Brother, this showman

Kunlun Yuying is a kind of voodoo technique in the south. It is shaped like a nine-petaled lotus, with a jade green color and a strange fragrance.

Kunlun Yuying is extremely domineering. When it is planted in the human body, it can be integrated into the blood of the human body in a very short period of time.

When all the nine petals are in full bloom, it is the best time to take out Kunlun Yuying.

Hu Guoshi threw away the bloody blade in his hand, and excitedly picked up Kunlun Yuying, who was glowing with faint green light, his eyes were staring straight, and he couldn't speak clearly: "It's done, it's done."

"This Seventh Princess is indeed the best host." Hu Guoshi glanced at Xu Qingyue who had been disemboweled by himself, and said with emotion, "You are a princess of a country but you are suppressed everywhere. She doesn't eat well and doesn't wear warm. She He is not a saint, and the resentment in his heart is unmatched by others."

When Xu Qingyun rushed over, he saw Hu Guoshi muttering alone there with his blood-stained hands.

"Open?" Xu Qingyun's eyes lit up, his eyes fell on Hu Guoshi's hands, and then he looked at Xu Qingyue who was lying on the ground, his throat was slightly astringent, "Why must she know the truth?"

"The last petal of Kunlun Yuying is quite difficult, and it takes nearly ten times more resentment than usual to bloom." Hu Guoshi smacked his lips, "She has great respect and love for His Highness, if she knows that His Highness has pretended all this year, she will feel that she will be so happy." All the grievances will be poured out like opening a floodgate. It just happens to be the last petal of nourishment."

Xu Qingyun's Adam's apple slipped slightly, and he looked away: "Take the Seventh Princess down for a good burial."

"No." Hu Guoshi stopped, "The Seventh Princess cannot be buried."

"She died too, and was disemboweled by the national teacher after her death. Now she can't even be buried in the ground?" Xu Qingyun sneered, "Could it be possible to crush her?"

"The host of Kunlun Yuying often has too much resentment to rest in peace. In the end, she will definitely turn into a ghost, unable to enter the cycle of reincarnation, and remain in the world forever." Hu Guoshi explained, "We can only burn her bones and ashes, and get rid of her, otherwise in the future Your Highness will definitely be disturbed by it."

"No!" Xu Qingyun resolutely refused, clenching his hands hanging on both sides slightly.

"Your Highness!" Hu Guoshi's face darkened, "You have already stabbed her once, so why not add another stab? After all, she was already dead when the first stab was performed."

Xu Qingyun's eyelashes trembled slightly, and his expression was slightly loose.

Hu Guoshi added to the fire again: "Once the bones and ashes are destroyed, you can rest easy in the future. The white chi is about to be trained, and the white horse country is no longer to be feared. Tomorrow, my Liyang iron cavalry will be able to trample it down!"

"Needless to say." Xu Qingyun rubbed his eyebrows and sighed, "I don't agree."

Hu Guoshi closed his mouth in embarrassment, lowered his head and fiddled with the Kunlun Yuying in his hand, was silent for a moment, then turned and went into the room.

"Can the national teacher seal her soul in her body?" Xu Qingyun asked, "Let her... be trapped in it forever?"

Hu Guoshi paused, then nodded: "Yes."

One month after Xu Qingyue's death, there was a good story circulating in Liyang: The Seventh Princess used herself as a bait to join forces with His Royal Highness the Crown Prince without fear of sacrifice for the sake of the common people in order to annihilate the enemy army and seek the well-being of the people.

For a time, many large and small temples were built in the country, and a beautiful young woman was enshrined in the temple, and the incense was strong all year round.

At first everyone invariably called it the Princess Temple, but it was unknown who started it later, saying that the actions of the Seventh Princess were comparable to gods, so they renamed it the Goddess Temple again.

The largest and most magnificent temple in the country is located in the western suburbs of the capital. It was built under the supervision of His Royal Highness the Prince and is open to the common people.

