Has Marquis Anping been beaten today?

Zhou Bingbing walked in a hurry, the sapphire crown on his head was also crumbling, and most of the neat clothes on his body were opened.If it weren't for the look of seeing a ghost on his face and the scars on his cheeks, people would think without hesitation that he just got up from the gentle village.

"Meinianda's corpse suddenly turned into a dead body. Several guards have been injured, even Baiyunquan's disciples were injured." Zhou Bingbing held the door frame with one hand and panted heavily, his Adam's apple was throbbing with difficulty, and his voice trembled, " Please...Please ask the prince to go and have a look."

"Let's go!" Jiang Jingyun's complexion changed suddenly, and he raised his foot and walked towards the prison.

"Qinghe, wait for me here first, I'll be right back." Xie Fan followed Jiang Jingyun's footsteps and said to Shen Qinghe without looking back.

Outside the Mingjing Prison, several jailers guarding the door lay in disorder on the ground, their faces distorted by the pain, and painful groans came from their mouths.

Zhou Bingbing touched the bleeding wound on his face with lingering fear, his legs were a little weak, and his steps slowed down.

Jiang Jingyun caught a glimpse of Zhou Bingbing's movements from the corner of his eye, and made a disdainful voice from the tip of his nose. Star-like silver light flashed across his palm, and then he turned his head and squinted at the left side of his eyes. His eyes darkened, and he walked away carrying Frost Snow. went in.

Xie An no longer hid, rushed up quickly, and Zhou Bingbing was dumbfounded, why did Marquis Anping follow?

After entering the prison, Xie Yan really saw what it means to have nowhere to stay.In comparison, Jiang Jingyun's house full of sawdust is nothing at all. After all, he can still open a path with a light push of his foot. It may not be possible to shovel a way.

All kinds of damaged talisman papers were scattered on the ground, the tables and chairs were torn apart, and the iron nails glowing with cold light stood upright.A three-storey blue bird candlestick held the prison door made of black iron on both sides of the road, dividing the prison entrance and the prison into two halves.

Jiang Jingyun paused, instilled spiritual power in his palm, the frost and snow rustled, and silver light rose from the ground, like a potential dragon leaping into the abyss, with scales and claws flying, roaring towards him, and the thing blocking the way in front of him immediately turned into powder, and lay dying. on the ground.

So brutal!It's brutal!

Xie Yan couldn't help but gasped, and subconsciously touched his neck, if it hit his head, he probably wouldn't even bleed a drop.

"You want to try too?" Jiang Jingyun rolled his eyes and thanked him.

"Huh?" Xie Han was taken aback for a moment, then looked at the dragon stone pillar blocking him, was it discovered?

"Follow if you don't want to." Jiang Jingyun withdrew his gaze and continued walking forward.

That being the case, Xie Yan no longer hid in hiding, and followed Jiang Jingyun dignifiedly, watching his slightly weird walking posture, suddenly thinking of his injuries, his breathing became a little disordered, and he pursed his lips: "I'm sorry."

Jiang Jingyun paused, without turning his head, curling up his fingers hanging by his side slightly.

"I'm sorry for what you said just now." Xie Fan thought for a while, then continued, his nose was a little sore, and he said in a hoarse voice, "I'm just afraid, Qinghe's leg was broken, and it didn't take long to connect it, Chen Wuji Be more careful. He is kind to me and treats me like family. I am afraid that something will happen to him."

"I'm sorry, Second Brother." Xie Fan didn't know why, looking at Jiang Jingyun's lonely figure half hidden in the black, his heart hurt so badly, and he had the urge to cry, "I was wrong."

"No, let's go." After a long time, Jiang Jingyun closed his eyes and sighed softly, "It's dark here."

"Okay." Xie Yan wiped his eyes, ran to Jiang Jingyun, subconsciously blocked him, "It's too dark inside, second brother, follow me."

Jiang Jingyun's eyelashes trembled slightly, he retracted the fire talisman he was about to ignite, his eyes rolled a few times, and he replied in a low voice: "Okay."

