On the night of the accident in Chang'an, although there was occasional movement on the Yunzhou side, it was calm and quiet. A hilltop villa in the north of Yuncheng, the hot spring pool is emitting a little white smoke as always, by the pool, the woman is wearing a thin white dress, draped with a green silk, she just sits on the edge of the pool, a jump leg hidden in the thin skirt, sitting cross-legged on the edge of the pool, and the other white long leg hangs down to the warm hot spring pool.

And beside her, there was a brazier.

The woman who can sit here leisurely at this moment is, of course, the only one who is now the owner of the Nanlu Holy See and Yunzhou - Yun Shi.

She picked up the last piece of bamboo from the tray next to her, and on it was written two words in cinnabar - "Ziming" - and she threw it into the brazier very casually. At this time, a lot of bamboo pieces have been piled up in the brazier, and on each piece of bamboo, a familiar name is written in cinnabar.

The names of these people used to be sensational all over the world, and they used to be in charge, but now these names lie quietly in the brazier, burned and swallowed by the flames in this "crackling" sound.

Then Yun Shi looked up as if unintentionally, and saw a man who was also dressed in thin white walking over, so a faint smile finally appeared on her face.

Of course, the person who came was Mo Zhiyu, he only glanced at the brazier, and did not pay attention to the words written on the bamboo chips burning in the basin, he knelt down beside Yun Shi, pointed to the basin and asked, "What is this?" ”

"This is an ancient custom in Yunzhou," Yun Shi said slowly, holding his palm against the fire in the basin, as if to keep warm, and the fire in the pot became bigger, burning the bamboo pieces inside faster, "Legend has it that the bamboo pieces can be turned into a boat traveling in the Lethe River, and burning a bamboo piece for the deceased is to send the deceased on the last journey." ”

Mo Zhiyu heard Yun Shi say this, and subconsciously took a serious look at the brazier, only to see the remnants of the bamboo in the fire, he also sighed slightly towards Yun Shi's actions for what happened in Yunzhou before, and said: "This is also a helpless thing, no one expected that my aunt didn't survive that night, and the leylines suddenly lost their hosts, which would make the ground in the entire Yunzhou shake." So...... We only have the people who kill a city as a sacrifice to pacify the leylines. So many lives have been used to accompany my aunt's funeral, it can be said that because of one person's desire for power, blood can flow like a river......"

Yun Shi was silent, only quietly looking at the brazier in front of her, and did not answer Mo Zhi's delusional words. Mo Zhiyu also knew that this topic was a bit heavy, so he said, "The survivors in the city have been resettled, and there are still a few elders who are not dead, and they are kneeling in front of the ancestral temple and begging for your forgiveness. The people below did not dare to make decisions on their own, and sent the message back. I heard Wen Ruo's girl mention the names of these people, and it was these guys who instigated my aunt to betray you. It's actually these guys who survived, but it's really a disaster that lives for a thousand years.

What do you want to do. ”

Yun Shi raised her eyes slightly to look at him, and then fell towards him as if she had no strength, and he naturally stretched out his arm and took her into his arms. She pressed it against his generous and warm chest, and then spoke slowly, looking a little lazy: "In this world, death is the greatest gift for them. ”

Mo Zhiyu gently hugged her shoulders and said in a deep voice: "That's right, I'll let the people below do it in a while." ”

Then he saw her tired side face, thinking that Yun Shi had been working hard for the major events of the Northern Expedition these days, so he said with great concern: "The matter here is over, and the rest will be left to the people below to do, you have a good rest for a while, and when your spirit is better, we will think about other things, okay?" ”

Yun Shi moved in his arms, as if she wanted to lean more comfortably, she closed her eyes slightly, and spoke as if she was asleep: "What about Yun Shu's weapon?" ”

"In my inner world," Mo Zhiyu only whispered for fear of disturbing Yun Shi's sleep, "he chased after his aunt, and the sword in his hand suddenly became ownerless, and he really couldn't control it without a little effort." ”

"Bring that sword to feed Xiao Momo, right?" Yun Shi also said in a small voice, it seemed to be just a casual dream.

But Mo Zhiyu's heart was a little surprised: "Use the Great Elder's sword to feed my little Mo Mo?" ”

"Yes." Yun Shi still closed his eyes, and his posture and demeanor did not move, "Xiao Momo is the spirit of Jinxing, and he likes these weapons the most, and feeding him with this can improve its quality." Although it has long been more than just a medium-grade spirit soldier, it is still a step away from the path of a holy soldier, and this sword can be said to be rich in nutrients for it, and if you feed him, it will be of great benefit to improve his quality. ”

"Okay." Mo Zhiyu responded softly.

"When Xiao Momo is almost digested, we will go to Chang'an." Yun Shi continued.

"To Chang'an?" Mo Zhiyu was slightly surprised again.

But this time, Yun Shi didn't answer him, but really fell into a dream.

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August 26, Chang'an.

The simple carriage walked slowly on Qinglong Avenue in Chang'an, shuttling through the crowds of this bustling city.

Mo Zhiyu looked at the crowd of people coming and going outside the window, then lowered the curtains, moved to Yun Shi's side, smiled slightly and took the grapes on the table, and said while eating: "This city is still so lively, it is worthy of being the capital, the mentality of the people here is so good, even if the sky falls, they don't worry about being smashed, right?" ”

"Maybe, after all, it is the capital, the Son of Heaven is in charge, and all evils will not invade." Yun Shi was closing her eyes and recuperating, and said slowly.

"It seems to be such a reason, when the little emperor was just a puppet before, Chang'an didn't suffer anything, and now that the little emperor is sitting upright, this weather must be even more different." Mo Zhi said with a grin, "However, he is also a member of the Hongtian Sect, I really can't see it, it's just unbelievable." ”

"He is not only a member of the Hongtian Sect, but also the master of the Hongtian Sect." Yun Shi said slowly, "The level of the Hongtian Sect starts from the lowest sect members, passes through the patriarch, the sacrificial wine, the left and right protectors, and the sect members, and then reaches the real ruling layer: the Heavenly Envoys of the Four Directions, the Two Dharma Kings of Light, and finally the Pope. In other words, the Pope is the master of the Hongtian Sect, and Chen Ye is the Pope. ”

"So powerful?" Mo Zhiyu was very surprised, "I've heard that the Hongtian Sect can indeed turn ordinary people into Yuanli cultivators, and we can too, but the premise is that this person has taken a special pill, otherwise he will not be completely loyal to the party who gave the pill." ”

(End of chapter)