Strange events in the imperial capital

Chu Han was actually homesick, missing his father, and missing his relatives.

A long journey of hardships, he is not for himself.He is getting closer and closer to the end of this journey, and he can't predict whether the next stop will be his home...

The main hall of the "Li" position slowly revealed its true face in the purple-red mist.

There are vertical plaques hanging on both sides of Zhumen, and the handwriting is vigorous, and the writing is about "the mountains are long and the rivers are wide and the wandering son sings, the dawn wind and the moon leave people's tears" and other slightly sad poems.Chu Han was already very tired at that time, looking up at the five spines and six beasts on the cornice, his eyes were full of light.

The four of them followed one by one, pushed open the door with carved Linghua windows, and slowly stepped into the charming and illusory temple.This time, there were no vicious palace guards, nor did they meet groups of horse-faced monkeys begging for tolls from them.The atmosphere of this hall is very quiet and peaceful, with white mist surrounding the lacquered wooden pillars.The air flowing between the nostrils is very warm, and when people are extremely tired, they want to throw their body and limbs on the steps of the golden throne, and have a good sleep.

In the center of the top of the hall is a golden algae well, triple square wells stacked, in the middle is a mighty panlong statue, surrounded by layers of lotus reliefs, ready to come out.

The graceful bodies of the immortals are covered with white veils, floating under the ceiling of the algae well, and walking around the beams, seemingly real or unreal.Surrounded by lush greenery, the trees and vines are blowing in the wind.

The zither flute is sweet to the ear, gently grinding the five senses.The sound of silk and bamboo is refreshing, making Chu Han involuntarily show a quiet smile, and his lips draw an arc.He walked under the green shade, unknowingly immersed in the music...

Very beautiful.

This is how the spiritual world should be, peaceful and peaceful from generation to generation.

Mr. Shen couldn't help admiring, strode into the depths of the temple, and waved to those fairies, both male and female, looking at the old problem again!

Chu Han sat on the steps, listening to the piano and flute ensemble, engrossed.The melody is sublime, but not difficult, and he can understand every sentence.

The delicate scale walks alone on the highest point, as if hanging on a dangerous beam, which makes the listener's heart tremble, and then slowly falls, turning back and forth, tossing and turning, crying like a complaint, and the complaint is Leave people's mood.

Hearing this, his eyes slowly turned red, and he also told what he had been thinking day and night for countless days, his hands clenched until the joints turned white.

After walking for so long, at the other end of the spiritual world, the end of the road is not the end, it is clearly a fork in the road.The road on the left is a pass of love, and the road on the right is also a pass of love, and he can't give up on both sides.

"Chu Han."

Someone called him.When he looked up, there was a figure with silver hair and long braids sitting on the beam, a familiar and handsome figure.The middle clothes of His Highness the Third Highness were drenched with sweat, and under the white clothes there was a faint outline of a beautiful chest, and the eyes were full of water.

Chu Han got up and waved his fingers at this person, pretending to be indifferent, and shook his head: "Let's go."

Fang Qiantui stared at him: "Where are we going?"

Chu Han said: "Help Lord Feng get things done, it's time to go back. I want to go home."

He finally spoke his mind.

How long has he not been home?How much has he given up for this person in front of him?Mr. Chu lived in his early twenties, following the life path laid out for him by others, he has always done his duty, was outstanding in front of others and followed the rules, never doing anything out of line, until one day, he met this person who completely touched his heart. The room is small Chitose.

He broke the boundary by himself, making such a choice, deviant, farther and farther away from the life he was familiar with, but still in front of him was still at a loss.He didn't like such a helpless state, and he didn't want to entrust the rest of his life on one person.

Fang Qiantui bit the corner of her mouth: "Chu Han, where are you going back? Are you going home?"

Chu Han looked away: "..."

Chu Han asked back: "Should I not go home? I can't stay here forever."

The two seemed to have taken a big detour, and they had already understood each other's intentions, but they just couldn't get over this hurdle, and they were finally stuck here.

Fang Qiantui stared at him disappointedly: "If I knew this, why did you make friends with me back then? Why did you follow me to the spirit world after all the hard work?"

