The Path Toward Heaven Chapter 102: 1 public assassination case in advance

　　Assassination of the king is very common, and it is not uncommon for subordinates to kill the king and then support the master's house to the throne.

　　Many of the yellow robes added are torii, and some are really helpless.

　　 Scholar Zhang did not know about this assassination, and the emperor naturally did not know about it, but many people already knew about it in advance.

　　The guards in the palace are all academicians. Although they did not receive direct instructions, they knew where the assassin hidden in the water tanker came from, and naturally remained silent. Those eunuchs who faintly heard the sound of the wind shivered in the bed and did not dare to look out the window at all. The entire palace was in a weird silence.

　　 The academician got up to wash, put on his official uniform with the help of his old wife, and was about to attend the imperial meeting, but found that one of the sons who had sent him outside the government was missing.

　　 "Where's your eldest brother?" he asked, frowning slightly.

　　Several Master Zhang glanced at each other and said nervously: "Big brother met with friends last night. He seemed to have drunk a little bit, so he rested outside and has not come back yet."

　　 University Scholar Zhang was a little angry, but didn't think too much. It wasn't until I walked into the sedan chair that the atmosphere in the mansion today was a bit weird.

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　　 Mr. Zhang did not drink, nor did he go whoring. Instead, he sat in a house deep in a mansion in the capital.

　　 The morning light was faint, and then I was separated by a paper window. The room was very dark, I couldn't see the face, I could only hear more than ten breaths.

　　The people in this room are all young and Zhuang officials in the imperial court.

　　 Regardless of seniority or official position, Mr. Zhang is not qualified to sit in the first place, but the people in the room have no objection and behave more respectfully than usual.

　　 After the event is completed today, the eldest son will be the prince.

　　 can sit on the throne, let alone the first?

　　 There was no news for a long time, and the atmosphere in the room became more depressing, and everyone felt like sitting on pins and needles.

　　 finally someone couldn't sit still, got up and walked to the window, and said in a slight anxious voice: "Even if the assassin loses his hand, what about the guards?"

　　 Many of the mansions in the capital of Chu State, those officials who received the wind were in a nervous mood. Some officials directly said that they were sick and did not attend the imperial meeting, and some officials, such as Shangshu of the Ministry of Rites, rushed there first with a blushing face. Waiting outside the palace.

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　　The morning light moved from the floor of the palace to the window, passing through, illuminating the nicked floor of the hall, reflecting water-like light patterns.

　　The sun has risen.

　　 Jing Jiu opened his eyes, and the same question as many officials arose in his heart: Why haven't they come yet?

　　 The palace is a very good place for him to practice. It is no different from Qingshan. He does not want to leave, but now it seems that as he gets older, the trouble will only increase, and he is also ready to leave. .

　　 He has confirmed the location of the mountain, and after preparing to feign death, he went to the mountain to be a savage incognito. Who knew that the assassin never appeared.

　　 There were a few muffled noises in the distance outside the hall, followed by footsteps, shouts, and the rubbing of weapons, and they were getting closer and closer.

　　Why did a secret assassination become such a fierce battle? Jing Jiu was a little surprised, and got up and walked outside the hall.

　　 pushed open the door of the hall, the sun was dazzling, he squinted his eyes.

　　 The palace gate was ajar, and the bodies of several assassins were piled there.

　　 There are more corpses in the palace walls. In addition to the assassins in commoners, there are more than a dozen guards, bloody, and a faint fishy smell.

　　Between the corpses and blood on the ground, a dark and thin young man stood.

　　The young man suffered a lot of injuries. He was covered in blood, and the wounds on his arms were visible, but the hands holding the hilt of the sword were still so stable.

　　The gate of the palace was finally forcibly knocked open by the guards outside, and the bodies of the assassins were shaken off.

　　 Dozens of guards shouted for escort, filed in, surrounding the black and thin boy in the middle.

　　 There are also some guards who want to come to Jing Jiu, but they are blocked by a sword light.

　　The sword light came from the hands of the thin black boy.

　　 Seeing it is a **** battle, no matter how fierce the black and thin boy can fight, the final outcome can only be death or capture.

　　 "This is not what you should do."

　　 Jing Jiu's voice echoed outside the hall, passing through the corpses of the assassins and guards, smelling of blood.

　　He walked down the stone steps, came to the black and thin boy, looked at the guards and said, "He is my personal guard, you want to kill him?"

　　 Upon hearing this sentence, the guards were very surprised. Several of the guards secretly met their eyes, but in the end they didn't dare to continue doing anything.

　　At this time, the forbidden army finally rushed to the outside of the temple and surrounded it. The commander of the forbidden army was the most trusted military commander of the scholar Zhang. At this time, his face looked ugly as if he had just died, so he directly **** all the guards, and then Kneeled in front of Jing Jiu with a snap.

　　 Jing Jiu ignored him and returned to the temple with the black and thin boy.

　　 The commander of the Forbidden Army looked a little pale, and ordered his subordinates to lift the corpse out, wash the ground with clean water, and then slowly closed the palace gate.

　　 In the early morning, Jing Jiu drove all the eunuchs and palace ladies out, and the hall was empty, and it looked very empty and deserted.

　　 Jing Jiu found some medicine in the house of the palace ladies in the back of the palace, handed it to the black and thin boy, and motioned him to sit down at will.

　　The black and thin boy should be the unfaithful disciple, but he changed his appearance when he entered the illusion and became a little different.

　　 Jing Jiu is more familiar with this face, especially the straightforward and persistent force between the eyebrows and eyes, which is hard to forget.

