Emperor Phoenix Policy: Feng Qingtian

Chapter 465 Threat Combined 1
"Fenghuang was injured and fell into a coma. Originally, the parrot and I were guarding him. As soon as His Majesty came back, he asked us to retreat and he took care of Fenghuang by himself. I was worried at night, so I wanted to go to Fenghuang's room to have a look, but I didn't know I saw it. A scene that will never be forgotten.”

Thinking of that scene back then, Tianhe still felt shocked.

The phoenix was injured and changed back to its original form. The colorful phoenix bird lay motionless on the bed. The huge colorful wings were laid out on the snow-white carpet, shining bright red light, which was too beautiful to behold.

And His Majesty was standing beside her, using spiritual energy to heal her injuries.

The invisible spiritual energy fluttered gently on Phoenix's body like water waves, blowing her feathers and shaking them slightly.

Gradually, more and more spiritual energy penetrated into her wound bit by bit, and the clothes on Zun Shang's body were torn apart, revealing a body covered with golden scales.

With the circulation of the aura, it may be that the scales of the Supreme Being have not been completely replaced, but he used a lot of spiritual power, so that his body could not maintain the human form, but turned into a prototype, a huge, golden dragon hovering in the room, Hovering above the Phoenix.

Tianhe held his breath and restrained his breath, for fear that the elder in the room would discover his existence, but fortunately, the elder was so focused on healing Fenghuang that he didn't notice him hiding outside the door to watch.

After the healing, although Fenghuang hadn't woken up yet, the wounds on her body had already healed. Her Majesty injected a lot of spiritual power into her, and she regained her human form. His Majesty also slowly fell to the ground and transformed into a human form. Exhausted, he lay down on the bed and fell asleep.

He took advantage of his lord to fall asleep and left quietly.

He had kept this secret in his heart for thousands of years, and now he revealed it in order to slow down Bai Zhong's pace.

"He's actually a dragon! A phoenix, a dragon, the fetishes of ancient times, are they the only ones left?"

After listening to Tianhe's words, Bai Zhong was shocked.

Tianhe glanced at him meaningfully, "You have to know that the phoenix and the dragon are gods that are deeply loved by the world. If you want to step into the supreme realm, you have to leave them to help you, otherwise, you will never be able to do so." It is impossible to step into the supreme realm."

Bai Zhong tightened his brows, "Based on their current appearance? One just swallowed a few lonely ghosts, and the spiritual power can at most be regarded as the spiritual power of the third Nine Heavens Star Art, and the other has only the sixth level of spiritual power. How can I help the lonely one?"

"I don't know about that. Anyway, the ancient gods are extremely rare. Otherwise, why did those practitioners snatch those ancient gods to improve their spiritual power? If you insist on killing them, I will follow you, as long as you Just don't regret it."

Tianhe said without opening his mouth, closed his eyes and continued to chant sutras.

Although Bai Zhong is handsome and romantic on the surface, he is extremely suspicious in his heart, otherwise he would not have killed him to silence him at the beginning, some things cannot be said with certainty, otherwise Bai Zhong will become suspicious.

Bai Zhong took a deep look at Tianhe, then turned and left.

As soon as he left, Tianhe watched the invisible door close, and the small world that trapped him became a spherical space with no gaps at all.

Tianhe sighed heavily, he was injured now, there was no way to escape, he only hoped that the parrot escaped.

Not far from Daxiangguo Temple, a man in red fell to the ground, his face was as pale as paper, his eyes were closed tightly, and his lips were dripping with blood. He was the master of the sect.

Bai Chong's blow hit him in the chest, leaving him seriously injured and unconscious.

More than a dozen horses galloped past the official road next to it, and there was a burst of dust. One person suddenly reined in, "Young Master, Master Mu, do you think there is someone lying there?"

Xuanyuanzhen glanced at it casually, and then said, "What are you doing with those nosy things? So many people die every day, so it's none of our business—"

His voice stopped abruptly, he reined in the reins, and said to Master Mu, "Master, do you think that man is the master of the Gate of Death?"

