Dajing Sun and Moon

Chapter 142

"Who is he?"

Under the city wall of Qinzhou, Xia Houchun's voice was a little erratic.

Xiao Shilong sneered: "Now tell you, what will you do if you don't let me go?"

Xia Houchun was silent.

To be honest, he really didn't intend to let this person leave Dajing.

At least not to get out alive.

Murong Yan stepped forward, stood side by side with Xia Houchun, and said softly: "Brother, don't let the tiger go back to the mountain!"

Xia Houchun stared at Xiao Shilong, and suddenly smiled slightly: "You want to borrow a knife to kill someone?"

Xiao Shilong was stunned when he heard the words, and the smile on his face gradually disappeared.

He looked at Xia Houchun expressionlessly, with deep eyes.

After the two looked at each other for a long time, Xiao Shilong flicked his sleeve robe.

A sword talisman swept over.

Xia Houchun frowned, surprised in his heart, did he pay attention now?
He turned his mind, but turned a blind eye to the aggressive sword light.

The two stood with their hands behind their backs, staring at each other indifferently, confronting each other invisible.

Until the sword light flashed in front of his eyes, Murong Yansu stretched out his fingers and tapped lightly.

The sword talisman floated in front of it, humming continuously.

Xia Houchun frowned, without any hesitation, he held down the sword amulet for a little sensing, and fell into deep thought.

The sword talisman did not directly point out who was the inner ghost, but it left a paragraph.

Or rather, a voice.

A voice that seemed familiar but could not be recalled.

Could it be a certain force in Taikang?

His face remained calm, and he raised his eyes to look at Xiao Shilong only after the sword talisman completely collapsed and scattered.

The other party looked at Xia Houchun intently, "How?"

Xia Houchun pretended to ponder, sighed and shook his head: "Not enough!"

Xiao Shilong was not surprised, he nodded and said, "What else do you want?"

Xia Houchun's eyes were dim, and he whispered: "Your head!"

As soon as the voice fell, Tianxin's eyes flashed coldly.

Tianxinling suddenly disappeared.

Almost at the same time, a ray of light shrouded it.

'Xiao Shilong' was completely enveloped.

Murong Yan's face was slightly relaxed, Xia Houchun was overjoyed.

This guy can't run.

However, that 'Xiao Shilong' smiled strangely.

His mouth opened, but he didn't know what to say.

Xia Houchun froze, secretly cursing himself for being negligent.

There was only a bang.

When his pupils shrank suddenly, the figure of 'Xiao Shilong' was directly killed by the 'Tianxinling'.

Murong Yan also sank without makeup, and suddenly knew that she had been cheated.

Xia Houchun's eyes were complicated, and he said with hatred: "This person is really cunning, he escaped so fast!"

But Murong Yan sighed lightly and shook his head, "No, actually this person has already left."

She paused, and said in a deep voice: "Staying here is just a 'substitute puppet' for that person."

Xia Houchun frowned slightly, "Stand-in puppet?"

Murong Yan's eyes were serious: "Not bad."

Just about to speak again, unexpectedly Tianxin and the three moved closer immediately.

Xia Houchun looked at Murong Yan, and saw her wryly smile: "The double puppet's appearance is no different from that of a real person. It is the supreme secret method of Taoism, but it is not a body of flesh and blood."

She paused, glanced at Shen Guangyin, and explained: "This puppet is tempered from countless treasures of heaven and earth, and can be mastered by a cultivator with spiritual consciousness, and Xiao Shilong's substitute puppet just now This is it."

Her eyes were cold, "But this double puppet is extremely rare, even in Xuanzong, only a few real people have it."

Xia Houchun was silent in his heart, Xiao Shilong was able to use this thing, and the power behind it was self-evident.

Tian Xin said furiously: "It's useless to say this now. If you know that the person has escaped, why don't you go after him quickly? What are you talking about?"

The whistling sound was too weak to be heard, Tianxin's face was livid, and he asked directly: "Such a great opportunity, why did he run away?"

The masked man directly frowned and asked, "Chasing or not?"

Murong Yan sighed secretly, shook his head with a wry smile and said: "I can't catch up. If my prediction is correct, then Xiao Shilong should have exchanged the fake for the real when he and his brother fell into the smoke and dust quietly, treacherous and cunning."

Xia Houchun raised his head sadly, and said softly, "Half a quarter of an hour is enough for him to escape from Qinzhou hundreds of miles away."

