[Comprehensive martial arts] It's not easy to be an actor

When Qinglin hurried to the place where Minghuo Shengren was, Minghuo Shengren stood up very quickly: "Small steamed buns?"

Qinglin suddenly felt a lot of pressure, because he came and went in such a hurry that he completely forgot about the little bun...

The sage of Minghuo also saw the urgency of the situation, he didn't say anything, he just patted the seat next to him and motioned him to sit: "What's wrong?"

Qinglin immediately took out the note and handed it to Minghuo Shengren: "Senior, look..."

The sage of Minghuo stared at the writing on it for a moment, then frowned slightly: "It's not right."

The tone is slow, which makes people feel very worried!

"This word doesn't look like your leader's, but it looks like that old ghost's." Ming Huo Sheng stared at it for a long time, then nodded slightly: "It must be that your leader wants you to show it to me, and it is also because of this. "

Qing Lin felt that his IQ might be a bit insufficient...

Otherwise, why can he understand every word that the Minghuo sage said, but it is so difficult to understand when put together!

The sage of Minghuo smiled: "If this is the case, I must go to the underground palace once."

Qinglin hurriedly said: "Senior, the entrance to the underground palace has been sealed."

"Of course it's not just that one entrance. If there was only that one, why did that old ghost and I invite the emperor?" Minghuo Shengren muttered, thought for a while and asked, "Didn't you tell Yansheng?"

Qing Lin shook his head, the matter was urgent, and there was no time to find another senior.

Minghuo smiled knowingly: "Very good."

In this case, it is much easier.

Hey... The sage of Minghuo looked at the sky and sighed, feeling that things were a little tangled.

It was originally a robbery that my apprentice wanted to break through, so why did I still go out on my own in the end?

On the other side, Qiao Sheng was sitting bored in the room facing the emperor.

He was preoccupied and always wanted to go out.

Especially thinking of what Qinglin said before, I always feel uneasy.

The emperor was sitting there drinking tea in an even manner, and immediately raised his head when he saw that Qiao Sheng was about to go out: "What's wrong?"

Qiao Sheng had no choice but to stop, turned around and asked helplessly, "Your Majesty..."

The emperor looked slightly resentful.

Qiao Sheng sighed: "Master Yu may be in trouble."

"I need King Sheng right now." The emperor said flatly.

At no time has Qiao Sheng been more entangled than now. He looked at the emperor for a moment, then took another look at the herbal tea on the table, and sat down neatly: "Your Majesty."

His tone was indifferent, and his expression was also indifferent: "The current King Sheng is not only King Sheng, but also Sword Master." His expression was very calm, but he smiled slightly when he looked at the emperor: "If the picture of a hundred birds is not broken, the whole world will be destroyed." At stake, will the emperor be so calm?"

"Capture the thief first and capture the king first," the emperor frowned: "Could it be that King Cheng thinks that I have not taken care of the overall situation?"

These words came out of the emperor's mouth, with an inexplicable hostility.

Qiao Sheng didn't intend to refute, but only asked: "The emperor really thinks that Mu Wushuang is the person behind the scenes?"

The emperor sneered: "Otherwise, why did I bring King Sheng here all the way?"

I don't know why, the emperor at this time no longer has the gentleness of the previous time, and what has also disappeared is the fragile and vulnerable childhood memory.

It's long gone.

Time passes.

Qiao Sheng looked at the emperor for a moment, then suddenly shook his head: "I wonder how many shadow guards the emperor brought with him?"

The emperor put down the teacup, and asked with a slight smile, "Prince Sheng wants to assassinate him?"

"Don't dare." Qiao Sheng shook his head with a smile: "It's just asking the emperor to change places. When the catastrophe of the Hundred Birds Picture is solved, Qiao Sheng will be the emperor to deal with it."

The emperor gritted his teeth, what else could he do then?

When the time comes to go to the Western Regions and stay in the Devil's Cult, is it possible that the army will fight there? !

