Royal Concubine Hu had been on the Cloud-Dream Mountain for many years. Even if Lo Huainan and many others supported Jing Xin, there should be many others who supported her.
She said with narrowed eyes, "It's too dangerous to be discovered later."
Gu Qing said, "The whereabouts we want are simple. First of all, he is not on the Cloud-Dream Mountain, and second, it's not an emergency."
Royal Concubine Hu was taken aback a bit, thinking it was indeed much simpler.
As long as these two conditions were met, the whereabouts of Lo Huainan could be known.
She stared into Zhao Layue's eyes and asked, "Don't you suspect that I'm the mastermind behind your assassination?"
"Because you gave a sum of gold and silver to Shi Fengchen's adopted son?"
Zhao Layue said expressionlessly, "Though you did it in an idiotic way, I'm not an idiot."
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A faint golden glow suddenly appeared in the darkness of night.
Zhao Layue and Gu Qing halted their steps.
"It looks like the peak master has recovered from his injury."
The person wrapped himself in a black cloak, looking even shorter and fatter.
The light in front of the grand hall illuminated his face.
He was Jin Mingcheng, the Master of the royal family.
Gu Qing was very nervous, and his lips felt dry.
Zhao Layue didn't say anything.
Jin Mingcheng took out a sword from under his cloak and handed it to her, saying, "The name of this sword is the First Child."
"I have a sword," said Zhao Layue.
Jin Mingcheng asked, "Wasn't the Thoughtless Sword lost in the snowland?"
"I have my own," said Zhao Layue.
Jin Mingcheng said, "That sword is ordinary, and it can be recognized, unlike the First Child Sword, which has been hidden in the Royal Palace for hundreds of years. Nobody remembers it."
Gu Qing was alarmed, wondering if she wanted to kill someone with a borrowed sword.
"If the Emperor wants to kill someone, does he need someone else's help?" asked Zhao Layue.
Jin Mingcheng said slowly, "The Emperor is the ruler of the world. It's inconvenient for him to do many things because of the word" common "."
Zhao Layue didn't say anything more. She took the sword named the First Child.
Gu Qing glanced at her, a little surprised.
He had been very opposed to entering the palace tonight. There were too many dangers and true cultivators hidden among the seemingly ordinary halls.
It would be easy for these cultivators to destroy him and Zhao Layue. He even felt that it would be impossible for them to conceal their tracks.
However, Zhao Layue was very calm, not worried at all, as if she knew something.
What he did not know was that Zhao Layue had already guessed that Jing Jiu had left the Zhao Garden that day to go to Mount Li to see the Emperor.
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There was a deep mountain to the north of Yu County. There was a cultivation sect called the North Brook Sect. It was a peripheral sect of the Zhongzhou School. It was famous for its craftsmanship and tactical formations.
One day in midsummer, more than ten masters and disciples of the North Brook Sect left the mountain and headed for Guiyun City. The North Brook Sect had made three magic treasures of the Earth Class this year. Two of them were given to the Cloud-Dream Mountain, and the last one was not compatible with the cultivation method of the sect. They were going to auction it at the Precious-Ware Pavilion in Guiyun City.
The Precious-Ware Pavilion was as famous as the Precious-Tree House of the Aoyama Sect and the Outer House of Yimaozhai. Of course, it had a profound background, being the property of the Hanshi Valley of the Cloud-Dream Mountain.
The North Brook Sect did not expect that the most important magic treasure at the auction of the Precious-Ware Pavilion was not produced by their sect, but a herb.
"What is that herb? Is it more important than the magic treasure of the Earth Class?"
"Anyway, it has nothing to do with us. I heard that the buyer has been confirmed."
"Who dares to bid in the Precious-Ware Pavilion? Is it something that a Grandmaster of the Ancestral Court wants? "
"Uncle Master Liu, do you know about it?"
That herb caused a lot of speculation and discussion among the disciples of the North Brook Sect.
