Chapter 1: Kill dreams

On the fifth day of April in the first year of Tianzheng, the emperor succeeded to the throne for more than a month, and was suspected of being forced by a demon. The inner court hurriedly summoned Qin Tianjian to send someone into the palace, but the national teacher had passed away, and the deputy supervisor Tan Ze entered the palace on his behalf.
"Your Majesty, what did you dream of?"
"I lonely dreamed of the emperor father. He was sitting alone in a thick snow, and there was no one around him. It was very miserable. He came forward and called him alone, but when he stepped forward, the emperor moved forward an inch."
"Gu also dreamed of the seventh brother. He was standing among a corpse with blood lying on his chest and tears dripping from his eyes. He kept smiling at me."
"I still dreamed... I dreamed..." Emperor Tianzheng sat on the bed and stopped talking.
Tan Ze sighed softly: "Your Majesty."
Emperor Tianzheng shook his head: "I dreamed of Lao Liu. He came back. He didn't say anything, but he just came back."
"Yu Wei is still there." After a long silence, Emperor Tianzheng sighed quietly.
Tan Ze did not answer the conversation, but asked again: "Have you been to the genius doctor?"
In the autumn cottage, Hua Jin and Mu Chunfeng, who carried the medicine box, waved goodbye: "Little apprentice, I'm leaving."
Mu Chunfeng frowned slightly: "But what will your Majesty do?"
"I am the genius doctor of the world, not the family doctor of the Xiao family. An emperor stayed with me for a year, can this emperor keep me again?" Hua Jin shrugged, "Besides, I have already visited in the morning. , I can't cure it."
"Then the master might take me?" Mu Chunfeng asked.
Hua Jin stretched out his hand and patted Mu Chunfeng on the shoulder: "You are the son of the richest man in Qingzhou, and you will inherit the family business in the future. Hey, you have almost studied, go home and study for a year, next year I will come to Qingzhou to find you. Every year from now on You and I meet once, and I will preach you medical advice."
Mu Chunfeng smiled and said, "Thank you, Master."
"Healers should travel all over the world and be the doctors of the world." Hua Jin turned around and said, "This is what my master told me."
Mu Chunfeng shook his head: "Your master just wants to go out and play."
Hua Jin threw a herb and fell into Mu Chunfeng's hand: "I just want to go out and play."
Mu Chunfeng took the ice-hearted grass and chewed it in his mouth, slightly distressed. When he ran out of the house, he agreed with the old man that he was here to help his friend become the emperor, but now he is the emperor. They are not true friends.
Inside the palace gate, a carriage drove out slowly.
Tan Ze sat in the carriage with a solemn expression. The carriage returned to the Qintian Prison, and three celestial masters went out to greet each other, including the two celestial masters with the bones of immortality and the childish Feixuan.
"What's the solution?" a celestial master asked.
"Fear of being cursed." Tan Ze whispered and walked back to the hall.
In the courtyard, a young man was practicing swords. After seeing the heavenly masters hurried back to the hall, they put down their swords and wiped the sweat from their foreheads. Naturally, this young man was Li Fansong from Qingcheng Mountain. He smiled and turned his head to look at the middle-aged Confucian student who was lying on a chair and reading: "Master, how come the wind and rain in this Apocalypse City will never be broken?"
Without lifting his head, the Confucian student turned the book another page: "Some people want to ride the wind, and naturally hope that the wind will grow stronger and stronger."
Li Fansong sighed, "I want to send Feixuan back to Qingcheng Mountain as soon as possible, and then go and see the world."
In the main hall, the four existing celestial masters of the Qin Tianjian were sitting together. They are the current deputy supervisor of the Qin Tianjian Tan Ze, the celestial master Huang Kunlun, who is nearly 70 years old, and the Tianshi Zhao Chuanyi, and Xiaotian. Shi Feixuan.
"The emperor's fate, who can cast such a big curse?" Huang Kunlun whispered.
"Perhaps the true emperor..." Zhao Chuanyi whispered.
"Don't speak nonsense." Tan Ze stretched out his long sleeves and pressed lightly to press the wind in the entire hall under the sleeves. "When you are in front of today, remember this matter."
"This curse can be solved if Senior Brother is here." Huang Kunlun frowned, "But now..."
"You can check." Feixuan whispered.
Zhao Chuan also shook his head: "The investigation is a matter of Dali Temple. When will Qintian Supervisor still manage the investigation?"
Tan Ze sighed lightly: "That night, the entire Dali Temple was almost folded inside. Now Dali Temple is no more than an empty shell. Besides, these mysterious things, those people are afraid they will push us to the Qin Tianjian."
"Who will investigate?" Zhao Chuan also asked, this is a very important question.
"Tianshi, there is news from the palace." A small Taoist hurried into the hall.
"What's the matter?" Tan Ze frowned.
"Two internal prisoners who had disappeared for a few days were found." Xiaodaotong said.
Tan Ze was taken aback: "Where is it?"
"In Jinghe Palace, the dead body is rotten." Xiaodaotong replied.
Huang Kunlun asked in confusion: "It's just that after a few days of disappearing, how can the body rot?"
"I don't know, it is said that it looks like it has been dead for more than ten days. The people who told us in the palace went in immediately." Xiaodaotong shook his head.
"We have to take care of the dead. Even if there is no Shen Xiduo in Dali Temple, we can't be so incompetent!" Huang Kunlun said angrily.
"Fine." Tan Ze got up and went to the outsider.
"Associate Supervisor, it is not you who passed on in the palace..." Xiao Dao Tong said hurriedly.
Tan Ze confused: "Who is that?"
Xiao Dao Tong glanced at the little celestial master who was a few years younger than him in the corner: "The story is about the little celestial master Feixuan and...the guest from Qingcheng Mountain, Li Fansong."
Feixuan was surprised: "Me?"
"It is said that it was passed on by your majesty." Xiao Dao Tong added.
In the yard, Li Fansong took the book in the hands of Confucian scholars: "Master, how can you say this is my turn?"
"One sword at a time, the imperial city solves the case. This is interesting." The Confucian scholar is naturally the famous Confucian sword fairy Xie Xuan. He yawned, "If this case is solved, I can give you a royal gift plaque from Qingcheng Mountain. "
Li Fansong was a little upset: "But why is it my turn in this matter? I have never had any contact with the White King, and I am not an official, but a guest of the Qin Tianjian."
"It's not the White King, it's Tianzheng Emperor." Xie Xuan said with a smile, "The only reason he told you is because you and Feixuan are friends of that person."
Li Fansong was taken aback.
Yongan Wang, bleak.
"Little Master, let's go." Feixuan walked to Li Fansong's side.
Li Fansong sighed, "Fei Xuan, I finally understand why Master must let us come to Apocalypse City. It must be revenge on us!"
Fei Xuan shook his head: "Little Master, why don't you say frustrating things before you get up."
"To do things for the emperor, to do nothing, to fail, to die, do you know what happens if we do not do well?" Li Fansong asked.
Feixuan thought for a while and replied, "Get out of Apocalypse City."
Li Fansong raised the sword and pointed at a distant place: "Qingcheng Mountain, full gate, cut!"
At this time, a swordsman in a red dress on a certain roof of Apocalypse City yawned long while biting an apple while looking at the city.