The smile on Qiao Sheng's face was harmless to humans and animals, and he stretched out his hand to signal, "Your Majesty, the underground palace please."

"Wait." The emperor suddenly said coldly.

Qiao Sheng was slightly taken aback.

The emperor's expression flashed a hint of sadness: "Prince Sheng still believed in Mu Wushuang in the end, why?"

Qiao Sheng was at a loss for words.

He thought of the end of his previous life, it seemed that the two had such a sad ending because of the emperor's obstruction.

Except for Jian Zun's idiocy, it seems that all the situations are inseparable from the emperor.

Now that all the memories have come back, what can he use to fully trust the emperor?

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty," Qiao Sheng's eyes flashed a trace of apology, he looked at the Emperor, his expression became more and more cold: "Please also ask the Emperor to move to the underground palace."

A few days ago, Minghuo Sage said that there is another passage in the underground palace of the imperial mausoleum, going down from the emperor's study room, that passage can avoid all the secrets of organs and go straight to Juegu.

But in the Valley of Judgment, there is a way to solve the last catastrophe.

According to Qing Lin's description, Yu Luocha and the others may not be heading for this passage.

Although I don't know what the former Demon Cult leader's intentions are, but now...

Qiao Sheng clenched his fist slightly, with a calm and reserved expression: "Your Majesty, it's getting late."

"In Mu's Qiyun Mountain Villa," Mu Wushuang walked in, seeing the situation in front of him and couldn't help but smile: "But I often see this scene of defection, Your Majesty, Mu's escort came late."

Qiao Sheng frowned slightly.

The emperor was silent, looking at the farce in front of him.

After a while, Mu Wushuang suddenly changed his tone, and smiled slightly at Qiao Sheng: "Aqiao?"

For some reason, at that moment, Qiao Sheng felt that the situation in front of him had completely changed.

As if still on the snow-covered mountain, as if returning to the previous life.

Yu Luocha stood in front of him, his expression was extremely cold, and he didn't respond to everything about him.

It is not an imitation of others, even the internal strength is the same.

Qiao Sheng never dared to believe that he would mistake Jade Raksha.

But now, he has to admit that Mu Wushuang...is a born good actor.

It's a pity not to go to Hyundai to get an actor.

Qiao Sheng couldn't help smiling wryly.

I still remember that in my previous life, I also regarded Mu Wushuang as my confidant and best friend, and I would never change it until my death.

Unexpectedly, the emperor, who has never believed in him, has never betrayed himself, so many evidences pointing to the emperor, but after careful consideration, they are all just tricks of Mu Wushuang.

how ridiculous...

Qiao Sheng's heart was shocked, but he lost the chance to resist.

"Don't move." Mu Wushuang's folding fan pressed against the emperor's neck, and the shadow guard who rushed over couldn't move at all.

Just because Mu Wushuang's position was too coincidental, he stood beside the emperor with a cold expression but a smile on his lips: "At that time on the road in the forest, I thought my life was over, but I didn't expect it to be Because of the difference between the leader and Jianzun, I let go, thank you Jianzun."

Qiao Sheng thought of the young man who had escaped back then, and felt a chill in his heart for no reason.

He looked at the situation in front of him, and slowly drew out his sword: "Mu Wushuang."

Mu Wushuang nodded slightly: "Is there something wrong with Master Jian?"

"Tell me your purpose." Qiao Sheng said coldly, his heart filled with crazy regret.

"Me?" Mu Wushuang seemed to have heard a very funny sentence. He looked at Qiao Sheng for a moment and nodded slightly: "I want all the royal family to die."

His voice was cold, but it contained endless joy.

It seems that all this is just a joke, but he stands in the play and plays the tragedy to the extreme.

"It's not like you and I fight." Qiao Sheng said coldly.

"No need," Mu Wushuang patted the emperor lightly, the emperor snorted, and Mu Wushuang clapped his hands: "Now the poison has penetrated deep into the bone marrow, there is no antidote within ten days, even a god can't save it. "

Qiao Sheng stared at Mu Wushuang's loosened hand: "Surely you are not afraid of torture."