Master Mu looked at the person lying on the ground, suddenly reined in the reins, jumped up, and flew towards the door master. When he landed on the ground and saw the door master's beautiful and delicate face, he looked up to the sky and laughed, " It’s really hard to find nowhere to go through iron shoes, and it doesn’t take much effort to get it!”

His face has changed a lot from before, his face is blue and white, the color of a dead man, and his face is covered with snake-like scars, criss-crossing, as if a little poisonous snake is about to come out of the scars.

He checked the sect master and saw that he was still breathing, but he was seriously injured and unconscious, with an ecstatic expression on his face, and said, "It just so happens that I need to stay alive like this, with one foot on the Temple of Yama and the other In the yang world, if a person with high abilities becomes a yin and yang corpse, it will be terrible! It can be said that Buddhas block and kill Buddhas, and gods block and kill gods!"

"Didn't you hear? Master wants this person, bring him!"

Xuanyuanzhen said loudly to one of the guards that he was a little afraid of Master Mu now, and he didn't dare to be rude to him like before. After all, Master Mu is not even a human being now, but a half-human, half-corpse ghost, with a body full of blood. There was a sinister smell of corpses, every time Xuanyuanzhen smelled that smell, his stomach would churn with nausea, and he almost vomited it several times, but when Master Mu's blue and green eyes looked gloomy, he couldn't bear it anymore. He swallowed back what he had spit into his throat.

At the beginning when Li Yidao carried Master Mu out of thousands of troops, Master Mu was already dead, but when he asked someone to put Master Mu into his gloomy room, it was cold and cloudy, and the smell was extremely stench. In the room, after a night, Master Mu actually came back to life. This is not only weird, but also terrifying!
But Master Mu who came back to life is still human, no one knows, but one thing is for sure, the temper of Master Mu who came back to life has become very cold and strange, his eyes are green, especially at night, it is even more risky. The green light is very scary.

Moreover, every night, there are often people missing in Dayan Hall. Later, Xuanyuanzhen asked Li Yidao to investigate, only to find out that the person was dragged into his room by Master Mu. When Li Yidao and Xuanyuanzhen sneaked into Master Mu's room, Inside were all skinny corpses, piled up in the corner to form a mountain of corpses, all the corpses had two tooth marks on their necks, and the blood had been sucked dry. Xuanyuanzhen saw his legs go weak at that time, and he couldn't even stand. Waddled.

However, Xuanyuanzhen and Li Yidao didn't touch anything. They restored everything to the original state and sneaked out of the house. Since then, Xuanyuanzhen pretended not to know anything.

For Xuanyuanzhen, those little guys in Dayan Hall, how few people are missing, doesn't matter at all, as long as Master Mu doesn't bite his neck.

In addition to the inappropriateness of sucking human blood, Master Mu is more capable than before, and he would be injured in the past, but now his body is so hard that it can be said that he is invulnerable.

Therefore, Xuanyuanzhen didn't care much about those subordinates who were drained of blood and died. It's just a few lives. It's a good deal for Master Mu to serve him loyally!

The guards threw the unconscious door master onto the horse, and the group of people left quickly again.

At this moment, Feng Jin in the imperial capital had no idea what happened.

During the Lantern Festival, the imperial capital was full of joy and laughter, and the streets and alleys were filled with lanterns. There were tourists who came out to enjoy the lanterns. Feng Jin and Wuming were among them. People steal half a day's leisure and come out to take a breath.

"Go and see, there are fireworks over Yanhe."

Someone yelled, and the tourists rushed to the river.

Yanhe River is the largest river in the imperial capital, passing through the city, the scenery is very good no matter it is day or night.

Wuming held Feng Jin's hand, fearing that she would be squeezed by tourists, Feng Jin raised his lips and smiled at him, bright as a spring flower, very moving, in Wuming's eyes, he was a little more fresh and charming than before.

"Ah Jin wants to see it?"

Feng Jin smiled, "Are you okay?"

Wuming couldn't say it well, so he let go of her interlocking hands, put his arms around her shoulders instead, and led her towards Yanhe.

