It's just a game, why did you dig up my grave?

They exchanged simple greetings for a while.

Under the respectful greetings of everyone, the spiritual imprints of Qin Qiong and Yuchi Jingde returned to their respective weapons.

He was carried out by soldiers and sent to a tightly guarded warehouse.

Secretary Qin took the Taoist people to their dormitory.

Chu Xuan and Liu Qingye also said goodbye and left.

Xiao Yunting stayed alone in the office, his eyes flickering, wondering what he was thinking.

Wait for Secretary Qin to come back after sending people off.

The man suddenly spoke.

"Pay attention to Chu Xuan in the future."

"Commander, you are doubting him..."

"It's never wrong to be careful."

Xiao Yunting said lightly.

"Qin Qiong's reaction is so wrong."

"Yes!"

. . .

In the evening, when Chu Xuan and Liu Qingye were discussing who to discuss first tomorrow.

There was a sudden knock on the dormitory window.

Chu Xuan stood up from the bed as if nothing had happened.

Yes, Liu Qingye, who has always been victorious in guessing games, lost again today.

Opening the curtains, a big bearded face appeared outside the window.

"Hey, Master Xuanzang, it's me, Yuchi Jingde."

The big-faced owner laughed.

"Well, I'm dazzled."

Chu Xuan closed the curtains expressionlessly.

"Hey, master, I got here with great difficulty, don't be so heartless."

Yuchi Jingde shouted outside the window.

Chu Xuan had no choice but to return.

"Why are you so loud? Others can't hear you?"

"Hey, don't worry, Master.

I am just a spiritual imprint now. I don’t want anyone to see me and no one can see me.

Neither does monitoring. "

"you sure?"

"of course."

"come in."

Chu Xuan opened the window, and Yuchi Jingde jumped in from the window.

He was also carrying a black plastic bag in his hand.

As soon as he came in, he saw Liu Qingye staring at him curiously.

His bell-like eyes widened even more.

"Hey, aren't you Liu Qingye, the rebel from Longhu Mountain?

When I said I was in Commander Xiao's office, I still felt a familiar atmosphere.

I didn’t expect it was you! "

"How to talk."

The girl suddenly became dissatisfied.

"It's Liu Qingye, the founder of the Sword Sect, okay?

Besides, old man, I left your spiritual imprint for you.

I've gone too far for being such a cricket. "

Yuchi Jingde didn't pay attention to the girl's words.

Instead, he looked at the bed in the bedroom in even greater shock.

Then look at Chu Xuan.

Look at the bed again.

"Master, have you returned to secular life?"

“Xuan Zang is Xuanzang, and Chu Xuan is Chu Xuan.

What does Xuanzang’s becoming a monk have to do with me, Chu Xuan? "

Yuchi Jingde blinked.

A confused look on his face.

After thinking about it for a while, I just gave up without figuring it out.

Chu Xuan ignored him.

He turned around and checked whether the window was closed tightly before asking curiously.

"How did you get out? Someone injected spiritual power into you at night?"

"No, those of us who have the remaining imprints of spiritual power can move freely even without external spiritual power as long as we leave Lingyan Pavilion.

It just consumes the source.

Haven't seen this for a long time.

Come and chat with the master about old times. "

Yuchi Jingde sat cross-legged on the ground.

He opened the black plastic bag in his hand, revealing a bag full of cans of beer.

Pull the tab skillfully.

It looked like he had drank it more than once.

"So I stole some wine from the base warehouse and thought about drinking some with the master.

That guy Lao Qin didn't come over because he was afraid that it would affect the master's rest.

But don’t tell me, the drinks in a thousand years will be much better than in my time. "

"How did you recognize me?"

Chu Xuan sat cross-legged next to the big man.

Liu Qingye also came over.

The two of them each listened.

"This is not simple. Everyone's soul aura, the spiritual imprint you call it, is different.

Very easy to distinguish.

I had doubts the day you arrived, but I didn't expect it to be true.

To be honest, I thought I would never see the master again. "

Yuchi Jingde raised his beer.

"Master, I toast you.

I, Yuchi, have a stupid mouth and am not as good at saying nice things as Lao Qin.

It's all in the wine. "

"Easy to say."

Chu Xuan clinked glasses with him.

The big man raised his head and the beer quickly went into his stomach.

Although his body is translucent, his internal organs cannot be seen from the outside.

Chu Xuan also drank it all in one gulp.

"General Yuchi, you all come out, Your Majesty..."

"I died early, so I don't know very well.

When I was in Lingyan Pavilion, I couldn't get out.

If you have a chance, you can ask some of the people who died late. "

"Who dies later?"

"I died long before I knew it."

Chu Xuan:. . .

"wrong."

Just then Liu Qingye suddenly interrupted.

"You died nine years after Li Shimin died.

How could you not know?

You old man is not serious. "

Seeing that he was exposed, Yuchi Jingde's face turned red.

"Hey, I forgot there is another person.

Master, don’t blame me. Your Majesty won’t let you talk about the issue of the imperial mausoleum. "

"Yes, I understand."

Chu Xuan nodded.

This kind of thing has been taboo in all dynasties, and most officials would avoid talking about it.

What's more, Yuchi Jingde was loyal to Li Shimin.

"But I want to know. The general mentioned the word 'Lingyan Pavilion' twice just now.

Did you come from there?

How was it discovered? "