."

Lin Feng said suddenly, before the Indian monk could react, everything was frozen!
【Fixation technique】.

It's just that Lin Feng couldn't use this spell unscrupulously because of the strangeness of the underworld, and his essence was somewhat exhausted.

But it doesn't matter, there is still no problem in freezing the person in front of you for a split second.

His hand moved towards the Indian monk firmly and steadily.

He snapped off his big eyeballs!