There are lanterns floating on the Yanhe River, and the lights are sparkling, reflecting the whole Yanhe River with shining light, which is too beautiful to behold.

Sure enough, someone was setting off fireworks at the other end of the Yanhe River. Large clusters of fireworks bloomed in the sky, red, yellow, purple, blue, green, and colorful, illuminating the entire night sky as bright as day.

"A Jin likes to watch fireworks?"

Wuming hugged her shoulders, and the two stood close to each other by the river, watching the fireworks blooming in the sky.

Feng Jin stared intently at those fireworks. The colorful lights exploded in her eyes. She looked at them for a long time before smiling slightly, "I like fireworks that never fail. Although these fireworks are dazzling, they are just Like a flash in the pan, fleeting. Wuming, I want eternal, permanent, and long-lasting beauty, not such a short-lived and gorgeous beauty."

"But Ah Jin still likes it, right?"

Wuming's words touched Feng Jin's heart lightly, and she smiled a little embarrassedly, "Yeah, reason tells me that I shouldn't like such short-lived things, but I still can't help liking them."

"Perhaps, it is because of the ephemerality that the beauty of fireworks is more gorgeous, eye-catching, moving and unforgettable."

Wuming said softly, his voice was gentle and deep, hoarse and charming, wafting in Feng Jin's ears, blending with the sound of fireworks, revealing a strange and moving beauty, making Feng Jin's heart melt into water.

Her hands wrapped around Wuming's strong and powerful waist, and she leaned her face gently on his broad and hot chest. She hugged him like this, watching the fireworks intently.

Wuming wrapped her whole body with a big cloak, wrapped her shoulders with his big hands, and protected her in his arms.

"Ajin, Yao'er doesn't take night milk now, why don't you let him sleep with Aunt Zhong at night instead of us, okay?"

Feng Jin looked up at Wuming in surprise, "Why? Didn't he sleep well with us?"

Wuming's ears were slightly red, "With him around, I feel more or less uncomfortable."

Seeing Wuming's dodging eyes and the reddened ears, Feng Jin suddenly understood, she lightly pinched his chest, "You, you are only thinking about those things, you are not serious at all..."

"Could it be that Ah Jin likes me when I'm serious? I thought that Ah Jin liked me when I was on the dragon couch, and I was not serious. The less serious the better..."

It was rare for Wuming to make a joke. Feng Jin's cheeks were flushed, and she gave Wuming a cute look, "Who said that? I don't like it..."

"Really don't like it?"

Wuming lowered his head, bit her ear, Feng Jin's cheeks were blushing, and he lightly thumped his chest, so ashamed that he couldn't speak.

"Is that okay? Ah Jin, let Yao'er sleep with Aunt Zhong at night, you don't know, how many times when you and I were in the rain, I suddenly saw Yao'er staring at us with wide-eyed eyes. My soul is terrified."

Wuming sighed and said, "If I come here a few more times, I will definitely do it! Don't be unhappy at that time, Ah Jin."

It's strange to say that no matter how soundly Yao'er sleeps, as long as Wuming and Feng Jin want to make love, he will always wake up and not cry, just staring at them with round and shiny eyes, and later , Wuming has a psychological shadow.

Seeing that Feng Jin didn't speak, Wuming sighed heavily, "Forget it, I know you don't want to part with Yao'er, so I'll hold back a bit in the future."

Feng Jin's face was burning with panic, between her and Wuming, if someone had to say that someone couldn't bear it, it must be her, every time she was the first to disarm and surrender.

Speaking of which, since the end of the confinement period, she and Wuming haven't had a hearty love affair, and Yao'er interrupted her every time, so she had to end it hastily, which was really unsatisfactory.

"Okay, okay, I'll let Aunt Zhong take Yao'er to sleep, and don't act so pitiful."

Feng Jin thought about it, now Yao'er doesn't need to drink night milk, it's better to let Aunt Zhong sleep with her.

Wuming's eyes lit up, staring directly at Feng Jin with dazzling eyes, "How about starting tonight?"

