Demoness, Where Are You Fleeing To?

On the top of Kunlun Mountain, in the Jinque Heavenly Palace hanging above the clouds, on a high platform with misty clouds, a middle-aged man in his forties wearing a Confucian shirt was sitting cross-legged on a futon in the center. In front of him was There is a writing desk, and in front of it are dozens of scattered pieces of paper.

If you look carefully, you will find that these pieces of paper are not ordinary paper, but made of some kind of animal skin, containing extraordinary power.

On the south side of the high platform, there are two people standing. One is a woman with beautiful features, bright eyes and white teeth. She is wearing a light red palace dress, with an elegant and elegant temperament; the other is a young man in his twenties. , with a handsome face and carrying a long sword. If Li Xuanru were here at this time, he would recognize that this person was the sword-wielding young man he had seen.

At this time, both the man and the woman looked attentively, watching every move of the middle-aged man in scholar's shirt. There was a bit of worry in each of their eyes,

rise!

With the roar of the middle-aged scholar, all the scattered papers gathered together, swept up like a tornado, and fell on the desk in front of him one by one.

Then they were pieced together, seamlessly joined together, and turned into a page of pale yellow paper.

As the papers were restored, the middle-aged scholar suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, and some of it splashed on the papers.

At the same time, the middle-aged face of the scholar-shirted man has aged at least ten years at this moment. Not only has his black hair turned white, but his face has also gained many wrinkles.

The woman and the sword-wielding boy immediately raised their eyebrows slightly, walked over together, and stared intently at the paper.

This is--

The sword-wielding boy couldn't help but show a bit of panic in his eyes.

He found that the paper was completely blank, and the writing that should have been full of words had disappeared.

This is why we must kill Li Xuan,

The woman in palace clothes looked at the paper with a confused look in her eyes: The future written by Qianqiu's pen has been disrupted by him. Now it is up to you, Master Zhuang, to waste his life force, trace the origin, determine the cause and effect, and rectify the chaos.

At this time, the whole body of the middle-aged man in Confucian shirt was burning with red flames - the young man with the sword recognized that this was not a real flame, but a soul fire, which was the so-called Samadhi True Fire.

The middle-aged man's energy quickly depleted, causing two lines of writing to appear on the yellow paper.

On the seventh day of the first month of the thirteenth year of Jingtai, Zhu Jianji, the second son of Emperor Jingtai, passed away at three o'clock in the morning. The cause of death is unknown.

On the 29th of January in the 13th year of Jingtai, when the Mengwu invaded Zhili in the north, Zhang Guanlan piloted a floating warship to assist Dushikou, destroying the city in one day and killing tens of thousands.

After these two lines of words appeared, the middle-aged man picked up a pen placed next to the desk.

This sum seems ordinary, but it seems to be of great importance.

When the middle-aged man in Rushan picked it up, a look of difficulty suddenly appeared on his face, and the entire starry sky rippled and shook with the star power.

Seeing this, the woman in palace clothes could not help but look slightly condensed: Brother Zhuang, you have to think clearly! The Qianqiu pen can indeed write the future and interfere with cause and effect, but unless it can comply with the destiny, the time sequence, and the general trend, other than that, anyone can Any move will cause great losses.

Brother Zhuang, you don't have much longevity left now, and you can't afford such a loss. In particular, there are many heavenly positions around Li Xuan, and all the people and things related to them have great cause and effect. If you use this method to cause the consequences first, you will also suffer a huge backlash, and your life may not be saved.

The middle-aged man surnamed Zhuang smiled when he heard this: What's the harm? Since that battle hundreds of years ago, my life has been like a candle in the wind, and I can only rely on the Jinque Tianzhang to survive. If I can If we use this useless body to bring order out of chaos and get everything back on track, why would it matter if Zhuang gave up his life?

He picked up the pen without a care and started writing on the paper.

The sword-wielding young man paid close attention and saw that the first thing written by the middle-aged man named Zhuang was 'On the eighth day of the first month of the thirteenth year of Jingtai——'

He initially seemed to want to write 'January 8th', but he couldn't write it anyway. The words written on the paper evaporated and disappeared after a while.

It wasn't until it was changed to 'January 12th' that the text was successfully left.

Next, the middle-aged man named Zhuang wanted to write the three characters Jing'anbo, but he still couldn't. In all cases, as soon as the third stroke of the word 'Jing' was written, the ink marks disappeared without leaving any trace.

The sword-riding boy knew that this should be caused by Li Xuan's own strength, authority, cause and effect, luck and the obstruction of the general situation.

That Jing'an Bo was in charge of Wenshan Seal and was involved with several heavenly figures, so much so that his uncle, using his essence, blood and longevity, could not suppress his fortune and cause and effect.

The middle-aged man surnamed Zhuang tried several times, but his complexion gradually turned pale, and traces of blood spilled from his facial features.

In the end, he changed his mind and replaced Jing'an Bo with Jing An Bo. On the 12th day of the first month of the thirteenth year of Jingtai, Cheng Yibo Li Chengji was seriously injured and died suddenly at 2:00 noon! '

The second line after that is ‘On the thirteenth day of the first month of the thirteenth year of Jingtai, Ao Shuying, the Yuanjun of Shuide, was sealed off in Poyang Lake’.

As I write this, the middle-aged man surnamed Zhuang has aged to a shocking degree. His eye bags and facial muscles are drooping, and his face is covered with folds like dead tree bark.

But this man has not given up yet, he is still trying to write.

On the fourteenth day of the first month of the thirteenth year of Jingtai, Princess Yu Hongshang of Changle died——

But before he finished writing the word death, a mouthful of blood spilled out of the mouth of the middle-aged man surnamed Zhuang. Then his whole body turned into dust and smoke and dissipated after a moment, and this unfinished line of handwriting also disappeared without a trace at this moment.

