Chapter 97: Discoloration

The sound was so terrifying that Xu Qi'an's hair on his back stood up, and he turned his head reflexively and looked at Sangbo Lake.
The guards who were in charge of guarding the surroundings could not look back, and Xu Qi'an had already passed over.
He saw the Emperor Yuan Jing, who was slowly walking on stage with three steps and bowed his head, wearing bright yellow dung suits, saw the civil and military officials, princes and princes, and Wei Yuan and his two sons.
I saw the magnificent temple, the imperial army, and the eunuch.
The moment he turned his head, the voice disappeared.
Audition?
I haven't looked for Fuxiang for three days, and my eyes are not dim.
Xu Qi'an took a deep breath, didn't dare to look more, turned his head, and asked, "How much do you know about Sangbo?"
Zhu Guangxiao and Song Tingfeng replied. There is no valuable information. It is nothing more than "The land of the founding emperor's proof of the way", "Xuanwu swords", "The land of the royal family's ancestors" and other contents that Xu Qi'an already knew.
"Help me, help me..."
The voice came again, like an evil spirit lying on your back, whispering in your ears.
Xu Qi'an stiffened his neck, turned his head inch by inch, and saw the sacrifice scene again. And the sound disappeared the moment he turned his head.
The invisible fear filled his heart and got goose bumps all over his body.
The Sangbo Lake where the founding emperor of Dafeng enlightened, and the place where the royal family had worshipped their ancestors over the years, heard people's cry for help...In the cold wind, Xu Qi'an slowly shuddered.
"Help me, help me..."
"Help me, help me..."
Xu Qi'an was terrified, thinking of running away and staying away in his heart. He forced himself to calm down, no longer caring about his colleagues around him, and took out the jade mirror.
[3: How much do you know about Sangbo? Tell me immediately, this is very important. 】
[2: Yo, reply on the 3rd, are you really at the sacrifice scene, in Sangbo? 】
Xu Qi'an didn't respond to Number Two, waited for a few seconds, and saw the letter to Number Four.
[Four: Sangbo is the place where the founding emperor of Dafeng proclaimed the Dao. After Dafeng established the country, he chose the capital of Sangbo. However, the legend of Xuanwu has no evidence to test and its credibility is not high.
However, there are real swords, and the sabre used by the founding emperor is enshrined in the temple on the high platform in the lake. 】
After the fourth number finished, Daoist Jin Lian added:
[Nine: It is a magic weapon that symbolizes great luck. 】
[Four: It is true that in the battle of Shanhaiguan that year, Emperor Yuanjing entered the temple to invite soldiers from the gods and gifted them to the king of Zhenbei. The battle of mountains and seas can be won, except for Wei Yuan's use of troops like a mountain, the combat power of Zhenbei King cannot be ignored. 】
Excalibur is enshrined in the temple?
Is Jian calling for help?
Not to mention whether Jian has self-awareness, it is like what I do for help.
"Help me, help me..." The voice suddenly became severe, as if dissatisfied with Xu Qi'an's indifference.
The call for help echoed in his ears, shaking Xu Qi'an's spirit, causing him to dizzy slightly, and his consciousness also became confused.
He took a deep breath and entered the information: [Three: Are there any more? I want more comprehensive information, but everything recorded in history, whether true or false, I want to know. 】
After passing the book, he looked back, trying to calm down the whispers in his ear.
But this time it was unsuccessful. He turned his head back, the cry for help still existed in his ear.
"Help me, help me!"
The blue veins on Xu Qi'an's forehead bloomed, and the voice pierced his mind like a steel needle.
[Four: You brought back my memories, and reminded me of a record I read when the history books were revised.
Sangbo is now guarded by the military camp of the five guards in the capital. The defense is tight. No one can approach it privately. Well, it's anyone.
Because five hundred years ago, the prince at the time was playing in Sangbo on a boat and accidentally fell into the lake. After being rescued by the guards, he suffered a serious illness and developed hysteria since then. Half a year later, he was found drowned in Sangbo.
The royal family believed that it was the prince who angered the ancestors’ heroic souls and incurred punishment. In order to prevent such incidents from happening again, Sangbo was banned and opened only for ancestor worship. 】
The prince fell into the lake and got hysteria...Is he like me, he heard the call for help...Will I repeat the same mistakes, and finally was found drowned in Sangbo.
