Chapter 87： Heaven and Earth

You Wuming and Sang were not close. One cleared the southern border of Baizhou and the other cleared the northern border of Baizhou.

Sang Yuan suddenly thought of forgetting to ask You Wuming—who did he pass through and saw the conspiracy of the Temple of Heaven to support Han and Meng?

When he was about to ask him, he suddenly saw a line of luan sedan hurried out from the Wangcheng.

The two plump and fair-skinned Bai sisters walked down the chair, Yingying moved to Sang Bujin and You Wuming, who was called a Jiaohua Zhaoshui.

"Thanks to King Youzhou and Sang Shizi for helping me. The father set a banquet in the palace. Please move two steps and have a drink." The voice was delicate and trembling, which made the scalp numb.

As soon as the beautiful eyes lifted, one stared at Sang not close, and one stared at the lifeless, the waves in his eyes all reflected the figure, but the eyes were slightly reddish, which was really my pity.

Sang Bujin just arched his hand to give the gift, and the big white queen girl straightened up to hold his arm, and her body pressed forward, sticking him, and hugged his arm tightly in front of her.

If he wanted to take his arm away, he would inevitably wipe the rough sea.

Sang Bu jumped near the forehead, and the whole person was stiff like a piece of wood.

Which one is this? What is the pride of the royal family?

I can’t blame him for the carelessness, because since ancient times, no one has ever seen a queen girl who would take the initiative to stick to a man-like Qin Wushuang’s sacrifice of Jinbei to post Han Shaoling, he had to be laughed at for many years. , Not to mention the fact that you are directly using the body upside down.

When Sang was close to recovering the male body, he was a treacherous character, faced with the offensive of the Great White Queen, and she was stunned for a while, not knowing how to react.

You Wuming's eyes narrowed, her expression was alert, and when the little white queen girl came up, she flashed back very incisively, telling her to catch her empty.

Fortunately, Sang is not near this lesson!

The little white queen girl couldn't hit it, and stepped forward, and wanted to pull the lifeless hand, eagerly acting like a hungry wolf.

You Wu Ming lifted her eyes, supported with one hand on the short-lived back, her body fluttered to the other side, avoiding the tender paw.

Looking at the poor Sang not too close, I saw the big white queen hit with a single blow, immediately consolidated the results, and put the entire soft body against him. Sang Bu's slender body, such a plaster of the plump Dabai Wangnv, immediately seemed like a small ball of thin pork belly wrapped in big white oil.

Sang Yuanyuan: "..."

Poor Sang Bujin is completely numb, and I don't know what to do.

Seeing that her sister had succeeded in taking Sangbu near, the little white queen girl was anxious and hurried around from behind her short life, trying to pull Youyou.

He flicked his hairy head for a short life, and gave a long and loud fart to the little white queen girl without mercy.

The little white queen girl whose hair was messed up by the fart wind: "..."

You Wuming was disgusted with her face, bent her finger and made a virtual double click: "Dare to bring the smell, you are dead."

Xiaobaiwang's eyes were redder, and she cried when she looked at it.

Sang narrowed his eyes slowly and looked at the two women again.

At Han Shaoling's birthday feast, she and the two women were also considered to be'friendship'. The two were mean, broken, brainless, and very arrogant. They took a fancy to Han Shaolin, and Baba wanted to be his little lady. He secretly negotiated to give him medicine and delivered it to his door. But even so, the second woman's face did not show the slightest look on the back, and the shelf was full.

Today's behavior is really abnormal.

Abnormal must have demon.

If it's because Baizhou was defeated by the Wraith, and it was trembling, and can't wait to find a backer, it's not entirely unreasonable, but even so, it shouldn't be her two.

This is like being coerced.

She said nothing, and gave You a glance.

You Mingming grasped the idea, waved her hands impatiently, and said, "Isn't that just drinking. Going."

As soon as these words came out, the big and small Erbai immediately seemed to relieve their breath and unconsciously smiled.

Sang Yuanyuan asked: "Baizhou King is safe with Shizi?"

The two white king ladies immediately looked awkward, and the big white queen girl pulled out a dry smile: "For this evil disaster, the father and the elder brother were exhausted, their hair fell a lot, and their bodies were unharmed."

