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The trombone mourns and joys duet, and the drums roar to the nine heavens.

The banners trembled under the gale. Beihan was wearing a black crown robe, holding the ashes of a generation of owl king Beihanmo with both hands, and slowly climbed up the steps to the priest's altar pretending to be dignified.

With a dignified and dignified face, Fan Moya leisurely stretched out his white hands with well-defined joints, and took over the ashes urn that Bei Hanjian secretly handed over in a hurry.

Under the sacrificial stage, the common people knelt on the ground in unison, with heavy faces, mourning the untimely death of a generation of founding emperor Bei Hanmo. Tens of thousands of wailing wailed across the sky and hit the sky.

"Holy Son, you must do a good job of saving Brother Wang so that he can ascend the lotus path early." Bei Hanjian took his hand, sobbing and pleading, but there was not a single tear in his eyes, and he was extremely hypocritical.

Fan Moya is obsessed with cleanliness and doesn't like to touch people. Bei Hanjian has violated his great taboo, but he is very well-bred, and he doesn't easily show his likes and dislikes to others.

"Don't worry, Your Majesty." Fan Moya lowered his eyes slightly, covering his eyes full of contempt and disgust, brushed his hand away unhurriedly, and responded slowly.

Fan Moya handed over the urn to the believer, took the divine water entrusted by his subordinates, lightly twisted a white feather to dip it in the divine water, and sprinkled it on the white jade urn.

He took the lead, reciting the lotus mantra of rebirth, and behind him were five hundred boys and girls with good looks and clean looks, with clear and clean child voices, which were gentle and gentle, as if they were being received by the lotus god from the nine heavens.

Han Qing was infected by this sacred atmosphere, and it was rare to listen to it quietly. This divine sound purifies the heart and washes away the sins of the world.

Han Qing looked up at the young man standing tall on the priest, representing holiness and divinity, his eyes could not help but think deeply, is there really a god in this world?

If there is, why do you watch the common people in the mud of the world of mortals with cold eyes, constantly sinking and losing themselves.

A soul rendition ended with the exit of boys and girls.

"The reincarnation of life and death, the alternation of the old and the new, is a common occurrence in the world. Only by believing in the God of Black Lotus and being a faithful and kind believer can we get rid of the reincarnation of life and death and enter the supreme lotus to obtain eternal life.

The former king, Beihanmo, was a loyal believer. He broadcast the lotus way, sincerely served the gods, worked diligently as a king in the world, and benefited the people.

The world needs a new king to take his place. According to the decree of the gods, Beihanjian, the second prince of Beihan, was specially appointed as the new king of Beihan Kingdom, hoping to do good to others. "

Fan Moya represented God on the top, and he spoke in a decent manner, Han Qing couldn't help sniffling, and said to himself: You are really a liar and a son of God, let's see if I don't expose your false face today.

Fan Moya handed the scepter to Bei Hanjian, just picked up the crown, and was about to put it on his head.

"Stop! Beihanjian, you can't be the king today." A discordant voice suddenly appeared at the scene, it was a young man in his twenties, and it seemed that his posture was here to make trouble.

As soon as this remark came out, everyone in the audience was shocked. Someone recognized him as the soldier who rode the same horse with the princess.

Bei Hanjian's enthronement was ruined, and his complexion became very bad. He stared at the young man below, and asked angrily, "Who are you?"

Fan Moya watched the fire from the other side, quietly looking at Han Qing under the human skin mask, thinking secretly in his heart, trying to figure out his intentions.

Han Qing is not a good stubble, he can lose skin without dying in a fight with him, it is obvious that he came prepared with this posture.

Sure enough, the next moment, Han Qing went on to say:

"I am the holy envoy sent by the God of Lotus to impart the will of heaven. A few days ago, King Han Beihanmo came to the throne to cry out his grievances. The murderer who assassinated him was not Han Qing, the son-in-law, but Beihanjian, the second younger brother of a compatriot. the truth."

In the square, the people bowed their heads and discussed one after another. Bei Hanjian was startled secretly, and his heart began to panic, but he was also a person who had seen big scenes, so he quickly calmed down.

Apart from him, only one person knew about his assassination of elder brother.

"You are Han Qing, come and catch him!" Bei Hanjian immediately judged his origin.

He had heard privately that Han Qing learned strange skills from somewhere, and could change his appearance, but his appearance was easy to change, his voice was disguised, and his beauty was concealed, but what was exuded in his bones could be hidden.