Thinking of this, Xu Qi'an paled like falling into an ice cellar.
There must be some secret in Sangbo, not to offend the ancestors' heroic souls, but the unlucky prince didn't know about it, otherwise, he would never go boating in Sangbo.
It is conceivable that this secret is probably only known to the emperors of the past.
However, why the emperor who knew the inside story didn't ban Sangbo, the prince had to hang up before making a move.
Xu Qi'an, who was good at reasoning, had doubts flashing in his mind.
[Six: Why is the number three asking this? 】
At this time, Xu Qi'an had no energy to answer their questions. He tremblingly shoved the fragments of the ground book back into his arms, then knelt on the ground weakly, holding his head, with a painful expression.
"Help me, help me..."
The cry for help came into his ears and echoed layer by layer, leaving his brain with a paste, like a steel needle pierced into the cranial cavity.
Headache is splitting.
Song Tingfeng and Zhu Guangxiao noticed the abnormality of their colleagues and were startled by Xu Qi'an's bloodless face.
"What's the matter with you? Can you hold it, you can't drop the chain at this time, if it interrupts or disturbs your majesty's ancestor worship, it is a capital crime." Song Ting became anxious.
Zhu Guangxiao moved his steps and wanted to come over to check the situation.
.....
At this moment, Emperor Yuan Jing had already ascended the platform, the drums stopped, Taichang Temple Qing knelt to read Zhu Wen, and read Bi Leqi.
Emperor Yuan Jing personally burned the text of the wish, and performed three kneeling and nine worship services to his ancestor.
The ancestor worship has only been halfway here.
Wei Yuan retracted his gaze and looked at the queen not far away, with grace and grace.
As the biological mother of the eldest princess, the faces of the mother and daughter are not similar, but the queen is still a beauty who is all over the country, and even now, she is still graceful and luxurious.
Can imagine how stunning it was back then.
It's just that in the washing of the years, Shaohua has passed away, and she is no longer the young girl with beautiful eyes and green eyes.
And he is still as before, dressed in Tsing Yi.
Wei Yuan looked in a trance.
As if feeling a little bit, the queen of the mother yi world looked back, and the two looked at each other in the air.
The queen's eyes softened.
Wei Yuan retracted his gaze like an electric shock, and hurriedly bowed. All the emotions in the eyes are precipitated, only the profound vicissitudes of life.
"Foster father, things are wrong over there," Yang Yan said solemnly.
Wei Yuan followed his eyes and saw a bronze gong kneeling on the ground, and the two bronze gongs beside him were talking to him with their heads sideways.
Many experts have already noticed the situation on Xu Qi'an.
It's just that there is no crisis for the time being, so I endure no questioning, as long as there is no assassin, the sky is big, and the majesty's ancestor worship is over.
Including the post-autumn settling of this little gong.
Wei Yuan recognized at a glance that he was the offspring he was fond of, and raised his chin: "Go and see the situation and take him away."
This is protecting Xu Qi'an.
.......
"Help me, help me..."
After shouting like a ghost, Xu Qi'an's spirit was torn apart. For a while, he felt that he was a criminal policeman living in the new era, and for a while he felt that he was a native of Beijing.
His brain throbbed more and more severely, and he was on the verge of collapse.
My head hurts, don't shout, don't shout, please don't shout... Xu Qi'an covered his head, and Dou Da's sweat rolled off.
In fact, he was already sweating.
The weird cry for help was aimed at his soul, not his flesh, but the pain it caused was no less than physical torture~EbookFREE.me~ Amid the strange cry for help, Xu Qi'an finally broke down, he didn't care. The emperor’s ancestors don’t care about strict rules or everything.
When dying, everything is no longer important.
He clenched fists with both hands, beat the ground hard, and roared hoarsely:
"To shut up!!"
In an instant, the situation changed color.
On the high platform in the lake, the temple suddenly shook, and then, a golden sword gas blasted the eaves to the top of the sky.
In this sword light, the lake water suddenly burst into waves, surging layer by layer, and Sangbo seemed to come alive.
PS: In the early morning.
Dear, click in, give a good comment, the higher the score, the faster the update, it is said that the new full marks are found at the end of the beautiful wife!
The new revision and upgrade address of the mobile station: Data and bookmarks are synchronized with the computer station, and fresh reading without ads!