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Chapter 32 The cat ghost reappears, the imperial concubine gives birth prematurely (1)

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    Song Cheng paused slightly for the hand holding the wine cup.

    Five Heroes of the Central Plains Mr. Guangling

    In recent years, after he became a teacher, he tried his best to restore the business prosperity of the Central Plains, opened the road to the Western Regions in the Han and Tang Dynasties, and asked the merchant of the Celestial Dynasty, Bu Zetianxia, ??who abandoned his military to start a business, why did he pick up a shuriken again?

    Could it be

    Thinking of Shen Chao, Song Cheng gradually had speculations in his heart, and he couldn't help but click his tongue.

    Sure enough, since ancient times, heroes have been saddened by beauty.

    This Lord Guangling can be regarded as the leader of the younger generation.

    "Why, I hate that my drink is not mellow." Song Cheng looked sideways, saw Shen Cong's frown, and couldn't help laughing.

    "My lord is just a little bit reluctant to spend money, and it's not because the wine is bad." A good jar of Nvhong was boiled like this by you, a stingy master.  Shen Cong put down the wine cup calmly, and looked up solemnly.

    Song Cheng: "" This brat.

    He simply held a jug of warm wine in his arms, drank heavily, and looked at the long night: "That four-tailed black fox, I will go to record it tomorrow."

    Shen Cong nodded.

    The filing needs to be approved by the commanding envoy. If so, then it will come back to work tomorrow.

    "Shen Cong, do you know what cultivation is?" Song Cheng suddenly opened his lips.

    "Practitioners, self-cultivation and self-cultivation, seek the way of immortality. Strengthening the righteous and eliminating evil should be spiritual practice." Shen Cong replied.

    "En." Song Cheng suddenly lifted the jug in the void and poured it down.

    The wine was actually divided into two groups, floating in the air, each of which was different from each other.

    "Get rid of the dross, it is the essence. Practice, abandon external distracting thoughts, what is left behind is the Tao. If the mind of the Tao exists, all difficulties can be broken." He pointed a ball of water at Shen Cong's wine cup, and the wine  It fell at the sound.

    Shen Cong was thoughtful.

    He picked up the wine cup and took a sip, and the pure daughter's red fragrance immediately spread between his lips and teeth.

    As for another ball of water, it fell into Song Cheng's wine cup.

    Song Cheng smiled slightly, drank the clear water in the cup, got up and walked into the house

    "Go back. I'll just mention a few things to you, and the path of practice in the future is entirely up to you to explore."

    The voice came out of nowhere, but it was exceptionally clear.

    Although this guy is greedy for money and stingy, he has quite a bit of insight into the way of cultivation.

    As he said, the way of Tao is not easy to find.

    Shen Cong got up, bowed to the closed door of the room, extinguished the small fire on the table, and then set off to return to the Qin Palace.

    Trouble will always follow.

    The next day.

    The silence of Prince Qin's Mansion was broken by a hasty knock on the door.

    Lao Liu hastily ran over and pulled the door bolt, then tried his best to open the rich door, and saw several Jin Yiwei in black bullfighting robes, and one of them was very familiar.

    Isn't it Gu Jiuling?

    "Where is Shen Yunzhe?" Gu Jiuling clasped fists with Old Liu.

    "Your Highness is still resting at this meeting, and you all look in a hurry, but there is something urgent." Lao Liu bowed his head and bowed in return.

    "Important matter. Please trouble Uncle Liu to go."

    Lao Liu hurriedly responded, went to Yunzhaiju, and gently knocked on the wooden door.

    "Master, someone is looking for you outside."

    There was a rustling sound inside, and after a short while, the wooden door opened in response.

    Shen Cong straightened his clothes and looked up at the sky.

    At about the beginning of Yinshi, he had only practiced for less than an hour.

    "Grandpa"

    "I know who it is." Before Lao Liu could finish his sentence, Shen Cong had already stepped forward, riding the golden halo to Gu Jiuling's side.

    "My lord." Several Jin Yiwei clasped their fists together.

    "What happened?" Shen Cong looked at Gu Jiuling.