Xie Fan's heart that had wandered on the edge of the cliff for countless times finally returned to its original position, and the clenched fists were slowly loosened, and the inside was already soaked in hot sweat.

After wiping his hands on his clothes repeatedly, he hesitated for a moment, pretending to hold Jiang Jingyun's hand as if nothing had happened, but his cheeks were involuntarily hot, he stammered, and said flatteringly, "Second brother, ... The road here should be difficult, I... I will lead you along."

Jiang Jingyun was slightly stunned, and looked down at the hands held by the two of them. He could walk the road in this prison with his eyes closed, and he knew the road ahead by heart, but the words that came to his mouth seemed to be glued to his mouth. In a ball, his Adam's apple was throbbing, and he couldn't utter a single word.

Jiang Jingyun was silent for a moment, and replied in a low voice: "Okay."

Xie Yan breathed a sigh of relief, the corners of his mouth hidden in the dark were slowly pulled up, his dark eyes were like pearls that had just been wiped, as bright as day.

After twisting and turning, he finally reached the inside of the prison, and Xie Yan was shocked again.

"You bastard, you dare to bump into your grandfather and me, you're out of order!" Chen Wuji shoved Mei Nianda in the corner, put his foot on his shoulder, and followed the monk with a sword in the other. It tick-tocked on his head like a wooden fish.

"You still dare to call? Huh? Look at these uncles whose noses and faces are bruised and swollen by you. Tell me about yourself. Is there anyone like you who is a nephew?"

Xie Yan: "..."

This man will really take advantage.

Mei Nianda's complexion was blue, with only the whites of his eyes, sharp fangs growing out of his mouth, his hair was blue and yellow, like weeds kissed by the autumn wind, and the clothes on his body were torn and tattered, anyway, it should be covered None covered.

Mei Nianda, who was knocked dozens of times by Chen Wuji, yelled again, almost breaking free from the leg on his shoulder.

"Damn it! Come again!" Chen Wuji cursed in a low voice, picked up the sword and hit him on the head several times, knocking him down a few inches abruptly.

"If you are good, grandpa can make you look good, but you are so unfilial. I don't bother to recognize you, grandpa. You should dig a hole for yourself."

"Wuuuuuu." Mei Nianda yelled vaguely, as if protesting against Chen Wuji's words.

Chen Wuji widened his eyes and was about to clean up the things again, but was interrupted by Jiang Jingyun who came in.

"Chen Pharmacist." Jiang Jingyun said.

Chen Wuji curled his lips, turned his head to look at Jiang Jingyun, then at Xie Fan, and finally fixed his eyes on the hands held by the two, his complexion changed a little, and he muttered: "People are so complicated now."

"Hey, I'll give it back to you." Chen Wuji took back the leg that had been lifted for a long time, leaned slightly and beat the sore leg.

Xie Yan looked at Mei Nianda intently, and suddenly caught a flash of green light in his eyes, his breathing was slightly stagnant, his mind was blank, he let go of Jiang Jingyun's hand, and walked forward in a mysterious manner.

"Thank you!" Jiang Jingyun grabbed Xie Fan with his backhand and shouted at him, "Are you blind? You like such an ugly zombie?"

Xie Fan woke up suddenly, looked at Mei Nianda suddenly, his voice suddenly raised, full of horror: "It's not a corpse change!"

"Second brother, it's not a corpse change! It's a flower art!"

The so-called Nianhuashu is an ancient sorcery.

According to legend, it was Wei Chen, the demon king of the ancient demon race, who created this technique for his master. He borrowed a flower called ghost fluttering butterfly that bloomed in the southern barbarians. It grew in the land of corpse mountains and blood seas. Dead souls are bait.

After it is in full bloom, take its flowers and give it to the human body. Regardless of life or death, it is like a puppet caught by a thread. It can be used to paint the ground, say what it says, do what it thinks, until it dies.

The art of picking flowers consumes the most energy, and every throw of a flower needs to rely on the spiritual power of the owner. Therefore, the art of picking flowers requires the person to have a strong cultivation base and a firm mind, otherwise the slightest mistake will cause the owner to suffer backlash.

