?Sima Qiong has been sitting on the highest tower in the north corner of the palace.

For this splendid palace, he is just a non-existent person.

All the extravagance here has nothing to do with him.

Jingyang Palace has never been without the worship of the palace and the people in the palace.

More than 100 years ago, there was even a scandal that caused a big storm.

The one who succeeded in greening the emperor at that time, became the enshrined of the old king next door, and is still locked in Jingyang Palace's Highness Suppressing Demon.

Of course, all of this has nothing to do with Sima Qiong.

He knew the plans of the deceased old emperor.

Although he is a square man, he is not stupid.

It is impossible for a stupid person to get to where he is now.

The wind chimes along the corners jingled in the wind.

This quiet voice seems to be just ridiculing the noise of the wind, which makes people feel calm.

Sima Qiong's heart was equally calm.

Even in the current capital, like sitting on a powder keg, it could be bombed to the sky at any time.

Jingle Bell···!

The sound of the sudden wind chimes suddenly became urgent.

It's like someone is deliberately teasing it.

That originally natural and comfortable voice suddenly became violent and a little harsh.

Sima Qiong stood up, a simple, seemingly just gilded long stick in his hand.

call···!

A long wind blew, and a woman with white hair and black clothes appeared directly opposite Sima Qiong.

"It's you?" Sima Qiong slightly changed color.

No matter how decent people are, there will be a past that cannot be touched and cannot be recalled.

Because people are people after all, and people make mistakes.

The Buddha said that there are eighteen levels of hells, all of which are guilty of wrong people.

It's just that if you really follow that rule, I'm afraid no one in this world is innocent, no one is wronged, and all living beings are sinful.

Perhaps this is also a kind of subtle intimidation of Buddhism to sentient beings?

The white-haired and black-clothed woman looked at Sima Qiong resentfully, with an indescribably complicated expression.

"Qian Lang, we have been apart for many years, and now... are you okay?" The woman with white hair and black clothes stared at Sima Qiong, her eyes gradually becoming greedy.

Sima Qiong only felt uncomfortable.

The white-haired and black-clothed woman is the Vine Girl of the Chihuo Dao. In the past, her husband died at the hands of Sima Qiong.

Outsiders all thought that killing the righteous man by mistake was a lifelong shock for Sima Qiong.

He also has a lot of guilt for the vine girl, so he has maintained it for many years.

Only the two have ghosts in their hearts and know that things are not simple.

"Back then, I was ashamed of Brother Bai, I had an affair with you, and I was accidentally found out by him, which made him go crazy and die in a hurry. At that time, you and I were concerned about our reputation and hid this matter, just as it was me for a while. I didn't notice, I was deceived, I killed the righteous man by mistake, and I have been imprisoned in Jingyang Palace for many years." Sima Qiong took a deep breath, and finally said this old story.

"It's just, it's wrong to be wrong! How can it be wrong again and again?" Sima Qiong's eyes gradually became firm.

"As long as the term ends, I will tell the world the truth, and then return to Jingyang Palace to receive punishment..."

After he finished speaking, he glanced at the rattan girl again, and then added: "But...you can relax, I will not make you embarrassed. Externally, I will only say that I have a coveted heart for you, Between you and me, there is still innocence..."

"Oh! Innocence? Back then, Xiaoyuan Mountain, Zhanhua Valley, greed for joy, and opened ten in a row. What innocence can you and I have?" In spite of the wickedness, her beautiful face contained strange madness, and she questioned Sima Qiong in a sharp tone.

"If you really feel that you owe me, then let me enter the palace." Taking a deep breath, the Fujinv said to Sima Qiong like this.

Sima Qiong frowned and said, "You also believe that the Yasukuni Palace has the inheritance of the Daoist Heavenly King?"

"What does it matter if it's true or false? How did the grandfather of Jingyang Palace in the past rise from a worthless little person to become a hero of the world, but he has always been a mystery. The means of your Jingyang Palace. , Although it does not correspond to the method of the legendary Dao Shi Tianwang, it inherits the Taoism of the ancient Sun View. Everyone knows that the Sun View was destroyed by the Dao Shi Tianwang." The Fujinv said in a clear and plausible manner.

If Feng Linwen listened to this inference, he would definitely think...how can there be so many coincidences in the world.

Then immediately ran away, changing other ways to pretend to beep.

Sima Qiong was slightly silent.

Then shook his head: "I'm sorry! I still can't let you in."

"Responsibility lies..."

The Vine Girl suddenly giggled, and her voice suddenly changed softly: "You probably don't know yet, you still have a son."

"What?" Sima Qiong was surprised.

Then he caught a strand of hair thrown by Fujinv.

With just a little sense, Sima Qiong can clearly feel that this is his bloodline, his descendant.

"Your son is now being held by others. Someone wants me to break into the palace, tear open the gap, and make the fake real." The Fujinv's expression suddenly turned cold, like an eternal ice.

Perhaps this is her truest inner world.

Holding that strand of hair in his hand, Sima Qiong fell into a dilemma.

Principles are intertwined with guilt and family affection, making it difficult for him to make a choice.

The decisiveness and unselfishness of the past seemed to be defeated at this time.

"Who captured our son?" Sima Qiong asked in a slightly hoarse voice.

The rattan girl said: "Zhan'er is just my child, you just provided the conditions for him to take shape."

"If you are really good for him, don't ask more."

Sima Qiong's complexion changed several times, and he took out a strange, snake-like dagger from his arms and handed it to the Vine Girl.

"You can use it to stab my Fengfu acupoint, and you will be able to break through my Jin Chanyi and body protection." After saying that, he opened his hands, closed his eyes, and waited for the attack.

The vine girl was holding a dagger, and her complexion changed again and again, sometimes tender and sweet, sometimes hideous and terrifying.

Just before the dagger that was flickering with cold light was about to pierce into Sima Qiong's body.

Suddenly brisk applause ~lightnovelpub.net~ sounded aside.

"I just wanted to say hello to Mr. Sima by the way. I never thought I would hear such a big show. It's really surprising!" come out.

Don't see that every joint in this person's body is shaking, and he is out of tune.

However, he is a direct disciple of the Bashan Sword Emperor. With one-handed swordsmanship, he already has the three successes of the Bashan Sword Emperor.

30%... Such a ratio, placed on Bashan Sword Emperor, is by no means derogatory.

"It's you?" Seeing the person coming, whether it was Sima Qiong or Vine Girl, they all relaxed.

Some people look righteous and awe-inspiring, but in fact they are full of male thieves and female prostitutes.

And some people, although not serious, are actually loyal people.

The name of the ruffian swordsman Hou Yong, Sima Qiong and Fujinv, are still known.