Chu Han was also very disappointed: "If I knew this, why didn't the Third Highness just associate with the gods of the spirit world or the gods of the heavens? If you were in love with General Feng Ling, would you still be so entangled?"

As soon as the words came out, Chu Han was annoyed, why would he say such inexplicable words?

Fang Chitose jumped off the beam.Chu Han regretfully grabbed the opponent's hand, wanting to coax his lover, but was firmly held by the back of his palm and pressed against the wall!Fang Qiansui suddenly held him in his arms, his warm breath suffocated him, the light in his eyes was strange and complicated, and he poked into his clothes domineeringly.

Chu Han has always been unable to resist the eyes in front of him.This pair of pupils is as black as ink, with hooks on the corners of the eyes, and the eyelashes are smudged with ink ripples, which is very sultry and sexy... Fang Chitose caressed his chest, making his heart beat faster.Chu Han murmured, "What are you doing?"

Fang Qiansui looked at him: "Chu Han, I knew a long time ago that you would try to leave the God Realm after helping Lord Feng complete your career, and I'm afraid it will not be up to my will..."

Chu Han: "..."

Fang Qiantui smiled deeply: "I want to take your soul and make you completely mine, so that I can keep you in the spirit world forever. You have been mine for 3000 years."

Chu Han: "..."

A flame flashed deep in the eyes of the person in front of him, and his right palm descended from the sky, hitting the top of Chu Han's head!

Before the palm could be photographed, Chu Han drew the gun as fast as the opponent, and more agile than the opponent. The barrel of the gun touched the eyebrow between the pupils of Shui Mo.

Chu Han's eyes were in a trance, but his voice was clear, and he said word by word: "You are not a little thousand years old."

The handsome silver-haired face in front of him raised his eyebrows, and touched his left chest with one hand.

Chu Han resisted desperately, subconsciously not wanting someone to touch his breast ring in the hidden part of his left breast.That thing held an indescribably precious meaning to him.

The rustling snowflakes in front of his eyes seemed like the channel of the old TV was not adjusted properly, or the five senses fell into some kind of hallucination that he couldn't control.He was struggling, but he still supported his will firmly, panting heavily: "You are not mocking the wind, you are not pretending enough."

The man suddenly took two steps back, his silver hair fluttering behind him, his figure was strange.

Chu Han even pulled the bolt of the gun, pointing the muzzle of the gun at the wet eyebrows of the man in front of him, but his palm trembled and he didn't pull the trigger.

The man kicked him in the chest and kicked him down on the steps. At this moment, he jumped up, his chest turned into a crescent moon, and a short silver halberd appeared in the palm of the raised hand, and suddenly hit him Top of the head!

The halberd fell and hit the person who was flying towards Chu Han covering him.

Chu Han yelled loudly, expressing the pain in his heart.

Just this moment broke through Chu Han's chaotic consciousness and woke him up completely.

The two silver-haired figures collided, and there was a shocking "bang" in the hall!Fang Qiansui stretched his left shoulder forcefully, pushed the short halberd out again, and slapped away the phantom with the same face as him.

The enemy was in front of him, Fang Qiansui raised his eyebrows, his lips were tightly closed, blood gushed from his shoulder, and the penetrating wound formed a blood hole on his chest and back of his shoulder.

"Jiaofeng..." Chu Han's voice trembled, scratching his heart and liver in pain.He already understood that he had been hit by the trick, and it was just nonsense in the chaos.He was top-heavy and weak, and he knelt down after walking a few steps with support.The wonderful sound of silk and bamboo lingers in his mind endlessly, making him unable to get rid of the seductive illusion, so that he almost recognizes the wrong person.But he really realized that the person in front of him bleeding from his body was his Third Highness.

"Why didn't you shoot?!" Fang Chitose growled at him with red eyes.

"Looking at your face, I can't do anything." Chu Han said.

"It's not me." Fang Qiansui's heart softened, he pinched Chu Han and couldn't bear to let go, "I said earlier, I won't harm you."

