Vol 2 Chapter 39: The secret of the lonely mountain

Mo Qinggong looked at the many files piled up in front of him. Because of his long-term reference, his eyes interfered, so he took out a small glass bottle and dripped a few drops of eye-catching liquid into his eyes. . .
Although it was a New Year, it was not a leisure time. The lady named Li Wanzhu had been in the palace for ten years. Everything was normal on weekdays. I couldn’t find any clues, but she said at the feast. Extraordinary chilling words of grief, the holy and the queen can be regarded as no longer exist, they are not supervised but can not be regarded as non-existent.
"I have been dead for so many years, have disappeared for so many years, still do not give up, what are the people who have come out to do?"
Mo Qinggong said to his own eyes, talking to himself, the soft but incomprehensible words echoed in the gray room.
Although the gods have always had things to do, Changling has never been stable, but since last year, the undercurrent in Changling’s secrets has never been more turbulent.
Night policy cold from overseas return, Zhao Wei died, Zhao Jian furnace's big rebellion, Yunshui Palace's big reversal in the Changling surrounding activities, Xu Sishou sea, Song Qingshu, Nangong injured death, the recurrence of Jiu Ning Ming Wang Jian The imperial indulgence of the palace lady's innuendo... All of this seems to be completely unrelated, but Mo Qinggong understands that all this has begun from the resurrection of the nine dead silkworms.
That person has been dead for so many years, just a vaguely passed down... Many people have already begun to move.
In his view, for the extremely powerful Daqin dynasty at this moment, the heartbeat of these people can only cause some unprovoked destruction, and it has no meaning at all.
At this time, his deputy, the young official who succeeded Qin Huaishu, knocked on the door and stepped in.
"Mo Daren, Wang Taixu sent a famous practitioner to come over." Compared with before, this young official has become a lot of old people. After a quick ceremony, there is no nonsense immediately: "It is a fish market trying to assassinate." Ding Ning’s practitioners have five realms. At the same time, there are two other practitioners, one of four, one of five. The two have been killed, but the body is kept for inspection.
"what!"
Mo Qinggong stood up: "Take the man to the big floating prison!"
"No! Notify the leader!"
But he immediately changed his mind: "I personally escorted the man to the big floating prison!"
"You did a good job."
Then he said this to the young superintendent.
Two of the five borders, one of the four borders, the fish market assassinated Ding Ning, two deaths and one injury, leaving a five-door live.
The young superintendent official has indeed said the information he needs to know for the first time.
Xue Forgets and Liang Lian fights, even the teacher of the Holy Son has a Lingyun sword, to save Xue forget. At least all the true powers of knowing, will know that this is the meaning of the Queen.
Only the true desperate, and only the aliens who are desperate, will know that the fish market is powerful, but in the bottom of their hearts, they ignore the power of the fish market and dare to do it in the fish market.
And being able to invite three such desperados to assassinate Ding Ning at the same time is definitely a real honor!
This lively mouth will be an extremely important breakthrough.
There are many unique ways for practitioners to die faster than normal people, and they can let themselves die quickly, but they can also feel painless, but there are many means for the practitioner to open their mouths, and they can also ensure that this is not alive. Will be ruined.
The key is to ensure that the live can be safely delivered to the big floating prison.
Upon hearing the approval of Mo Qinggong, the young superintendent official was pleasantly surprised, but still kept quiet, and at the same time quickly said: "Wang Taixu said, he will fully cooperate with Mo Daren to send this person into the two floors. Dungeon."
When I heard this sentence, Mo Qinggong suddenly felt a little loose.
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For Changling, today is destined to be extraordinary.
It is undeniable that some people's footprints are enough to influence the history books of later generations.
There are many wild gardens in the west of Changling City.
There used to be a place where many families lived, but after some killings in the early years of Yuanwu, there was very little here. Most of them have been re-appreciated, but they may feel that too many people are dead and their relationship is too strong, so most places are still wild.
There is a small temple in this deserted garden, which is dedicated to the city. There are not many incense fires on weekdays. It is only about to think that such a temple will be more stable. Therefore, there are noble people who supplement some silver to keep this small temple.
Before and after the small temple, it was only a few, even just like the farmhouse, just a bamboo fence wall.
Originally weeds, and at this time it is a winter, it is even more ridiculous.
The tall, full of unique and unruly Fan Zhu, who is only the only one who has the big rebellion, stands in front of this small temple. He stands next to a young man wearing a white fox fur coat. The eyebrows of the eyebrows are beautiful, and the skin is white and creamy. It looks like a gentleman who was born in a wealthy family. However, his body exudes the arrogance that even Fan Zhuo can't match.