It is a lie when you hear it. The Bai clan must have happened.

Sang began to think very quickly-even if the previous things showed flaws, Jiang Yanji could be sure that Jiang Xing's army was killed by Youyou, and if he wanted to fight him, it would never be possible to pass Jiang overnight. , Feng Erzhou, killed Baizhou King to arrange such a bureau.

Huangfu Jun went to Yunzhou, and it was a long journey.

So who else has the ability to hold the Baizhou royal family and attract themselves into the urn?

No matter how weak Baizhou is, Wang Cheng doesn't mean that he can do it. The White King was calm and calm, unlike the way he was forced to pass by the army. Therefore, the other party entered the royal city with fairness and grandness, contacted the royal family at close range, and suddenly made trouble and held the hostage.

The answer is forthcoming.

"Come to the door?" You Wumu whispered softly, white teeth unconsciously rubbed twice.

Sang whispered far and wide: "The other party is prepared, just afraid of killing every step."

The heavy cavalry of You and Sang Erzhou could not directly enter the capital of Baizhou. If the other party is threatened by the life of King Baizhou, and the Baizhou Forbidden Army is going to deal with You Wuming three people, it is not so easy to kill them.

Knowing that it is a trap, do not jump?

You Wuming grabbed Sang Yuan, and jumped from the short-lived back. His long eyes slanted, glancing at the short-lived puppet.

"Since King Baizhou is sincerely inviting an invitation, it is not very polite to take the sword-blade armor to the banquet." You Wuming said lazily, taking off the armor, throwing it on the short-lived back, unloading the knife, and handing it to the entourage Guard, let them take the short life away.

The two white queen girls were relieved again, and looked at each other, quite relieved.

Sang Yuan knew that You Wuming was ready to kill. I can clean up the killer ambushing next to the temple. If the other party has the intention of doing something, You Wuming doesn't mind letting the banquet blood flow into the river.

Sang Bujin, who was holding the arm of the Great White Queen girl, was obviously aware of the abnormality. He wrinkled two beautiful eyebrows and looked at Sang Yuan hesitantly.

"Huh, this uncle is bloody, so let's change clothes first. How about me and Mulberry going first?" You Wuming asked casually.

The two White King Girls looked at each other and nodded: "Youzhou King, King Sang, please--"

This time Sang was far from determined, and the target really was the two of them!

"Little girl..." Sang Bujin, who was ruthlessly abandoned by the Great White Queen, looked messy.

Sang turned his head far away and blinked his right eye at him cunningly.

Sang Bu didn't look close to You Wuming, but he saw that the abominable brother-in-law raised his long eyebrow lightly, and the corner of his lips caught an impatient curve, and he squinted his head.

Sang is not close: "..." I understand, this is to ask him to lead the soldiers outside, ready to respond.

There are 20,000 cavalry soldiers in Sangzhou, plus the six thousand elite Xuanjia heavy cavalry in Youzhou.

He raised his delicate eyebrows and watched the two of Youyou and Sang Yuan step into the White King City with the White King Girl.

The overall feeling of Baizhou's architectural style is soft. The fortification is a white stone that looks like tofu and has milky yellow markings on it.

Sang was very alert with a total of 120,000 people, observing the palace people and bodyguards all the way, but did not see any abnormalities.

Underworld can't get close to the king city, the time here is quiet. The forbidden army on patrol was methodical. If it were not for the performance of the two white kings, it would be that even Sang was far from realizing what had happened here.

Entering the main hall, he saw that Baizhou King and Bai Shizi stood up from behind the desk, and went to meet the royal family.

This feast is completely different from the imaginary stand.

There are only eight seats in the huge palace. The surroundings were wide, and I couldn't see the volts.

Sang looked away from his eyes, and saw an exceptionally elegant scribe. His position was just under Bai Shizi, wearing a lotus-colored gown, and his hands were quite elegant.

Just him? A person?

You Wuming took Sang Yuan far and walked across the seat to the opposite side of King Baizhou.

"You don't have to wait for my uncle." Youyou glanced at the empty table, and knocked on the table honestly, "King Baizhou, you can have a feast."

Just to say a word, if you want to poison, please feel awkward.

Baizhou Wang said nothing, and after the ceremony, he sat straight behind the desk, pursed his lips, and was full of irritability and humiliation between his eyebrows.

