Is the prince abolished today?

Wei Zhao almost risked his meridians bursting and forcibly opened the acupoints.

Because of the Qingyue Jianxiao that resounded through the mountains.

He remembered that he had heard people say that when the Ghost Beast Sword reached the extremely subtle state of the unity of human and sword, it would emit a Qingyue roar like a dragon's chant.

Ghost Sword...

Wei Zhao's heart trembled.

No wonder, with King Jing's careful thinking, he should have discovered that what he threw was just a fake bait, but instead of retreating, these killers counterattacked even more fiercely.

The reason could only be that the killer who was good at wielding the ghost sword was originally hidden among them, but he didn't notice it.Faced with the real bait, King Jing was naturally reluctant to give up.

But the manpower he arranged in Zixia Temple today is all confidants and soldiers brought back from northern Xinjiang. There is absolutely no way that there is a killer hidden in it. The only variable is——

This answer is so absurd and outrageous that even Wei Zhao, who walked out of the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood, felt palpitations and didn't dare to think about it.

Wei Zhao exerted all his internal strength, walked quickly through the rain, and rushed towards the direction where the sound of the sword chanting came from.The wound on his arm burst again, and Wei Zhao had no time to take care of it.Then, Wei Zhao saw hundreds of killers lying dead on the ground and the snow-robed boy standing in the rain like Shura.

There was blood dripping from the boy's sword, but not a drop of blood was on his robe. Such an exquisite sword technique can only be achieved by the unpredictable ghost sword.The next moment, the young man slowly aimed his sword at the Taoist priest standing outside the encirclement, Chunyu Puppet, and the strange bloodshot eyes he had seen before appeared again.

Wei Zhao seemed to have been hit on the head.

It turned out that the truth turned out to be the case. The truth that made His Majesty feel like a light on his back and could not sleep peacefully at night, the truth that made the civil and military of the whole dynasty fearful and uneasy, the truth that once shrouded the entire imperial city like a shadow, has always been in fact. are hidden in the palace.

No wonder the little prince panicked that he had blood fever. In fact, it was not blood fever at all, but a blood qi rush caused by taking Manjushri for a long time.The little prince's frequent bouts of strange disease may also have something to do with it.

No wonder, there is such a strange and incredibly powerful internal force in the little prince's body, no wonder, the little prince can throw an arrow into the mouth of the pot twenty feet away with "good luck" just by throwing it casually.No wonder, the little prince would take the initiative to come to Zixia Temple to help when everyone was avoiding it. No wonder, the little prince dared to be that dangerous "fake bait" without blinking an eye. The things in Truth Listening are so clear.

No wonder, among the many princes, King Jing treated an unfavored little prince from the previous dynasty very differently. King Jing must have known the real identity of the little prince a long time ago.

In fact, the clues were clearly there long ago, because the identity of that young man was so noble and special, no one had ever doubted it.

However, how could the little prince who was loved by Emperor Wu be the killer of Di Ting?I heard that the process of practicing the ghost sword is like practicing Gu. It is very difficult and painful. It is not an exaggeration to say that she has lost ten layers of skin. Easy to practice?

Now that the little prince is risking his identity to be exposed, he also wants to kill these Di Ting killers and kill Chunyu Gui. Could it be that he has the intention of silence?Or simply do not want to be controlled by King Jing?

For three years, the little prince has been hiding but not revealing. Is it true that he has changed his ways, or has other ambitions?In addition to the part of the Truth Killers controlled by King Jing, is there another part of the Truth Killers hiding in other places?

In just a short moment, countless thoughts and guesses floated up in Wei Zhao's mind, and all the thoughts and guesses were completely disintegrated and turned into nothing when Chunyu Puppet took out the half dragon-shaped jade pendant from his bosom.

How could the jade pendant he gave to the little guy back then be in the hands of this Taoist?Chunyu Gui, why did he choose to take out this jade pendant at this moment?Why did the red-eyed boy change his face when he saw the jade pendant, and the hand holding the sword trembled slightly.

The truth seems to have been revealed, in an even more absurd, outrageous and tragic gesture.

Wei Zhao felt as if his heart was being held by a giant hand, contracted and convulsed, and the low pressure in his lungs made him a little out of breath.

"If Wei Zhao knew that the child who saved his life back then was actually a killer who had blood on his hands, how would he treat His Highness with Wei Zhao's character of jealousy?"

Across the rain curtain and the rumbling thunder, he heard the Taoist gloat and saw the boy's pupils constrict, like a snake being pinched seven inches by someone, his gaze was a little dazed and a little loose.

The dazedness and laxity were like a steel knife, piercing into his atrium fiercely, making his heart ache like suffocation, and he could hardly breathe.He was wrong, he was completely wrong, wrong from the beginning.

He should have thought long ago that he would be able to rescue him in the imperial city where he was listening and watching, and bandage him, heal his wounds, and take care of him until he recovered. How could that little guy be just an ordinary family? son.It was he who was so focused on Southwest, Anshun Prince's Mansion, and Leaving the Palace that he ignored these important details.

Since returning to Beijing, this little guy took the initiative to rub against him time and time again, even at the expense of irritating himself. In fact, he hoped to get warmth and care from his master, but he, time and time again, put He pushed away.

This little guy is most afraid of thunder, so the last time he was forced to kneel in front of the imperial study, he suddenly fell ill.Today, how much courage did he have to muster up to turn around and run into the heavy rain, to deal with these vicious killers by himself.He was still doubting his intentions.

Wei Zhao leaned over, like holding a treasure, and slowly picked up the blood-red boy from the puddle.The boy's eyes were closed tightly, his black hair was tightly pressed against his cheeks and neck, as light as a feather, his jade-like face, and thick eyelashes, he quietly let the rain wash over him, and he no longer had the shrewd and agile appearance of the past.Wei Ruan's hand hanging on one side tightly clutched the jade pendant.

Wei Zhao couldn't bear it anymore, tears streaming down his face.

The reinforcements sent by Emperor Changping had already arrived, and the two sides cooperated internally and externally, and quickly wiped out the killers in Guannei. The soldiers went up the mountain to look for Wei Zhao, and saw Lord Hou kneeling in the rain like a stone sculpture, with a frozen figure, red eyes, Still holding the little prince covered in blood, everyone was shocked.

Could it be that the little prince met an accident and died under the assassin's sword?

When the guards were in doubt, Wei Zhao stood up slowly, looked away from the young man in his arms, stared coldly at Chunyu Puppet's corpse on the ground, and said, "Take this Taoist priest's corpse back. "

"What about these killers?"

"The ones on the mountain were buried on the spot, and the ones under the mountain were brought back uniformly, and handed over to the monk of Dali Temple for inspection."

The soldiers tacitly didn't ask why they only took away the ones from the bottom of the mountain and not the ones from the top of the mountain, because Lord Hou's eyes were too frightening, so they didn't dare to ask.