After hearing this, people all over the world felt deeply that the prince and princess have a deep brother-sister relationship, and they are also full of curiosity about this Goddess Temple. Therefore, the Goddess Temple is full of people coming and going every day.

The winter night came earlier than before, and the howling north wind was carrying sand and stones and blowing against the doors and windows.

The candles in the house also danced restlessly.

Standing in the center of the hall, Xu Qingyun looked up at the statue of the Goddess, and lit a spell with his fingertips. The Goddess made a slight sound, like weeping and sighing, and the eyes carved from obsidian lost their luster in an instant as if covered with a veil.

Xu Qingyun heaved a sigh of relief, turned his head away quickly, and met Hu Guoshi who was leaning against the door.

Hu Guoshi is holding a silver machete in his hand. The handle of the knife is engraved with the pattern of Bai Chi. The eyes of Bai Chi are inlaid with agate beads. The color is pure and shines brightly under the candlelight.

A pair of sharp and thin dragon horns are evenly distributed on both sides, and the slightly opened mouth is spitting out the winding blade, and the dragon scale pattern on the blade is glowing coldly.

"Your Majesty." Hu Guoshi handed Bai Chi with both hands, "The enemy army has already approached the city, please take up the sword, Your Majesty."

"Your Majesty?" Xu Qingyun continued to sneer, "I have only been enthroned for ten days, but the enemy army has come to my door. My generals, my soldiers, and my people have all turned against each other. Tell me, I am the emperor. How useless it is!"

"Don't worry, Your Majesty, as long as Bai Chi is in your hand, it doesn't matter if your Majesty fights alone?" Hu Guoshi's eyes quickly flashed an unknown look, "White Horse Kingdom is just a bunch of young people."

"Young man?" Xu Qingyun laughed, "At first, I also thought that two years ago, I personally shot and killed Qin Chu. I thought that I could directly annex the White Horse Kingdom without any difficulty. What happened? All my spies were actually Qin Chu earlier. The ambush is done. Baima is full of traps, and more than half of the 30 army has been lost! I almost died here!"

"Qin Chu is a lunatic!" Thinking that he was actually turned against by Qin Chu, Xu Qingyun wished he hadn't beaten him to ashes, "He was willing to risk his life to compete with me."

In the end, they failed to capture the White Horse Country, and fled back in embarrassment.

The successor lord of the White Horse Kingdom is the younger brother of Qin Chu, who has the same style as Qin Chu. In order to avenge his brother, he immediately sent troops to attack Liyang as soon as he ascended the throne.

For two years the war continued.

It began to rain suddenly outside, and the sound of the raindrops hitting the tiles was much more beautiful than the sound of the war drums.

Xu Qingyun's heartstrings that had been tense for the past two years suddenly loosened.

"National teacher." Xu Qingyun said suddenly.

"The minister is here." Hu Guoshi responded.

"Let's go." Xu Qingyun said, "I'm useless anymore, so go find someone else."

Hu Guoshi's eyes flickered slightly: "What does your majesty mean? I don't understand."

Xu Qingyun smiled, picked up the incense on the table and lit it next to the candle, and said slowly, "Don't you already want to leave?"

Hu Guoshi lowered his head and did not answer.

Xu Qingyun bowed deeply to the statue of the Goddess, stepped forward to insert the incense into the furnace, and said lightly, "Bai Chi hasn't mastered it yet."

Hu Guoshi's expression was slightly stagnant.

"I am willing to listen to the words of the national teacher, but it does not mean that I am stupid." Xu Qingyun said, "Bai Chi is extraordinary, and I am a mortal, so I don't deserve it."

"Besides, the national teacher didn't intend to give it to me."

The sound of fighting engulfed the night, and the fire ahead was soaring into the sky, disturbing the barking of dogs in the alley.

"The country is exhausted, Beauty Lin." Xu Qingyun paused, "Oh! I would have believed such absurd things about Beauty Lin. Poor Yang Xia is full of innocent people, all of whom are burdened by my own selfish desires."

"And my sister."

Xu Qingyun lifted his robe and knelt straight on the ground, tears welled up in his eyes, and endless regret stained his brows.