Xie Yan once saw with his own eyes a casual cultivator in the folk who revived his dead wife with the technique of picking flowers.

The casual cultivator regretted it when he found out about it, and wanted him to rest in peace, but unexpectedly, his wife ran away violently, and immediately opened his intestines and swallowed him whole. Fortunately, a passing priest gave him Subdue.But this matter has been engraved in Xie Fan's mind, and he will never forget it.

Mei Nianda seemed to feel the fear of Xie Fan, the corners of her mouth slowly opened, she slowly stood up, her eyeballs rolled, she slowly opened her mouth, and babbled and sang: "Until now, who is holding on to flowers and branches? Whoever drinks a glass of wine laughs and holds them. But when flowers meet wine, the sky only sings and presents itself.”

After Mei Nianda sang the song, he saluted Xie Wen with his stiff limbs in a funny way: "The Marquis of Anping is really well-informed."

"Yo, it's strange, he can speak even after his tongue is cut off?" Chen Wuji raised his eyebrows in surprise, "This grandson is also lucky, not only won the favor of King Wei, he can also sing and dance after death. "

"It's the skill of offering words." A trace of disgust flashed in Jiang Jingyun's eyes.

The art of dedicating words is often aimed at those who are unable to speak due to serious illness or who cannot give their last words when they are dying.There is a folk saying that if you fail to leave a last word before you die, you will not be able to rest in peace, and you will be turned into a ghost and a disaster for your descendants, which is unknown.In order to resolve his obsessions during his lifetime, the relatives of the descendants use the art of offering words through their blood relatives to allow them to speak freely.

Later, it evolved that blood relatives are not required.

The most important point is that the devotion technique must cut off the tongue of the person who dedicates the speech.Exchange me for you, please give me a salary.

"Since that man can control Mei Nianda with the flower-picking technique, he must have his own purpose, so why would he cut off his tongue before using the speech-presenting technique." Xie Wen thought for a while and felt something was wrong, "This is a big deal. Isn't it more troublesome?"

"Who said this is a crime committed by one person?" Chen Wuji clicked his tongue, and slowly analyzed, "Perhaps the person who killed Mei Nianda and cut off his tongue is not the same person who manipulated the flower art."

"Usually when someone kills someone and cuts off their tongue, even if the person's soul is summoned back, they can't speak because they don't have a tongue. To put it bluntly, they are useless and useless."

"As for the others... I can't say any more. I'm just an ordinary pharmacist. Although I have unique skills, I still have to do my job well."

"Second brother, others always say 'pregnant with Liujia'. Could it be that Chen Yaoshi's pregnancy is different from others?" Xie Fan displayed his eagerness to ask questions when he didn't understand, and looked at Jiang Jingyun suspiciously.

Jiang Jingyun: "..."

Chen Wuji: "..."

Damn, illiterate!

Just when Chen Wuji couldn't hold back his ready-to-use saber, Mei Nianda spoke again, this time he said what he hadn't finished speaking, with a straight line, just like self-reporting his family in the Palace of the King of Hell: "I am Yongzhou Inspector Mei Nianda, at the age of fifty-one, has a mediocre life and has not had a great order. However, he was in a daze for a while and helped the king to abuse him. He was private with the king of Wei in the year of Bingshen last year."

The sound stopped abruptly, and Mei Nianda turned into a little bit of golden light, bringing a brief light in the dark place, and then the curtain was completely closed and returned to silence.

The author has something to say:

Tell me about your favorite question.

Jiang Jingyun: Am I fierce?

Xie Yan: Am I scumbag?

Thank you: Is it really not good-looking to wear flowers?

Shen Qinghe: Am I really green tea?

Chen Wuji: Can I get out of the order?

Mei Nianda: Am I just getting the boxed lunch?

He Kele: The one upstairs, you've lived quite a few episodes, you should be satisfied.

Another: "Up to now, whoever holds the flowers and branches together, whoever drinks the wine and laughs. But when the flowers meet the wine, the sky will only sing and send it." From Yang Wujiu's "Rui He Xian"