There was a faint disgust in Mu Wushuang's eyes: "Mu has long been tired of this world, let alone you, King Sheng..." He was silent for a moment, then suddenly smiled again: "You are not really a member of the royal family, are you?"

He looked at the emperor who was in great pain but still stood still, and a trace of cold haze flashed in his eyes: "The last member of the royal family must be only King Xiang."

How could Qiao Sheng let him go out, he waved his hand to stop the shadow guard, and rushed forward in a flash!

Cangyun sword has been unsheathed, just want to drink blood and sing a long song!

However, Mu Wushuang didn't turn his head. He held a small packet of medicinal powder in his hand. Even though it was only a small packet, it was deadly poisonous: "Jianzun, Mu doesn't want to kill everyone."

Qiao Sheng sneered, something faintly appeared in his hand, and he disappeared in an instant!

There was a trace of coldness on Mu Wushuang's lips, and he scattered the medicinal powder in a circle, and said coldly: "Within ten feet, those who get close will die."

"Heh..." Mu Wushuang's folding fan was snatched from behind and lightly flung towards the distance.

For some reason, Mu Wushuang could see the faint light shrouding Qiao Sheng's body, but at this moment, the corners of Qiao Sheng's lips were tightly pursed, and his expression was unprecedentedly cold: "If you don't hand over the antidote, you think Can you leave safely?"

A smile flashed across Mu Wushuang's eyes, he moved his hands slightly, and found that he couldn't move his entire right arm.

Qiao Sheng's scimitar was pressed between Mu Wushuang's right arms, his eyes were filled with great compassion: "I don't want to kill you."

"Jian Zun and the leader of the Demon Sect are really similar." Mu Wushuang sneered.

"Really?" Qiao Sheng didn't mind, "I take it as a compliment."

Mu Wushuang laughed out loud.

A cold light flashed across his eyes, and just as he was about to make a move, he felt Qiao Sheng's scimitar slide down slightly, picking up the tendon of his right hand in a flash!

This movement was too fast, there was no time to react.

Mu Wushuang only felt a slight pain between his fingers, and his whole right hand was completely numb.

What followed was unbearable pain, he bit his lips hard, looked at Qiao Sheng in front of him and said with a long smile: "Sword Master is really a Shura, since that's the case..."

Mu Wushuang's laughter stopped completely.

Because he saw a man—

Ling Yan held a long sword in his hand and stood on the roof, but he didn't know how long he had been here.

His eyes were calm, but with a hint of regret.

It's been too long, no one has ever looked at Mu Wushuang with such eyes.

This feeling was too subtle, but it made Mu Wushuang feel more mixed in his heart.

The sharp pain in the tendon of the hand, which he could bear obviously, suddenly became heart-piercing.

Mu Wushuang looked at Ling Yan, and suddenly saw Ling Yan's lips move. He tried his best to listen, but there was only the whistling wind in his ears.

After an unknown amount of time, Qiao Sheng realized that the person in front of him passed out.

He hadn't moved yet, and the emperor hadn't said a word, seeing Ling Yanyi jumping to his feet, with a complicated expression, he said: "Master."

It has been a long time since Ling Yan called Qiao Sheng like this since he became the weak crown. He always calls him Jian Zun, as if it is a habit, and it seems to be a distant distance.

Qiao Sheng was slightly startled and nodded: "What?"

"Maybe I have a way to get him to speak out the antidote, and ask Master...don't take his life." Ling Yan lowered his head slightly, it was a silent plea.

"Three days." The emperor suddenly said.

Although he was poisoned, he was still as majestic as before, with a cold expression on his face, he said: "It's only three days, after three days, I will let him beg for death."

"Yes, thank you, Lord Long En." Ling Yan knelt on the ground, his back still straight.He kowtowed three times and leaned over to help Mu Wushuang up.

The movements are still slow and gentle.