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A recidivist even dared to break into the imperial city to commit killings, despised the king's law, and despised the court, as if beating the court's face, it was completely lawless.

Without arresting Zhang Ruochen, what is the face of the court?

A moat of the central imperial city opened, with light chains rising from the sky, connecting the sky and the earth, blocking the city and preventing Zhang Ruochen and Ling Feiyu from escaping.

Zhang Ruochen did not intend to escape from the imperial city at this time. After all, everyone thought he would escape. If he did, it would only be more dangerous.

Instead, staying in the Imperial City is relatively safe.

Obviously, Jiezifu can never go back, but can only find another hiding place.

Zhang Ruochen left the seventh city and walked on the snow-covered streets. His mind had long since returned to peace. Even if the fate of the corpse flees, the raising of the ancient ghosts and the driving out of the ancients paid a great price.

Through this battle, if other forces want to deal with him, I'm afraid to weigh it carefully first, if they can bear the price of offending him.

A seven or eight-year-old child sounded on the street: "Dad, look at it, there is a moon in the sky."

"How could there be a moon in such ghost weather ... Well, there is actually a moon, and it seems to be moving." The middle-aged man next to the child felt surprised.

Zhang Ruochen also looked up and saw that, above the dark sky, a bright moon hangs, and the light emitted from it just envelopes a city.

That city ... is the seventh city.

Suddenly, that bright moon actually moved and flew to another city.

Only those who have reached the sacred state can see clearly, that is not a bright moon, but a rather huge mirror.

"Is it the mirror of Confucianism's supreme holy implement?"

Zhang Ruochen's complexion was slightly condensed, and she felt that it was not good.

According to legend, Guizheng Jing can see through all the delusions in the world. Zhang Ruochen's accomplishments on the invisible and thirty-six transformations are not very clever. Once illuminated by Guizheng Jing, I am afraid that the original shape will be revealed instantly.

"In order to arrest Ling Fei and me, the old gentlemen of Confucianism and Dao had used the Supreme Sacred Artifact. It was a big deal."

Guizheng's exploration speed is quite fast. It takes only one breath to explore a city and then enter the next city.

On the ground, there are also troops cooperating with their operations.

After an area of ​​the city was investigated, it was determined that Zhang Ruochen was not hiding in it, and immediately opened a moat to isolate the city.

Such a carpet-like search will not find Zhang Ruochen for a long time.

"The speed of the search is so fast. The person who controls Guizheng must have an amazing level of mental strength. What should I do now?"

Zhang Ruochen's brow frowned, and his heart was quite clear. Once caught, no one could save him.

Where can I hide?

Suddenly, Zhang Ruochen's heart moved, thinking of a place, saying to himself: "Yaochi."

At this moment, a deep and long-term memory emerged in Zhang Ruochen's mind.

Eight hundred years ago, Yaochi was a manor house of the imperial family of the central empire in Qingchi, located on the outskirts of the imperial city. It was also a garden awarded by the Qing Emperor to Princess Chi Yao. Zhang Ruochen and Chi Yao met there for the first time.

Every time the Qing Emperor and the Ming Emperor met, they were also in Yaochi.

Therefore, Yaochi is not as simple as a manor house. It has extraordinary meaning. There, the formation of the Qing Emperor and the Ming Emperor can be used to isolate the outside from peeping and exploring.

The two emperors, both supreme and masters of the two central empires, had many secret talks each time they met. At the same time, Zhang Ruochen and Chi Yao naturally had a lot of opportunities to meet, leaving many good memories in Yao Chi.

If it wasn't necessary, Zhang Ruochen didn't want to go there at all, because the better the memories, the deeper the pain in my heart.

In the end, due to the threat of Guizhenjing, Zhang Ruochen came outside the old manor, stood in the snow, and looked at the door of the manor.

The suburbs of the once imperial city have now become the inner city.

The manor is still the former manor. Even the plaque on the gate has not been changed. Two familiar words are printed on it—Yaochi.

Unfortunately, today's Yaochi is extremely deserted. Even a guard and servant can't see it. On the gate, there are two old seals, which read "No entry" and "No amnesty to kill."

A forbidden area.

The monk passing here looked at the manor with a taboo look, and pulled away from the distance, afraid to approach.

The two seals seemed to seal the secret that the owner of the manor did not want to be revealed. Anyone who broke in would have no pardon.

Zhang Ruochen's gaze was a little deep, and he walked step by step, came out of the gate, and remained silent for a while, so he stretched out a hand and touched the seal.

"Boom."

A mighty force emerged from the seal, causing Zhang Ruochen to fly down, fall into the snow, and roll up the snow.

Zhang Ruochen stood up again, looked at the **** arm, and looked at the two yellowed and worn seals, and said to himself, "Is this a warning?"

