Fighter of the Destiny

The second master of the Tang family walked towards the imperial city.

This was his first time coming to the palace, but he was very familiar with the palace. No matter whether it was the Tiandao Killing Formation or other mechanisms, it could not make him hesitate for a moment.

Not long after, Qingshan disappeared into the night, and when he reappeared, he was already in front of Lingyan Pavilion.

The stone steps closest to his eyes were very long, going straight into the night sky, as if he could reach the sky through it.

For many people, Lingyan Pavilion and this long staircase are the most spectacular and beautiful buildings in the palace.

But to the second master of the Tang family, this stone staircase and the single-story building at the top were the most ugly buildings in the palace.

In his opinion, Lingyan Pavilion, this long staircase, and the architectural style of the palace cannot be integrated at all. They are too new and too conspicuous.

“It’s really the aesthetic of the nouveau riche.”

He said with a smile, and then walked up the long steps.

When he arrived at Lingyan Pavilion, he didn't show any caution and just opened the door and walked in, looking too calm and calm.

Liang Wangsun sat on the ground in the middle of Lingyan Pavilion, looking at the closed window quietly, not knowing what he was thinking.

His blood is still flowing, passing through the light from the fireworks during the day and entering the streets of Kyoto.

Emperor Taizong's transformation of the imperial chariot diagram is not thorough, and some problems cannot be solved. If you persist like this, the blood will be shed quickly.

The second master of the Tang family walked into Lingyan Pavilion, looked at the portraits on the surrounding walls, tapped his palms with a folding fan, and shook his head.

Liang Wangsun raised his head, looked at him and said, Who are you?

The second master of the Tang family said calmly: My surname is Tang, and I am the second in line.

Liang Wangsun looked slightly calm and said: It turns out to be the second master of the Tang family.

The second master of the Tang family laughed silently, as if he was very happy because he felt that a celebrity like Liang Wangsun also knew about him.

Then his smile suddenly faded and he said expressionlessly: Since the prince knows me, you should also know that you are no match for me.

Liang Wangsun looked at him quietly and said: Others don't know how terrifying the second master of the Tang family is, so how could I not know it? But now that I am connected to the emperor's chariot, how can you touch me?

The second master of the Tang family's eyes fell on him.

A bright, golden aura was looming on Liang Wangsun's body.

He is sitting in Lingyan Pavilion, but he is integrated with the imperial chariot picture in Kyoto.

Any attack on him can be regarded as an attack on Huang Chaan Tu, and will be counterattacked mercilessly by Huang Chaan Tu.

But if we don't take action against Liang Wangsun, how can we separate him from the royal chariot map?

The second master of the Tang family laughed silently again, his expression should be a bit funny, but in the Lingyan Pavilion, which was as bright as day, it looked particularly terrifying.

Without even looking at Liang Wangsun, he walked directly to the only four beams in Lingyan Pavilion facing the east, took something out of his sleeve, and inserted it between the beams.

Liang Wangsun looked at this scene, his expression changed suddenly, he wanted to do something, but he couldn't get up.

An extremely ancient aura overflowed from the palm of the second master of the Tang family. It followed that thing and entered directly into the beams and pillars. Then it continued to go deeper, over the long stone steps, into somewhere underground in the palace, and then passed through those unknown places. Secret passages and canals spread to all directions in Kyoto.

A breeze blew up in Lingyan Pavilion, a slight buzzing sound sounded, and the bright light dimmed instantly!

The demon artifact's daytime fireworks just went out!

Liang Wangsun's blood fell down the tiger's mouth onto the daytime fireworks. It could no longer be absorbed, but continued to drip to the ground.

An extremely painful groan burst out from his lips!

His soul was separated from the imperial chariot picture in this way. Although he did not receive all the backlash from the formation, this forced separation still caused him severe internal injuries!

Just after the painful groan, blood overflowed from the corners of his lips.

Liang Wangsun's face became extremely pale, the hand holding the daytime fireworks trembled slightly, and his eyes were full of shock.

He looked at the second master of the Tang family and said in disbelief: How do you know about the formation hub and the divine method!

The second master of the Tang family slowly moved his palm away from the beam, took out a handkerchief from his sleeve and carefully wiped away the wood chips remaining in his palm.

There is an additional bronze magical instrument on the beam, most of which is embedded inside, leaving only the top layer, which looks like an eye.

An extremely ancient eye.

Not long ago, I told a junior that we should learn to be reverent. The most respectable thing about our Tang family is history. He looked at Liang Wangsun and said, Both the Chen family and your Liang family think that This grand formation in Kyoto belongs to you, but you have all forgotten that this grand formation... was built by our Tang family.

