[comprehensive] superior skills

Overnight, Rende Temple, which has been painstakingly built by successive kings and passed down for thousands of years, was burned to the ground by a sudden fire.

Inside and outside the ruined walls, the people who suddenly heard the bad news all put on plain clothes, knelt down to weep and chant Buddhist scriptures for the unfortunate old lord who died.

Amidst the sound of mourning and weeping, the palace guards who were originally holding swords and shields unloaded their weapons and carried the coffin and walked slowly, their solemn and solemn faces were also full of sadness.

The people kneeling on both sides of the road consciously took a step back, making way for the old lord to return to the palace.

Immediately behind the coffin was an elegant prince riding a tall horse. Even though he had tried his best to conceal it, his bloodshot and tired eyes could easily reveal the infinite sorrow in his heart.

"Grandfather!"

A thin and thin child rushed towards the coffin, but was hugged tightly by the servants.

Prince Peacock turned around and looked at his little nephew, who was still crying and could be blown away by a gust of wind, "Send Bianji back. His body is too weak to last until the state funeral ends."

"Yes, Your Royal Highness."

The maid who received the order picked up the little emperor and grandson, got into the carriage decorated with white veils, and quietly withdrew from the escort team.

In an unnoticed corner, Song Ci and Hua Manlou, who had changed their appearances again, watched from afar the Peacock Prince, who looked like a king of a country, "The poor old master of the country tried his best, but in the end, he still made wedding clothes for others."

As expected, the small courtyard where the two stayed had already been turned into smoke along with the Rende Temple, but the Jade Buddha in the guest room had disappeared.

If they hadn't placed the old lord's body properly, they would almost have thought that what happened last night was an illusion caused by a drunken dream.

Hua Manlou also felt emotional, "A country cannot be without a king for a day, presumably the day when Prince Peacock ascends the throne is just around the corner."

"Do you think he will ascend the throne smoothly?"

Song Ci smiled lightly: "I'm afraid that apart from the dead old lord, there is another person who would rather turn into a ghost than let him get his wish."

"You mean..."

Hua Manlou thought for a while, "Another fellow traveler of ours."

Song Ci nodded, "I don't think he will waste the face bestowed by God."

It was only a short meeting just now, but it was enough for the two of them to see the exotic face of the little Huangsun, especially he has the same deep eye sockets as Yu Tianbao.

The so-called blood inheritance, no one can deny the kinship between the three generations of grandparents and grandchildren even with just these eyes, not to mention that they have extremely similar facial features.

In comparison, Prince Peacock's facial contours are too soft, maybe in the past he could use his mother as an excuse to get away with it, but what will happen when he stands with Yu Tianbao.

Thinking of this, Hua Manlou smiled at her, "I think we should enter the palace immediately."

"You want to help Yu Tianbao?" Song Ci asked.

"Do not."

Hua Manlou looked at the gradually disappearing carriage, "I want to save another bloodline for my father to help the old lord."

No matter what happened in the past, he hoped that the old man who had known Peach Blossom Castle for decades could smile at Jiuquan.

He also believed that if his father was here, he would not reject the old king's last wish.

A secluded palace in Khan Fort.

This was originally the residence of the first heir to the throne, the eldest prince and his wife. Unfortunately, things have changed and people have changed. The bedroom without its owner has long since lost its bright and beautiful appearance when it was first built.

At the end of the dilapidated corridor, there is only one palace guard guarding the door, the maid who just brought back the little emperor's grandson, Bianji.

The worried maid raised her eyes for a while, and suddenly found a doctor with a food box coming around in the path ahead.

"Physician Song."

The maid hastily saluted, "I wonder what important matter the Song imperial doctor has?"

Everyone in the palace knew that this doctor from the Middle Earth was not only highly skilled in medicine, but also the biological father of Princess Peacock, so he must not be neglected.

Song Wencao smiled lovingly, "I heard the princess said that the little emperor's grandson was suffering from heat and convulsions, so she specially boiled a bowl of medicine and brought it here."

The maid gave another salute excitedly, "Thank you, Imperial Physician Song, for your kindness! I thought it would be inappropriate to cause trouble during the state funeral, so I just gave the little grandson some ordinary pills, and he just fell asleep."

"It's okay, it's okay."

Song Wencao patted the food box lightly, "This medicine is neither cold nor hot, we just go in and feed him quietly, and keep the medicine until the illness is cured."

After being accepted by the imperial physician Song, the joyful maid immediately led the visitor into the little master's bedroom.

There was not even a servant girl in the empty room, only a faint incense for calming the nerves was lit.

Benji, who was sleeping in the bed tent, looked weak, and there was a fine layer of sweat on his forehead.