People looked at the skinny middle-aged leader and asked curiously.
The Uncle Master Liu listened to these discussions and smiled without saying anything.
He knew more than that.
That herb should be the rumored Three Purities Grass. Of course, it was qualified to be placed in the most important position in the auction.
The Sword Sect of Aoyama had released the news, so no one dared to compete with them for this herb. They just followed the rules of the Precious-Ware Pavilion.
There was a plain outside the valley, and the road to Guiyun City was smooth.
The cicadas were chirping, as if they were seeing them off.
Suddenly, the chirping of cicadas disappeared.
Uncle Master Liu raised his eyebrows and said, "Be careful. Set up the tactical formation."
It was the height of summer, and the weather was hot. Why did the chirping of cicadas suddenly disappear?
An extremely faint black fog floated into the valley. The newly grown fruits on the trees were crushed by the fog.
The disciples of the North Brook Sect suddenly became serious. They took out their magic treasures as fast as they could and set up the defensive tactical formation.
The black fog gradually dispersed, and several figures gradually appeared. Judging from their clothes and cold aura, they were not good people.
"I didn't expect that you would be so vigilant despite your low state. You could even discover our traces in advance."
An indifferent old man said, "The young master wants the treasure you are carrying. Hand it over quickly."
Uncle Master Liu said, "So you are the devils of the Mysterious Dark Sect. This is Yu County, less than three thousand miles away from the Cloud-Dream Mountain. When did you become so bold?"
"The Central Prefecture is the Central Prefecture, and you are you. Even if we kill all of you, so what? Can the Taoists in the Cloud-Dream Mountain come here? "
The old man was an elder of the Mysterious Dark Sect, and his evil magic was extremely powerful. He didn't care about these masters and disciples of small sects, but he was a little afraid of the tactical formation of the North Brook Sect. For some reason, the Mysterious Dark Sect was very eager to get the magic treasure of the Earth Grade. They didn't buy it from the Precious-Ware Pavilion through the individual cultivators, but chose to rob it directly.
The battle began. The air was torn apart, and countless airflows collided with each other.
The black fog became thicker and thicker, and the clear light emitted by the tactical formation of the North Brook Sect became dimmer and dimmer.
The disciples of the North Brook Sect stood in the tactical formation, using their magic treasures to maintain the tactical formation. They were struggling under the attack of the people of the Mysterious Dark Sect, and their faces became paler and paler. They had already sent out the signal for help, but they didn't know when their fellow disciples would come and help them.
The elder of the Mysterious Dark Sect looked at the scene in front of him coldly. He seemed calm, but he was actually a little anxious.
This place was not far from the North Brook Sect. What if the other side came to help them? More importantly, it would be troublesome if the Cloud-Dream Mountain was alarmed.
Suddenly, a gap appeared in the tactical formation. The elder of the Mysterious Dark Sect's eyes became cold. He turned into a black fog, broke through the clear light, and arrived among the disciples of the North Brook Sect.
The black fog condensed again, and he showed himself. He attacked Uncle Master Liu with the Yin Streamer in his hand.
Uncle Master Liu didn't dare to face such a magic treasure head-on. He retreated with the help of the magic treasure, and didn't care if the disciples who were maintaining the tactical formation were exposed.
This was exactly what the elder of the Mysterious Dark Sect wanted. He sneered, and the Yin Streamer wrapped around the disciple of the North Brook Sect who was closest to him.
His Yin Streamer carried the Evil Qi of the Earth and the Evil Qi of the Blood. If an ordinary cultivator didn't have a magic treasure to protect himself, he would die if he touched the Yin Streamer.
The disciple of the North Brook Sect looked ordinary, and his breath was ordinary. He was about to turn into a puddle of blood, but he seemed to be scared out of his wits, and didn't move an inch.
The elder of the Mysterious Dark Sect suddenly felt that something was wrong.
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