There is no point in speaking at all.

The atmosphere is strange and awkward.

The little white princess stepped forward and bowed to the lotus scribes Yingying: "Master Son, King Youzhou and King Sang have arrived, you see..."

Son.

Wen Yan, You Wuming and Sang Yuan looked at the elegant scribe.

His facial features were extremely dusty, like a landscape painting covered by clouds and mist, his lips moved, as if there were flowers blooming in the corners of his lips. The whole person is extremely elegant, but there is a kind of indescribable nobility.

What a young, beautiful, and sacred Temple of Heaven.

He said softly: "Youzhou King went all the way and worked very hard. He also asked Baizhou King to personally present a song and dance song to talk about his heart."

This is really absurd.

Since ancient times, I have never heard of a prince who personally sings and dances for guests.

You Wuming's fingers knocking on the table gave a slight pause.

Curiously, the Baizhou King, whose face was dripping with water, actually got up from behind the desk without disagreement, walked into the hall, and sang and jumped.

The voice of King Baizhou is better than expected. There is no incomplete five-tone sound. On the contrary, it has quite a decent meaning. The dance posture is also okay, there is no rule, but it is not ugly.

Such a state banquet has always been solemn and solemn, and singing and dancing Ji is absolutely impossible to set foot on. The prince of a country who was supposed to sit on his shoulders was actually going out in person, singing and dancing alone, wanting to be embarrassed.

An indescribable suffocating pressure enveloped the entire hall, and the atmosphere was awkward.

The two white queens reddened their eyes, tears falling down.

Bai Shizi shrank from behind the desk like a quail from beginning to end, wishing to become a transparent person.

The Son of Heaven took the lead in applauding: "Okay! Okay!"

Youmei raised his hands lazily and patted twice.

After singing and dancing, King Baizhou sat back at the table, and his expression did not change much. Want to come, this is not his first ‘performance’.

The Temple of Heaven Son slowly looked at Bai Shizi: "Next..."

The Great White Queen's daughter wowed and cried out, "Don't insult your father and brother anymore! I can do whatever I want! Please forgive my father and brother!"

The king of Baizhou trembles his hands and presses his teeth on the desk. He gritted his teeth and said, "Don't ask this despicable villain! Either you kill me, or I will break you dead!"

The Son was not annoyed at all, and his smile was very warm: "Baizhou King is boring, singing and dancing is just a way of expressing emotions, not lowly and mean."

Baizhou King's teeth bite: "Yun Zhizhuo...you will regret what you did today!"

Heavenly Son of Heaven? !

"Yun Zhizhuo..." Sang Yuan thought in his heart, surnamed Yun, I wonder if he had anything to do with himself and the surnamed Son of Yun in the ceremony?

This person looked only in his early twenties. If it was him at the beginning and at the ceremony, it meant that he was a master above Lingyao Realm-Xiuwei reached Lingyao Realm, then he could be aged.

It's just that I don't know how this person threatened the Baizhou King's family? It's easy to kill people, but if you want a prince of a state to sing and dance in the hall, that's not something you can do by threatening your life.

Sang looked at the Yunzhi far away quietly.

There was always a gentle smile on his face, and no emotion could be seen.

"Huh," You Wuming threw the empty candlestick on the table impatiently. "If there is no wine, there will be quarrels. It's boring!"

Yun Zhizhuo smiled slightly: "Yuzhou Wang Moji. It will be interesting soon."

"Then you are poisoned." You Wuming was serious.

"Ah," Yun Zhizhuo was a little embarrassed. "I'm sorry, I neglected, and forgot to tell the two-it's already gone. Unbelief, the two of you will try the spirit in your body, and you will know it in one try. ."

Sang was a little embarrassed by his sincere look.

She tried to adjust the inner spirit.

Immediately discovered an amazing thing-just like when I was poisoned by the Golden Haze Snow Moth in the Valley of Ice and Mist, the spiritual essence in the body was covered with a round of dim yellow light spots, the spiritual essence in the body Shen Shen was dormant, and he no longer listened.

"When was the poison?" Sang was very surprised.

