I caught Zhao Runru!

When she heard this news at first, Mei Xueyi couldn't help but be in a daze.

Wasn't Zhao Runru beheaded by King Wei?

After a moment of stunned reaction, it was a story in the story.

The story in the script seems to have a strange power, sinking into her memory along with the real things, as if it has also become a part of the memory, and it confuses her inadvertently.

In fact, Zhao Runru was not dead. Although Jun Jun ordered her to be dragged out and killed, some monk god robbed the execution ground unconsciously and rescued her. There was no news until today.

Mei Xueyi's eyes opened slightly. This is a coincidence. The silver-haired cultivator ran to Beilin City to warn himself that Zhao Runru was caught on the hindfoot? It was as if Jun Jun had already grasped the movements of these two people, only waiting for the monk to leave Zhao Runru's side.

She looked at Wei Jinchao.

He curled his lips slightly, and said softly and cheerfully: “Near Kyoto, the most suitable place for Tibetans is a small town in Taoyuan. I let people wait for the rabbit, and I caught the stupid rabbit.”

If you ignore the gloomy eyes, I'm afraid he would think he was telling a story to the little baby in a warm voice.

Mei Xueyi nodded in a daze: "Your Majesty is wise."

He helped her get up: "Knowing that you are impatient here. It will be over soon, take you home."

"Well," she frowned slightly, "but your majesty, that cultivator will soon find that Zhao Runru is lost."

"Nothing." He hooked his back slightly, slowly raised his eyes, and looked at Jinling Kyoto.

Kyoto.

Above the branch-shaped marigold stand, a light candle swayed uncomfortably because of the master's anger.

Several traces of tea were spilled obliquely on the golden glazed screen, and many broken porcelain pieces were scattered under the red sandalwood base.

A beautiful woman in a heavy palace dress was holding the jade tea table in her hands, panting, and her eyes were reddened under the slightly chaotic cloud temple.

She gritted her teeth and said bitterly: "Go? I finally got to this day and climbed to where I am today. This walk, won't I give up everything I have!"

The silver-haired young man stood not far away, frowning with his eyes closed, only repeating the words of the chariot: "I will send you to a safe place to meet with Zhao Runru. I will protect your safety."

The woman in the palace dress is Qin Ji, the ruler of Jinling.

The silver-haired youth is the flying fire sword sect monk Mei Xueyi has just met this afternoon. At this moment, he obviously didn't know that Zhao Runru, who was hiding in the small town, had fallen into the hands of the enemy.

Qin Ji pressed her hands heavily on the table and leaned forward: "Guan Yun, I can't go! Didn't he let you take care of our mother and daughter for life? I want you to kill Wei Jinchao to relieve the danger of Jinling! "

The silver-haired monk pressed his eyelids even lower: "Impossible. People in the fairy gate must not interfere in mortal affairs. I can only protect your mother's and women's lives, and other things will not be discussed."

"What's your use!" Qin Ji grabbed a porcelain cup full of strong tea and threw it at him heavily.

He didn't lift his eyes, and his body was slightly sideways, causing the cup of tea to fall once again on the glass screen behind him.

"What if I insist on not leaving?" Qin Ji gritted her teeth, panting heavily, "Guan Yu, do you dare to watch my life die here! If I die, how do you go back and explain to him!"

The silver-haired monk Guan Yun finally raised his eyes, took a look at the woman, then quickly turned his eyes away, and said honestly: "For a cultivator, if you have wrinkles, you are already an old man. He sees you now. , I will pretend not to know each other. If you really don’t leave, then that’s all. Anyway, my duty is to take care of Zhao Runru. You are just passing by."

As soon as this remark came out, Qin Ji almost passed away with anger.

She was also thirty-six years old, and under careful maintenance, she was only in her early twenties, with only one or two invisible fine lines on the corners of her eyes.

How can you become an old man when you reach this person's mouth?

"Guan Yun!" Qin Ji suppressed his anger and said solemnly, "You have been looking after our mother and daughter for eighteen years, so you should have some affection!"

Guan Yu took a step back vigilantly: "No. I'm just following orders. I don't want to come."

Qin Ji: "...If something happens to me, Runru will hate you forever!"

Guan Yunmu said with a face: "Your daughter's selfishness is in the same line as you. If you lose power, you have no value. She can't turn her face against me for you, because I will be her future relying on."

Qin Ji pressed her sudden forehead. This Guan Yun doesn't show up on weekdays, and hasn't spoken to him several times in the past eighteen years, but every time, her qi and blood will rush to her brain.

"Also," Guan Yun continued to be expressionless, "Your national teacher was only an outer disciple at first, and his aptitude was too bad, and he knew that he had no hope of entering the inner door. Then he asked me to follow me to the mortal realm. You believe him. It’s better to believe in a dog on the side of the road. He teaches you to kill Wei Jinzhao and occupy Wei Capital, and he can take away the imperial spirit of others? To tell you the truth, people like you in the sordid harem can never become humans. My lord, don’t think about it. I’ll ask one last time, do you want to go? If you don’t, I’ll go.”