"I'm afraid if it's you." Chu Han's eyes suddenly became moist, extremely sad.

Everyone has weaknesses.He knew in his heart that he was still haunted by demons, and that's why he was taken advantage of by some kind of little goblin.He was still entangled in the return journey of the two of them, and he was even secretly jealous of General Feng.That mouthful of vinegar hasn't gone away yet, and I'm not forgiving.

"Li" was a palace guard in the temple, with a handsome appearance, a short halberd in his hand turned into a jade flute, and his white hair fluttered in the air.

A line of blood slid down Fang Chitose's nose and dripped on the ground along the corner of his mouth, one drop, two drops.

He pressed the wound on his shoulder and said, "You are the evil beast Zhenli."

The legendary beast is born with white hair and a handsome figure. He has a good temperament and understands human language.The guardian deity of the spiritual palace, General Zhenli, nodded his head, with dignity, and looked at Fang Qiantui inquiringly: "Third Highness, you didn't catch my 'Illusion of Liyin'."

Fang Qiansui spat out the blood in his mouth, and said disdainfully: "You pretend to be Mr. Chu, it's too clumsy."

Zhenli smiled calmly: "Oh?"

Fang Chitose snorted coldly: "You said to me over there, 'I want to take away your dragon's breath, so that you can stay in the world forever, never come back, become mine, I want you to stay forever The world will accompany me...'

"If you say such things, I know you are a fake. Chu Han will never say such things to me."

"He is the one who would rather be separated from me than hurt me. Will he plot against me?"

"..."

Chu Han burst into tears, feeling ashamed of his lover, and tightly gripped the gun in his hand.

The majestic holy voice rang out from the high places around the hall, and the fairies danced wildly, radiant with spirit.

The Commander, with long hair loose and a long knife in his hand, attacked all the way. He stared at Young Master Shen with bloodshot eyes, and the Xiuchun knife stabbed at him with a ferocious force.

The two chased in circles.Mr. Shen fled for his life around a row of pillars: "Hey, eh? What's the matter with you?!"

Lord Feng's eyes were dazed, and the hand holding the knife was trembling all the time, and he couldn't let it go but he couldn't stop it.The man was concentrating desperately, and his breathing was completely chaotic.

Shen Chenghe was pointed at his throat with an embroidered spring knife, and his back was leaned against a large pillar.The sharp white tip of the knife was only half an inch away from his Adam's apple, and it was about to dig out his throat.

Feng Feiluan was sweating on his brow, panting heavily: "Chenghe, you, you, you want to kill me."

Shen Chenghe choked up and said, "Honey, I don't."

Feng Feiluan's eyes flickered, his eyes gouged Young Master Shen's face, as if he was constantly confirming that the person in front of him was really his reliance.

Mr. Shen said in a hoarse voice, "Baby, I'm your man, don't mistake me again."

Lord Feng's legs softened, and he slowly inserted the point of the knife into the ground.He was exhausted from torment, and he leaned into Mr. Shen's arms aggrievedly, showing such weakness for the first time in his life.

Master Zhenli's Illusion Technique of Liyin, the scale is so sublime that those who hear it can't control themselves.Moreover, the more advanced a person is, the more deeply he will fall into hallucinations if he unconsciously and desperately resists Li Yin's brainwashing.Illusions come one after another, disturbing the mind and lingering.

Lord Feng, Fang Qiansui, and Young Master Chu all fell into the trap of the illusion of Li Yin.They were seduced by Zhenli's illusioned clone, and they almost killed each other.

The only one who was not recruited was Young Master Shen.

Shen Chenghe is completely a mortal body, without a trace of fairy spirit, but was spared.This guy is especially out of tune.Master Zhenli's zither and flute are superb, to Young Master Shen it is like playing the piano to a cow.

The same beautiful piece of music, in the ears of Mr. Chu, is "High Mountains and Flowing Water" and "Fishing Boat Singing Evening"; in Shen Chenghe's ears, it is basically the same as listening to "Little Apple"... So he didn't care about it at all. Will be tricked, no response, no shit.

