The capital of Yinshi

Following the former Wei system, there is generally no curfew in the capital, but it is the fourth watch, and the streets in the capital have long been quiet, and every household has turned off the lights.

The path in front of the house was already pitch black, and if the dark clouds obscured the moonlight, it was almost impossible to see five fingers, and when you walked past, it seemed to be divided into two worlds from the bright light of the lantern in the distance.

At this time, it is also very difficult to call an ox cart in the capital, and the ox carts that are piled up on the streets at night have long been driven home by the handlebar.

"Bang bang!"

"Heaven-Dry-Thing-Dry-Small-Heart-Fire-Candle-"

In the streets and alleys, the husband carried lanterns, knocked on the gong, dragged the long sound, just struck the gong, the insect chirping that had been quiet for a moment was known, and suddenly sounded, and the tone was raised, which made people annoyed to listen to it, and there were drunk people who had just come out of the wine shop, and were annoyed by the sound and scolded and scolded.

At this moment, a person ran towards the light from the end of an alley, and bumped into it with a bang.

"Are you in a hurry to report the funeral?" the drunk man staggered at the intersection, was hit, and almost fell, and couldn't help but scold.

Judging by the clothes, this person should be a servant of a large family, in his twenties, medium build, not slow, but he can see that his forehead is full of sweat.

The man didn't stop, and in an instant he ran away.

The drunk took a sip and staggered forward.

He didn't know that the person who had just hit him, his eyes were slightly red, his expression was hideous, and he was about to turn back, and he slashed the drunk man who owed his mouth with a knife, and he couldn't bear it.

It was early in the morning, and a gust of wind was blowing from nowhere, swaying the branches.

The feeling of stuffiness has subsided a lot, but not far away, there are sounds, and one after another, there are still puddles from the sound of frogs disturbing people's dreams, one after another.

And the hot and prosperous neighborhood, especially the green building, can still see the lights, and there is not a fashionable sound of silk and bamboo, and you can also hear the tactful low singing, and the next building is so thin that it seems to be nothing, and it is constantly curling.

Some people who can't sleep sit in wine shops or teahouses, drink wine and tea, and spend this unbearable summer night with others.

When the servant hurried by, he aroused some curiosity, and to be in a hurry on the road in the early hours of the morning was nothing more than an emergency.

The servant paid no attention to the street scene that was becoming more and more lively, and ignored the gaze of the looking at it, and ran straight forward, and turned into another street, which was more tidy than the previous streets, except for the night stalls, which were the mansions within the high walls next to the stalls, and beyond that was the palace of the king.

The servant took three steps into two steps, almost rushing, and when he arrived at the door of the king's mansion, he rushed forward and called the door.

"Someone, someone, I want to see the king!"

"Whew. ”

In the bedroom of the main courtyard of the Daiwang Mansion, in the large bed with the mosquito net hanging down, a person sat up, as if awakened from a nightmare, gasping and looking around.

At this time, in the middle of summer, Su Ziji felt sweat on his back, so he went to touch the person next to him.

The silk quilt is thin and covered on the woman lying on her side, although it is a summer night, but the corner of the house is frozen, and the room has also been transformed, which can better let the wind pass through, which is very cool, so she sleeps deeply and fragrantly, and there is a faint pink halo on her white and tender little face.

Under Su Ziji's gaze, Ye Buregret was unaware, and his breathing rose and fell gently, making Su Ziji look more and more fascinated.

No one could see that Su Ziji's calm face was relieved.

Thankfully, it's just a nightmare!

He stared at it without regret, at this time she was still by her side, not taken away, not a corpse and two lives, which made Su Ziji, who had just woken up from a nightmare, somewhat comforted.

But thinking of the things in the dream, Su Ziji's face was gloomy again.

When he woke up, he couldn't sleep again, Su Ziji simply stopped sleeping, got up quietly, and saw the maid sleeping outside, he couldn't help but smile, and he didn't wake up, paced out, stood at the door, looked up at the stars.

It was a clear night, and the sky was dotted with stars of different brightness, and the whole palace was quiet, and the walls could be seen from a distance, but the kitchen seemed to be a little still.

Standing under the eaves, looking at the night view not far away, he groaned.

"If you don't regret it, something happened again, how can you keep it from regretting?" Su Ziji asked himself softly.

Anyone who has made a lot of efforts has found that in the new prophetic dream, the ending of his wife and children has not changed, and it is difficult for him to be in a good mood.

"I've done something to try to change my fate, but I don't regret that something happened in my dreams. Su Ziji thought carefully: "In the final analysis, I am still too passive. ”

"Now the problem is either to solve the emperor, or to solve the root cause of the trouble. Su Ziji suddenly appeared with murderous intent.

It can be said that after several twists and turns, even if there is still a little affection, it is gone.

It's just that Su Ziji stared at the voices of people not far away for a long time, and finally looked up at the sky and sighed.

"At present, it is unrealistic to solve the emperor, and if you want to save your wife and children, you have to solve the root cause of the disaster. ”

"The biggest problem of not regretting is the spiritual opportunity to enter the Dao, if you want to keep her, you have to solve this matter, but how to solve it?"

"It's a pity to scrap the spiritual machine, this is a lot of people who can't get the opportunity in their lives, and they will lose their life because of it, plus now that they have children, they may die twice if they are not careful, they can't mess around like this, they can't do this. ”

"Then you have to let her enter the Dao spirit machine in advance to digest it, so that even if there is no magic weapon to cover it, even if it is exposed, it will be okay if you don't regret it. ”

"Then how to digest the spirit in advance?" Su Ziji couldn't help but think, thinking of Zhou Yao's face.

I haven't seen her for a while, and her aura is unfathomable.

"Cultivation and digestion? No, under normal circumstances, it is impossible, Zhou Yao can't be a common practice, and it's too late to cultivate now. ”

"If you want to influence people who don't cultivate the Dao Dharma, you actually have ideas, and only the Wai Dan, which can also be taken like the emperor, can solve this matter. ”

"But I can't let others help, so this alchemy can only be done by myself. ”

Although he used both the Sanskrit and Taoist schools, who knew that the matter of not repenting and entering the Tao was known to them, and would these people use this matter to surrender to the emperor?

Su Ziji's previous calculations were all aimed at general matters, which can be confiscated, but the major events that can make the emperor live longer, who knows if the two factions of the Sanskrit and Taoism will take risks and betray themselves with this matter?

Ye Bu regrets entering the Tao, and he must not let others know.

An emperor who can kill even a serious granddaughter-in-law and great-grandson in order to survive and live a long life is too dangerous.

Su Ziji thought for a long time, his eyes drooped, and he saw half a piece of red sandalwood.

"Outer Danjutsu Level 11, 568/12000"

His own Outer Dan Technique is only worthy of level 11, which is not enough, Level 11 Outer Dan Technique is not enough to refine the Outer Pill that has an effect on Ye Buregret's digestion of the spiritual machine of the Dao.

It's about alchemy, it's almost not successful, it's almost, it may turn good medicine into poison, don't be careful.

"At least level 15!"

Level 15 is the beginning of the master (grandmaster) level, even if Ye Buregret didn't cultivate, with his body, he could generally use it, thinking of this, Su Ziji suddenly spoke: "Come on." ”