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In the autumn forest of Kyowa Garden, the statue of the sage from the previous generation carved from black stone slowly sank toward the ground again, and yellowish grass regenerated on the surface of the wet soil at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The crack in the middle of Hongju South Street slowly closed again, and the hot breath overflowing from the depths was gradually isolated. The wind became louder and howled non-stop, like a desperate and unwilling howl.

In the house in the north of Baizhifang, the decayed building could not be restored, but the clear water in the canals was flowing back into the half-collapsed well.

On the surface of the mound in Jiangong Beili, the green pines stood up again from the soil. The bones and corpses were covered up. Lightning kept falling. The golden luster rising into the sky was once again stained by the breath of resentment, and it was no longer the same as before. The majesty and sacredness of the world, everything fell into silence, and it was still a big tomb that no one knew about!

The light spilling out from Lingyan Pavilion suddenly disappeared and returned to the night, just like in the past thousand years.

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The formidable formation that enveloped the entire Kyoto gradually dissipated between heaven and earth.

The commotion that had been suppressed for a long time in the night was gradually coming to the surface.

King Lou Yang hid uneasily in the mansion outside the palace, while the other princes of the Chen family rushed towards the old mansion of their disciples who were familiar to themselves and their fathers.

All the ministries and temples of the Great Zhou Dynasty were in an eerie silence, wondering what changes would happen later.

The Ivy Courtyards are also in absolute silence. Both the imperial cavalry and the state cavalry have withdrawn and gone to places where the situation is more tense.

No one knew that Zhuang Zhihuan, the dean of Tiandaoyuan, was in the residence of the Minister of Rites at this time.

The Minister of Rites, who only showed his true inclination during the Battle of Naihe Bridge, has a high prestige in the court, so although he has endured very hard this year, the Holy Queen has not treated her like other ministers. , directly drove him out of the court, and even gave him death.

I don't know if it is because of this reason, but his attitude is not as intense as many people think.

If you can avoid killing people, it's better not to kill people. If you can save fewer people from dying, then fewer people will die.

The Minister of Rites took out a thick stack of paper from his sleeve, handed it to Zhuang Zhihuan, and said: I have been guarding the court for more than two hundred years, guarding the clouds and the moon. I am not waiting for a sudden victory. Liu Piaochu, I have respect for the empress, and I also have compassion for those ministers. Not everyone is Zhou Tong, Cheng Jun, or a traitor.

Ever since Zhuang Changyu committed suicide, Dean Zhuang, who lost his only son, has become even more silent, and tonight is no exception.

He took the stack of paper, glanced at the names on it, turned around and walked out of the house without making any promises to the Minister of Rites.

The Minister of Rites looked at his back and sighed, knowing that after tonight, whether the Holy Empress or his side wins, an extremely tragic situation will inevitably come.

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Tonight in Kyoto, the situation is extremely tense, but also extremely strange.

Among the several forces that can have enough influence on tonight's situation, some have never made their voices heard.

The silence in the palace may indicate that the Pope is still hesitating, just like the pot of green leaves, still swaying.

But the Tianhai family, which has been operating in Kyoto for many years and has great power in both the military and the court... why has it remained silent even now?

In the night surrounding the Tianhai family's mansion and manor, there were at least 10,000 cavalry hidden in the night, as well as many strong monks who flew by from time to time.

These cavalry and powerful monks are all forces controlled by the Tianhai family. The problem is that these forces should have appeared in the palace, the princes' mansions, and the various offices of the court at this time, and should not stay here, and It has been going on for a long time and there is no sign of dispatch.

The so-called silence is actually only external. A lot of things have happened inside the Tianhai family's mansion and manor.

Those things were very bloody and cruel, because the two parties fighting were tribesmen, family members, relatives, father and son...

The blood on the floor of the court was particularly dazzling under the light of the lights.

Tianhai Shengxue squinted his eyes, still feeling a nagging feeling in his chest and feeling a little dizzy.

During this period of time, news came one after another that some of the younger generations of the Tianhai family who did not obey orders and insisted on sending troops were ruthlessly suppressed by the power of the family head.

Several of his cousins ​​should have been subdued or even killed by this time.

His biological brother had an arm cut off by his father just now, right in front of his eyes.

Why?

He raised his head, looked at his father, and said with a slightly trembling voice: Why do you do this?

what why?

In the empty lobby, the chair looked particularly lonely. Tianhai Chengwu also looked lonely sitting in the chair, but this did not make his expression change in any way.

He looked at his son and asked expressionlessly: What exactly do you want to know?

There are so many things I want to know!

Tianhai Shengxue shouted angrily: What on earth are you going to do!

After experiencing the turmoil and bloody suppression in the first half of the night, there was no one in the room at this time, only their father and son, and the loneliness was a bit heart-stopping.

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(Both my boss and I are sick. I have a cold, and my whole body aches. I have had a great holiday. I hope I can get better as soon as possible, so as not to affect my work in the next few days.)