Seeing that she was recognized by him so quickly, Han Qing simply didn't bother to continue to pretend. She covered her sleeves and uncovered her face, and a beautiful cheek appeared in everyone's eyes.

"Bei Hanjian, are you afraid that I will reveal the truth, so you can't wait to erase the evidence of your regicide?

It's a pity that your wish came to nothing, today I am here to fix you, not you to fix me.All the generals obeyed and surrounded those two traitors! "Han Qing took out the emperor's order from her arms, with a solemn face, and raised her hand to command mightily.

The cavalry stepped out to surround the altar, Bei Hanjian panicked, opened his hands, and shouted in a broken voice: "You arrested the wrong person, you should arrest him!"

Bei Hanjing stepped forward and stood beside Han Qing, fighting side by side with him, and said, "Second brother, don't be obsessed. If you plead guilty now, I can plead for you and ask elder brother to spare your life."

"Hmph, there's no way to trick me into admitting it!" Beihan Jianxin said.

"Sister, you keep saying that I killed elder brother, you have the ability to produce evidence!

Without definite evidence, the people present will not agree to vassalizing Beihan traitors indiscriminately and wronging good people, will they? "

Bei Hanjian insisted that they couldn't produce any evidence, refused to admit the crime, and incited public opinion without fear.

"Jing, why do you bother to persuade him? He won't cry until he sees the coffin, and he won't die until he sees the Yellow River. Come, let's get the evidence." Han Qing stopped Bei Hanjing from continuing to persuade him, and her thin lips curled into a strange smile. Smile.

The army is uniform, changing from one column to two rows, making way for the middle.

The audience was silent, and the people were waiting eagerly, the people behind the army.

Beihanjian's complexion changed immediately when he saw a serious man approaching from a distance, with vigorous steps and a majestic figure, and retreated in panic, pointing to the silent Beihanmo and said: "He is not my brother Wang, he has long been Killed by you, he must be someone you asked to pretend to be."

"Beihanmo, your second brother doesn't seem to believe that you are real!" Han Qing said jokingly, turning her head back.

Bei Hanmo secretly gouged out his eyes, and Han Qing, who was about to watch the fun, said coldly: "Second brother, as long as you obediently admit your mistake, I can spare your family a life for the sake of family affection."

"You're not real. Beihanmo is already dead. You've learned so well from Beihanmo. See if I don't tear up my fake face." Mo Mian pinched, pulling his face hard.

"Your mask is still really sticky, I tear it off, I tear it off..." Bei Hanjian was amazed at the skin under his hand, it felt real to the touch, he gritted his teeth and pulled hard.

Bei Hanmo was hurt by him, his bushy eyebrows frowned slightly, and a crack opened on Bingshan's face, revealing the anger he held back underneath.

Han Qing draped Bei Hanjing's shoulders, watching Bing Cuang's face being abused sympathetically, covering her belly and laughing, trembling, gloating.

"I still don't believe it, I'm going to cut your face off with a knife." Bei Hanjian couldn't tear off the impostor's face, cold sweat grew on his forehead, and impulsively pulled out the short knife at his waist.

"Beihanjian, stop making trouble!" Beihanmo grabbed his wrist violently, and said furiously, the knife in Beihanjian's hand fell to the ground violently, bursting out with metallic silent anger.

"Even angry is so like him, if I hadn't seen him die in front of me, I would have believed you were him, hehehe."

Beihanjian pulled out the tiger's beard on Beihanmo's chin without fear of death, held it up in front of his eyes, and laughed mockingly.

Bei Hanmo blew off the beard in his hand, turned his head and asked Han Qing innocently: "Han Qing, you really took great pains to deal with me.

Where did you find the fake one? This ice-cube strength really looks ninety-nine percent like it. "

Han Qing felt that he was about to burst out laughing, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and said sympathetically, "Bei Hanjian, this is really your elder brother Bei Hanmo, you saw that he was stabbed, and even stabbed him twice. He's the best brother in the world."

"How is it possible, I saw him die with my own eyes, how could it be possible to use the corpse to repay the sun?" Bei Hanjian couldn't believe it, and he refused to believe it.

"Hey, I think you have such a stupid brain, I'm afraid you won't be able to figure out the tricks in it even if you die. Seeing that your death is approaching, I'd better be a good person and let you die to understand."

Han Qing put away the appearance of leaning on Bei Hanjing, took out a pill from her bosom, and introduced with a sly smile: "The name of the pill in my hand is called "Ghost Upper Body", as long as you take it , You can fake death for three days and three nights, not to mention the cessation of breathing and pulse, even the body will gradually stiffen like a dead person.

