The black cat is on top, the evil spirits retreat

As soon as Rong Li stepped out of the palace door, he saw Jun Heng standing at the door holding Lie Tian in his arms.

The icy texture of the cracked sky relieved a lot of the gradually rising temperature in his body.Although his face was still extremely rosy, at least he could suppress the restlessness in his heart.

The two of them were separated by the threshold, and Rongli put the back of his hand on Junheng's forehead. Under the eyes of the surrounding palace people, he didn't feel anything at all. Don't look at him as if he was always expressionless and indifferent, even Junheng's words He answered it as a matter of course.

It's just because, apart from the folk customs and ethics in the bottom of his heart, it is more a natural emotion that cannot be resisted, so he simply obeys his instinct.

Otherwise, how can it be explained, there must be him wherever the eyes go.

"It's still very hot..." Rong Li murmured, one hand slid down his shoulder, looking for his arm, he grabbed his hand.

The corner of Jun Heng's mouth twitched, and he teased deliberately: "I'm afraid it's inappropriate for two men to behave like this?"

"What's wrong?" Rong Li said lightly, and when he walked up the stairs, he heard palace maids whispering to each other not far behind him.

"What do you think?" Jun Heng raised the hands between the two under his sleeves.

"I said, there's nothing wrong with it." Rong Li took him back. He had already met Lu Youcai in the tunnel yesterday, and said that Jun Heng found a restaurant for Jun Heng to treat his estrus disease. It was in the capital city. In a bustling spring street alley.

Rongli never grew up in the imperial palace since he was a child, and went to the mountains to learn Taoism at the age of 14, but he didn't even know what the famous Spring Festival alley in Kyoto was.

That's how the dignitaries living in the east city mixed with the merchants in the west city. That alley can be said to be the concentrated place of the Qin Lou Chu Pavilion.

Moreover, Lu Youcai's purpose was as clear as a mirror from the bottom of his heart.

The firewood was crackling, Shu Tian lowered his head and continued to add more firewood.He has been guarding the entrance of this cave for three full days. Ning Xiaoran and Feng Jian brought people into the tunnel and have not come out yet, and there is no news.

Ning Xiaoran wanted to take him with him, but Feng Jian refused.They only brought more than a hundred people, and there has been no movement until now.Shu Tian threw the last piece of firewood into the fire, stood up and took a torch.

"I'll go in and have a look. General Xu must not slacken his vigil." After speaking, he went in.

"Hey! Hey!" Xu Yong squinted his eyes halfway, with an anxious look on his face, "Without the orders of the general and the military adviser, I can't..."

Shu Tian had exhausted all his patience, the width inside could only accommodate about three people, and it could be seen that the mountain road was not neatly excavated, and after walking for a while, three forks appeared.

There is no difference at first glance, but if you hold a torch and take a closer look, there is a cross-shaped mark beside the hole on the far right, as if carved with a dagger...

Could it be that Ning Xiaoran left behind?

Shu Tian hesitantly lingered in front of the three holes for half a stick of incense, and resolutely stepped into the one with the mark.

After zigzagging for half an hour, I didn't see any other forks. I clicked my tongue and continued to move forward. In the darkness, I vaguely felt that the sound of my feet was a bit unusual. When I looked closer at the torch, I frowned and quickened my pace.

In the end, he was blocked by a stone gate. Shu Tian took a closer look. There were mottled patterns on it, and he compared it with his fingers. It was just as thick as a finger, and there were red bloodstains...

In the past few years following Rongli, he has also read a lot of books on metaphysics, especially since he was also killed by a ghost general, so he has studied a lot of books.

But he had never seen it with his own eyes, and his eyes could not help but deepen a little bit in the hiding place of the ghost general.

Moreover, those records related to the deeds of a hundred years ago have long disappeared, and the historians of later generations have even tampered with the previous writings!In Qingyang, some people even do not believe that there is another country to the north of Yishan Mountain.

When I walked there, I was suddenly marked with blood...

From the beginning of the mark, it was arranged by someone!

Shu Tian sighed in annoyance, his tough outline was blurred in the firelight, today is just the seventh day!

Feng Jian's death date!

"What's going on here!" When Shu Tian came out, all the soldiers had a white cloth around their heads, and they felt very depressed.

Xu Yong was half-sitting by the fire, and said sadly: "The general just sent someone to report... The national teacher is not satisfied with Zhaoqi's capital today..."

"Is it a message?"

"No, the letter is here."

Shu Tian took it over and took a look, the font was like Ning Xiaoran's strong and resolute person, no different from what he saw in the barracks!

"Can someone go back to Beijing to report?" Shu Tian thought that he could just go back and tell Jun Heng,

"Not yet."

Although there was no abnormality on Shu Tian's face, his tone could not help but be a little eager: "Then I will go back to Beijing and report to the Holy Majesty."

"Thank you." Xu Yong stood up and cupped his hands towards him. When he lowered his head, the corners of his mouth curled into a sneer.His mission has been completed, and he entered the tunnel with a soft snort.

Shu Tian rode his horse and galloped for half an hour, then got up and jumped towards a higher branch with the help of horsepower, only the sound of galloping hooves gradually faded away.

For a moment, he was indeed ready to go back, but since Ning Xiaoran had written letters, there was no need not to mention the matter of going back to Beijing to report, and the one who died was the current national teacher and a confidant of the Holy One.

Shu Tian took out a fire folder from his pocket, and confirmed again and again that this matter was indeed not mentioned in the letter, it was indeed very strange.

"Who?" A black shadow flashed under the tree, and Shu Tian glanced sharply around.Holding back his breath, he looked around motionlessly.

A light and shadow broke through the branches and leaves, and Shu Tian clearly felt a chill.

With a bang, Shu Tian's double scimitars hanging upside down on the tree branch at his waist fell to the ground due to the impact.

"Not bad, I haven't seen you for a few days, and Ning Xiaoran will lead the troops because of his skills!" Jun Heng rolled up the two knives on the ground with the tip of his sword and threw them to Shu Tian who turned over from the tree.

"Underworld Lord was joking..." Shu Tian put down the knife, and nodded to Rongli standing behind Jun Heng.

"I heard that Feng Jian died, so I came here. But—" Jun Heng looked at the direction Shu Tian came from, "I didn't see his dead soul in the underworld..."

"Then how can this be said to be dead?" Shu Tian couldn't help asking.

"So, you can't believe everything in the book of life and death!" Jun Heng shook his head, seeing Shu Tian's dull look, he didn't have any jokes, and said bluntly: "His dead soul escaped, and the errands didn't catch him."

"By the way, there is a sealed stone door in the tunnel!"

Rong Li and Jun Heng glanced at each other, each remaining silent.Feng Jian imitated Zi Xiao's practice and trained a dead soldier, but there were no ghost generals in it, and those ghost generals should all be hidden here.

It is cloudy and windy all year round, and it is located in the north by west, which also has the advantage.Last time, Shen Yilou should have escaped from here instead of dying in Hanli County.

In the end, Rong Shen was worried and let Feng Jian find the mountain gate.

Or maybe Feng Jian already knew about it?

The author has something to say:

Jun Heng: Uncle Cat's tail is not something you can touch casually!

Rongli: What do you think?

Rongli (putting the cat's scratch on himself): Let you touch it back.

Jun Heng (paws running down the back): Easy to talk, easy to talk!