Zhang Ruochen took a deep breath, the holy air was moving in the body, and the wound on his arm slowly healed.

Subsequently, Zhang Ruochen walked to the left side of the manor with his hands on his back, detoured for a while, and came to the back door of the manor.

There is no seal at the back door, but there is an enchantment formed by two emperors.

Zhang Ruochen didn't enter Yaochi for the first time. Naturally, he knew how to crack the formation enchantment, and stretched out a finger to draw a pattern on the vermilion gate.

"Squeak."

The formation enchantment retreated, Zhang Ruochen pushed open the door and walked in.

The manor is full of lush yellow weeds with thick snow piled on it. Looking away, you can't see any living creatures, you can only hear the howling wind.

Desolate, run down, without a trace of anger.

The door of memory was opened, and the sight in front of Zhang Ruochen became beautiful, pavilions, pavilions, lake cranes, and white mist bridges, one step at a time.

At this moment, in his ears, as if he could hear the laughter of a boy and a girl, together they practiced swords under the tree, meditated by the lake, and watched the stars and moon on the roof.

Every dilapidated place is a memory.

"Brother Chen, with your talents, you will surely be able to reach the Great Holy Realm in the future and become the next-generation Ming Emperor of the Central Ming Empire. My talent is worse, I may not be able to reach that realm in my life, I am afraid that I cannot take over Chi Qing The throne of the Central Empire. "

"Who says that high talents can cultivate to the Great Holy Realm? You have to know that in history, there are many Great Holy Spirits and deities. In fact, talents are mediocre, but their hearts are extremely powerful."

"Why are you so dead-headed? Can't you tell this princess, don't practice so hard, just need to be the next emperor of Ming Emperor?"

"So it was ... wait a minute, don't go, Yaoyao, I'll tell you again now."

"I don't want to listen anymore!"

...

The figure of the boy and girl gradually went away, disillusioned in front of Zhang Ruochen's eyes, where there was only a moss-covered stone path, and a dead branch and a fallen vine.

Zhang Ruochen shook his head gently, with a bitter smile on the corner of his mouth.

Immediately afterwards, Zhang Ruochen walked into a deserted viewing pavilion. The pavilion was full of spider webs. In the center of the spider web, a chess table was placed.

On the chessboard, there is an unfinished game, with black and white staggered.

In Zhang Ruochen's memory, Emperor Ming brought him to Yaochi three times in total. Each time, he would play this game with Qing Emperor, and every time he would go for three days.

A game of chess, played three times, for a total of nine days, there was no winner.

In front of Zhang Ruochen's eyes, it seems as if Emperor Ming and Qing Emperor are still sitting there. Ming Emperor is holding white and Qing Emperor is holding black. Their expressions are so dignified that every move is like making a big decision.

Zhang Ruochen swept the spider web with his hand, walked over, came to the chess table, and looked at the endgame above.

After a while, Zhang Ruochen's eyes narrowed sharply and said, "No, this is not an endgame ... they have already won the game. White loses, but the Father Emperor loses! How is it possible?"

Zhang Ruochen remembers very clearly that the last time they played chess, they did not decide the winner.

As Qingdi, it is no longer possible to play this game with others.

Then, there is only one possibility. The last time Zhang Ruochen knew was not the last time. When he didn't know, Emperor Ming and Qing Emperor finished the endgame and split the victory.

"So weird chess."

Zhang Ruochen knows chess, but he is not proficient.

Even so, he can see that the second emperor's chess game is quite weird. What is weird, but it can't be said.

"Did the emperor be assassinated by the emperor when he played the last game with the emperor, so he disappeared?"

Zhang Ruochen's hands were tightly squeezed together, giving birth to a strong anger. There was a feeling that the chess in front of him was most likely related to the disappearance of his father.

"Secret chess path, what secret must be hidden. Is it the clue left by the father?"

Zhang Ruochen stretched out his arms ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ want to lift the chess table and put it into the space ring.

However, the chess table is intertwined with the rules of the Holy Word. Each chess piece contains the power of the saint, which is heavier than a mountain.

Zhang Ruochen couldn't even lift the chess table or even pick up a chess piece.

In the end, Zhang Ruochen could only give up, memorize the game, and prepare to find a chess master in the future, perhaps to help him unlock the secret in the game.

This manor was so quiet that Zhang Ruochen gave a chilling feeling.

"Perhaps it really shouldn't be here."

Zhang Ruochen was sitting next to the chess table, where Ming Emperor once sat, feeling lonely physically and mentally, and sighing, he was immersing his spiritual power in the world of Qiankun.

At this moment, he really wanted to find someone to tell the pain in his heart.

The first person to think of it was Huang Yanchen.

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