I'm The Emperor of All-Heavens

Chapter 649

"Ambassador Luo Zhi, what is your heart when you lead the crowd into the official residence during the Spring Festival?"

The new year's Eve should have been spent in noise, joy and peace until the dawn and the sun fell, but hundreds of constables stood in front of the city guard's house, and Constable Pei Jian shouted angrily.

"What's my intention? Liu Shifeng is an adulterous bandit. I'm here to serve the emperor's loyalty. Are you going to make trouble?"

In the dark, a group of evil embroidered imperial masters came out, led by the father of thunderbolt.

The high ancestor of thunderbolt is Luo. In terms of rank and rank, he is really not as good as the capital city guard, but when did the Royal embroidered clothes rule the upper and lower levels of honor and inferiority?

A big hat, just button it off!

Since the death of Wang he and the escape of the thieves, the father of thunderbolt broke out completely.

On the one hand, he was exhausted by the pressure of the upper class. On the other hand, it was the resistance of local forces in Yuzhou City, which made him far less profitable than the other eight generals. For a time, he became a laughing stock among his colleagues.

Take this opportunity not to attack, but when?

"A gentleman is open and generous, and a villain is long and sad!"

Seeing that the conflict was imminent, a white and bright righteous spirit suddenly gushed out and rushed into the sky.

Natural justice is brilliant, Confucianism and Taoism are gentle!

"Huh?"

Father thunderbolt's eyes sank, showing fear.

Since the founding of the country's civil and military affairs thousands of years ago, Kong Qiu and Sun Wu Chengsheng handed down the spring and Autumn Annals and Sun Tzu's art of war, opening up the two veins of civil and military affairs in the world, not only the power of the Imperial Hall is composed of it, but also the general trend of sheltering the civil and military forces that have made meritorious contributions to the country.

Wu Yun! Gentle!

This kind of power is not a simple combat power. It can not be conquered and lawless, but it can protect the body and life, and the state feeds back.

Even the son of heaven, those ministers who have made meritorious contributions to the country and the people, can not harm themselves. There is no foolish and loyal saying that the king wants the minister to die and the minister has to die.

This has become the biggest obstacle for the embroidered imperial Shi to frame Zhongliang.

Imagine that the incompetent official children of Jingyang could force Wang he back only by relying on the blessing of their ancestors, and Liu Shi was appointed as a city guard. Once the culture contained broke out, thunderbolt's ancestors had to weigh it and confront the culture in the mansion for a while.

But in the depths of his eyes, there was a touch of yin and ruthlessness, looking forward to something.

"Li'er, the embroidered clothes censor is vicious. This time, we can't avoid a positive conflict. They represent the will of the emperor. What should we do?"

However, no one can imagine that Liu Shifeng, the great enemy in the eyes of thunderbolt's ancestors and the supreme chief executive of Yuzhou City, stood in the hall. His rich face was sweating on his forehead and his eyes narrowed into a slit.

The object of his help was a young girl. She held Liu Shifeng's arm with both hands as a supporting force: "Dad, sage Kong has a word. If you do things for the king with the Tao, you can't stop."

"Li'er means to let me resign?"

Liu Shifeng was stunned: "but if I leave, the people of Yuzhou City will suffer!"

The girl shook her head slightly: "if the treasure is lost and the imperial censor is killed, the holy master will blame it. Even if my father can keep the position of city guard, the large and small officials in Yuzhou City will have to change their blood. It's better to make a decision now than let the embroidered imperial censor intervene up and down and change the officials and kill the people!"

Liu Shifeng understood: "what does Li'er mean? My father resisted the crime and made it difficult for the embroidered imperial historian to attack, so as to preserve Yuzhou?"

The girl nodded.

The daughter who advised her father to resign made an uproar, but Liu Shifeng didn't hesitate for long and nodded: "OK! But you and your mother should stay in Yuzhou!"

He is sacrificing one person to save a city. If the embroidered censor can't succeed, he will become angry. I'm afraid he will do harm on his way out of office.

It doesn't matter if you are in danger. You can't implicate your wife and daughter.

The girl shook her head firmly: "where my father goes, my daughter is where!"

Liu Shifeng was helpless: "Dad listens to you every time, and you listen to dad once, okay?"

"Naturally, my daughter listens to my father, but this time, I'm afraid those villains won't follow my father's wishes!"

The girl raised her mouth slightly and looked at the backyard, with a touch of purple in her sleeve.

Whoosh!

The sword light shuttles, and the pure and empty breath passes through the trees in Fengyan.

This is the authentic spirit of Sword Fairy.

With the light wind, there were three Taoists dressed in green robes and Taoist crowns.

He is tall and straight, with a dusty posture and an ancient wooden sword on his back. The leader holds a compass in his hand to drive the breeze around the forest and arrange the next array.

Among the junior disciples of the nine immortal sects, only Langfeng sect has this ability.

Since the establishment of Shushan sect thousands of years ago, the way of sword immortality has flourished, followed by internal and external Dan Jue, and the art of array to inherit the beauty of divine writing.

Therefore, although each of the nine sects is good at flying swords, almost all of them have the method of flying swords.

Similarly, not all immortal sects can be isolated from the world without cannibalism.

Shushan sect and Tianyong city take it as their important task to subdue demons and subdue demons and protect the world. However, some sects either sweep the snow in front of their doors and blindly practice hard behind closed doors, or have close ties with the secular world, and even maintain their operation by offering sacrifices.

After all, people are still cultivating immortals.

This is true of the biyumen where Qiu's son is located, and so is the Langfeng sect.

This array sect is also closely related to the embroidered clothes imperial historian and has sold many unique arrays.

Wang he's split virtual array is traded internally for his achievements.

Now, father pili has invited Langfeng sect's disciples to enter the house, and the target is Liu's house.

The reason is high sounding.

He suspected the murderer of Wang He, so he hid in the house.

As for whether others believe it or not, Langfeng sect believes it anyway.

"Elder martial brother, the embroidered imperial historian died in a throw of heaven and earth. A hundred heaven and earth coins. What a fortune, it's a waste."

"When we meet the thief, we must start first. We must not give the other party room to fight back!"

"Good!"

Liu's house was far away. The three people opened their lips and communicated with each other through voice. Their tone was solemn, sorry and a touch of uncontrollable greed.

But they didn't find that the backyard of Liufu was shrouded in a light purple cloud and fog, and only heard a melodious music coming from afar.

At the beginning, the music was very low, seemingly nonexistent, but it was low and continuous, like a hairspring floating in the wind.

Shaoqing, the music is improved, but it is still soft, like the piano is not a zither, like a zither is not a zither, like the oriole, the magpie crows in the morning.

Three disciples of Langfeng sect have lived in the deep mountains and rivers since their childhood. They have also heard the elders of the school play boundless pure and mysterious music with mountains, caves and valleys as Xiao flute and streams and trees as silk strings. However, they think the music is more graceful and magnificent, like celestial music.

The desire in their hearts was hooked. In a trance, they seemed to have ranked in the immortal class. Their eyes were immersed, showing joy. They took one step, disappeared into the purple fog and disappeared.