The white moonlight dressed as the Demon Sword Sovereign

The human realm, the palace.

It was late at night, and the palace servants entered the palace, cut off the wick, and turned on the candle.

The emperor of the Xuanyuan Dynasty is over half a hundred years old, and he looks like he is still in his prime, with black hair, bright eyes, and straight eyebrows like swords.

The wind and rain were about to come outside, and the strong wind blew the shadows of the trees. He was still reviewing the memorial in the hall, and he didn't feel tired at all.

Of the memorials on the table, the pile of unapproved ones gradually decreased, while the pile of approved ones gradually increased.

The expression on the emperor's face stretched out. He felt that he had worked hard to govern these years. The people in the rule lived and worked in peace and contentment, the weather was smooth, there was no war, and he did not live up to the position under him.

He can't go to Kunlun's succession ceremony in person. The team he sent should have already presented the congratulatory gifts. I hope that the coming year will be smooth and rainy, with the protection of the gods, and the ancestors' foundation will be stable and long. Emboldened.

After approving the last memorial, the emperor put down the vermilion pen, raised his hand and pressed the center of his eyebrows.

The moment he closed his eyes, a gust of wind blew up in the hall, instantly extinguishing all the lights in the hall.

The emperor in the bright yellow dragon robe put down his hands, and raised his head to look towards the door as if feeling something.

Lightning flashed across the sky, illuminating the long night and the two figures standing outside the threshold of Qinzheng Hall.

"You——" the emperor was terrified, his heart was beating wildly, and he fell backwards involuntarily, with thunder in his ears.

The eldest brother and the third younger brother, who had died 30 years ago, stood outside the threshold. They were still young, wearing silver armor, one with dozens of arrows stuck in his body, and the other had half of his neck cut off, his hair was loose, and his face was bleeding. look at him.

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The emperor fell ill.

The high fever persisted, and he couldn't sleep at night. He said "the wronged soul is taking his life".

Knowing who the emperor said was the wronged soul who came to ask for his life, the queen gritted her teeth and took the prince to pay homage to the imperial mausoleum.

The imperial concubine is not qualified to go with her, but she still has to show concern at this time, so she turned her head and went to the temple outside the palace to worship.

The Xuanyuan Dynasty is the same as other places in the mortal world, everyone has their own beliefs, and there is no interference.

The imperial concubine's ceremonial car came to the Huguo Temple, where the incense was at its peak, and the young and handsome but superb abbot personally accompanied him.

He enshrined the scriptures handwritten by the imperial concubine in front of the Buddha, and accompanied her to offer incense, and then the two of them retreated to the left and right, strolling in the ancient temple full of pines and cypresses.

The noble concubine's gorgeous skirt was dragged on the ground, and she brushed away the flower branches protruding from the wall with her plain hands: "...Your Majesty, when he came to power, he killed his brother and imprisoned his father, so I feel guilty."

The handsome host, dressed in plain white, was walking beside her. Hearing this, he smiled slightly, but didn't say a word.

The imperial concubine withdrew her hand, a trace of disdain appeared in her eyes, "Your Majesty is old after all."

After death, there is only one journey to the underworld, how can one come back?The theory of ghosts and ghosts is nothing more than strange powers and chaos, and to be able to reach the highest position in the world, who has not had blood on their hands?From being an exotic dancer to the present, she has killed many people.

The young-looking abbot accompanied her all the way, and never made any response to her outrageous words, only answered the imperial concubine's question when she would be able to conceive, asking her to wait patiently and let nature take its course, and then respectfully One of the most honorable women in this dynasty was sent away.

Back in the palace, the imperial concubine visited the emperor who was still groggy, fed him the medicine with her own hands, made sure that the fact that she went to the temple to pray for him had reached the ears of the queen, and returned to her bedroom with satisfaction.

It was night, and the wind was blowing again.

The imperial concubine sat in front of the mirror to comb her hair after washing, but she lowered her head to pick up the silver comb that had accidentally dropped, and when she looked up again, she saw countless ghost images in the mirror:

There was the concubine Shu who was poisoned to death by her, the beauty who was hanged to death by her, the concubine who was drugged by her and died of dystocia, and the palace servants, guards, and imperial physicians who died in her hands over the years...

All looked at her bloody.

The imperial concubine was so frightened that she threw away the comb in her hand and let out a shrill scream.

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The emperor and the noble concubine had accidents one after another, and the queen had nothing to do, so she sent someone to Kunlun for help.

At the same time, the prince sent a letter to his aunt who married to Yaochi: "The music of the Yaochi piano can fill the world with turbidity, and Aunt Wanwang will help."

Human realm, Yongling.

As the ancient capital of the two dynasties, Yongling City was extremely romantic, and the gloomy clouds in the imperial capital had nothing to do with it. After nightfall, lights and boats flowed on the Yongling River, and red pink rouge sang and laughed on the river for thousands of years.

Wuling was young and quarreled, and there were countless red silks, and countless people spent a lot of money to meet famous prostitutes on the river.

However, those who come to the Yongling River today, enter the boat, and want to see the famous eight famous prostitutes, are doomed to be disappointed.

"Young Master Liang, Miss Qin Yuan won't see any guests today, so please come back another day."

"Master Zhao, my girl is really inconvenient today, please forgive me."

No matter which painting workshop they set foot on, the eight beautiful ladies in Yongling seemed to have made an appointment to thank guests behind closed doors, but they treated literati, poets, princes and nobles equally.

Seeing this, the people who wanted to kiss Fangze had no choice but to silence their drums and disperse. When they were accompanied by other girls in the boat, they couldn't help thinking: Why did those eight Huakui ladies disappear at the best time of business? people?