A cultivator is not a god, let alone the eye of heaven. Although he can find traces, Xiao Shilong is not a fool, and he can also eliminate traces and breaths.

Therefore, when Xia Houchun came to his senses, Xiao Shilong had already fled hundreds of miles away.

He secretly regretted that it was his ignorance that caused such a mistake.

Let people slip away from under the nose.

After a while, Xia Houchun exhaled lightly.

Looking far away, staring at the orange sunset in the north.

Xuefeng, Qingshan, Hongxia and Huicheng all became the embellishment of the thirteen princes in the sky.

He murmured to himself: "We will meet again."

And, soon.

Dongdu, Confucian Mansion.

The maid rushed in, stopped under the dressing table, and called softly, "Miss!"

Inside the warm tent in the boudoir, there seemed to be a light snoring sound.

After a while, a lazy voice sounded, "What's the matter?"

The maid Dadongri's forehead was sweating, and she said in a trembling voice: "People from Yunxiao, come to Dajing."

call!
Breathing in the tent.

The delicate fragrance that belongs only to the girl spreads, filling the room with fragrance.

After a little silence, "Who is leading?"

The maid slightly lowered her eyebrows and closed her eyes, and said softly: "According to what the Yaochi sisters know, it seems that Tianshou City has learned of the changes in Taikang, so it sent a special person here."

She paused, shook her head and said, "I don't know who it is, but I know it must be a certain prince."

Tianshou City, the capital of Yunxiao Kingdom.

There was a rustling sound from inside the Warm Pavilion. After the curtain shook slightly, it was lifted by a delicate lotus root arm and placed on a hook at the head of the bed.

However, a face that could be said to be a disaster for the country and the people was reflected in the bronze mirror.

It's hard to show its appearance when a fish falls into a wild goose, and it's not enough to describe its beauty as beautiful as a fairy, and its every frown and smile is always fascinating.

Not to mention the graceful figure covered by the silk brocade and embroidered pajamas, once in a while, it will turn the city upside down and run away.

She smacked the table and muttered to herself, "Could it be that those jackals know something?"

After pondering for a while, she asked, "Is there any other news?"

The maid lowered her eyes and said softly: "In addition, according to the information from Shixinzhai in the city, His Royal Highness seems to have been trapped in Qinzhou for a long time."

Kong Fengwei suddenly turned her head and stared at the maid.

I saw her delicate body tremble, and she bowed her head in silence.

But Kong Fengwei wasn't aiming at him, she saw her looking far away, as if she could reach the northern border through the crack of the window.

Her eyes were deep, and she said softly: "Yesterday you reported that his chess piece was detained, and the whereabouts of my sister are unknown, and I don't know if she is alive or dead."

The maid congratulated softly, not knowing what she meant.

After Kong Fengwei pondered for a while, she narrowed her eyes slightly, since you don't want to help my Kong family get out of the sea of ​​suffering, then I will get rid of it by myself.

She made a decisive decision and ordered: "Send a message to the Liushou Mansion, saying that Her Royal Highness is trapped and suspected to have fallen into the hands of the Zhaoyi Army."

The maid froze when she heard the words, is this finally going to match up?

"In addition, tell the young monk of Changguo Temple about this, and pass on the news that His Highness is about to visit 'Bailong Temple'." Kong Fengwei said innocently.

The maid responded immediately, and when she was about to leave, Kong Fengwei called her again, "Is Mayfly still in the house?"

The maid lowered her eyes and said softly: "Still in cultivation."

Kong Fengwei said casually: "Behead, pack, and send to the crown prince."

The maid raised her head in astonishment, not knowing why.

Didn't the master want to borrow a knife to kill people? Why did he suddenly fold the knife himself?
But she didn't dare to ask more questions. After exiting the warm pavilion, a figure followed her immediately. After giving instructions, she walked to a remote woodshed.

After a few breaths, there was a sound of weapons colliding, blood splattered, and muffled groans and angry sounds came out.

But with the addition of several other figures, the scene was brought under control.

After a while, a square wooden box was presented respectfully.

The scarlet blood dripped from the box to the ground, painting blossoming blood plums.

Fierce and coquettish, silently revealing cruelty and capriciousness.

The maid looked flat and waved her hand.

The box was quickly sent out of the Confucian mansion.

(End of this chapter)