(This chapter should have been a dark light in the room, and it wouldn't be shining on me. Fortunately, I'm very satisfied with the title of this chapter.)

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In the hall, Grand Secretary Chen and a general once said with a mocking meaning that even Jing Jiu could trap these officials in the palace would be useless.

Jing Jiu didn't think about doing this at all, but directly killed them all.

Dozens of officials fell into a pool of blood, and he also paid some price.

Those generals had some skills, and Grand Secretary Chen had already made preparations in advance and invited several powerful practitioners to impersonate officials to enter the palace.

The rising sun shone on his pale face. He looked at the sky far outside the imperial city, thinking of some things that had been long ago and long later.

History always repeats itself continuously, the only difference is that his level here is somewhat low.

The little eunuch walked out of the corner of the hall with several officials who were still alive. Looking at the pool of blood on the ground, thinking about the cruel and bloody scenes before, the officials' legs were a little weak and they barely walked out of the hall. Looking at the Emperor's Majesty who was covered in blood and carrying swords, he dared not look directly at him. He knelt down after several sounds.

"If you can still walk, go and get things done."

Jing Jiu's voice was not emotional.

Those officials dared not delay, so they supported their bodies with their hands and walked out of the palace as fast as possible.

There are still many things that they need to do. Pacifying the imperial guards is the first step, and rescuing those adults from the imperial prison is the second step.

There was a little commotion outside the imperial city and it quickly calmed down. Not long after, the palace gate was opened again. Dozens of officials came to the palace and knelt in front of Jing Jiu.

These people had just left the imperial prison and were wearing prison uniforms, looking extremely embarrassed.

General Pei and Zhou Taishou knelt in the front.

The former is the most trusted general of Grand Secretary Zhang and the highest prestige in Chu State. The latter has a much different status, but he is the future prime minister prepared by Grand Secretary Zhang for Jing Jiu.

They heard from those colleagues that what happened in the palace today and could not believe it at all. Until now, they watched dozens of eunuchs and palace maids constantly splashing clear water into the palace under the command of several eunuchs, and watched the blood flow out of the hall like a waterfall and flow down the stone steps, and were shocked to confirm that it was true.

His Majesty almost killed all the officials in the court.

Jing Jiu looked at General Pei and said, "You go to the camp outside the city. If there is any problem in the capital, just extinguish it."

General Pei's expression changed slightly. Zhou Taishou was worried that His Majesty would not know the complexity of the current situation and said, "The capital camp will not listen to General Pei's orders. All the prefectures in the capital have been prepared for a long time, and those princes will definitely not be at peace. Maybe they will make trouble in the chaos. Your Majesty..."

"You are the ones selected by the Grand Secretary. If you can't handle such small matters well, his vision will be a bit too bad."

Thinking of Grand Secretary Chen who died in the hall and Shangshu Jin who died yesterday, Jing Jiu found that Grand Secretary Zhang had a bad vision, except that he understood himself.

"Anyway, don't bother me with such small things. Don't want to do this today and don't want to do it in the future. You should learn from him in this regard."

After saying this, he turned around and walked towards the cold palace.

Zhuo Rusui yawned and left with him.

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The rusted lock has been removed, and the side door that usually delivers miscellaneous items has been sealed. Apart from this, the cold palace has not changed much and is still as deserted.

Jing Jiu threw the seriously damaged sword into the pool, changed into a dress, leaned back on the couch, and naturally the blood in his body was clean.

Zhuo Rusui stood in front of the couch and said, "If it weren't for the broken arm that time, maybe I'd forgotten most of the things outside now."

Jing Jiu said: "If you want to compete for the immortal talisman, Qingtianjian will naturally not let you forget this matter, and it doesn't matter if you forget other things."

Zhuo Rusui said, "Uncle Master, what are you going to do?"

Jing Jiu said, "Where are you?"

"I still have the same idea as before, and I will practice and kill people here."

Zhuo Rusui said for granted: "Kill all other seekers, and the immortal talisman is naturally from the green mountains. Even if it fails, it will not waste these decades."

Jing Jiu said, "I'm about the same."

The Qingshan disciples acted so neatly and neatly, and it was not surprising that they had similar layouts.

Zhuo Rusui just didn't understand. Since he wanted to practice and to kill other questioners, what are you doing when you hide in the palace every day?

He knew that even if he asked, he would not have an answer. He didn't see how helpless the boy was in death back then, so he raised his hand and bowed casually, and then prepared to leave.

Jing Jiu said, "Where to go?"

Zhuo Rusui said: "Go to Zhao State to kill the eunuch."

Jing Jiu said: "He Zhen is a little perverted, be careful."

After Zhuo Rusui left, the palace was even more deserted and quiet.