　　 The black and thin boy took off the coat that had been cut into silk by the sword, and began to bandage his wounds, without speaking during the whole process.

　　 Jing Jiu looked out the window, and met the blue bird on the branch.

　　 The blue bird flew away silently. It might be to the Imperial Palace of the Kingdom of Zhao, or it might be to the Imperial Palace of Beihai.

　　 Jing Jiu asked: "How did you go from Guocheng Temple to Wanshou Mountain? Even if you leave, shouldn't it be to Yimaozhai? Chanzi has written the letter?"

　　 asked three questions in a row, which is a rare thing for him who is cold-tempered.

　　 These three questions also reveal another surprising fact. It turns out that the black and thin boy is Liu Shisui.

　　Why did Liu Shisui cultivating Buddha in Guocheng Temple as a disciple of the Ungrateful Men?

　　 "The real master guessed that you would come to the questioning meeting, so I asked me to come in to help you as a disciple of no grace."

　　 Involving Yimaozhai, Liu Shisui hesitated and did not explain, but only explained the reasons for his presence here.

　　 For him who regards Jing Jiu as his master, this is really a rare thing.

　　 Jing Jiu understands Liu's thoughts.

　　As the head of Qingshan, Liu Ci naturally knew that Liu Shisui had already left the sword prison of Shangdefeng, and even knew that Liu Shisui was in Guocheng Temple.

　　 Jing Jiu never thought of concealing Liu's poems, and it is difficult to conceal it with his current state.

　　 Liu Ci wanted to help Jing Jiu grab the immortal urn from the Zhongzhou faction, so he wanted to prepare a helper for him.

　　 Zhuo Rusui was too eye-catching, so he thought of Liu Shisui who was far away in Guocheng Temple.

　　 If the blue bird was still on the branch outside the window at this time and spread Liu Shisui's words to the outside world, it would inevitably cause an uproar and shock.

　　 Everyone thought that the Zhongzhou faction had an absolute advantage in this questioning conference, because a total of four of their disciples had entered the illusion.

　　Who would have thought that the Qingshan Sect would silently send three disciples in. Jing Jiu, who played on behalf of Shuiyue'an, would not say, who would have thought that Liu Shisui would have this dark move?

　　 In this way, if Liu Zhenren personally visited Yunmeng Mountain, it is not necessarily as simple as releasing goodwill. It is more like sitting in person for the subsequent victory!

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　　 Jing Jiu asked: "How is the true qi in your body now?"

　　 Liu Shisui said: "There were some repetitions a few years ago, but the real master passed me a technique, which temporarily suppressed it."

　　 Jing Jiu said: "After going out, I still have to go to Yimaozhai. The suppression will not last long, and we still have to find a way to solve it."

　　 Liu Shisui didn't want to go to Yimaozhai, but since it was the son who had spoken, he had no choice but to answer.

　　 Jing Jiu was still a little worried that he would lie in order to stay in the illusion to protect himself, and reached out a finger to his brow.

　　 Liu Shisui didn't dare to dodge, so he sat up straight, and stopped bandaging the wound.

　　 There was a crisp ringing in the distant void, which only Jing Jiu could hear. After a long time, he retracted his finger and frowned slightly.

　　 Liu Shisui knew that the son had an expression that would mean a big deal, so he became nervous and said: "What's the matter?"

　　 "It's okay."

　　 Jing Jiu sensed a mark deep in Liu Shisui's body.

　　 is now in the illusion. Everyone’s bodies are all spirits. Who can imprint a ten-year-old spirit without being discovered by him?

　　 Liu Shisui's current blood demon art realm is extremely high, and ordinary cultivators can't do it at all.

　　 Soon he thought that this should be Qingtian Jianling's method, and he waved his hand and erased the mark without saying anything to Liu Shisui. After the Emperor Hades died, he was the person with the strongest knowledge and mastery of spirits, no matter in the heavens or in the earth or in the real world.

　　 At this moment, the blue bird flew back to the Chu State Palace and landed on the branch.

　　 Jing Jiu did not speak any more, Liu Shisui was also silent, and continued to lower his head to bandage the wound on his body.

　　 Blue Bird looked at the black and thin young man who was covered in wounds, with some doubts in his eyes, wondering why there is no sign that he has left on the remnant of the Blood Demon Cult?

　　The assassination of the emperor, no matter how concealed it is, the news will spread extremely quickly.

　　 The atmosphere at the meeting became extremely tense and depressive~IndoMTL.com~ Scholar Zhang's face was gloomy, his eyes swept over the subordinates who followed him, his eyes seemed to have hidden thunder, about to explode. In the end, he didn't say anything, entered the palace at the fastest speed, came to the front of the palace, and begged to see his Majesty.

　　The palace gate opened slowly.

　　 Scholar Zhang looked at the black and thin young man, thinking about what the commander of the Forbidden Army said, and was puzzled. When did your Majesty get in touch with the strong practitioners outside the palace?

　　 The corpses of the assassins and guards have been removed, and the ground has been washed with clean water several times, but a faint smell of blood still remains.

　　 I don’t know where the flies came from and cheered and hummed.

　　 Smelling the faint smell of blood, thinking about the danger here before, the academician's face is even more ugly.

　　 came to the temple and looked at the young emperor who was reclining on the couch.

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　　 (My WeChat public account, maoni1118, will release a trailer for celebrating the rest of the year for everyone to see. It just happens that the plot of the past few days is a bit of the feeling of the past, especially the old **** Hong lying on the chair. In addition, there is only this chapter today. Three thousand words, and it’s the end of the month, so please be prepared for the two thousand one chapter and the National Day break...)

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