The asker in the Qingtianjian illusion is actually their soul, and so is Jing Jiu.

Without physical body, only soul, his Netherworld Immortal Sword can have unimaginable speed, and even strong people in the Nascent Soul Realm cannot compete with it.

Jing Jiu did not answer Mo Gong’s question and silently replied to the true energy.

Mo Gong left the ruins and walked into the snow. The dense holes on his body bloomed again, shooting countless blood arrows.

He seemed to have no feeling at all, and walked to Jing Jiu before stopping.

He felt the loss of vitality and the fading of mystery in the sky. He felt a little sad when he remembered Jing Jiu's previous words to look back on the past.

This kind of sadness is not regret, because he wants to do both things, wanting to see the pictures in the sky, and hope that the future of the human race is beautiful.

He just felt a little regretful that these two things happened at the same time, forcing him to make a choice.

In the end, he did not draw his sword, which could only be said to be a missed, and of course it may also be because he still had an instinctive fear of the sky.

Mo Gong said to Jing Jiu: "It's a pity that we often can only choose once."

Jing Jiu said: "Yes, this is a pity."

Mr. Mo said nothing, slowly sat down in the snow, raised his sleeves and wiped off the blood beads on his face, then closed his eyes and said goodbye.

The wind and snow fade early and it is quiet.

Zhuo Rusui sealed the broken arm of his bleeding and turned the wheelchair over.

The young man's face was pale, his breathing was rapid, and his thick eyebrows were raised very high, which represented great doubts. He said to Jing Jiu: "What are you afraid of me to guess?"

Jing Jiu said: "You have guessed it, but I won't admit it, so don't say it anymore, die."

The childish face had a look of regret in his eyes, and then he smiled, his head tilted, and his breathing was cut off.

Liu Shisui sat up from the ruins with difficulty and said with a breath: "It hurts a little."

The blood hole in his chest was extremely large and looked terrifying. You can imagine how painful it was.

Mo Gong's realm is too strong. If it weren't for the sword being locked by him in such a bloody way, it would be difficult for the Netherworld Immortal Sword to kill him so smoothly.

Jing Jiu said, "Stop holding on, go."

He was the emperor of Chu, but the killing of Prince Jing, who came from the imperial palace, would inevitably cause an uproar afterwards.

As his personal bodyguard, Liu Shisui will die in the end.

Liu Shisui pulled out his sword and crossed his neck. When she was about to exert force, she suddenly remembered something and asked: "Your Majesty, what is our relationship?"

Jing Jiu said, "You will know when you go out."

Liu Shisui said, "Then I'll take a step first."

Jing Jiu said, "Wait for me outside and don't go far."

Liu Shisui said yes, and used his hands slightly and committed suicide.

Although Zhuo Rusui was seriously injured, he had no worries about his life. As an assassin in the illusion, he must have a way to escape from the palace.

Before leaving, he also asked Jing Jiu a question.

"What's weird about your sword?"

This is what it means before entering the illusion, they had a fight in the valley where Bai Zao practiced. Zhuo Rusui felt strange at that time. Ming Jing Jiu's sword looked very ordinary, but every time he met, his sword essence would stagnate.

The iron sword was much weirder. Jing Jiu knew what he was asking and said, "My sword is poisonous."

Zhuo Rusui thought about his usual behavior and spread his hands and said, "Uncle Master, I think you are the one who is poisonous."

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The quiet part in the palace gate brought unimaginable anxiety to the people outside the palace gate, and the Grand Secretary could no longer wait like this.

With a loud bang, the palace gate was knocked open by the imperial guards with heavy wood.

The Grand Secretary waved his sleeves and repelled the dissuasion from his left and right. He entered first. Looking at the picture in front of him, his expression suddenly changed. He turned around and ordered everyone to retreat and not enter without permission.

The ministers and the imperial guards followed the order and used cloth curtains to block the eyes from inside and outside. The Grand Secretary looked at the things done in a cold manner before turning around again.

Looking at the blood on the snow and those terrible scenes, his face was a little pale, his body swayed slightly, and he murmured: "Why do you have to do this?"

Mo Gong sat on the ground, covered in blood, his eyes closed, and he was already dead.

Prince Jing was sitting in a wheelchair, tilting his head, and no longer breathed.

The black and thin guard who was not half a step away from His Majesty was dead. There was a huge blood hole in his chest and a terrifying blood thread in his throat.

The Grand Secretary walked to Jing Jiu, and it took a lot of effort to get the wrinkles on his face deeper, as if he was several years old.

