Live broadcast: The female heavenly master slays demons and protects the Tao in the power plot

Raindrops hit the surface of the armor, and the jingling sounds were connected in the dark night. The lightning illuminated the expressionless faces of these people. Without exception, they were all City Gate Army, but they were not the real City Gate Army.

The bell has just sounded.

This ancient capital that had been peaceful for decades was boiling again. Lights came one after another, dispelling the darkness but unable to drive away people's fear.

Zhanying, dead!

The monarch of Daqian is gone!

Things are about to change.

Or you can say this:

From the day when certain variables took hold under the sun, the gears of this virtual dynasty have been irreversibly deflected.

Admiral Ouyang Tao of the Nine Sects stood behind these unfamiliar subordinates, with suppressed anger condensed in his dark eyes. He gritted his teeth and said, "I, there is no need to go, right?"

One of the fairest and most handsome soldiers raised the corners of his mouth, as if he had heard something funny.

"Master Ouyang, what you said is wrong. We have been ordered to come here and be sent by you to invite the adults from various provinces to enter the palace to see off His Majesty."

"Without your presence, Mr. Ouyang, if we speak, others won't listen."

This young man has a pale face and no beard, a smooth throat, and a low and slow drawl. He is obviously a eunuch from the palace.

The clothes of the city gate army were put on him, loose and shapeless.

Ouyang Tao hated eunuchs the most in his life, especially now.

He tightened his grip on the handle of the knife, not to pull out the knife and make a violent move. On the contrary, it was to restrain himself in order not to kill anyone.

The young man took out half a handkerchief from his sleeve, which was pink and embroidered with the owner's name.

His fingertips brushed over the beautiful small characters, and he smiled meaningfully at Ouyang Tao.

The threat was all in silence.

The personal belongings that his precious daughter never left were in the hands of others. Thinking of his missing daughter, Ouyang Tao could only obey.

"set off!"

There were gradually more people running on the street.

They ignored the curfew regulations, but the patrolling soldiers turned a blind eye.

Because there are too many houses in Kyoto, they need this group of messengers to deliver the officials who should appear to the nobles.

The night got darker and the noise started to grow.

A mournful cry appeared from nowhere, awakening the person who had just fallen asleep, and more cries rushed to join in.

It was less than an hour before the bell rang, and the city seemed to be unable to contain their deep sorrow.

Some people are crying for His Majesty who died young, some are crying for the people who have lost their leaders, and some are crying for the next day that has yet to come... In fact, everyone knows in their hearts that they are clearly crying for themselves.

The sound of wind, rain, and crying.

A big drama is about to begin.

……

At the same time, the palace was eerily quiet.

It's not that the silence itself is scary, but the silence that is the same as every night is terrifying.

Even though they knew that a heavyweight had died in the palace, there was no commotion. What is revealed is control, order, and a terrifying force that defends order.

This force usually only secretly competes with the imperial power.

With the death of Zhanying, it suddenly lost its opponent, bared its fangs in the darkness, and even jumped onto the table to look around wantonly, challenging the bottom line of everyone in the game.

The owner of this power did not blink at this moment, staring closely at the slender figure in front of the dragon bed.

Du Manzhi could feel the burning gaze behind her, and the old trees were blooming. Once a man who had never had feelings for a man and a woman became serious, sometimes she couldn't handle it.

She was helpless: "Don't keep staring at me, I will be distracted."

Wei Chenfeng responded in a dull voice and cast his eyes out the window. With his extraordinary eyesight, he had already seen three or two people in official uniforms rushing towards him.

He put his fingers to his lips and blew a few notes.

The Xichang spies outside the window understood what was going on. Soon, several eunuchs passed by and stopped the officials on the other side of the Baiyu Bridge.

There was a thin layer of sweat on Du Manzhi's face. The moment Zhanying's life stopped, the dragon energy that had been blocked by her surged out crazily like a wild horse that had escaped the reins.

And she was busy sealing it a second time to contain the dragon energy.

She had to do this herself, and Wei Chenfeng was not needed.

She found Wei Chenfeng to protect her.

If an evil spirit came in while she was concentrating on gathering the dragon energy, and opened her mouth, she wouldn't be able to deal with it together.

Wei Chenfeng watched the golden mist scurrying around her. They turned into vivid golden dragons and circled around her arms, neck, legs...

The dissatisfaction in the man's eyes gradually grew stronger.

Du Manzhi originally had her long hair tied up on top of her head, which he had personally tied into the girl's hairpin, but it was knocked over by these stupid things, like ink-stained rags, one here and one there.

Wei Chenfeng's face completely darkened.

He is different from his elder brother Wei Jingchuan, who is just ordinary. For the first direct grandson, the Wei family wants to cultivate a handsome gentleman with all-around skills.

Wei Chenfeng received a stick education since he was a child.

If you don't obey, just give him a beating.

If you don't study hard, you'll get beaten more often.

Faced with Long Qi who couldn't listen to other people's words, he gradually had only one thought left in his mind:

Can I be beaten?

Du Manzhi didn't even look back. Sensing the evil aura, she immediately guessed Wei Chenfeng's thoughts and said in time: "I can't stand the beating. Just calm down. I'll play with them for a while and it's over."

Wei Chenfeng hesitated before telling the truth: "They don't seem to want to play with you."

More than just don’t want to.

She used to seal them before, but now that the seal is gone, she refuses to let them go and grabs their dragon tails with the spirit rope.

The little golden dragons are like puppies tied at the door. They seem to be jumping vigorously, but in fact, their range of activities cannot exceed the leash.

Long Qi has been tortured by her until now. If he could speak, he would probably cry loudly and beg the strange aunt to stay away from them.

Du Manzhi tried various containers and found that the container used to hold the water from the Lingchi Pond last time was the most suitable.

She grabbed a small golden dragon and stuffed it into the container.

After pretending like this for more than thirty times, she was already tired and her movements slowed down.

Wei Chenfeng gradually realized something was wrong: "Have you noticed that they only run in one direction?"

Du Manzhi was stunned for a moment: "Yes."

She poked the horn of one of the little golden dragons, "Why do you want to go there?"

The little golden dragon opened its mouth angrily and bit her.

Du Manzhi refused to hide or evade.

The moment the dragon tooth touched the finger, the little golden dragon turned back into a mist, passing through the finger before re-condensing into a little dragon. The dragon spirit is the guardian spirit of Daqian, and it cannot harm the people of Daqian in this land.

The little golden dragon puffed up his cheeks and said, "I'm even more angry!"

Du Manzhi smiled: "He's not big, but he has quite a temper. If you don't tell me, then I'll find out if I go and see for myself."

She had put away the main body of the dragon energy, and there were still a dozen small golden dragons as thick as a rolling pin outside. They were forced to fly around her, and soon they arrived at an abandoned palace.

"This is……"

Wei Chenfeng announced the name of the palace and added: "The place where spirits rest."

Du Manzhi was puzzled: "But Zhanying's body is still in the Yangxin Hall."

Looking past the dozing guard in front of the door, she saw a corner of a huge coffin peeking out of the main hall.

That was an emperor-level burial specification.

Zhanying hasn't entered the coffin yet. Whose spirit is parked here?