Forced to reform [Quick Transmigration]

"Yes." Qin Rong responded with a smile, "Gentleman, don't spoil her too much, this little villain will make more progress."

"Hmph!" Qin Li turned around and made a face at her, hugged Zhao Qingyin's neck tightly, and complained: "Obviously it's my mother who is bad!"

Zhao Qingyin was sandwiched between the two, feeling a little at a loss for a moment.

Qin Rong clicked his tongue and didn't continue to waste time on private matters, "Okay, let's talk about the old days later, today I am here to solve the problems of the monarch, I wonder if His Royal Highness can let me go and see His Majesty?"

"Naturally, naturally." The prince quietly wiped away the sweat that did not exist, looked at Zhao Qingyin, saw that she had no objections, and asked someone to open the curtain, and then brought Qin Rong to the imperial bed.

The monarch is over 50 years old this year. Although he is at the age of knowing the destiny, the heavens have all kinds of mysterious means. He is also the monarch of a country and enjoys the support of the whole country. He should not be too old.But Qin Rong looked at the haggard old man on the bed, if he was said to be an octogenarian, it might be more credible than fifty.

The Floating Life Art practiced by Qin Rong is an orthodox orthodox method. Although it is not as keenly aware of the aura of demons as other Yang Lie's exercises, it can easily tell whether the aura in a person's body is pure or not.

When she got to the imperial bed, she didn't go to feel the pulse immediately, but stretched out her hand to touch her eyes, turned her purple pupils, and at a glance she could clearly see the layer of black air covering the monarch's face that was invisible to the naked eye.

"Sure enough." She murmured, stretched out her hand to touch the center of the black air, and violently surged up the black air point with one finger.

"Uh... ah..." Following the movement of the black air, the monarch suddenly let out a painful groan/groan with a distorted expression.

The voice startled the prince, he anxiously called his father twice, then looked at Qin Rong, "Fairy, fairy, what, what's going on."

"No problem." Qin Rong took the time to reply to him, pointing his fingers into claws, grabbed the black energy entrenched on the monarch's head, and then forcibly pulled it out from the monarch's body.

"The Curse of Southern Border? Interesting." Looking at the things in his hand, Qin Rong laughed.

And the moment the black air was pulled out, in a dark room of a certain house in the city, a man sitting cross-legged in meditation suddenly spewed out a mouthful of blood, he looked at the pool of blood on the ground in surprise, "Zhenjun Yuanying? How could it be, how could Zhenjun Nascent Soul come to such a small place?"

After the black air was captured, it turned into a cloud of black mist that could be seen by the naked eye. Qin Rong put the black mist in his hands and played with it, then glanced at the monarch whose face had returned to peace, "Sickness!" The source has been wiped out by me, but the losses I have received these days still need to be recuperated to make up for it, you should know how to do it."

"Yes, yes." The crown prince stepped forward to carefully check the situation of the monarch, and was relieved when he saw that he had just passed out. Then he looked at Qin Rong and the cloud of black mist in her hand, "Fairy, is this in your hand?"

"This is a spell in southern Xinjiang. It shouldn't have appeared in Dongzhou. Think about whether any suspicious monks entered Shengdu before and after the monarch fell ill."

That's all Qin Rong can mention. Now that the monarch has been cured, it's none of her business how to rest.

After the curtain came out, Qin Rong saw Zhao Qingyin carefully hugging Qin Li who was playing with her hair.Seeing Master come out, Zhao Qingyin called her, her eyes fell on the black mist in her hand, and her brows frowned.

"Why, do you know this gently?" Qin Rong didn't mind the occasion, so he asked directly.The prince, who knew that this was the root cause of his father's serious illness, followed suit.

Zhao Qingyin hummed, and said: "This is the secret technique of the Blood Crow Sect of Nanzhou. Recently, an elder defected from them, and it seems that he was found to have escaped here. The Blood Crow Sect sent a spiritual note to explain the situation, saying that it can If you catch it, help catch it, this is why I came here this time."

"Did the fairy find traces of the traitor?" The prince was a little nervous when he heard that he was a traitor from the Blood Crow Sect of the Demon Dao. Do whatever you want, if you can save your whole family today, and slaughter your entire village tomorrow, anyone who bumps into a disciple of the Demon Sect will be more nervous.

In particular, this one also attacked the King of Sheng Kingdom, obviously not with good intentions.

"Originally, we could only lock the approximate range, but with this it's different." Zhao Qingyin pointed to the things in Qin Rong's hand, and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, "Master should understand."

"You want me to help?" Qin Rong raised his eyebrows slightly, and asked with a half-smile.

"Master." Zhao Qingyin blinked, showing exactly the same expression as Qin Li.

Qin Rong retreated, "Okay, okay, it's not worrying for you to compare one by one. Little prince, if there is any big movement later, remember to deal with the aftermath." She simply didn't even have the superficial honorific .

The prince subconsciously said yes, and then saw Qin Rong pinch a formula, the black mist broke free from her palm and took her to the outside of the palace, followed by Zhao Qingyin and Qin Li.

The prince also wanted to follow, but he was just a mortal without much force, so he could only regret to give up.Thinking of Qin Rong's order just now, he asked the inner supervisor to order Jing Zhaoyin and the generals of the forbidden army to lead people to the place where the incident happened to deal with the aftermath.

and……

The prince seemed to have thought of something, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he said in a cold voice: "Pass down the order, tell Gucha who is going to assassinate the emperor with such a vicious method!"

The guards of the imperial palace are so strict, and there is an ancestor in the foundation building period guarding him, how did that person silently cast a curse on the emperor?

This room began to liquidate, and the three of Qin Rong also chased the black mist group to a private house in the city. Coincidentally, this house was only two streets away from the yard rented by Qin Rong.

"If you don't leave even if you're discovered, should you say you're a brave man or something?" Qin Rong stood above the courtyard, crossing his chest and said with a half-smile.

As soon as her words fell, a black mist rose in the courtyard, and at the same time a hoarse male voice sounded, "Hey hey hey, are you trying to meddle in your own business?"

"Cultivators are not allowed to attack mortals at will, and you must know it."

"So what, your orthodox regulations can still control my magic cultivator?" The male voice replied disdainfully.

"I can't control it." Qin Rong laughed, and waved his hand, and several long swords with cold light suddenly appeared behind him, "But I can kill you."

"Boy, I will teach you a little bit now."

"If you don't have the skills, don't be a demon in other people's territory!"

The sword light flashed, the sword shadows were chaotic, and the sword chant like a dragon.

This is, Sword Formation—Meteor Falling.