The only disadvantage of this medicine is that it cannot be taken continuously. The person concerned will lose his will after taking the medicine, and he may really fall asleep if no one wakes him up.

So, I stole the corpse of Bei Hanmo, who died in a suspended animation.

I don't understand, this is a way to confuse the enemy, why do you come to make a fool of yourself with such a low IQ.By the way, whose ashes are in your urn? "

Han Qing said that Bei Hanjing's exaggerated performance next to her was a spoof of Bei Hanjian's IQ.

Han Qing jumped onto the sacrificial altar, grabbed the urn, sat down on the sacrificial altar, played playfully back and forth in his hands, and raised his eyebrows to ask.

"No, it's impossible. Bei Hanmo was stabbed to death. With those two deadly knives, let alone swallowing the upper body of the ghost, even if he swallowed the life-saving elixir, he couldn't be saved. He can't be alive!"

Beihanjian always firmly believed that he killed Beihanmo, grasped the truth, and counterattacked.

"Oh, let me ask you, you killed your elder brother, but this knife?" Han Qing asked, drawing a short knife from his waist, flicking the sharp sword with his fingers.

Bei Hanjian did not speak and acquiesced.

"Come on, kill me again." Han Qing stretched out his arms again, used lightness kung fu to come to Beihan's gym, put the short knife in his hand, and instigated him very meanly.

Bei Hanjian didn't make a move, Han Qing held his hand, tilted his head and said mockingly: "Why, you killed people so happily that day, why don't you dare today? You have the ability to kill me!"

"Pfft... you actually killed me." Han Qing looked at him in astonishment, Bei Hanjian pulled out the knife neatly, made another knife sharply, and twisted the knife in his stomach.

"Jumping beam clown." Bei Hanjian shook the blood in his hand with disdain.

Han Qing spat out a blood donation from the corner of his mouth, his teasing expression froze on his face, he covered the blood donation that kept rushing in his stomach, pointed at Bei Hanjian with a gloomy face, and fell to the ground unwillingly.

There was an uproar in the square, and everyone stood up one after another, bowing their heads and whispering.

The Beihanjing siblings and the others watched Han Qing courting death calmly, they were already tired of playing with this fake death knife.

A few seconds later, Han Qing, who was supposed to be dead, stood up again with a smile on his face, pulled out the dagger in his belly, played with it flexibly in his fingers, and used his fingers to pull out the retractable bloody sword.

Bei Hanjian looked at Han Qing who had been resurrected from the dead, and took a few steps back in fright.

Han Qing said contemptuously: "Bei Hanjian, now you understand."

"Impossible, even if you make a fuss with the knife, the feeling of cutting flesh cannot be imitated." Bei Hanjian kept backing away, shaking his head and rejecting the truth.

"Hey, why are you so stupid! Even if you can become an emperor with your IQ, you would have been played to death a long time ago. Today I will send the Buddha to the West and tell you what's going on."

Han Qing showed the disappointed expression of a child who can't be taught, and untied his belt, and there was a circle of fresh meat tied around his waist.

This has been a trap from the beginning to the end, a trap specifically aimed at him, the winner is the king, and the loser is the bandit.

Bei Hanjian was laughing crazily, and was subdued on the ground by the bodyguard who jumped up from the bee chrysalis, and his unbridled laughter stopped abruptly under the waving sharp knife.

Han Qing!I don't accept it, let's fight again in the next life.

Bei Hanjing closed her eyes regretfully, and she tried her best to persuade her second brother's eyes that were dying.

The eldest brother had promised her that if he could persuade the second brother to plead guilty before the evidence could be produced, he would be pardoned for his capital crime, but it was a pity that the second brother missed it.

"Damn it! Where's Fan Moya?" Bei Hanjian's head had just landed, and Han Qing wanted to find him a companion, but suddenly found that Fan Moya had mysteriously disappeared at some point, and stomped angrily.

"Fan Moya, you can escape the first day of the junior high school, but you can't escape the fifteenth day. Come here! I will immediately arrest the Holy Father and the Holy Mother with me..."

Big filial son, I'm just looking at you, can your parents protect you this time!

Han Qing put on a black ghost mask to cover his distorted handsome face under the mask. At this moment in his fine eyes, he was extremely vicious. It was the murderous look of a poisonous tiger preparing to harvest its prey.