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read2();　　On the night of the ninth day of the first lunar month, some people cried and some died. It was extremely long, but by dawn, everything gradually calmed down and the dust settled.

　　 Baidi Palace, in the imperial garden, Zhao Yu knelt by the red candle alone, his face solemn, and the three cinnabar avenues on his brows were shining under the rays of light, shining with indescribable majesty.

There are still patches of snowflakes falling above the sky, and then Liang's burly body, against the snow, stepped from the outside under the heavenly grounded Xuantianmu, came to Zhao Yu's back, also knelt down, and spoke softly. :

　　 "Your Majesty, the rounds of Wanjian Mountain and Shenjing City in the Metropolitan City are temporarily over."

　　The magnetic sound of broken beams fell, and Zhao Yu’s young voice came from the front:

　　 "Broken, talk to me about the specific situation."

　　 Then Liang Po nodded, and the voice continued:

"His Majesty, Shan Wenbai and his wife have already killed themselves in the kitchen. Before death, he only ordered a bowl of noodles and did not do the rest. Sitian Tower has organized the most experienced monks overnight. Dissecting Shan Wenbo’s body."

　　 After Liang Po finished this sentence, he paused and continued to speak:

　　 "Shan Wenbai died in an unimaginable backlash. His body was an ordinary person with no cultivation skills, and his wife was poisoned."

"That great master or an ordinary person, I had long expected it, because in the capital city, under the cover of mountains and seas, it is impossible for any monk to hide, and Yizang has been for so many years, not to mention, Shan Wen Bai is still prematurely in the Palace of Emperor Ji."

　　 Zhao Yu’s voice contained a hint of coldness, because the darkness that was hidden deep under the light of the capital city was enough to make anyone horrified.

　　 On the side of the couch, how can you allow others to sleep soundly!

It is true that Shan Wenbai’s patience is good enough that he has been operating silently for so many years and will not give up, but the emergence of Zhao Yu and the great changes that it has brought about have deeply stimulated this former national teacher. , If he hasn't taken any action yet, then there is no chance to make another move.

The game between the two sides is like the next game is a one-sided chess game, and Daxia entering the new era has too much advantage. Shan Wenbai wants to complete the illusory dream of restoring the country, it is extremely difficult, so the home and the end It's the Qi orifices rushing into blood, and death disappears.

In fact, Zhao Yu’s heart did not cause much disturbance to the death of the Great National Master, because in his opinion, this is a matter of course. With the popularity of the defensive stone towers, these so-called former survivors will not It's only a matter of time to be arrested or killed in any place to shelter.

　　 However, the means possessed by the Great National Master caused the young emperor to fall into thinking. After a short time of thinking, Zhao Yu's steady voice continued to resound under the Xuantian Wood:

"For people like Da Guo Shi, the corpse can tell us more. Based on the information obtained before, the former royal family of the Ying clan inherited the magical powers as Shuiyue Jinghua. In addition to having the powerful powers that replicate the rest of the magical powers In addition, it can also form a self-cultivation person in the mirror, similar to another body.

　　 "However, in the battlefield of Nanban, the Great Master died a body and a person in the mirror."

　　 "Your Majesty, the dead body of the Nanban battlefield is a dead body that has long since died."

　　 After Zhao Yu's figure fell, Liang Po opened his mouth and gently reminded, then Zhao Yu, who was still kneeling in front of the lamp, nodded and continued to open his mouth:

　　 "So the inherited magical powers hidden by the Jiang family, the great master of the former dynasty, should be similar to the means of rebirth. These former survivors are really centipedes, dead and not stiff."

　　 The young emperor let out a sigh. For a dynasty that has a long history, even if the country has died, its methods are still endless, but for Zhao Yu, if he wants to expand outward, a stable rear is essential.

　　 "Your Majesty, this time, the minister promised that this great teacher cannot die again."

　　Liang Po’s report sounded with a rare firmness, and then Zhao Yu turned around and looked at the bright bald head of the former under the candlelight. Suddenly the corner of his mouth twitched, a chuckle, and he continued to speak:

"In the end, Shan Wenbai still thought about going to the top of Wanjian Mountain to die, trying to get Jin Chan out of his shell, and by the way, let Murong He and I have an enmity, but I didn't find it happy, but I didn't expect that my people came to Guangzhou earlier than him. Yucheng, and Murong He could not let the chance of sanctification, and directly cut the man in his mirror to death.

"If before my ascension to the throne, the wide area city to the capital city, the fastest news is almost a daylight scene, his method may be successful, and now, even if it is the angry beast army, I can come to Guangxi in an instant. Yucheng, so Shan Wenbai actually lost to this new era."

　　 Zhao Yu’s voice is still calm and indifferent, but he expresses the cruelty under the road to the fullest. No matter how ingenious and meticulous you are, under the generational difference, it is all futile and destined to be eliminated like a big wave.

　　 Zhao Yu’s voice is steady and indifferent, but he expresses the cruelty under the road to the fullest. No matter how talented and meticulous you are, under the generational difference, it is all futile and is destined to be eliminated mercilessly.

　　 Above the vast land of China, no matter how long the night is, even the three-year-long night of the northern snowfields will finally usher in the dawn.

　　 Therefore, after the two masters and servants who depended on each other since they were young, the first ray of light gradually appeared in the night sky in the east of Shenjing City.

　　 Dawn pierced the darkness, Liang Po raised his head, looked at Zhao Yu's not broad shoulders, and continued to speak gently:

"Your Majesty, on the top of Wanjian Mountain, Murong He released the Qinglian sword energy that was originally used for sanctification, and once again closed the door for the saint, while Sima Annan and the angry beast army had a little friction with the sword pavilion disciples, those disciples were a little excited. Do you want Dire Division to pass?"

"The disciple of the sword pavilion did not participate in the Qianlong Secret Realm, so he became more arrogant. Jian Xiu has always been like this. Let Sima Annan make trouble. He has a sense of measure. But for Wanjian Pavilion, I have a hunch that Murong He's ability is far more than that, maybe Maybe he can do miracles.

　　 "And the opportunity I am looking for may be there!"

　　 After Zhao Yuyu finished, he directly looked up at the void above. Above the vast land of China, he could sense two faintly calling for opportunities, one for the north and one for the south.

　　 Northern Glass City, the Saintess of Icefield!

　　South Wanjian Mountain, Muronghe!

　　 "Your Majesty, You Tingjian, Shangshu, the original Ministry of Ritual, has been taken into custody in the White Emperor Palace. Would you like to meet?"

　　 "No need."

　　 A faint response came from Zhao Yu's mouth, then he stood up, stretched out his hand to pat the grass clippings on his knees, and walked slowly outside the imperial garden in the morning, leaving only a calm voice around the place:

　　 "Today's first early dynasty in the 90th year of the Great Xia calendar, I took You Tingjian directly to the dynasty, and I will interrogate with the six ministries, cabinet, three divisions, and hundreds of civil and military officials!"