Shengjing Conspiracy

"Firearms?" The fortune-teller frowned. Their position had a good view, and he could clearly see what a huge firearm it was. The lethality of such an existence must be astonishing. "Isn't the emperor a lunatic?"

"I have it in my blood." Lu Xianweng didn't care too much, even though the firearm was facing his house.

"His uncle is the current King of Jiuli." Thinking of his son-in-law who went to Gu Mountain alone, and thinking of Shang Lanqing being imprisoned in the East Palace by Shanyuan, the fortune teller couldn't help sighing, "This Jiuli is really full of lunatics."

One counts as one, and none is normal.

Continuing to look in front of the gate of Luming Manor, the cover of the firearm has been completely removed. Shang Lan looked at the pitch-black gun hole facing him in the distance, "I can let you use this, I'm pretty good at it."

"I don't like your expression." Shang Lanyun acted like a child who couldn't eat candy, "Why don't you beg me to let you go?"

Please let me let you go, please spare your life, just like me in the cold palace at that time.

"Is it useful, please?" Shang Lanqing asked back.

Shang Lanyun was taken aback, then nodded, "Indeed, maybe the more you beg me, the worse your death will be."

Jiang Nanxing, who was next to him, heard them talk back and forth, and thought that growing up in the palace was really different. Fortunately, he was stolen at that time. If he has been a prince forever, it will be difficult to grow up smoothly.

Shang Lanyun seemed annoyed when you came and went back and forth a few times, he changed back to the leisurely posture of sitting on the back of the chair, "Two choices, die now, or go back to Beijing to die."

"Is there any difference?" This question was asked by Jiang Nanxing. He is still blind and can only roughly distinguish the position of the person through the direction of the voice.

"It's you. It's a pity to hear that you're blind." Shang Lanyun gave him some attention and said without any sincerity.

Jiang Nanxing was very curious about the thinking of the snake spirit disease, and asked, "What's the pity?"

Shang Lanyun took the trouble and explained: "Isn't it a pity that I don't have time to take a look at the world before I die?"

Jiang Nanxing finally understood that in Shang Lanyun's eyes, they were probably already a group of dead people.

In terms of viciousness, Shang Lanqing is indeed no match for this person.

"One thing to say, he is indeed more suitable to be an emperor than you." Jiang Nanxing patted Shang Lanqing on the shoulder.

You can't be so unscrupulous because you can't see the situation clearly with your own eyes.

Shang Lanqing was convinced by Jiang Nanxing, who was out of tune, and pulled him behind him, "Be honest, don't move around."

"He is your little brother who was left behind in the folk, and you are also my little brother." Shang Lanyun nodded his chin, "It doesn't matter, move—"

The soldier in charge of lighting the fire waited intently for the second word, but he never got it. He looked back cautiously, and a ghostly figure appeared behind the emperor without anyone noticing it, sticking the sharp blade on the emperor's neck superior.

"Escort!"

I don't know who yelled, but the sword turned to Lumingzhuang turned to the person behind Shang Lanyun, but that person just glanced at him lightly.

It was only then that everyone could see that this person was not a young man, but a middle-aged man with white hair and childlike face, his face was stern and unlike ordinary people, and there was a sense of immortality all over his body.

"Lao Lu, take it easy, if you shake your hand, the little emperor's life will be gone." The fortune-teller jumped down from the tree and walked to the side of the two children in front of the door, stroking their heads, "Good boy, my lord is here. Let the kids go in and play."

Shang Lanqing is so stupid that he doesn't know what to say. This fortune teller is his younger brother's master, so he can be regarded as his elder. He can count the number of times his head was touched by his elders with five fingers since he was a child.

"Deer Immortal?" Shang Lanyun breathed very lightly, and the coldness of the sword almost pierced his skin, "Can you move the sword away?"

"You're going to blow up my village, so what's the problem if I kill you?" Lu Xianweng said coldly.