Yun Zhizhuo smiled modestly: "In fact, it is not poisonous, but the incense burner under the desk is a bit of a problem. Sang Wangnu, you haven't seen it in six years, your style is better than ever, but the temperament is the same as before, quiet and indifferent, admirable ."

Six years ago, it was him!

She controlled her expression without revealing any strange colors, and only asked faintly: "If we don't come to the banquet, what are you going to do?"

Yun Zhizhuo's expression was very gentle, and even spoiled: "You will come."

"Are you sure this kind of poison can make you lifeless?" She blinked her eyes curiously. "If I am not mistaken, it seems to be the poison of the golden hale moth recorded in the medical book."

She would never admit that she had ever been to Yunzhou and had been poisoned by the golden snow moth.

Yun Zhizhuo raised his hand and waved it very gracefully to the four people of the Bai clan: "Nothing happened to you, go to sleep."

I saw that Bai's father and daughter immediately fell crookedly on the desk and slept to death.

Sang had a sudden thought in his heart-such a control method is really appalling!

"Sang Wangnu really is well-informed!" Yun Zhizhuo praised sincerely. "However, this is not the poison of the Golden Snow Moth. It is not poison. It is the power of destiny. There is no power to fight against the destiny. ."

Sang looked away at the maculas that had sneaked into his texture. Pay close attention to it and find out that they actually contain seven colors.

Her heart jumped again, and the hand hidden under the desk reached out quietly, clutching the lifeless little finger.

He held her backhand and squeezed her fingers comfortably.

"What is the power of destiny?" Sang asked from afar.

Yun Zhizhuo rubbed his eyebrows annoyedly: "Fate, it is indescribable. I realized it and understood it. When I blamed me for doing something negligent, that vitality caused the disaster of today, and I can only mess up anyway."

"In the beginning, I should have asked a son of the Temple of Heaven who could make it clear." Sang could not help but whispered.

"Poof." You Wuming resolutely laughed.

"So you did the thing that drove me out of the body six years ago?" Sang asked far and easily.

"It's me." Yun Zhizhuo didn't want to hide from the face of two people who let themselves slaughter.

"How did you do it?"

"You won't understand it when you say that." Yun Zhizhuo said, "You don't have to blame Sang Wangnu, everything that happened at the beginning is all your willingness, but I didn't expect that that is not an erroneous one. The calamity was left, and today I had to leave the Temple of Heaven again to clean up the mess."

Sang far and sharply grasped the point: "What is wrong? Is it to let me come back after six years?"

"Yes, neither." Yun Zhizhuo smiled mysteriously.

Sang Yuanyuan thought for a moment: "Why can I still come back to face the mortal situation?"

To be honest, the situation when she just returned from ‘traversing’ was really dead.

Yun Zhizhuo said: "Because there is no way to be like no other.

Sang Yuanyuan: "..." chatting with the **** stick is really a pleasure to ask for!

Yun Zhizhuo's expression was a bit regretful, and said: "I was negligent. It was really unexpected that such a mortal situation, Wang Sang could reverse the universe... I was really curious how Sang Wang escaped Mrs. Xiaohan The poisonous hand? I’m not afraid of the Sangwang lady jokes. I have lived for many, many years. This is the first time, and I am puzzled about a thing."

Sang was stunned for a while before realizing that this'Mrs. Xiaohan' refers to Youyingyue.

She smiled gracefully: "Want to know? I can tell you, but you have to answer me a question, is it fair?"

Yun Zhizhuo smiled: "Wang Sang is willing to solve the puzzle, which is really good. I am willing to make this exchange, and I can guarantee that my answer will be true, but I do not guarantee that you can understand Sang Wang."

I have to say that this person smiles as if he is very gentle and elegant. He can't see the slightest ambitions and evil thoughts in his eyes. Talking to him is like talking with friends and friends in the bamboo forest under the moon.

Sang knew he had nothing to fear. He only needs to speak "Xuan Zhi Xuan" like Fang Cai, then no one in this world can understand. That truth is the same as saying it or not.

But this kind of problem has always been difficult for Sang.

She nodded: "I believe in Yun Shengzi. Then I will answer first-I told You Yingyue, the person I like is not Han Shaoling, but You Youming. You Yingyue is a family member who respects and respects your brother People, knowing that I am her future sister-in-law, she detoxified me and treated me with respect."