Shen Chenghe watched the other three people fighting each other nervously, fighting bloody battles, and didn't know how to help their companions escape.

The four staggered and fled to the distance along a deep corridor, but they couldn't find the exit.Wandering in a dreamlike fairyland, it is like stepping into the dead end of reincarnation, making them keep turning in circles.

The algae well on the zenith emits a ring of golden light, and the fairy turns into countless floating phantoms.

The god general Zhenli slowly ascended into the air, and his elegant figure turned into twelve identical people in an instant!

The twelve palace guards, Zhen Li, hovered over their heads at high speed, landed on the beams of the twelve pillars of the main hall, and played the exquisite jade flute in their hands.

Layer upon layer of melodies once again reverberated throughout the Forbidden Palace, and divine sounds washed through the boiling blood.

Fang Qiansui knelt on the ground with one knee, panting violently, staring at the opponent on the top of the hall, ready to go, looking for a chance to break through with one blow.

"Don't waste your energy, out of those twelve people, only one is real!" Chu Han covered Xiao Qiantose's bleeding back shoulder with his hands, and blood flowed from his fingers.

"Which one is true?!" Fang Chitose asked.

His Highness the Third Highness originally had strong spiritual power, so he could easily pull out the cocoon, and pull out the real Lord Zhenli from the pile of other fakes that looked like paper-wrapped figures.But he sank deepest in the phantom sound, his vision was blurred at this moment, and he gritted his teeth and covered his chest... This is not a fair duel.

Every palace guard Zhenli has white hair, looks as beautiful as a fairy, looks calm and composed, and plays the melodious flute.

It's useless for Mr. Shen to plug his ears for Feng Meiren, Xiao Yin poured into his mind from the eyebrows and sky eyes.

Chu Han laboriously stared at the people on the twelve pillars, identifying them one by one.His fingers trembled, he couldn't hold the gun, and the muzzle of the gun pointed at a certain pillar: "Chenghe, in the direction of noon, that person, that person is real."

Mr. Shen raised the muzzle of the gun in a standard kneeling posture, aiming and firing without hesitation!

Shen Chenghe did not humiliate his family style at a critical moment, did not embarrass his father and grandfather, and his marksmanship was very accurate.The bullet flew away, and the white-haired figure suddenly flipped back to avoid it, as if he was still shot.

The Twelve God Generals whirled quickly around the algae well and changed positions immediately.

The main hall is full of music, magnificent and shocking.Master Zhenli looked down at them from a height, his eyes seemed to be complaining, Chu Han felt that he could hear Zhenli's ventriloquist.

Don't go any further.

Go back, go back quickly.

……

The white mist is getting thicker and thicker, and they will be trapped here to death, unable to get out.

"The one who is still circling, has changed land again! Which one is it now?!" Mr. Shen raised his gun and looked at the people who were constantly circling in the zenith, with a desperate expression.In his eyes, every handsome white-haired man is exactly the same, and the situation of every strand of hair flying away is the same.

Feng Feiluan was dripping with sweat, and hugged Shen Chenghe tightly from behind, as if to say that if you die, you will die in my arms.

Chu Han lost his eyesight, couldn't see clearly, and fell into the depths of illusion.

He heard this sentence from afar: "On the pillar at nine o'clock, that person is real. Er Wu, sniped him."

The speaker seemed very far away.The voice was very familiar, very calm, and floated to his ears, possessing a kind of stabilizing power.

In the next second, or less than a second, a sniper bullet fired with a whistling sound, struck from a long distance, passed through the deep and vast temple, and hit the pillar at nine o'clock, which is the "Dui" position of Youshi. Sitting people!

With a powerful and heavy shot, the god general Zhenli collapsed.Master Zhenli fell backward in surprise.

The Heavenly Soldiers God General is not afraid of bullets, so he will not die, but getting a hole in his body is not a comfortable thing after all.The magic power of the avatar was immediately broken, the swirling sound stopped abruptly, all the phantoms disappeared in the hall, and the vision was clear.

Chu Han felt that he must have been completely bewitched, and it was impossible to hear that familiar voice.

He forced his head back: "Dad..."