Shang Lanyun cursed in his heart, considering his age, this deer fairy should be very old, what is going on with this man now, is he really a fairy? !

"Little emperor, I advise you to retreat quickly." The fortune teller smiled, but there was no smile in his eyes, "The old deer has a bad temper. When he loses patience and kills you, he will kill you."

If you want to kill him, you can kill him. What do you think of him as the emperor in the eyes of this group of people?

The anger in Shang Lanyun's heart was always rising, if it wasn't for the sword on his neck, he might not be able to control the anger.

"Young man, is it interesting to kill them all?" the fortune teller said calmly.

"Of course it's interesting." Shang Lanyun gritted his teeth. He couldn't admit defeat, absolutely not. He once lost, but the result was that he lost everything. Since then, he told himself that he would rather die than admit defeat.

Seeing Shang Lanyun like this, Shang Lanqing felt mixed feelings in his heart, if it wasn't for Shanyuan, he would be like this.

"Shang Lanyun, Jingyun has entered the hinterland of Yushan Mountain, so how long can the people of Jiuli hold on to a mountain?" Shang Lanqing changed his tone a little gentler, and said in a persuasive manner: "I know you and Jiuli The king is involved, why? Do you think he can still come to help you?"

Shang Lanyun's face turned pale again, but he didn't speak. He said for a long time, "Do you think Jing Yun will win if I lose?"

Shang Lan looked at him indifferently, and he continued: "He is indeed powerful, but I don't know if they can beat the poisonous insects that are seamless and not drilled?"

This was just heard by Jiang Nanxing, his face froze, if something happened to Jing Yun, he couldn't imagine what would happen to Wen Youqing, let alone Jing Yun, Li Suwen, Xing Mo and Shanyuan.

Shang Lanqing's face was not very good-looking either. He put his hand on Jiangnan Xing's shoulder, and he didn't know whether he was comforting him or trying to comfort himself with the other person's body temperature.

"You don't have to worry, the old man has already settled it, it's fine." The fortune teller couldn't see the good apprentice suffering, "Old deer, find a place to lock up the little emperor, and we can talk about it when it's over there."

Lu Xianweng responded, and carried Shang Lanyun into Luming Manor like a chicken cub, and the escorting soldiers could only guard the door and did not dare to move.

On the other side, because of a temporary change of road, a group of people gave up riding horses and picked up Qinggong to go wild, passing through a large dense forest, and finally stopped in front of a waterfall.

Jing Yun patted the sticky leaves all the way on his body, thinking that it was fortunately spring, if it were autumn, he would never enter this forest.

Living in a dry border town all year round, Jing Yun is not very adapted to the humid environment.

"It should be here. Behind this waterfall is the entrance." Li Suwen looked at the waterfall in front of him.

"This waterfall is so fast that it's impossible to go straight. Either there are other ways or the map is wrong." Jing Yun threw a stone into the waterfall, and the stone was opened by the water without even touching the waterfall. Far, if a person rushed forward, he might be shot to death in the water.

Li Su asked, pursing her lips and pondering for a moment, then said seriously, "Why don't you try to swim in?"

"Brother, you can save yourself, it's already spring, but the water is still very cold." Shanyuan looked around helplessly, "And who do you think is so good at water, anyway, I can't."

Li Su asked to look back at Jing Yun, and jumped over without thinking. Those who grew up in the desert are not worthy of participating in this activity. He turned to look at Xing Mo, who raised his eyebrows, "I am a landlubber, and I will sink in the water."

Li Su asked: "..."

All of them are well-known figures, but they can't even swim!

The righteous leader Li did not reflect on the problem that he would not know at all.

"Don't even think about swimming. Judging by the current, it is simply impossible to swim in." Jing Yun looked at the waterfall thoughtfully. This waterfall is definitely not the real entrance. There are so many people in the army. He is a young and strong man, and he can at best use fist and kick kung fu. Those who are good at martial arts can't get in, let alone those who are present.

