Vol 6 Chapter 53: Civil strife in Tsing Yi

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There was no one in the room. Nobody came to the door and looked around for a while. The building was still brightly lit, but there were no silhouettes. The quietness seemed to have been forgotten.
To outsiders, the Magic Square is a place where Li Maozhen is looking for fun. Looking at the layout of this heavy building, it must be the place where Li Maozhen frequents. Also normal.
As soon as it came, it was safe. It was not too late, Li Zhi simply returned to the house, lay down on the dwarf, and was ready to meet Zhou Gong.
His cultivation has been restored, and now he is dormant in the sky mirror. It only takes one thought to move freely, so he has nothing to worry about.
To act as an ordinary person who has not cultivated, it is natural to pay attention to details, and sleep cannot be avoided.
After taking a break, Li Zheng began to organize his thoughts: "This Saint Ji saw me, it should be to prove whether I look like me, and then test my mind from my speech and behavior, and judge whether I have the ability to impersonate myself— —Well, I did n’t see how this tested me. So I have to say that this ’s attitude today is strange ...

"Hey, or I, Li Ye has become the dream lover of all Huaichun women in the world? Well, this is very reasonable. After all, I was born handsome, not to mention the wealth of the family, the most powerful person in the world. The princes of personal cultivation are even more boundless. They also have countless heroic deeds and legends. They are simply the ideal men in the hearts of girls ... oh, I do n’t know how many women swear that I will not marry ..... "
Thinking of this, Li Yan laughed twice, not without pride and insignificance.
But soon he smiled.
He continued to think: "Although I resumed cultivation, it is a real world. After the Kunlun passage was closed, there can no longer be any immortals. I leave it that way, Li Maozhen, Gao Ye, Wang Jian, and so on. Reality ... There are more realities in this world. In recent years, there has been a lot of chaos in the world, and real worlds in the wild have sprung up. "
"But in Xianyu, I still feel that cultivation is growing. It seems that the gathering of people's luck has not stopped. The strength of the mortal body has reached a critical point, and it cannot be strengthened, but it will not affect the body of Xianyu. Raise the realm, promote the real world, Taiyi true wonderland ... This is also good. When I settle down the world, the cultivation of Xianyu's body should be extremely high, enough to influence or even determine the war situation in Xianyu. "
Thinking for a while, Li Yan, who was sitting cross-legged, stood up, and glanced at the gloomy flowers behind him.
"The fat powder tastes so heavy. How can I sleep well?"
Li Yan got up and walked around the house, and finally came to the window sill, looking away, seemingly watching the scenery, but actually secretly noticed that no one around him was watching, looking after himself, and judging the other party ’s behavior.
After repeated confirmation for half an hour, the corners of Li's mouth rose slightly: "The monks of Huanyinfang are indeed women, and they are very delicate. Even if they are ordinary people who care for me, they have also used twenty or thirty exercises. Monk ... there is another real world nearby. It's just a pity that it's just a real Lingchi. "
Li Xun smiled, mobilized Xiu's power from the heavens as much as possible, and rushed into the sea of ​​Kailuan instantly.
After two hours, it was already three hours, and the night was quiet. Undisturbed, Li Yan suddenly appeared like a bird, jumping down from the window sill, and then disappeared into the shadow under the eaves at a glance.
He is now trained to be suppressed by the laws of heaven and earth, only in the real world, but that is also a real god, and there is a real separated from the real person in Lingchi. It is very easy to hide the other's ear and eyes.
Li Xun's ghostly figure flickered again and again, quickly passing through the pavilions of Zhonglou Lou Pavilion, leaving the Magic Square to Chang'an Street.
He was going to find the stronghold of Tsing Yi Yamen in Chang'an City.
To repair tonight, the first thing Li Yan has to do is to get in touch with his people.
If not, he will return to Pinglu without waiting for his plan, and his own people will break up first, and the fun will be great. At that time, it would be impossible to pit others, and pit yourself first.
He must send some messages to his own people-those who can be trusted with high weight, stabilize the other's military heart, and then let them cooperate with them to carry out some necessary actions.
...
Funing Square, Chang'an City.
The backyard of a medium-sized, ordinaryly decorated restaurant was still dimly lit with dim lights. The dead leaves of a locust tree in the courtyard fluttered, but when it passed by the door of the room, it suddenly broke into powder, and it lost its trace in the air.
Murder was horrifying in the lighted house.
In the small room, monk Tsing Yi knelt down, and there were no less than fifteen people at a glance. The monks touched their arms with their legs, which filled the whole house.
This was the case, and three steps were left in front of the monks. A dozen or so people in Tsing Yi, who were trembling and sweating, did not say that Lei Leichi took a step. Instead, they secretly squeezed back, as if there were beasts outside the three steps.
Natural beasts did not exist, there was one monk. Sitting at the high table, the monk was wearing a purple shirt and a big frown. There was chill between his eyebrows, as if he was in a bad mood, he would swallow the person in front of him.
Song Jiao is headed by Tsing Yi Yamen.
Song Jiao said coldly: "He and others are the commanders of Tsing Yi, occupying a major position in Chang'an, and are responsible for investigating Guanzhong. This seat allows you to look for opportunities to assassinate Li Maozhen. Today, the past three days, you ca n’t even connect with each other! What do you want ?! "
All Tsing Yi were apprehensive, unable to speak, and only looked at their thanks.