The maid hugged the little master distressedly, first wiped off the sweat on his neck, and then took the medicine bowl from Doctor Song's hand.

Before entering the mouth, she tasted the taste as usual, and confirmed that the temperature was really suitable and the slight sweetness was delivered to the little master's mouth.

Seeing the sleeping child unconsciously swallowing the potion, Song Wencao had a weird smile on his lips, "Yes, you'll be fine after drinking it."

At some point, two footsteps that were light enough to be mistaken for fallen leaves appeared at the door of the room.

A man with a gentle voice said lightly, "Master Song, you are prescribing medicines again."

Another ethereal female voice followed with a smile and said, "It's still a prescription for death."

"Who made a mistake here?!"

Song Wencao turned around sharply, squinting at the young man and woman who seemed to have fallen from the sky in front of him, "Who are you, how dare you break into the Hanhai King's Palace!"

There was a sudden change, and the maid who was holding the little emperor's grandson smashed the medicine bowl with a scream, and hid behind the bed curtain scrambling.

"The younger generation received the great kindness of the senior many years ago, and now I am here to repay one or two."

Hua Manlou took a step forward, "Could it be that the genius doctor Song has done so much good that he can't recognize his old friend?"

"Old friend?!"

Song Wencao said with a cold smile, "The dead people I've seen the most in my life! Are you also in a hurry to die?"

As he spoke, he slid out a soft sword with a blade as thin as frost from his sleeve, "You bastard who pretends to be a fool, you have the guts to report your name!"

"Mice?"

Song Ci sneered and said: "If the world talks about the heroes of the mouse generation, I'm afraid no one would dare to rank in front of Song's genius doctor."

As soon as she finished speaking, she clapped her hands remorsefully, and said in Hua Manlou's smiling eyes: "It's ridiculous! Maybe there is one person who deserves it, and that is your brother!"

Song Wencao's expression was condensed, "There are not many people in this world who know my brother, but their fate is the same."

"so what?"

Hua Manlou returned to her original voice, "What you couldn't do 20 years ago, do you think you still have a chance in 20 years?"

"It's really you!"

Song Wencao laughed self-deprecatingly, "I hate that I was tricked by you in Peach Blossom Castle that day! You are worthy of Hua Ruling's son, and you can pretend to be indifferent in the face of life-and-death hatred! It's like when I kidnapped you and fled , he still sent people to chase after him!”

He knew that this duel would be more or less ominous, so he deliberately stirred up the past to disturb the opponent's mind, so as to win a chance for himself.

Hua ManLou was unmoved, "Even if my father is willing to let you live, what is the point of living like this?"

"Interesting, of course interesting!"

Song Wencao laughed wildly when he heard the words: "Especially when I went to Peach Blossom Castle to see you, a unique little blind man made by me! But Hua Ruling still regards me as a best friend and asks for anything. The most interesting thing?!"

After he had a long laugh, Hua Manlou sighed softly: "Iron Shoes, you are old."

Song Wencao's expression froze, "What did you say?!"

"I said you are old."

Hua Manlou looked at him with pity, "Only an old man can be immersed in the glory of the past. You are old, but I am in my prime. Do you think you still have a chance to win?"

Song Wencao's chest heaved violently like a twitching bellows, "You are right, fists are afraid of being young. But my sword has not aged with its master, it has been soaked in blood for more than 20 years, and I always remember that your blood is How sweet!"

Song Wencao flew up as he spoke, and shouted loudly, "I'm going to feed it for the last time today!"

Wrapped in cold killing intent, the sword edge whispered, piercing the enemy's chest like a swimming dragon.

Hua ManLou didn't move, she only stuck out two fingers when the cold light flashed.

The already unparalleled Lingxi Yizhi has been blessed with 60 years of skill, how can it be rivaled by a mortal object that cuts iron like mud.

Hua Manlou's two fingers intertwined lightly, and the sword that cut iron like mud really melted away like scattered sand and fell to the ground with a rustling sound.

"How could this be?!"

Holding the bare hilt of the sword, Song Wencao roared with a twisted face, "I'll kill you without a sword!"

"But I will not kill an old man without a sword."

Hua Manlou tapped his acupoints and said: "Iron shoes, if you do many wrongdoings, you will die yourself. I hope you will take care of yourself in the future."

"I don't accept it! I didn't lose to you!"

Song Wencao screamed wildly, spat out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground convulsively.

Song Ci, who was watching the battle from the sidelines, stepped forward and turned over his body, "Oh, I told you that you are too old to accept your old age, and your blood vessels burst."

