The evolution history of blood and tears of the scum leader

.The moonlight is hidden in the dark night.Little bits of starlight are scattered here and there.Can't play the role of lighting at all.

"Dry weather. Watch out for candles."

The sound of watchmen running through both sides of the street.The wind roared.Leaves whirling.A ghostly black shadow flashed across the houses.Quite skillfully through the alleys and streets.Finally stopped in front of an extremely old house.

low.Broken walls.You can also see a pear tree that has lost its flowers and leaves inside the wall.The feeling of vicissitudes.Reminiscent of the bygone years.Always a little more melancholy.

On dark bricks.There are faintly different colors.The visitor's fingers touched it hesitantly.Rough dry gravel.Rubbing fingertips.Let out a sigh.

The black hem is slightly lifted.His figure flickered.Jump into the wall.He hides his figure carefully in the corner.Observed carefully.No danger.The visitor is very cautious.Not because of this emptiness.Leap out of hiding place.

The two fingers in the food are slightly flicked.A gray shadow flickered past... with a click.The stone fell into the middle of the patio.The wind blows.The visitor waited for a while.Finally walked out of the shadows with confidence.He walked in the direction of the main house familiarly.There was a slight sound of rummaging through the room.After a while.The man came out from inside, frowning slightly.In his hand was a palm-sized sealed clay pot, shaking gently.There was a ding-dong sound of water inside.And the other hand.It was a piece of yellow paper.Ink handwriting smudged.But you can still see the iron hook and silver strokes in the handwriting.You can imagine.If Fang Shukong hadn't become the so-called remnants of the Feng Dynasty.Must be a generation of great Confucianism.Instead of dying so no one knows.

"The last thing he told me. What exactly does it mean?"

self-mumbling.Jun Tianyao's eyes fell on a small soil bag under the pear tree.that up.Weeds spread.Very bleak.Look slightly dim.The dark colors are more intense there.The soil is obviously different from the surrounding color.Just to see.He guessed it.years ago.What a fierce battle it was.it's here.How much blood was spilled.Only then did the soil become discolored.

There was a long silence.Jun Tianyao put the note into his arms.Put the small clay pot down gently.leaned over.Internal power flow.A familiar and stronger internal force than before.Mimi flowing through the three Yang veins on the hand.The palms are warm.Not spit fast.Heat surged in his hands.Gently brush against the dirt bag.Like an invisible flame ignited out of thin air.There was a sting.The green grass turned to burnt yellow.into a single black.Until the weeds on those soil bags are burned out.into black embers.

He has done what he wanted to do.was about to leave.There was a click under his feet.Vaguely guessed something.

It was a rusty crossbow bolt.It was stained with blood.Suddenly, the scene where the old man asked him to go first came to mind.Even if it's just to take advantage of each other.after all.owed him.Do not hesitate any longer.turn around.A piece of wood was torn from the pear tree with one hand.The vertical palm becomes the blade.Swipe a few times and the sawdust will fly.A neat and smooth long strip of wood appears.The index finger of the right hand is pressed between the lips and teeth.Make a little effort.Hiss.Bright red blood gushed out.

I don't want to waste more blood.To refer to the pen.Swipe, swipe, swipe.A few strokes in one go.flamboyant.Impressive. 'The Tomb of the Literati Fangshu Kong'.

Pause in the lower right corner. 'Later Jin Li'.This is the capital.It is the Murong family's world.Jun Tianyao was not so naive as to write the name of Feng's survivor.The word literati is enough.The literati make promises.Be faithful.The old man spent his entire life in poverty because of the Feng family.Finally die.Maybe.Only the title of this literati.is the most suitable.

"Don't worry. I will find the answer you have been looking for all your life."

Jun Tianyao knelt down on one knee.Solemn salute.It's been a long time since.that old man.tugged at his hand.On the face eroded by the years.Full of confusion: "You will change your surname to Feng Chao. Isn't that right?"

He solemnly agreed.The old man left a sentence: "I like salty food."

Sure enough, he found the soy sauce jar that had been placed in the most conspicuous place for five or six years and had not been found.There is also a note in my arms.But on the spot, he broke the understanding he thought: "I really want to know. The treasure that has been guarded for a lifetime. Can the country be restored? If so. Why did the country die until the country was destroyed. The king never opened the treasure. If not. Our protection from generation to generation. What's the point?"

He didn't understand until now.What the old man wants is not to restore the country.Not a treasure.Maybe.Everyone is contradictory.Yu Xiaoxiang is a descendant of the Feng family.what he wants.It is not restoration.It's an extraordinary strength.Fang Shukong is the survivor who has guarded the secret all his life.Most wanted.is a truth.

"Young master. You are back."

Flash into the inn.There was joy on Hongyue's face.The expression on Jun Tianyao's face was faint.Hmm.

"The subordinates are going to prepare bath soup for you."

"Need not."

Jun Tianyao stopped him: "Have you found Yu Xiaoxiang's whereabouts?"

"Reporting to my son. The trace of that person. Since he came to the capital, he has never been found again."