One commander of the nine-level training team supported me: "The big commander, not because I refuse to do my best, but because Li Maozhen is tightly guarded, and the monks of the Phonic Music Square are inseparable from him. We really ca n’t find a chance ... .. "
"Miscellaneous account!" Song Jiao slammed the desktop hard, shocking everyone. "Since you know that Huayinfang is your opponent, why haven't you set up a secret in Huayinfang for a long time? Now things are not enough, and you are still looking for Excuse me ?! "
The commander said bitterly: "We have already sent people to enter the magic hall. However, the establishment of the magic hall is still short. The high-level staff are the old Li Maozhen. Our position is too low to reach the core level in a short time .. .... "
Song Jiao frowned, and she was about to yell at each other again. However, looking at the look of Tsing Yi in the room, she suddenly swallowed her stomach when she reached her mouth, her body relaxed, and she looked at the crowd with deep eyes, slow walking. : "This seat asks you to send additional staff in the direction of Kunlun to find your Highness. How is things going now?"
Unsurprisingly, as Song Jiao expected, once everyone said this, everyone was silent and silent.
Song Jiao looked at the commander who spoke to Fang Cai: "Lu Shen, you."
Lu Shen was in a dilemma, and finally stubbornly said, "The Grand Commander, His Royal Highness and the County Lord have already gone to Xianyu. This is a well-known thing. If not, it ’s time to return to Pinglu with His Royal Highness' realm. Need us to find ... "
Song Jiao didn't get angry, glanced at everyone, "You all think so?"
Everyone didn't speak, but the expression answered Song Jiao.
Song Jiao chuckled and asked Lu Shen: "According to you, is it time for Tsing Yi to break up?"
Lu Shen hurriedly said: "The big commander is angry, the villain doesn't mean it! Tsing Yi ... Tsing Yi knocks on the door, always the big commander is the leader! Only, just ..."
"Just what?"
Lu Shen gritted his teeth. "It's just that Your Highness is no longer in this world, but the trend of world wars will not stop. I wait. If I want to have a future, I must ... I must have a tie and try our best. Way out! "
"A different way out? Okay, okay!" Song Jiao laughed, charming and looking around, "Everyone else thinks that way?"
You command me to look at me, I look at you, and finally hold my fists together: "I will wait for the command of Vanda!"
"Medical life is obedient, this is a good word. In that case, you all die!" Song Jiao suddenly got up.
The crowd looked up in astonishment.
Before waiting for them to make a sound, Song Jiao suddenly threw her long sleeves, and the wind suddenly rose in the room. A powerful aura wave swept out, overturning all those commanders, smashing the walls of the doors and windows, and falling down the courtyard. in!
More than a dozen monks who practiced high Qi all vomited blood after landing, and all of them were not badly injured. They looked at Song Jiao with horror, and their eyes were confused, unwilling and even angry.
Song Jiao stepped out of the house, as the beast approached the door, and stood high, face frosty, murderous and compelling: "Since you are disloyal, don't blame this seat to clean up the portal!"
"Large commander!" Seeing Song Jiao step by step, Lu Shen covered her chest and yelled hard and steadily: "His Royal Highness is no longer there, who else are we loyal to?"
"When Pinglu collapsed, where do I go from here? The dragons have no head, but are dogs of the bereavement. Do we still want to wait for our death? If we do not find a way out early, we will die in Gao Ling and Wang Jianzhi even if we do not die in the hands of Huan Yinfang Exile! We all have wives, children, and young children. Even if we don't have a good future, we can't help but think about them! "
Song Jiao's eyes were cold and she didn't say a word, but she had a jade flute in her hand.
When they saw the jade flute, the commanders who stood up in the courtyard had a complexion.
If Song Jiao had shot before, just to teach them, then at this moment when everyone saw this jade flute, everyone knew that Song Jiao had moved his heart.
I do n’t know if the water is cold, but Yu Xiao sounds a hundred ghosts!
Once the sound of "Yi Shui Han" sounded, with Song Jiao's cultivation as their strength, these monks who practiced qi had no reason to survive.
More than a dozen commanders looked at each other, and soon made up their minds. They all showed their blades, and mobilized as much as possible to repair their bodies. Scarlet eyes stared at Song Jiao's motionlessness, obviously preparing for a desperate fight.
Seeing everyone doing this, Song Jiao's eyes were even colder, and Yu Xiao was brought to her lips.
The war is about to begin.
No matter who wins or loses in this battle, the movement can't be small, and will it not attract the attention of the magic square at that time?
The winner and loser, after tonight, are likely to be just a corpse by the stinking ditch.
...
Just when Yu Xiao was about to sound the first syllable, and the Tsing Yi men in the courtyard were already three inches long, there was suddenly a figure on the open space between the two sides. He came so abruptly that it made people feel like they saw a ghost.
Seeing the other person's face clearly, these Tsing Yi people were more convinced that they did see a ghost.
"Ghost" showed a smirk, and ridiculed with a strong but sharp voice: "My brothers are killing each other, or on other people's territory, but your joke is a bit too big."
Hearing this voice, everyone was there for a while, whether it was the three-inch Tsing Yi commander with a knife, or Song Jiao with the jaw flute, his hands and feet were stiff enough to move, and he could only widen his eyes and look at each other.
Their shock was beyond words.
However, it is not because of shock that it cannot move, but really cannot move.
That was crushed by the opponent's practice.