When the woman in palace clothes saw this, she couldn't help but sigh slightly. She reached out and placed the fallen 'Qianqiu Pen' on the desk again, picked up the yellow paper, and then looked at the paper in a daze.

At this time, there were four lines of writing on the yellow paper.

On the seventh day of the first month of the thirteenth year of Jingtai, Zhu Jianji, the second son of Emperor Jingtai, passed away at three o'clock in the morning. The cause of death is unknown.

On the twelfth day of the first month of the thirteenth year of Jingtai, the sincere uncle Li Chengji died suddenly from serious injuries at 2:00 noon!

On the thirteenth day of the first month of the thirteenth year of Jingtai, Ao Shuying, the Yuanjun of Shuide, was sealed off in Poyang Lake.

On the 29th of January in the 13th year of Jingtai, when the Mengwu invaded Zhili in the north, Zhang Guanlan piloted a floating warship to assist Dushikou, destroying the city in one day and killing tens of thousands.

The sword-wielding boy also looked sad for a while, but then he couldn't help but look at the woman in palace clothes: Master, why don't you tell Uncle Zhuang about junior sister? The disciple feels that it is better to get junior sister away from Li Xuan as soon as possible It’s better if he’s in his clutches. The Jade Qilin transformed by Junior Sister is in his hands, which is also a great disaster.”

But the woman in palace clothes shook her head and put the piece of paper into her sleeve: This matter cannot be urgent. Isn't your junior sister okay now? Things have priorities. When will your junior sister be freed, will it be of any benefit to the overall situation? Then Li Xuan, what else can he use the jade unicorn to write?

How high can his status in Confucianism be? Could he still replace Yu Zi and become a lesser sage or a saint? It's a good thing if he dares to do this, we have countless ways to ruin his reputation.

She clasped her hands behind her back and looked outside the high platform with cold eyes: But since this person has no such intention, what's the harm in your junior sister staying by his side? On the contrary, this sincere man, the admiral of the Navy, Li Chengji, is his The foundation. This Ao Shuying is his biggest external influence now. If we don’t cut off his external influence, when will we be able to get rid of this person?

She thought that the 'result' of Qianqiu Bi had been decided now, and she would wait for the good show.

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In the early morning of the seventh day of the first month of the thirteenth year of Jingtai, Jiang Yunqi hurried into the palace, followed by an eunuch who was delivering the order.

When he arrived at the palace gate, he saw Yu Hongshang's figure waiting for him at the palace gate.

Jiang Yunqi noticed that the pretty face of Princess Changle was pale and pale, and there was a hint of panic in her eyes.

Your Highness, what happened to His Royal Highness?

Jiang Yunqi's face showed some confusion and suspicion: Can you tell me about your condition?

The eunuch who delivered the order broke into his hospital early in the morning and asked him to enter the palace as soon as possible. This person only said that the prince was seriously ill and asked him to come into the palace to see the prince.

But the eunuch who delivered the order had no idea what the disease was and what its symptoms were.

The people at Tai Hospital said it was a brain tumor, but I don't know whether it's true or not.

Princess Changle's eyes were blank, even a little dazed: Actually, there were signs seven days ago. The day my brother Jian Ji was canonized as the prince, he had a nosebleed for a long time. But he didn't pay attention at the time, and my father also He didn't take it to heart and only asked two old imperial doctors to examine him and did not continue to interfere.

When Jian Ji was a child, he often had nosebleeds. After he was twelve years old, he gradually improved after monk Zhenru took care of his body. But after that, he would have nosebleeds from time to time. So let alone my father, my mother and I didn't pay much attention.

But in the past seven days, Jianji had nosebleeds three times in total. By early this morning, Jianji not only had nosebleeds, but also vomited blood! The doctors at the Imperial Hospital said that the previous 'Monk Zhenru' died from The remnant of Jianwen in Xiaoling used the method of tiger and wolf to suppress Jianji's brain tumor. Now that it has erupted, it is even more fierce, but I don't know if they are telling the truth.

Jiang Yunqi frowned, then quickened his pace and walked in the direction of the East Palace, UU Reading www.uukanshu.net

After the deposed prince Zhu Jianshen abdicated years ago, he took the initiative to move out of the East Palace. The second prince, Zhu Jianji, moved into the East Palace on the fifth day of the first lunar month from Prince Yin's Mansion, where Emperor Jingtai lived before.

As a result, this happened just two days after he took charge of the East Palace.

As Jiang Yunqi walked away, he continued to ask, Has your highness received any medicine?

I've tried it, I've tried every magic pill, but it doesn't work.

Princess Changle's face turned pale: We also prepared a 'Six Refinements Great Return Pill' that is said to be able to resurrect the dead, but the imperial doctors said it was too late. The human brain is the residence of the soul, and if the brain declines, it will also Damage the soul.

Unfortunately, Ji Ji's cultivation level has not yet reached the realm of Yin Shen on the seventh floor, and his soul must rely on the physical body to exist. Although the 'Sixth Refining Great Returning Pill' can resurrect dead people, flesh and bones, it cannot restore his lost soul.

When they were talking, they had already reached the East Palace Dormitory. Just as Jiang Yunqi stepped into the threshold, he heard a sound of crying inside.

The several imperial doctors guarding the palace stood with pale faces, while the eunuchs knelt on the ground and wailed.

There is also a historian next to him, writing quickly on the paper.

On the seventh day of the first month of the thirteenth year of Jingtai, Zhu Jianji, the second son of Emperor Jingtai, suffered from a brain tumor and died at three o'clock in the morning——

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