"could not find it……"

Jun Tianyao repeated a sentence lightly.Look indifferent.Do not distinguish between emotions and anger.Hongyue knelt down with a slap: "I ask the lord to forgive me. This subordinate is incompetent. Today, only one of my subordinates is looking for it. There is still nothing I can do. I will contact those dark men tomorrow. I will definitely gain something."

"Didn't I say that. Am I a son now?"

Jun Tianyao flicked his sleeves.A force brushed past.Hongyue's kneeling body felt a pulling force out of thin air.dare not resist.Follow the trend.

"Son, forgive me."

"Since I only brought you alone. And I have completely eliminated his whereabouts. I just don't want to have anything to do with the god religion. This is the last reminder."

Red Moon looked slightly awe-inspiring.Bow should be.

He hesitated for a moment: "What's the latest news in Beijing?"

"No. It's a very unusual thing."

For no reason.Such an abrupt question was suddenly raised.Even Jun Tianyao himself was a little stunned.What's more, it is Hong Yue who has no defense at all.but.Just got taught a lesson.Naturally, she won't be looking for trouble again.Worry blindly.

"Biggest news."

It is clear.Hongyue has never heard of the word news.but.Thinking of what Jun Tianyao added.react to.Quickly answered: "It's a very unusual thing. The emperor found a nephew. It is said that he is the posthumous son of his dead brother Murong Zhan. He is very favored by the emperor. He enters and exits with the protection of chariots, horses and cavalry. In the palace gate. Let him You can come in and out as you like. You can enjoy dragon pattern accessories. You can also be named the king of the county."

When Hongyue talked about this gossip.There was also an involuntary expression on his face.after all.Whether noble or common people.Just know the emperor's attitude towards his nephew.Especially when both of them are unabashed.For the emperor for decades.There is only one queen.Never had a concubine.in other words.The prince born to him.All are siblings.once.Everyone thought that this was a rare couple in the royal family.It is the most desirable story.

Now.But it became a big joke.nephew.As long as it is not blind.all know.That 90.00% are illegitimate children.

"Do you know his name?"

The paleness seen in the daytime.That corner of the cold jaw.Wandering in Jun Tianyao's mind.Compared to thinking about the meaning of what Fang Shukong left behind.Compared to plotting how Yu Xiaoxiang will lure him out of the hole.He is more eager.It was just a sight.

"Of course it's called Murong..."

Red Moon blurted out.next moment.Embarrassed.She suddenly remembered.No matter how many rumors I have heard.A title for that suspected prince.Always Murong.Except for royal surnames.No one knows what his name is.No one knows when this person was recognized by the royal family.What is the name.

Jun Tianyao is not someone who pays attention to gossip news for no reason.He cares most.It is always about one's own vital interests.A flash of light flashed in my mind.Hongyue said incredulously: "Is that person..."

Jun Tianyao was distracted by her words.

"Master Jade."

After all, she was afraid to call Yu Xiaoxiang by his name all the time.After all, it has accumulated power for a long time.

Jun Tianyao rested his hand on his chin.I didn't hold back all of a sudden.Pressed on the desktop.Fortunately.I didn't hold the earthen pots I found in the old house in my hand.otherwise.It will fall apart.He didn't doubt his current mood at all.

"Yu Xiaoxiang is not so powerful."

His face was a little gloomy: "Forget it. He must have made a big move in the capital. He will not remain silent. I guess. His target is not the palace. It is the Prince Regent's Palace. In the capital, there are only these two places There will be something that attracts him."

"Find a house tomorrow. Keep it hidden. Be able to monitor the movement of these two places at any time."

Jun Tianyao swears.He no longer thinks about things that distract him.Things that make it hard for me to figure out.Think like this.What he had to do again prevailed.He ordered Hongyue's next actions in an orderly manner.

When Jun Tianyao was trying to find Yu Xiaoxiang's whereabouts.another place.Someone is talking about him too.

"How long are you going to stay here?"

The indifferent man was sullen.Stand facing the railing.Dressed in white clothes like snow.A man who flutters like a fairy under the moon.Can't wait to push him under the railing.

"I was nearly killed. Don't you ever want to know. What happened to me?"

The man turned his head.Paled face.It was even more chilling than the white clothes on his body.lip color.It's an unhealthy dark purple.Just finished speaking.He couldn't help coughing.

The man was silent for a moment.When the sadness on the man's face gradually dissipated.He said coldly: "Your ability. I know it very well. You have always been the only one who schemes against people. It's no one's turn to hurt you."

Smile sadly.Yu Xiaoxiang's eyes.It's really painful: "I'm not sorry for you. Let you treat me so wrongly."

"You have nothing to do with me."

Jimo Xuan spoke angrily.The sadness on Yu Xiaoxiang's face faded away: "I'm sorry for you. I, Yu Xiaoxiang, have been responsible to all the people in the world, but I have never hurt you in the slightest. Back then. If it wasn't for me, how could you have saved your life from your uncle's hands? .You feel your heart and ask. Am I sorry for you?"