There is also a key in the box.

The Hongfu River envoy had the most serious expression at this moment. He did not face Gu Qian this time, but turned his head slightly, looked at Zhang Junling, who was stunned and stunned, and said solemnly: "Mr. Zhang, Your Highness believes that you are from the orthodox Lotus Pavilion and are Mr. Yuan Chun's closed-door disciple. So he decided to hand over this key to you. I hope you can compromise and keep it."

This is a key in the shape of a slanted moon.

"What key is this?"

Zhang Junling frowned, his fingers gathered together, and raised them slightly. The key floated up with a rush and flew into her palm. When you look closely, it seemed that there was nothing special or different. It was just like a slanting moon, and the sound of water would ripple out with a swaying sway.

The same is true for Gu Qian. This is the first time he has seen such a strange-shaped key.

"This is...a special key."

The messenger of Hongfu River gave such an answer in a vague manner, with a mysterious smile on his face and said, "Mr. Zhang is in good condition."

A mysterious mystery.

Weird and weird.

Zhang Junling pulled the corner of his lips, too lazy to think about it so much, but he just twisted it gently and threw it. The key of the slanted moon was thrown up and down. She nodded and said, "This key looks very good, I like it very much. I accepted it."

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"Ning Yi, as you can see, Gongsun Yue has been ruined."

Outside Tiandu City, there is a red pavilion and green water.

The prince elegantly set up a long table and layed out Bai Xuan. The old man Hai grinded it for him. In front of him was the lake water of the Free Lake, surrounded by mountains and mist, which looked like a fairyland on earth.

The severe winter has passed, and although there is still a steep spring cold, the ice on the lake surface melts, and carp recovers, and under the sparkling waves, there is a lot of vitality.

Ning Yi stood under the red pavilion, watching the eaves hanging on the corners and hanging four bells. This is a unique small array of lotus pavilions. The four bells contain wind and thunder, which offset the castration under the collision and open up a clean space. This small red pavilion will not be affected by wind and rain, dust, or mosquitoes and flies.

The prince picked up his strokes and drew the lake water in front of him. He worked very deeply in his painting skills. Perhaps he was secretly sharpening in the years and months when the sky was hibernating. Under the pen, the fog swayed around the mountain walls, which was quite cramped. But immediately, the lake surface was soft and a small boat was fainted.

But there is only an empty lake in front of you.

After Ning Yi sent Xu Qingyan, he came here. He entered the red pavilion, found a railing, pressed the jade railing with both hands, looked into the lake, and said, "Actually, my grudges with him are not as deep as you think. I kill him, he kills me, this cause and effect has been ended in the Lotus Temple. I didn't kill him, and he couldn't kill me... In fact, today, there are no more grudges."

"I thought you would feel more comfortable when you see Gongsun's appearance."

“…”

The prince stared at the sight, did not look up, and was still concentrating on painting, and said softly: "Ning Dajianxian, you really should look at the faces of those people in front of the palace."

"As soon as the Supervisory Office collapsed, Zhao Wen came out, the censors in the court came to express their opinions with their crowns." The prince couldn't help laughing, retreated slightly, and watched his paintings. "The fearful ghosts who usually hide 800 miles away are now all fierce and stubborn heroes. Looking at the advice in this palace, it was really eye-opening... Gongsun Yue was pulled out his tongue and snatched his eyes. He marched for three days and was cut into pieces. They didn't think it was enough. They really hated this living king of hell.

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ah."

"But Gongsun Yue killed so many people, it has nothing to do with them."

The prince's smile was a little cold, "The one who really puts down the wrong person and pushes the dangerous wall is not the old enemy who is resentful and resentful, but the mobs who are usually timid and dare not say anything."

Ning Yi was silent for a while and said, "Your document is too intense."

"This is what Gongsun asked for."

The prince said expressionlessly: "I wanted to give him a good way to return safely, but he insisted on suffering."

The pen and ink hover.

It seemed that this solemn spirit affected the painting. The prince kept his pen hanging down. He kept his voice slowly and softer. "I asked Kunhailou to be responsible for the cage car parade. Gongsun's final torture will be performed by Gu Qian himself."

Ning Yi raised his eyebrows, "The last torture?"

The "break" between Gu Qian and Gongsun Yue can be seen by anyone with a discerning eye. This is just a separation in the name of protection. Gongsun Yue cut off his connection with Gu Qian at the last moment when he still held power... So this violent storm swept across the sky, and Gu Qian was the only official who was safe and reused.

Now the prince has arranged a cage carriage parade, and Gu Qian is personally responsible for sending Gongsun Yue on the road. With the character of the judge, will he really be sentenced according to the order?

Ning Yi wanted to speak but stopped.

The prince finally calmed down and said, "I know what you are going to say."

Ning Yi looked at Li Baijiao and said, "I don't think Gu Qian will kill Gongsun Yue."