"You!" Qin Ji was about to faint, "Get out! Get out of here!"

Outside the hall, a court lady walked quietly and hurriedly away from the promenade.

At that moment, a faithful eagle flapped its wings and flew north.

Mei Xueyi read this palace secret report on the coach.

She leaned on Faojun's chest and leaned forward with a smile.

"This pipe is not bad, but with such a mouth, he will never find a Taoist companion in this life. Your Majesty," she turned around and shook the drowsing body of the drowsing Lord, "In the script, abuse Among the innocent white-robed cultivators, is there this kind of control?"

He opened his eyes slightly, a dark glow slid across his eyes, he pondered for a moment, and then gently shook his head: "It's not as strong to protect Zhao Run, and his mouth is dumb, and it's more ugly than good."

I'm afraid that before the monks set off to defend the country, they took control of the flag and sacrificed it.

"Wait," Mei Xueyi caught a loophole very keenly. "The meaning of your majesty's words is to believe that there is also such a'guanxian' in the script? If this is the case, when Wei Wang angered Zhao Runru, why did he Didn't stop it?"

Wei Jinzhao raised his eyebrows slightly.

Mei Xueyi grabbed his clothes: "Wang Wei killed Zhao Runru at the time when the Queen disappeared! Can this be used as direct evidence to prove that the Queen's disappearance is related to Guan Yun? Your Majesty, there must be hidden secrets in her departure!"

Wei Jinzhao looked down, pondered for a moment, and said, "What the Queen said is quite true."

"But why did she leave the city with Shen Xiuzhu?" Mei Xueyi was puzzled.

His eyes were blank, and his smile was ethereal: "Yes, why."

"When can the fifth chapter be written in the script?" Mei Xueyi felt like a cat scratching.

He put his big hands around and pressed her eyes: "Sleep. Don't be impatient."

There was darkness before her eyes, but her heart felt at ease.

Since he found that she was not sleeping well, he liked to cover her eyes with his hands. Occasionally, when dreaming back to the first half of his life and waking up from horror, he could always feel her anxiety for the first time, and then put her in his arms in time to comfort him.

Such pampering is an individual who has to be pampered and arrogant.

The blood-clothed demon was about to be raised crooked by him.

After arriving at the front line of Jinling, Mei Xueyi once again saw Xiao Shiji Zhao Runru.

In other words, Zhao Runru, the illegitimate daughter of a certain great monk in Xianyu.

Jun Jun didn't have any pity for Xiangyu at all, just like escorting any ordinary prisoner, he locked the spoiled little Shiji in the prison car and escorted him to the front of the battle.

After reading the secret report from the Jinling court, Mei Xueyi understood it in her heart. Qin Ji was very ambitious. When he had an affair with an immortal, he must have kept his heart from being out of the ordinary. What she didn't expect was that the other party didn't take her seriously, even if she was pregnant with his flesh and blood, she just sent someone to take care of her casually.

So Qin Ji had another idea.

There is a holy lord on each of the four continents of Xianyu, who dominates the land of one continent. Among them, the Southern Saint Xuanyuanren was once the emperor. The emperor, the emperor's aura surrounds the body, the blessing of a country's aura, there are no shackles, no bottlenecks in practice, and once you step on the path of immortality, you can cultivate one thousand miles away. Among the Four Saints, Xuanyuanren was the youngest, but his cultivation was the first of the Four Saints.

Qin Ji listened to the nonsense of the national teacher, and wanted to rob others of the emperor's spirit and become an emperor.

So Zhao Runru was treated as a chess piece by her and sent to Wei Jinchao.

……etc.

The corners of Mei Xueyi's mouth twitched slightly, looking back for the figure of Yunjun.

When the wind blows, he runs away, the sick coughs endlessly, and when he gets on the bed, he is completely fatal, he? Emperor's spirit?

Mei Xueyi felt that she might not be awake yet.

At this moment, the emperor coveted by Zhao Runru's old mother, is walking toward the front without any haste.

He stopped where the opponent's bow and arrow just couldn't be shot.

Mei Xueyi looked around and saw that hundreds of thousands of profound armor guards stood silently behind him like a large black mountain.

The army formation stretched from left to right to the end of the field of vision, with iron armor clenched and cold spears dazzling, and the heavy aura seemed to be gathered on the person at the head of the formation.

He spoke.

The low and hoarse voice adds a strange magnetism when speaking aloud, which makes one unconsciously attracted to him, holding his breath.

"At noon, the solitary general cut off the captive head with his own hands and presented it to Jinling."