Feng Jin rolled his eyes at him, and said angrily, "Why are you in such a hurry?"

"You know I'm impatient, what I want to do."

Wuming was probably suffocated so much that he actually spoke yellow accents. Feng Jin blushed into a burning cloud, and gave Wuming a hard look, then lowered his head and said in a low voice, "I don't understand what you're talking about?"

"I know you--"

The nameless voice stopped abruptly, Feng Jin looked up at him in surprise, and found that he was looking at the other side of the river, Feng Jin followed his gaze, only to see that there was nothing there, nothing.

"No Name, what's wrong?"

Nameless smiled, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes that no one noticed, he lowered his head and kissed the top of Feng Jin's head, and said softly, "It's nothing."

"Really nothing?"

Feng Jin asked suspiciously, frowning and looked across the river. Except for some people setting off fireworks and a few tourists, there was nothing suspicious. What was Wuming looking at just now?
"It's really nothing, I seem to have seen a Hun just now."

"Probably the person Prince Saya sent to clean the courtyard in advance."

Feng Jin didn't take it seriously, counting the time, it was time for the little prince of the Huns to leave.

Wuming agreed, his voice was as gentle as ever, but his eyes were filled with deep coldness, "Maybe."

What kind of Huns did he see, but he knew that if he didn't give a convincing answer, Ah Jin would worry that he would have doubts.

"It must be, don't be so nervous, you have already defeated them, they don't dare to mess around..."

Seeing that Wuming didn't seem to be in a high mood, Feng Jin thought he was worried about this, so he smiled and comforted her.

Nameless suddenly pressed her head against her chest, and gently kissed the hair on top of her head. Feng Jin's face was pressed against his hot chest, and the heat from his body made her face scald, "What's wrong? Nameless .”

"I want to hug you tight."

Feng Jin sneered, "I'm an old couple, and I'm still playing with this..."

Wuming didn't speak, just kissed the hair on the top of her head, and hugged her even tighter. Seeing that he liked her, Feng Jin followed him, obediently snuggling into his arms.

Her face was pressed into his chest by him, so Feng Jin didn't see Wuming's radiant cold eyes, and kept staring at the opposite side of Yanhe.

A person appeared by the originally empty riverside.

Brocade clothes, elegant and incomparably noble, with fluttering sleeves, like a banished fairy, fireworks exploded above his head, illuminating half of the sky and that face.

Wuming didn't recognize him, but somehow felt familiar, as if he had seen him somewhere.

He was absolutely sure that he had never seen such a man, if he had, he would definitely remember.

The aura on this person was too detached, making it unforgettable at first sight, and it was impossible for him to forget it.

In fact, he didn't tell Ah Jin that before he took Meng Po Decoction, after he entered the sixth level of Nine Heavens Star Jue, he could already remember some of them one after another. All of them were memories of being with Ah Jin, and there was no other people's memories.

Maybe, other people are not important enough, he can't think of them for the time being.

However, he couldn't forget the man on the other side of the river.

how to say?The first feeling this man gave him was - a threat!An extremely powerful threat!
Even if he forgets the person who can threaten him, he will not forget the person who can threaten Ajin's life.

That man deliberately concealed his aura, but he was the sixth level of the Nine Heavens Star Art, even if the other party deliberately concealed it, he could still feel that the other party had the spiritual power of the Nine Heavens Star Art, and it was at least two layers higher than him.

This person is at least the eighth level, or even the ninth level, or even... higher.

The two looked at each other, and even across the wide Yanhe River, they could feel the sparks splashing and the flashes of swords and swords continuing.

Wuming felt this kind of feeling for the first time, a feeling that he couldn't control the situation, he could feel the air flow on the opposite side changed, and he also saw the river surface of Yanhe changed, it seemed to be controlled by a powerful force The flow of the entire Yanhe River.

The man stared at him intently, with the corners of his mouth raised a little bit, showing an inexplicable smile, the deep meaning and meaning contained in it were hard to guess.