Yun Zhizhuo lost his smile: "I am dumb. Actually, when I saw today that Sang Wangnv and Youzhou Wang are very affectionate, you should think of it. Sang Wangnv should ask me what? Please—"

Sang curled his lips far and smiled: "Hao Shaoling, or is it a dream-free one?

Yun Zhizhuo's hands laid leisurely on the desk suddenly slammed.

For a while, there was a wry smile on the lips of the young and handsome show.

"Sang Wangnang, it's amazing." Yun Zhizhuo sighed, "One question, I can say what I can't say, and it's all gone."

She asked in such a way as to leave him no room for ambiguity at all. Either answer a name, or say they did not use the power of fate to protect the two. No matter how you answer it, it can only be an answer that normal humans can understand.

"So Son is going to repent?" Sang sighed in regret.

"Naturally not." Yun Zhizhuo shook his head and smiled, "If today is not a winning ticket, then even if a villain who is unspeakable and untrustworthy, I will regret it from time to time. However, today , Sang Wang Nu and You Zhou Wang are undoubtedly mortal, so I will answer."

Sang was quiet, squeezing the cocoon in the palm of Youming's life playfully.

"Guarantee is a worry-free dream." Yun Zhizhuo said.

"Oh..." Sang said far away, "Thank you Son for answering your questions. I want to ask another question, maybe Son will not answer?"

"Yes." Yun Zhizhuo smiled more gently. "Two, you can die."

What he said was somewhat shy, respectful, and polite, as if he had prepared less abundant dishes, and then invited guests to the table.

You Wuming narrowed her eyes from beginning to end, leaning lazily on the desk, hearing her words, her eyelids did not move.

Sang Yuan asked: "How does the Son want us to die?"

Yun Zhizhuo was even more embarrassed: "Ah... Youzhou King didn't bring the warrior blade in, so I borrowed my sword to use it."

He got up slowly, walked over quickly, took off his saber, and put it in front of Youwei.

"Selfie," he said. "Life is suddenly interrupted when it is vigorous. It is inevitable that it will be painful. If you are selfish, the pain should be shorter. Although I haven't tried it, I think, don't cut it. If it is airway, it should be okay without choking blood."

His eyes are sincere, and he is totally thinking for others, not like he is calling someone to die.

"But why should I listen to you?" Sang asked far away.

Yun Zhizhuo smiled shyly: "Wang Sang Wang thought, why did the Baizhou King want to dance for everyone? Isn't there a way? Destiny, how can mortals resist?"

Before his words fell, Sang found his hands up, reaching for the sword on the table, holding the hilt, and picking it up.

She looked at her hand in surprise. It is moving, do it yourself!

Concentrating on feeling for a moment, I discovered that it was the colorful forces in the body.

"With such power, why can't you succeed?" Sang said far, "Why did you go before? Why do you have to do so many things and get so troublesome."

"Ashamed." Yun Zhizhuo's body leaped forward suddenly, and suddenly yellow blood spewed out of his mouth. "In fact, it was just an accident. When I used the taboo technique, I accidentally contracted my divine power and was unable to return to heaven. The power of the altar helps me to stand up to this moment, precisely to let me use this power of destiny to take two lives before dying, so as to disturb the chaos anyway."

I saw his black hair, and it fell off in an instant.

On Junxiu's face, wrinkles floated up, and in an instant, he turned from a beautiful young man in his early twenties into an old man with exhausted lamps!

He lost his support for his legs and feet, fell to the ground, panted, and said weakly: "The power of destiny, mortals can never touch their fingers. Now, my wish is gone, and I can go with peace of mind. Before death, With the mortal body, he once mastered the power of destiny, and he can make up for the mistakes that were made. Yun Zhizhuo, there is no regret for death..."

His eyes were burning, staring at Sang Yuan's hand holding the sword.

"I'll hold on for another moment, wait for the two, and get on the road together."

He coughed a little because of hematemesis, but his expression was very excited, "Come on!"

Sang was out of the sheath with a long sword, resting on his neck.

Her expression was still indifferent and said, "The taboo technique you mentioned refers to pouring that power into the broken mirror in Mengwuyou's hands, right?"

Yun Zhizhuo's loose pupils shrink slightly.