This kind of arrogance is not like the illusion of many children born in famous places, but the swords of the ten-year cold pool. Once the dragons are broken, the country breaks the mountains and rivers, the mountains and the rivers are exposed, after washing the lead, the kind of natural precipitation breath.
He is naturally a white mountain.
After the mad song and the sword, after the death of Changling, his prestige has even faintly above Zhao Jianhao Zhao Yi.
The temple door with peeling paint is faint, and the threshold is not high, but in the eyes of Bai Shanshui, it is full of real emotions.
He reached out and pushed the temple door open.
At the corner of the central hall, there is an old temple wishing to cook something with a simple stove set up with stones.
In the moment of seeing this old temple wish, Bai Shanshui sighed: "Everyone in the world is guessing why I must come to Changling and stop at Changling, but I don't know, just for Mr. Zhuang. It took a lot of hardships and countless hours, but I didn’t think that Mr. Zhuang was hiding in this small temple."
The old temple wished to turn around, a long face full of knife-like wrinkles, but a pair of eyebrows is thick black as ink, between his eyes flowing, his body seems to begin to slowly release an inexplicable temperament.
His dimly-skinned eyes became so deep that it seemed that all the streets and lanes of Changling could be seen at a glance. Every wrinkle on his face seemed to release the wind and frost of countless years.
"Not easy."
This old temple wished that there was no false words, and sincerely said: "You are the real body of the gods. If you die, the last genius of the great Wei will disappear, taking such a big risk to find me, You really got the secret of the lonely mountain sword, and the secret of the lonely mountain sword, is it related to me?"
Bai Shanshui smiled a little and said with emotion: "Not only related to the gentleman, this lonely mountain sword is hidden in Changling."
The old temple wished not only to experience much wind and rain, but he was shocked to hear this sentence.
"Mr. Hope, you can help me."
Bai Shanshui was deeply in the body and wished to worship the old temple. He said: "The resurrection of the country has not dared to think about it. However, this is the only hope that will not allow many Wei people to be displaced, and that there is no place for sleeping in the wind."
The deep worship of such a person, he is carrying a heavy mountain and river atmosphere of a home country.
The old temple wished a deep breath and straightened up the body. There was no direct response, but the eyes were slightly sighed: "What kind of things do you get?"
The white mountain water also rises straight up, no longer speaks, throws a thing out of the sleeve and hands it to the old temple.
The eyes of the old temple wished to swell, and the heart suddenly burst into waves.
Lying in the white mountains and waters at this time is a black gold jade.
This piece of jade is not complete, lacking a few corners, and there are many lines on the surface that seem to be indiscriminately carved. However, at the moment, in the eyes of this old temple, all these lines float up from the jade, and in the air. The endless extension, like a mountain and a river, floats out.
There is no text on the jade, there is no mark related to the Lonely Mountain Sword, but this old temple wishes to know that this represents the Lonely Mountain Sword!
Because he has seen such a jade character... Or, what he has seen is one of the missing pieces on this jade!
"It seems that all the effort is worth it."
Although the old temple wished no words at the moment, but only from his divine, Bai Shanshui could already determine many things. He sighed and said: "I vaguely see this jade on the line and the Changling terrain. It’s just that the talent is not enough, and I can’t fully understand the mystery. Mr. You and the person have learned the fragments of this jade, and succeeded in finding out the remains of some lonely mountains, I think this can also help me."
"The facts are not as good as the outside world." The old temple wished to take his eyes back from the jade, took a deep breath and watched the white mountain slowly.
The white mountain water is slightly shocked.
"The jade that appeared in the past has actually been in the Treasury of the patriarchal division. When I was the head of the patriarchal division, I did not know that this jade symbol is a map of the Gushan sword, but I feel extremely special. Where it seems to conceal the landscape of Changling, but it is incomprehensible." The old temple wishes to slow down: "I asked him to enlighten, and later we discovered that the line on this jade is not in the area of ​​Changling. The terrain is the trend of many special heavens and earth in the world of Changling."
Baishan water took a deep breath and whispered: "Where is the trend of heaven and earth?"
The old temple wished to nod: "The map of the Lonely Mountain Sword is not marked by the terrain, but the flow lines of many heaven and earth are used to indicate where the place is. Perhaps the person who left the map in the past is I feel that if there is not enough realm and people who have insufficient understanding, they will not deserve anything from the Gushan sword."
Bai Shanshui was silent for a moment, raised his head and looked at the world of Changling in the distance. He sighed. "So, I must still stay in this disgusting Changling?"