    Gu Jiuling stayed up all night, his face was tireless.  Seeing him looking, he slowly opened his lips and said: "A hour ago, someone reported to the official that the family of the household servant was killed by monsters. He also said that he saw a pair of scarlet cat eyes on the top of the eaves.  Mr. Song is still recovering from his wounds, and I ordered you to assist Jin Yiwei Zhen Fushi to investigate this case."

    Shen Cong heard the words, twitched his fingers to deduce it, and immediately narrowed his eyes.

    As expected, it was a cat ghost again.

    Following Gu Jiuling and the others, he immediately went to the mansion of the servant of the household department.

    Looking at Shen Cong's hurried back, Old Liu couldn't help but sighed.

    At the foot of the emperor in the imperial city, monsters dare to run amok and cause harm to the world.

    Although Jinyiwei guards strictly, it is inevitable that there will be fish that slip through the net.

    So much so that the people seem to be at peace, but have to live in fear.

    I don't know when it will be the head.

    Lao Liu sighed again, and returned home to start a busy day.

    The sky was turning white, but in front of the Household Minister's mansion, a group of people surrounded him.

    When Shen Cong and the others arrived, the people had already formed a large circle.  Several people pushed aside the crowd and walked inside.

    Just like that day when the country was waiting to be destroyed, when the blood-stained corpses were brought out one by one, the people stretched their necks to look in, pointed and whispered.

    The first few, with a piece of steaming white flour steamed buns in their arms, stared furtively at one corpse after another.

    Ignorance and ignorance.

    Gu Jiuling smiled.

    Shen Cong shook his head secretly.

    This is the pedantry of this age.

    In the lobby in the distance, a young man dressed in a flying fish gown, with an embroidered spring knife on his waist, and a black gauze hat is rubbing his chin, looking up at the front.

    On the high wall in front, a young girl in disheveled clothes was fixed on it by a wooden nail.  She was bitten all over with cuts and bruises, and the two blood holes between her eyebrows were extremely terrifying.  On the wooden nail, there is also a piece of cinnabar talisman.

    "My lord." Everyone in Shen Cong stepped forward and bowed to the young master.

    Fan An, that is, the son of the pacifier, turned his head, looked at the person who came, and waved his hand lazily: "There is no need to be polite. Who among you has seen this talisman?"

    When everyone heard the words, they immediately raised their eyes and looked together.

    "Master Hui, it's a soul-suppressing talisman." Shen Cong sized him up for a moment, then bowed and replied.

    "Soul Relief Talisman" Fan An raised his eyebrows.

    Shen Cong nodded, took a few steps forward to observe carefully, and then came to a conclusion: "This soul-suppressing talisman is not that soul-suppressing talisman."

    Ordinary soul-suppressing talisman, the things it suppresses are all souls.

    And this talisman, the thing it suppresses is Qi.

    "The murderer pasted the soul-suppressing talisman between the eyebrows of the servant of the household department, Qianjin, with the intention of sealing his last breath and refining it into a puppet." Before Shen Cong finished speaking, seeing Fan An reaching out to take off the talisman, he hurriedly stood in front of the corpse  , cupping his fists and bowing, "Your Excellency, you can't."

    "Why?" Fan An raised an eyebrow.

    "If you take off the talisman, the corpse will quickly ossify, and then mutate, becoming a zombie." Shen Cong lowered his eyes, explaining in an unassuming manner, "If you don't take off the talisman, the corpse will become a puppet within a day.  If you want to get rid of it, only the fire of the sun can do it."

    Since ancient times, yin and yang have been mutually restrained.

    This talisman has been turned into the most evil thing. If you want to melt it away, you can only do it with the fire of the most yang.

    "The sacred fire of Taoism has not appeared in the world for hundreds of years, how do you find it?" a guard in Jinyi asked puzzledly.

    "I have an old friend who is a member of the Taoist sect. Although he is a casual cultivator, he has inherited the fire of a Taoist sect." Shen Cong smiled slightly, "Tonight, I will invite him to come to Chang'an to get rid of this evil talisman.?
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