Those mothers who fell into the eyes of money were able to let them go.

On the river with flowing water and floating lights, a gorgeous painting boat goes down the water quietly, and the lanterns hanging on the boat are gently swaying in the evening wind.

In the spacious room, the eight famous Yongling prostitutes who never appeared on the same occasion and had to be ranked first and last in everything quietly bowed their heads, knelt in front of the young man in red sitting in the room, and said in unison: : "Subordinates refer to the young master."

The young man in red raised his eyelids, and the small red mole on his right eye was hidden in it. The eight girls kneeling on the ground were already extremely coquettish and stunning in the world, but they were completely suppressed in front of him.

"Get up."

"Yes."

It is none other than Chu Yiyang who is in the painting boat and takes up the stunning beauty of Yongling Mausoleum.

The Qinlou Chu Pavilion on the Yongling River, where water and fire are incompatible, and the struggle is endless, is all the property of the Acacia Sect.

In order to manage the area under the jurisdiction well and understand what is happening in the area under the jurisdiction, it is necessary to set up an intelligence base.

The famous prostitutes on the Yongling River have always been selected from the peripheral disciples of the Hehuan Sect. Even if they are only peripheral disciples, such aptitude and means are enough to ascertain the information they want from the customers who come and go.

The eight people kneeling on the ground have changed their demeanor since they entered the painting boat, and there is no trace of arrogance.

Although they are sought after by thousands of people on the Yongling River, it is difficult for ordinary people to see each other, but they are just the most ordinary peripheral disciples in the Hehuan Sect.

Seeing the young master, they didn't dare to raise their heads from the beginning to the end. They didn't stand up straight until they said "get up" and looked at the young master sitting in the painting boat. Afterwards, they felt crushed from the realm of cultivation, aptitude to appearance. Compressive compression.

Chu Yiyang sent a letter to the door, and he got a reply earlier than he expected, so he was still in Yaochi before leaving Kunlun Sword Sect.

The reply letter from the door mentioned that there was nothing abnormal in all the jurisdictions, only Yongling City had a change, and he was the closest to here in the Kunlun Sword Sect, so I asked him to come and check.

Right now, the peripheral disciples in charge of information in Yongling City are already here, and Chu Yiyang listened to them report the changes in the city one by one.

After listening to it, he found that the changes in Yongling City were really similar to what happened at the succession ceremony.

Up above, the prefect’s wife saw her daughter who died young, and her depression healed without any medicine. No amount of accidental explanations can cover up the sudden increase in the number of sudden deaths.

Because the Acacia Sect's eyeliner also includes cosmetics, powder, embroidery and other businesses, so they know about these things from the boudoir affairs of the rich and powerful, to the windfalls of traffickers and pawns.

There are really changes everywhere, and there are problems everywhere.

Listening to their report, Chu Yiyang tapped lightly on the table with his slender fingers: "Tracing back to the source, the initial change was before the Kunlun Succession Ceremony."

Hearing his words, Qin Yuan, who was standing in the middle, pleaded guilty: "It's the subordinates who are useless and didn't notice it in time."

"It's not your fault." After she finished speaking, she heard the young master's voice sounding indifferently, and when she looked up, she saw that the young master's eyes did not fall on her, but seemed to be looking at a certain place in the sky, "Seeing my loved one again, Even if the yin and yang are separated, we must hide it and cherish this moment of reunion."

What happened first was that the ancestors and close relatives of the family returned one night and brought good fortune. If it was like the following, the dead soul's obsession was to come back for revenge, and the basic situation was dire, so we couldn't hide it.

Hearing what he said, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Thinking of the rumors that even the emperor who was protected by dragon energy in the imperial capital fell ill, and the noble concubine died suddenly, this time the change in the world may not be a trivial matter.

Just as I was thinking about it, I heard the young master ask again: "What about the other thing I asked you to investigate?"

"I found it." This time it was another beautiful woman who answered him, "The magic repair that the young master is looking for has chartered a painting boat on the Yongling River in the past few days, and hired the girl in my building to listen to it every day. Qu, never left."

On the Yongling River, in a small painting boat, Yan Xun, dressed in green, was sitting on the Arhat bed, with one hand supporting the armrest, and the other hand playing with a small golden hairpin. The two bells made beautiful sounds as he played.

Under the painting boat, a black giant python dived into the deep black river, with its head on the bottom of the boat, moving forward quietly with the painting workshop.

Under the cover of night, no one on the Yongling River found such a magic python in the water, otherwise there would never be such joyous singing and laughing on the river.

The woman playing the pipa in the painting workshop was just pretty and pretty, and she didn't have the slightest cultivation in her body. She was just an ordinary person who could play the pipa well.The most outstanding of her facial features is her pair of eyes, which can often seduce people when she looks at the guests while playing music.

It's just that she looked at Yan Xun, but this gentleman with noble temperament and handsome appearance only cared about the gold hairpin in his hand and didn't look at himself at all.

After Yan Lang came to the Yongling River for a few days, he kept her alone for a few days, and it was like this every time.

She knew that she was not outstanding in appearance, so she should have been satisfied, but she couldn't help wanting to be more special, wanting Yan Lang's eyes to stay on her, to be watched by him, as if she was his only true love.

She looked at the golden hairpin and bit her lower lip slightly.

This hairpin looks like it belongs to a woman, but I don't know if it is Yan Lang's confidante?

When his heart was confused, the sound of the piano under his fingers was also confused, which caused Yan Xun who was sitting beside her to look at her, then smiled slightly, and put away the golden bell hairpin.

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Wuling was young and struggling with his head, and there was an unknown number of red ribbons.

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