The capital will be in chaos today. I don’t know if General Pei, Zhou Taishou and others can stabilize the situation, nor how many people will die in the end.

Jing Jiu sat on the couch, quietly looking at the sky outside the window, maintaining this posture for a long time.

No one knows what he is thinking about, it should have nothing to do with the chaos in the capital.

As the sky light shifted, people came outside the hall from time to time to report the current situation. What is interesting is that the person who was passing the message was not the little eunuch, but the eldest son Zhang.

Perhaps in the eyes of General Pei, Zhou Taishou and others, Master Zhang is the person who is most trusted by His Majesty.

Jing Jiu didn't reply, and still looked out the window, silent.

The sun gradually sets, and after dusk, the night is dark, and the light in the palace becomes darker.

At some point, a light lit up in the hall.

Flutter, flutter.

The blue bird flew into the hall with its wings, landed on the couch, and turned into that cute little girl.

Jing Jiu asked, "Solved?"

Qing'er said: "The rebellion between the camp outside the city and the imperial guards has been suppressed by Pei Siming, and the residences of those ministers have been controlled, so you don't have to worry."

Jing Jiu said, "I don't."

Qing'er said slightly angrily: "Those people outside like to watch wars, so they can use those pictures to fool them, but I always have to put some of your pictures for them to see."

"I remember you said that I practice and sleep here every day, and those people outside Echo Valley have long been tired of seeing it."

"But like the scene of you killing people in the hall today, they like to watch the most. I didn't release it, I don't know how many complaints it caused."

"The picture that cannot be seen directly may be more exciting."

"It makes sense, no wonder there are many positive reviews."

"You're welcome."

"You don't have to be polite."

Qing'er said a little annoyed: "Don't always let me be a messenger in the future. What if it arouses the suspicion of Bai Zhenren?"

Jing Jiu said, "I will pay attention."

The dim light fell on him.

Because of the murder during the day, his face was a little pale, his expression was a little tired, and his black hair was scattered over his shoulders, showing a decadent beauty.

Looking at this scene, Qing'er was a little dazed. After a while, she woke up and said in surprise: "You actually lit a lamp?"

Jing Jiu nodded.

This palace rarely lights. It was not until a few days ago that Grand Secretary Zhang came once before his death that there were lights.

Qing'er thought about what happened these days and asked in confusion: "You are dedicated to practicing and don't care much about other things, why are you willing to take action this time?"

Jing Jiu said: "Practice requires a quiet place. My doings are no different from the threats caused by a bear to get rid of the hole."

Qing'er looked at him and asked, "It's really? Just so?"

Jing Jiu said: "Of course."

Qing'er curled her lips and said, "Or...but I still think your move is related to the Grand Secretary."

Jing Jiu said: "Maybe that's the case."

Qing'er's eyes lit up and she said, "What's the difference between the Grand Secretary? You are fake to him, for you... well, he may be real... wrong. Since you will leave the illusion and may not come back in your life, even if you come, you will not be able to see him again. Then, for you, he is fake?"

There are too many true and false in this sentence, and I can no longer tell the difference between true and false.

Qing'er stared into his eyes and said, "According to your words, all those who leave and never come back are fake to each other, so why do you do this?"

Jing Jiu looked at the dark lamp and said, "Because there are many things in the world that have nothing to do with true or false."

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It was quiet outside Echo Valley.

The light curtain in the sky stays in that picture.

The dark lights in the hall were getting farther and the lights were brightly lit in the capital, and the cavalry's iron hooves stepped across the bluestone road, and their crying gradually became lower.

No one heard the conversation between Bluebird and Jing Jiu in front, but everyone saw the whole story.

No matter how calm the practitioner is, he is a little sad when he looks at the lights of thousands of families in the picture and thinks about the joys and sorrows he has seen in the past thirty days.

Seser's eyes were already wet, but she didn't know whether it was for the sake of Jing Jiu and Grand Secretary Zhang or why.

Tongyan stood on the cliff somewhere in the distance, thinking about what Jing Jiu said last time, and was silent for a long time.

Those are all fake.

Practitioners have heard similar words in the process of seeking the great way. They may come from teachers and classmates, but they are not as absolute and affirmative as Jing Jiu.

If you hear such words too much, many practitioners often have some illusion. By recognizing the falsehood, you can touch reality and eliminate emotions. But as Jing Jiu said, many things in the world are not true or false, who can really eliminate emotions? Or, why do you need to eliminate emotions?

There was a sound of footsteps behind the cliff. Tongyan turned her head and found that it was the black and thin disciple of the merciless sect. She suddenly asked, "What do you think of your young master?"

Liu Shisui was surprised and thought that his true identity had been seen through?
Chapter completed!