Peerless Daoist

For a while, the undercurrent in the heavens was surging, and everyone was uneasy.

Imperial capital, the imperial palace.

In the deep inner courtyard, a luxurious palace still exudes bright candles.

A faint steam wafted out from the palace, accompanied by bursts of floral fragrance, refreshing.

A touch of proud white, protruding from the soup spring, fragrant shoulders like jade, blue silk hanging down, picturesque like a dream, it is a picture of a fairy bathing.

Concubine Mi lay in the warm spring water, feeling the affinity of the hot spring water from all directions, and slowly closed her eyes.

Behind her forehead, a bright circle of light flashed.

This is the power of countless beliefs of Luoshen, even in the bath, Concubine Mi is still as solemn as a god, so that there is no trace of blasphemy in life.

"Niangniang, the slave is back." The voice of the maid Rong Ruo came from outside.

"Come in."

The screen was pulled open, and Rong Ruo walked in cautiously, bowing her head, not daring to look up at Concubine Mi.

"How is Yuqin?" Concubine Mi asked.

Rong Ruo lowered his head and replied, "After hearing the news of Lu Yu's death, the county lord Hongfeng went to Dongsheng Xinghe overnight, and the servants sent people to escort him all the way. The ruins of Chang'an have completely disappeared, and even many powerful Dao monarchs have not found them. The clues seem to be completely wiped out."

"The Princess Hongfeng was in a very bad mood, and she even fell into a coma for a while. The slaves have already sent her to the imperial hospital. There was an imperial doctor for diagnosis and treatment, and the county master took the decoction and fell asleep."

Concubine Mi let out a long sigh, looked at the ceiling and said, "After all, Lu Yu is from the same lower realm as she, so let her take it easy for a while."

"I thought that Lu Yu was also a young talent, and he was a good match for Yuqin. But since he died, everything would be empty."

Rong Ruo asked: "Then, the matter of letting the county master get close to the Marquis of Shenwei before..."

"Let's put it on hold for the time being, I didn't expect that Marquis Shenwei actually broke through his last obsession, and really made him a Taoist!"

A sharp light flashed in Concubine Mi's eyes: "You continue to send people to stare at Dongsheng Xinghe. I have a hunch that the Emperor Sword will be born again. If there is any trouble, notify me immediately!"

"Also, tell the prince, don't do everything too obvious. Xu Xutuzhi, when something really happens to Shen Linglong, it's not too late to take action."

"Yes, ma'am."

A flash of exhaustion flashed between Concubine Mi's eyebrows: "Unfortunately, in order to cut down the clan, the late emperor killed too many strong Zhao family members, otherwise why would she let Shen Linglong ride on the head of the royal family..."

"Boom-"

Just as Concubine Mi was talking, a roaring bell suddenly came from a distance!

The Fuxi Bell, standing on the peak of the Emperor Jinghuangji Mountain, is linked to the fate of the heavenly dynasty, and it usually only rings when something major happens.

As the bells echoed in all directions, the noisy imperial capital suddenly became quiet.

Countless people stared in the direction of Gu Zhong in amazement, falling into a dead silence.

"What happened!" Concubine Mi came out of the water, her divine power turned into a palace costume and wore it on her body, her jade feet lightly stepped on the ground, and the two went outside the palace.

That night, countless people came out of the house and looked in the direction where the bell rang.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The Fuxi Bell, as if controlled by some mysterious force, kept ringing.

Victory in the expedition, 30 beeps!

Sacrifice to heaven and earth, ring sixty!

The emperor dies, ninety sounds!

But now, the Fuxi bell rang for an hour without stopping.

The sky is foggy, the evil tiger swallows the sun, and the visions of the heavens are all manifested in the sky.

"I'm from Liangjie Mountain, and I have an urgent report!"

A monk in black rushed out of the darkness, galloped to the palace gate, and sounded the drum.