Hu Guoshi was surprised and stunned at the beginning, and finally turned to ridicule.

Hu Guoshi stopped pretending, put Bai Chi away, walked to Xu Qingyun's side, and said: "People have been killed, and things have been done. Does Your Majesty want to push everything on the minister's head now?"

"Your Majesty, look at your hands, they are dirty. How many people's blood are stained on them, can Your Majesty count?"

"Innumerable." Hu Guoshi shook his head, "If Your Majesty really regretted it, he wouldn't have put an extra seal on the statue of the Goddess just now. You are still afraid of the Seventh Princess."

"Your Majesty only has himself in mind."

"No!" Xu Qingyun hastily interrupted him, "I'm just, I'm just..."

It's just that I didn't say anything for a long time.

Hu Guoshi raised his sleeves, a burst of green light shrouded Xu Qingyun's body, and a smile with an unknown meaning appeared on his mouth: "At least we got to know each other once, and I will give His Majesty the last gift."

"What are you doing!" Xu Qingyun sat on the ground in embarrassment, watching in horror as he rose slowly, his body was almost transparent.

"May your majesty live forever without 'old'." Hu Guoshi cupped his hands.

Xu Qingyun floated in the air, looked at himself motionless on the floor, and immediately realized that his soul had left his body. To be more specific, he was dead!

Hu Guoshi added another layer of seal to the Goddess Temple, and looked at Xu Qingyun anxiously after the end: "This recruiting minister taught His Majesty. Now Your Majesty is no longer a human being, and will be immortal from life to life. But this seal will be destroyed. For a hundred years, even the strongest seal can't stop the tenth princess."

"Your Majesty will be able to reunite with the princess after Jieshi. Does Your Majesty like this gift?"

"Huhaha!" Xu Qingyun stared at Huhaha angrily.

Hu Haha looked up to the sky and laughed, proudly stroking the white Chi on his waist, humming a happy little tune: "Your Majesty is right, I should find my next family, and there will be no future."

The soldiers of the White Horse Kingdom finally broke into the imperial city, and Xu Qingyun's body was chopped up to pieces by the Lord of the White Horse Kingdom, put into a frying pan and fried clean.

The majestic imperial palace was burned down, and the buildings in the imperial city were also destroyed in the flames of war, but only the Goddess Temple in the western suburbs remained intact.

All the content of Su Lian Fengshuang Axis has been spread out, and the common people under the stage hugged their heads and cried loudly.

"Is this the Goddess Empress? Are all the stories in "Singing the Goddess" fake?"

"The Goddess Empress is too miserable!"

"That Xu Qingyun is a beast! Throwing the frying pan is even cheaper for him!"

"By the way, is the body of the Goddess Empress built into the statue of the Goddess?"

"exactly!"

……

Everyone talked to each other, discussing how to smash the stone statue in the Goddess Temple.

"Is this still human!" Song Jihua smashed his fists on the table, angrily, and the sword tassel in his hand began to shake the long braid again, "The back is completely hypocritical!"

Ye Wenqing's focus was on the national teacher at the back, Huhaha, it was the elder of the ghost clan who had fled outside.

It appeared in Liyang Kingdom nearly 200 years ago, and the knife in his hand needs to be tempered with resentment, so it doesn't look like a serious weapon at first glance.

Feng Lianchen was concentrating on playing with the dried plums in his hands, and when he was about to deliver them to Ye Wenqing's mouth, his eyes were suddenly attracted by the scene outside.

Feng Lianchen directly stuffed dried plums into Ye Wenqing's mouth, then jumped out of the window, with Wuming out of the sheath in his hand, and quickly rushed towards the sound of running around the stage.

Ye Wenqing wanted to talk at first, but when he was stuffed with such sour words, he couldn't help shivering, and before he had time to curse, he found that there was no one around him.

Following Feng Lianchen's gaze, his expression suddenly darkened.

"Song Shiwen, don't beat the table, beat people!" Ye Wenqing got up quickly, grabbed Song Jihua and jumped out.