Demon Eye Shura

Zhao Qi leaned against the pillar, coughing up blood, looking at the red blood in his hand, with an expression of disbelief on his face. He is in charge of the entire military department, and he has been in charge of Luo Tianxia's magic weapon all these years. It can be said that he has experience in dealing with magic weapons , Looking at the entire Golden Luan Palace, no one can match him. .

In his eyes, magic weapons are just things like mascots tainted with spirituality, but just now, he was attacked by such a "mascot" and suffered serious injuries!

In the arena, looking at Zhao Qi who was lying limp on the side, all the civil and military officials who recovered from the shock sighed again and again, looking at this powerful and terrifying magic weapon on the ground with complicated eyes.

Sighing lightly, Beitangxian raised his hand high, and was about to call for someone to help Zhao Qi go down to heal his wounds, but Zhao Qi's expression suddenly changed at this moment!

In the distance, Zhao Qi, who was almost paralyzed on the ground, suddenly sprang up like a prostrate tiger. The originally faint red aura suddenly surged at this moment, and the sole of his foot suddenly stepped on the gold brick, and his figure rushed out. Everywhere it passed was shattered and stones scattered everywhere.

Looking at the painting with scarlet eyes, the blood on the corner of Zhao Qi's mouth showed infinite ferocity: "It's all your broken painting, see if I don't tear you up!"

"Bold Zhao Qi, presumptuous!"

The sudden turn of events surprised all the Chinese and military ministers in the palace, followed by a loud shout, but at this moment, Zhao Qi, who was blinded by shame and anger, couldn't listen at all, and rushed towards the picture scroll like crazy, making a gesture to smash it torn apart.

The sudden change in the arena caused everyone around to cry out in shock. The lord of the country, Bei Tangxian, also slapped the dragon chair angrily, and stood up abruptly. Although he didn't understand martial arts, he could still feel how powerful Zhao Qi was at this moment. crazy!If this strange painting is really torn up by Zhao Qi, it will undoubtedly be a huge loss to the entire Beitang!

"Chen Gong, do it! You must not damage this painting!" Bei Tangxian whispered, and Long Yan was furious.

"No, this painting is weird. Returning to His Majesty the Lord, Zhao Qi did this to humiliate himself." Chen Shijun stared at Zhao Qi coldly, humming in his heart.Even this pair of painting knives can't be split, so can it be torn apart with brute force?

"boom!"

Sure enough, just when everyone was still in shock, Zhao Qi was bounced away by an impact again.

"puff!"

This time, Zhao Qi was injured even more seriously. The qi in that painting was like poisonous insects, penetrating through the torso and directly reaching the internal organs. Passed out.

This time, even Prince Wu Jiang Nan was shocked, looking at this monster picture with incomparably deep eyes.Jiang Nan knew Zhao Qi's strength. Even if he couldn't compare with the innate masters in his hands, he had brute strength.

And this painting was able to hurt him to such an extent, it was really beyond his expectation.

"Liu Huangfu and Huan'er will go back with me, and the rest... will be dismissed by me! Retire!" Beitang Xian cast an angry look at Zhao Qi, who was seriously injured, and flung his sleeves away.

After a group of civil and military ministers respectfully sent the lord away, Chen Shijun glanced away indifferently, glanced at Zhao Qi, and said sharply: "Zhao Qi openly provoked Long Wei, temporarily dismissed from the post of Minister of the Ministry of War, and first escorted to the prison for treatment, waiting Get lost!"

In one sentence, Zhao Qi's future was directly pronounced.

In this regard, everyone was silent, and no one made a comment.

In the end, except for Chen Shijun, Prince Wu Jiang Nan, and Zhao Qi who was severely injured and collapsed on the ground, the rest of the civil servants and military generals in the entire hall had already left.

The guards came to the hall, saw Chen Shijun and Jiang Nan, bowed to them one after another, dragged Zhao Qi away.

"Prince, save me..." Zhao Qi reached out and grabbed Prince Jiang's sleeve while being dragged away by the prison guards.

Without saying a word, Jiang Nan gently tore off the blood-stained sleeve robe and stopped looking at him.

Until the last moment, Zhao Qi still couldn't believe that he, who had sacrificed his life for 20 years, was actually abandoned like this.

"Master Chen is very capable." The moment before leaving, Jiang Nan looked at the direction where Zhao Qi was being dragged away, Jiang Nan tilted her head slightly, with some teasing in her words.

"The ability of a humble official is as high as the sky, so how can it compare to one hundred thousandth of Lord Wu?" Chen Shijun bowed humbly, and said in an inaudible and slightly wry voice: "In addition, I need to remind Lord Wu of my humble position. It's better to act restrained, His Majesty doesn't say anything, but it's not invisible."

Jiang Nan smiled, without saying anything, flicked his sleeves, and left the hall.

……

In the imperial study room, Beitang Xian sat in front of the stage, while Liu Changqing and Beitang Huan stood respectfully in front of him.

"You don't need to be formal when you come here. Let's all sit down." Beitangxian said with a gentle face. For him, he only had two roles here, one was Liu Changqing's classmate, and the other was Beitanghuan's father.He is just an ordinary person.

"Yes."

Liu Changqing and Beitang Huan were not polite, they randomly found a chair and sat down, Chen Shijun nodded slightly, winked at the maid on the side, and presented two bowls of hot tea.

"This painting is not simple." Bei Tangxian took a sip of jujube tea, "I want to hear what happened to you yesterday."

Liu Changqing nodded lightly, and told the truth about the process of buying the painting yesterday, and as Liu Changqing told, Bei Tangxian's expression became more and more surprised. When it was time to dot the eyes, Bei Tangxian's eyes moved: "Huh? This painting is only a semi-finished product, and it still lacks two eyes? The person who sells the painting actually asks for 1 taels for one eye? Interesting, really interesting! Is it possible to make a point? After you close your eyes, will the spirit of this magic weapon become even bigger?"

"Perhaps..." Liu Changqing nodded uncertainly, and immediately said: "However, the person who sells the painting is not the same person as the person who made the painting. According to the person who sold the painting, the person who made the painting seems to be his apprentice The relationship between the two is a master-student relationship."

"Master and apprentice?" Bei Tangxian's eyes were slightly startled. If the painting made by this apprentice is like this, wouldn't it be against the heavens to paint a painting by this master?

Thinking of this, Bei Tangxian suddenly became excited, and he asked, "Do you know where the art seller is now?"

Liu Changqing shook his head: "The art seller refused to reveal his identity, but he did tell where his apprentice is."

"Where?" Bei Tangxian suddenly became interested.

Liu Changqing said truthfully: "His name is Lin Fan, and he works in Longkongxuan in the East City. He seems to be a new high-level executive."

"Long Kongxuan?" Bei Tangxian was slightly taken aback. In his impression, Longkongxuan was just a forest of wine ponds and meat, a place where fish and meat were chaotic. How could such a master of painting be in such a place?

"This is what the master painting seller said himself, it's absolutely true." Seeming to see Bei Tangxian's doubts, Liu Changqing nodded affirmatively.

"Okay! Whether I'm here or not, I'm going to look for it!" Bei Tangxian, who had always been calm, was excited at this moment. He stood up, looked at Chen Shijun who was beside him, and said, "Mr. Chen, make arrangements for me. I want Get out of the palace!" (To be continued.)