Jing Jiu said indifferently: "The Prince Jing colluded with Duke Mo to assassinate me and died with this guard."

The Grand Secretary naturally knew that this was not the truth. His Majesty just gave himself an explanation and said with a wry smile: "Your Majesty... Why do you do this?"

Jing Jiu said: "Chief Jing guessed some of my thoughts, so he must die."

The Grand Secretary said in pain: "As soon as this matter occurs, King Jing either surrenders to Zhao, Qin, or directly rebels. If the State of Chu is difficult to conquer the world, does Your Majesty care?"

Jing Jiu said: "You should be very clear about the scholars and people who are causing trouble outside the palace. It is not wrong to be afraid of war and avoid war. It is a normal human nature, but if you want to conquer the world, it is not feasible to rely on the people of Chu."

The Chu State has been in peace for a long time and the people are so gentle that they only want to be properly and safe, to keep them carefully, to avoid suffering, to avoid displaced everywhere, and to avoid having no branches to rely on.

Such people are only suitable for being people, and nothing else can do.

“As long as there is enough time, these can be changed.”

The Grand Secretary looked at Jing Jiuyu and said earnestly: "Although I am old, your Majesty, you are still young."

Jing Jiu said: "I can only change some people around me, and I can't and don't want to change everyone in the world. It's too tiring and troublesome."

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The assassination of the Snow Palace was in chaos in the capital, and there were many troubles that needed to be dealt with. Mr. Zhang did not care about his fatigue and hurriedly left the palace. Naturally, he did not forget to instruct people to clean up the blood and corpses in the snow, just like Jing Jiu encountered the first assassination in the morning light many years ago.

The riots outside the imperial city, assassination and arson in the capital were all suppressed, and the city was filled with crying and scolding.

Those scholars and people who were worried about the safety of Prince Jing were naturally spread by the imperial guards, which was quite unfavorable to Jing Jiu.

For example, the thunder and lightning in the snow must be the dissatisfaction of Master Tian with His Majesty the Emperor!

Many ministers were persuading the Grand Secretary not to be so tough, and more than ten ministers wanted to use this to make trouble and force the emperor to abdicate.

The Grand Secretary was furious and directly put all these people in prison.

When the dusk was deep, the Grand Secretary came to the palace again to report the situation in the court and the reaction of Cangzhou.

Prince Jing really wanted to kill the monarch when he entered the palace. The problem was that he was dead now and His Majesty the Emperor was still alive, so no one believed the court's statement.

In order to appease the people's hearts, the court always needs to do something, and His Majesty the Emperor should do something even more.

"You can either depose the emperor or expel him."

Jing Jiu put his black hair behind him, tied it with a cloth strap, and said, "But don't try to kill me."

Of course, the Grand Secretary would not depose the emperor, although he had already seen that His Majesty did not want to be this emperor at all.

If the throne is empty, those useless princes will definitely jump out, and King Jing, who is far away in Cangzhou, doesn't know what he will do.

He pondered for a while and said, "Your Majesty will write a self-criticism and then go to the Qinglian Palace."

Jing Jiu said: "Yes."

The Grand Secretary sighed in his heart, got up and walked out of the hall.

The threshold seemed to burn in the twilight.

When he stepped across the threshold, the Grand Secretary suddenly thought of a possibility, turned around and looked at Jing Jiu, his eyes lit up slightly and said, "Your Majesty, do you want to have a son?"

Jing Jiu's answer is very simple and clear.

"In no mood."

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As the dusk became darker and the night was about to arrive, the blood outside the hall mixed with snow water was washed away without any bloody smell, and even the palace gate was repaired.

The blue bird spread its wings and flew over, landed on the window, looking at Jing Jiu.

Jing Jiu said, "Thank you."

He rarely says thank you to others because he rarely needs help from others.

Today, when Mo Gong stepped into the palace, the blue bird flew away from the chessboard, stood at the eaves at a high place, and cleverly selected the picture with a perspective. The monks in the real world only knew that Mo Gong was dead, but did not see his move. At that time, the young face was sitting in a wheelchair with his back facing the snow pavilion, and could not see the specific picture.

There is no love or hate in the world for no reason. Any help needs to be rewarded, but sometimes reward is one's own spiritual satisfaction.

Bluebird does not belong to this, and said, "I hope you can help me figure out a problem."

Jing Jiu said: "Tell me."

Blue Bird said: "Why can Mr. Mo see the truth?"
To be continued...