He was unable to speak anymore, but from his expression, Sang Yuan and You Wuming both saw the answer.

"You are wrong," Sang said far away. "If there is any destruction in the world, it must be because the baby held a sharp weapon and destroyed itself. You should not force it."

The light in Yun Zhi's eyes quickly extinguished.

Sang far loosened the lifeless little finger.

You Wuming's long sleeves flicked the long sword across Sang Yuan's neck and straightened away Yun Zhizhuo's head.

His hand twisted back neatly, pinching her wrist, and the black flame floating on her fingertips.

A moment later, the colorful round spots in Sang Yuan's body flew towards You Wuming, burned by his black flame.

"He doesn't seem to be a bad person." Sang sighed far, "The Temple of Heaven, there are so many secrets. It should be close to us."

You Wuming relieved Bai's four people of the "poison", and then picked up Sang Yuan: "Go."

The two walked out of the Baizhou King City and saw that Sang Bujin was frowning and whirling outside the city gate.

"So fast?" Sang was surprised when he saw the two coming out.

"Huh," You Wuming's face was unreasonable. "It's okay to hurry up."

Sang Bujin didn't know what the brain made up, and his ears gradually turned red.

The two of them ordered 1,000 elite soldiers to accompany each other, and the rest of them let their subordinates lead and continue to exterminate demons in Bai and Feng Erzhou.

You Wuming took Sang far to the short-lived back. He squinted and placed a tent on his eyebrows with one hand, staring at Baizhou King City, as if waiting for something.

After a while, a small figure came to the wall with a cornice, and whizzed back.

Is even.

It shook its head and handed a token with a peculiar material and carved with complicated patterns to You Wuming.

"Yun Zhizhu's follower, the identity must not be as low as it should be." You Wuming received the token, "Slain?"

The puppet nodded seriously, with **** eyes clearly writing-dead like wood.

Sang thought for a moment, and first asked You Wuming a question: "That day, you said "they" that two colorful kings and eight would save the world. Who did you see from?"

You Wuming said indifferently: "Jiang Yi."

"Ah!" Sang slapped his head with a big slap, "I'm such a fool!"

"No!" You Wuming was serious, "You are not a melon, but a fruit, a fool."

Sang Yuanyuan: "..."

An old **** who has trusted Jiang Yanji for many years and won her trust will betray her. This is an incredible thing in itself, not to mention that the old eunuch's mouth is all "Fate", so he has a great probability of being a person in the Temple of Heaven , And the level is not low.

To see people through the debris of the Tianyan mirror, one must'recognize', that is to say, when holding the broken mirror, there must be such a person in the mind to be emotional. Jiang Yi is Jiang Yanji's most personal and trustworthy person, and Youmei is naturally recognized.

"What did you see on Jiang Yi?"

"A group of ghost-like people, around the ground to practice evil magic." You Wuming frowned beautifully, said with pity, "The chiefs are all wearing black cloaks, wearing masks, and can't see who it is."

"The Temple of Heaven..." Sang asked from afar, "What level is this cloud of clouds. High-level Son?"

"One of the three vice altars." You Wuming said, "Jiang Yi is also the vice altar. Now unidentified, there is the third vice altar and the temple altar."

Sang nodded far away.

You Wuming saw the process of their underground operations through Jiang Yi, and today he saw Yun Zhizhuo, so he could recognize Yun Zhizhuo as one of the leaders through his body shape.

"So, in order to get the colorful power to the broken mirror in Meng Wuyou's hands, the Temple of Heaven sacrificed a deputy altar. I was thinking," she blinked slyly, "if we insist on not going into the White Palace today. Going to the banquet, will this cloud of life be alive?"

He has used that power to control the Bai clan, and there is no room for turning around.

You Wuming's face was full of regret: "If you knew it, you would let Uncle Uncle go in. Under the anxiety of the surname Yun, we must control Uncle Uncle and come out to show you and me a wonderful and exciting thing, forcing you and me to go in."

Sang Yuanyuan: "..."

Sang, who is completely confused about the situation, is not close to me: "?" What is it about me? What control? What show? Why should I perform?

Sang Yuan and You Wuming glanced at each other, one pursed his lips, and one raised his eyebrows, looking into the distance.