Wuming couldn't help frowning, even though the man didn't say anything, and his eyes didn't have too much malice, but Wuming only had one feeling: those who come are not kind, and those who are kind don't come!
There is no such powerful person in the Central Plains, is this person from the Canghai Continent?Then what is his purpose of appearing in the Central Plains?
Wuming suddenly thought of something, Ah Jin escaped from the endless ice prison in Canghai Continent, is this person here to catch Ah Jin?

Wuming subconsciously hugged Feng Jin tightly in his arms. Feng Jin was taken aback by his sudden strength, and couldn't help but look up at him, "What's wrong? Wuming?"

Only then did Wuming realize that he was too strong and hurt Feng Jin, so he couldn't help smiling apologetically, "It's nothing, I'm a little excited when I think about going back later."

"What will happen when you go back?"

"A Jin backed out again? Ah Jin promised, Yao'er will sleep with Aunt Zhong tonight..."

Feng Jin's face turned red instantly, and she gave Wuming an angry look, "The baby is born, why are you so excited?"

"Whether you have children or not, no matter how many children you have, Ah Jin is the same in my heart as it was at the beginning. It makes me excited, crazy, and uncontrollable. Just thinking about it will make my blood boil. I can't wait to love you fiercely and crazily."

Feng Jin's face turned even redder, blood dripping, and she gave Wuming a shy and uncomfortable look, "You've really been talking lately... I can't say no to you, I'm going back."

The fireworks hadn't finished yet, but Wuming didn't want to stay here anymore. He looked towards the other side, and the man disappeared without a trace again, as if he had never appeared before.

From Yanhe to the palace, Wuming felt a little restless, but he didn't show anything on his face.

Regardless of whether that person came for Ah Jin or not, with Ah Jin's current strength, he couldn't stand against that person, not even himself.

How to do?
no!He must break through as soon as possible.

If the opponent has the eighth level of spiritual power, he enters the seventh level, plus the hidden guards, and the formation of the art of war, maybe he can fight to the death.

When the carriage arrived at the gate of the palace, Pei Xiu was coming out of the palace. When she saw Feng Jin's carriage, she immediately stopped aside to let the carriage pass first.

Wuming asked the coachman to stop, raised the curtain, and said to Pei Xiu, "Tonight is the Lantern Festival, do you have something urgent to enter the palace?"

Pei Xiu smiled, "I have nothing to do, and I want to go to the palace to ask for a bowl of Yuanxiao to eat, but my majesty and the emperor are not in the palace, so I can only drink water with His Royal Highness Yao'er. One eats the Lantern Festival and eats a bowl."

Only then did Wuming remember that the Pei family were all in their ancestral hometown, and Pei Xiu was the only one in the imperial capital. No wonder he felt lonely and deserted during the Lantern Festival.

"Since you have eaten, go back."

Pei Xiu responded in a low voice, and was about to leave, but Wuming called him again, "Wait!"

"What orders does the emperor have?"

Wuming took a deep look at him, and there was a long silence. Pei Xiu was very upset when he saw him, "Dijun, did I do something wrong?"

Anonymous shook his head.

"Then why is the emperor looking at me like this?"

Wuming was silent for a long time before slowly opening his mouth as if he had made up his mind, "It's time for you to make a new set of clothes."

Pei Xiu looked at the clothes on her body in surprise, "I just made these clothes a few years ago, and they are the most fashionable in terms of style and fabric. Besides, there are a lot of clothes at home, so I don't need to make any more..."

"You probably don't have the official uniform of Wailang, a member of the third-rank official department. I just remember that you have never held this official position."

Pei Xiu's eyes widened suddenly, her face full of disbelief, and she said in a daze for a while, "The emperor means..."

"Gu's meaning is already very clear. Tomorrow, when the court opens, Gu will announce it in the morning. You can just enter the palace in official uniform."

Pei Xiu knelt on the ground with a plop, his forehead hit the cold bluestone slab, and his high-pitched and excited voice resounded loudly in the silent night, "Thank you, Your Majesty the Emperor, and thank you, Your Majesty, the Empress."

Wuming stared at him with sharp and deep eyes, "Wrong!"

(End of this chapter)