The tone is calm and indifferent.

When the tail sound fell, the soldiers behind him all slammed their weapons to the ground.

The entire Jinling King City was shaking.

Mei Xueyi looked at the figure in the distance.

From a distance, you will find that this person is very attractive and hard to ignore.

He is the center of this tens of thousands of troops. As long as he has a word and a gesture, they will smooth everything in front of him without hesitation.

She had never seen such a sight.

The thin and romantic figure of the emperor of the world carries the pride and the country.

He felt it and looked back at her.

Converging his eyes and nodding his head, he gave a gentle glance.

Mei Xueyi's heartbeat almost missed a beat. At this glance, Dao exhausted Fengyue.

The next moment, the sickly immortal withdrew the Wang Jian on his waist with a backhand, with a sharp sound, the tip of the sword pointed diagonally to the ground.

Zhao Runru was detained from the prison car and knelt beside him.

Suppressed by the aura of an army of tens of thousands, Zhao Runru could not make a sound like taking a dumb medicine. She lifted her head hard and looked around, hoping that Guan Yun would come to rescue her.

Little by little the sun crawled towards the right air.

The gate of Jinling King's Capital was closed, and Qin Ji didn't intend to come out to save people.

Mei Xueyi watched this scene coldly.

The story of the story is so intricately intertwined with real memories that she feels no sympathy for Zhao Runru.

She beckoned to Wei Jinzhao.

At this moment, the aura on him was terrifying, even Mei Xueyi was a little uncertain whether he would come.

He bowed his head, retracted his sword, and strode towards her.

Mei Xueyi ran forward to meet her.

"Your Majesty, are you really going to kill Zhao Runru?"

"Ok?"

She was silent for a moment, and whispered softly: "The man in the white robe."

Those monks, mortals are definitely not their opponents.

"Nothing," he raised his hand to caress her cheek, chuckling mutedly, "you only believe in me. I said that money can make ghosts hurt."

She found that the cocoon in his palm seemed to be thicker. With a light heartbeat, his cheeks became hot unconsciouslythe cocoons seemed to have touched the place mentioned in the script.

He held her hand backhand: "Come, together. Are you afraid?"

Mei Xueyi shook her head.

She really didn't know what fear was.

As he followed him towards the front of the formation, Mei Xueyi keenly noticed that the surrounding ground seemed to be sprinkled with sparkling golden sand, glowing with imperceptible waves.

"This is..." Mei Xueyi said to his heart, "Guard against invisible control?"

He laughed and said nothing.

Mei Xueyi was a little puzzled. Even if you know that Guan Xun is here, what can you do? The storybook has described the strength of the Golden Core cultivator as eight or nine inseparable from ten. Even if he does not use any immortal spells in order to cover people's eyes and ears, the Golden Core cultivator can easily enter and kill in the Ten Thousand Armies.

As soon as his thoughts turned, suddenly saw that Jinsha's light suddenly dimmed ten feet away from the front left!

coming!

While breathing, the invisible figure suddenly crossed five feet, leaving only a half-footprint in Jinsha.

Jindan completes it.

Mei Xueyi stared slightly.

It's because of this control that he advances and retreats and doesn't intervene in the disputes of the mortal world. Otherwise, with his own strength, he can easily sneak into the king's account and take the head of the king's item.

Seeing this gust of wind will hit Zhao Runru.

I saw Wei Jinzhao raised his sleeves and waved them neatly.

"Boom—"

There was a flower in front of Mei Xueyi's eyes, and only the sky was filled with golden fragments and the streamer was mottled.

Under the sands, a net was hidden.

This net wraps a transparent human figure under the front cover.

After another breath, the invisibility tactic was broken, and Guan Jun fell into the net blankly. He stretched out his hand and tore the tough net rope with the thickness of his fingers—continuously pulling!

The giant net was closed, and Guan Da was tied into a bouncing cocoon.

The cocoon jumped three feet high.

The other end of the net rope was tied to the giant siege cart behind Wei Jinchao. Guan Jun was like a flying fish caught in the net, dragged back by the giant siege cart rumblingly.

Mei Xueyi: "..."

"Falling dragon tendons." Wei Jinchao's voice is low and dull, and his tone is flat. "There are floods in the East China Sea, riding on the weathered dragon. If you want to reach the Ninth Heaven, you must experience nine thousand winds and calamities. The dragon pierces the wind and breaks the clouds. ."

Mei Xueyi listened intently.

The field of vision dimmed, and the thin and tall figure fell under her ears, and whispered in her ears: "This net is worth five stars."

Mei Xueyi: "...five!"

He casually stretched out his finger, and nodded around: "Each of the eight positions has the same net."

Mei Xueyi looked in a daze, "This is a forty star picking platform."

I don't know since when, the Star Reaching Station has actually become the unit of accounting for her and Huojun.