Jing Yun carefully looked at the surroundings of the waterfall, and his eyes fell on the dense forest nearby. The land near the water source is very humid, and it is inevitable that the feet will not be stained with mud when walking over, so everyone did not look there just now.

Jing Yun looked at the distance, and a Zongyue landed steadily on the dry haystack.

Standing firmly on the ground, I saw a relatively abrupt stone on the stone wall in front of me.He put his hand on it and pressed down hard, a gap suddenly appeared in the middle of the rushing waterfall, and the gap became bigger and bigger, and the scene behind the waterfall was slowly exposed in front of everyone.

"Go ahead, go in and talk slowly." Jing Yun said, and a group of people hurried into the waterfall.

The environment inside the waterfall is much better than everyone imagined, at least it is very dry here, not like the Water Curtain Cave as they thought, if it is such an environment, it is possible for Tibetans to hide for a long time.

But such a hole doesn't look like it can hide many people. It should be that there are still organs that haven't been found.

"It's a mistake." Jing Yun was a little frustrated, and Yan Yan was better at the meticulous work of finding agencies.

In the high-slope tent at the foot of Yushan Mountain, Wen Youqing sneezed indecently, and touched her flushed self.

The disciple next to him quickly refilled a cup of hot water for him. This young man is very slender, and it would be unreasonable if he was injured by frostbite.

Sipping hot tea, Wen Youqing glanced at the disciple who was pouring water, and saw that the other party seemed to be depressed, and looked at the door from time to time, not knowing what he was thinking.

"What are you thinking about?"

The disciple didn't expect Wen Youqing to talk to him suddenly, and he was stunned for a while before responding: "Mr. Hui, disciple is looking at Yushan. It's been almost morning, why is there no movement at all?"

"The two armies are facing each other, and it is possible to stay stalemate for days or nights." Wen Youqing pulled out the small flag on the sand table with his hands, and reported just now that the walking corpses there had been cleaned up.

"What are you doing, sir?" The disciple was young, about the same as Wen Yunzhu.

"I'm going down the rabbit hole." Wen Youqing smiled.

Following the mountain, the holes in the high places were removed, and the holes near the water source were removed, and the rest were holes for rabbits to escape.

The disciple was confused, and when Wen Youqing finished speaking, he still couldn't straighten himself out, and lowered his head with red eyes, "I'm sorry sir, I'm too stupid."

"You're not stupid." Seeing the child like this, Wen Youqing couldn't help but patted his head.

"If I'm not stupid, the senior brothers will take me into the mountain together. I'm not good at martial arts." The disciple really dropped the golden peas while talking. Wen Youqing handed him the handkerchief and pulled it on. The man walked outside the tent, "Look at the forest blocking us."

The disciple took a look, "Is there something wrong?"

"The forest is a natural barrier. If you think about it, if this forest only has tall trees, dense at the top and sparse at the bottom, it won't have the best effect. But if it has high and low, and the top and bottom are dense, the forest will block it tightly." Seriously." Wen Youqing put her hands in her hands and smiled, "Of course I don't mean to let you just lazily complain about yourself, tall trees will be cut down one day, and small trees have to work hard to grow taller. yes."

The disciple rubbed his eyes, "But sir, if this dwarf tree is naturally so tall, why can't it be taller?"

"My hands can't lift my shoulders and I can't resist. To those of you who know martial arts and can go to the battlefield to kill the enemy, I'm just a dwarf." He spread his palms in front of his disciples, and the delicate palms looked pampered and delicate. Youqing's voice is gentle, but her slightly narrowed eyes are not relaxed.

"Sir..." The disciple stared blankly at Wen Youqing, feeling warm in his heart.

Wen Youqing smiled and patted his head, "Short trees are not useless, as long as they are placed in the right place, they can also trip people up and fall hard."

For example, block the hole where the rabbit escapes, and catch the turtle in the urn.