She got up and wiped the dust off her hands, "The iron shoes are overpowering and trying to forcefully break through the acupoints, coupled with the reverse flow of Qi and blood, this time there is really no cure."

In the past, maybe he could still be raised in the palace as a daughter, but I am afraid that no one will take care of this living dead soon.

"What about this."

Hua Manlou looked down at the enemy who was bleeding from seven orifices and lay paralyzed at his feet, neither joy nor sorrow in his heart.

The palace maid huddled at the foot of the bed almost fainted, she could only hug the little master tightly, staring in panic at the strong man who refused to leave until now.

"You are too tired, go to sleep."

After hugging the unconscious little grandson from the arms of the limp maid, Song Ci fed him a pill that really cured the disease and detoxified, "There is a poison in the womb, if it is a little later, I am afraid that this child will only be able to die." Lying half dead like iron shoes."

Now that the two have changed their situation, it can only be said that the retribution is not good.

"The emperor's grandson is saved, presumably the old king's spirit in heaven should also rest in peace."

Hua Manlou found a blanket to wrap the iron shoe, and placed him in an abandoned warehouse, "After tonight, everything will come to a conclusion."

Song Ci asked him, "Do you think Yu Tianbao will do something tonight?"

Hua Manlou, who had untied the heart demon, seemed to laugh even more, "No one can understand what he is thinking better than me. Even if it is not for the throne, he will never allow that destined enemy to take away anything that belongs to him. s things."

"Only relying on one's own strength?"

Song Ci suddenly felt that Yu Tianbao was a crazier person than the Iron Shoes Thief, "I'd rather be a piece of jade than a tile. I think he also deserves the word jade."

Hua Manlou looked at the darkening sky and said, "I don't know if he likes this jade character, but I know he definitely doesn't like Prince Peacock very much."

It was night, and the Khan's palace in Ningchang was hung with plain white.

In the middle of the mourning hall is the coffin of the old lord, and on both sides are the civil and military ministers and clan children of the Hanhai Kingdom kneeling.

Enshrined in front of the coffin is the Jade Buddha, the most precious treasure of the Hanhai Kingdom, which is related to the succession of the throne, and in front of the Jade Buddha is the only remaining adult blood of the old king, the Peacock Prince.

Behind the prince, the peacock princess and several concubines left behind by the old lord when he was young were kneeling in turn.

Although Rende Temple was destroyed, most of the monks in the temple escaped by chance, and now they stay in the palace to perform crimes and perform meritorious deeds through the prince's compassion of not wanting to add to the killing, praying for the old lord's salvation.

As if tears had been shed in the daytime, only the crackling and cracking sound of the peacock prince throwing the ghost paper into the brazier and the echoes of monks chanting scriptures outside the palace remained in the huge palace.

Compared to Princess Peacock, who had a look of sadness or excitement, the other concubines looked mournful, as if it was not the old lord who was about to be buried in the loess, but himself.

At this moment, a gust of evil wind came from nowhere, suddenly rolled up the soul-inducing banner hanging at the entrance of the main hall, and ignited the flames with a bang along with the white lantern.

"Quick, put out the fire!"

The frightened monks were in a mess, and the guards outside the hall didn't care whether they would bump into the old lord, and hurriedly chopped off the two burning things with their blades to prevent the fire from spreading to the mourning hall.

"This, but the soul of the old country lord persists?"

"Xuan, there was an unknown fire for no reason."

"What should we do? Could it be that the Buddha saw that we had sinned and we failed to protect Master Xuanzang's treasure?"

Hearing the whispers of the ministers in the hall, Prince Peacock beckoned to call the guards, "It's getting late, please order Yin, the left and right generals, Uncle Wang and others to rest first, and the princess and I can keep watch alone."

The guards who bowed to the order were about to retreat when they suddenly heard a dull crashing sound amidst the din of the main hall.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

There was silence for a while, and everyone's eyes were focused on the extremely heavy golden nanmu coffin.

The night wind blows, and the chill is threatening.

What made people tremble more than the cold was the sound of the closer and closer impact.

The Peacock Prince stood up from the futon and said in a mournful voice, "Father, do you have a wish unfulfilled?"

As soon as he finished asking this sentence, the lights in the hall were completely extinguished, leaving only the cold moonlight shining faintly in front of the coffin.

In the darkness, the heavy coffin lid crashed to the ground.

An old man in Chinese clothes with a pale complexion and blood and tears in his eyes slowly sat up from the coffin, stretched out his scorched and withered hands, pointed to the only figure standing in the center of the hall, and whispered: "Peacock, my son, come to father!" Come to the king..."

The author has something to say:

Song Ci: This is really not a ghost story. =, =

Cute, cute~~