"Gu Qian...of course he won't kill Gongsun Yue."

The prince smiled, picked up the scroll, shaking gently, a free lake landscape mist painting appeared on the paper, sparkling, and the huge scroll was mostly white. The only thing he really wrote was a small boat. On the boat, a woman in red, with her pillow, half carrying a wine pot, half asleep and half awake, fog, and although her face was blurry, her temperament was amazing.

A touch of fallen red in the black and white mountains and rivers.

Li Baijiao looked at the woman in the painting and suddenly felt a slight twist in his heart and murmured softly: "So, this is called torture."

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Gongsun Yue's hearing gradually recovered.

It is the reason for the "Holy Light Technique". This secret technique is called the Rejuvenation Technique by the scholars in Xiling. Although it cannot be used to live and die, the effect is incredible.

Gu Qian took care of him in every detail, as if he was in a mess today, Kunhai Tower was the only one who could refuse, and many meetings and social events were pushed. Even so, he was still extremely busy. However, no matter where Gu Qian was and what he was busy with, he would try his best to squeeze out time within twelve hours to return to the underground secret room of Kunhai Tower. Later, he was too busy to get out of his way, and could not trust others. He could only beg Zhang Junling, and when he remembered, he came underground to extend his life for Gongsun Yue.

Times pass quickly.

Fifteen days passed in a row. During these fifteen days, the slight knife edges of Gongsun Yue's body healed, the scars were scabbed, and under the guidance of the "Holy Light Technique", he could hear the sounds around him clearly... For him, this was a very important thing.

A man cut into pieces was thrown into a dark, silent space.

This is indeed torture and torture that is more painful than death.

Now he could hear... When the prince was executed, he did not completely remove his hearing, but he was too stimulated when he was executed, and he was temporarily deaf.

He lies

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In the coffin, it is more like a dead person than a dead person.

The eyeballs in my mouth have long been removed and soaked in the bottles and jars filled with stars, rising and falling, and they are already turbid.

Zhang Junling leaned against the dim basement and used the Holy Light Technique. In the cramped underground space, she was shining with dazzling light... Her cultivation was much stronger than Gu Qian, and the effect of the Holy Light Technique she used was naturally much better.

The light fades away.

The "guy" in the coffin also recovered a little.

This kind of magic cannot be used one after another... The body of an ordinary person cannot bear it. It is a violation of the law to use it once in twelve hours, but only in this way can Gongsun be pulled back from the verge of death.

After finishing treatment, Zhang Junling was about to leave the basement.

A gentle "squeak" sound was a little harsh, like a wild cat was grabbing the wooden board.

Zhang Junling frowned.

The man lying in the coffin used his last bit of strength to break the newly grown nails on the side of the coffin and wrote crookedly: "Where is Gu...?"

Gu Qian's Gu character was not written correctly. After his nails were broken, there was a sloppy blood, but Zhang Junling "read" this line of words.

She gently threw out a ball of starlight and landed in front of Gongsun Yue, and asked, "Do you know who saved you?"

A strange smile appeared on Gongsun Yue's hideous and ugly face.

Who else could save him in this world?

Before his hearing could recover, he was left with only a chaotic consciousness. After continuous torture... the brief tranquility he received was then hit by something and his body was bumped. If he was not wrong, he should have been escorted to parade and abused, and then there was a brief tranquility, followed by another bumpy.

However, this time, there were no more throwing objects. He had already guessed in his mind that he had been rescued.

Next is the "Holy Light Technique", which clears the stagnation in the body.

Judging from the different effects of the two performers, it is obvious that there is another person treating himself.

Gongsun Yue lay in the coffin, holding the starlight thrown by Zhang Junling. With his consciousness, the starlight slowly overflowed. This was the unique "representation technique" in the Lotus Pavilion, which embodies the idea of ​​the sea of ​​gods. This technique evolved to the back, which was the so-called transmission of voice into secrets, and then behind it, it might be the legendary "speaking and following the Dharma".

"Zhang Junling?"

Gongsun Yue asked nervously.

"Don't thank me." The woman in green predicted the following conversation in advance, so she responded coldly: "If it weren't for Gu Qian's request, I should have killed you."

Sure enough, there was silence.

The man in the coffin was silent for a long time and did not speak again.

Gongsun Yue seemed to be thinking, he had too many things to say.

Zhang Junling turned around without any nostalgia and said, "Cherish the last time. Even with the treatment of the 'Holy Light Technique', you won't be able to live long."

"Wait a minute—"

The starry sky was filled with anxious thoughts.

Zhang Junling frowned his beautiful brows and turned around impatiently.

"Will you do me a favor?"

A violent cough sounded in the coffin. The man couldn't speak, but for some reason... When Zhang Junling saw those lines, he felt the struggle and pain coming to his face.
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