"Senior Liao, you can't see anything about your cultivation, so this girl is not here..."

The master of the pavilion said half of what he said.

"That's right." Senior Liao interrupted him: "Not within the Three Realms, not within the Five Elements. Has the Pavilion Master ever thought about what kind of people are not within these two?"

The pavilion master's pupils suddenly shrank: "The Great Dao is fifty, the Heavenly Evolution is forty-nine, and the Heavenly Dao is missing one, which also means leaving a glimmer of hope. Ninety-nine are left dissatisfied, and I understand."

The master of the pavilion suddenly squinted his eyes as if he had seen through the world of heaven, earth and human relations. It turns out that the lack of heaven means that all things are equal, and everyone has a glimmer of hope.

No matter how perfect he is, the appearance of Meng Jiuer has caused this shortcoming? Who is she?

"Don't think about it, just come with me. That girl is no ordinary person. She will become a great person in the future. This glimmer of hope for Mr. Ge should be given to her by Miss Ninth. Thinking about it this way, Mr. Ge doesn't think he is the one who counts.

Is the numerology that comes out perfect?"

"Nothing in this world is absolutely certain. That glimmer of hope is really created by the appearance of Miss Meng Jiuer. As the saying goes, there is always a shortcoming in the way of heaven, let alone a human being?"

The pavilion master murmured to himself, no wonder Chuan Yangzi, the founder of Yiyang, never accepted a disciple in his life, but instead forcefully accepted Meng Jiuer.

This also means that his reincarnation in this life is to make Meng Jiuer come true.

The master of the pavilion understands that if Meng Jiuer cannot succeed for a day, Taoist friend Chuan Yangzi cannot resign for a day. It turns out that this is his responsibility.

Everyone has their own tasks and missions. As the saying goes, my talents will be useful.

The Pavilion Master nodded: "Senior Liao, let's go."

The news that the master of Qingfeng Yage escaped from the cell was discovered by the guard who changed shifts before dawn.

After opening the cell door, I found that there was no such person in the cell. The ground and haystacks were searched everywhere, but there was no one there.

The shackles on the prison door were still firmly locked.

This incident immediately spread in the Criminal Department, saying that it was an illusion used by demons.

When this matter was reported to the previous dynasty, everyone was uneasy:

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, I feel that this matter is strange. It must be a witchcraft. I am sure that the Emperor ordered all the monks to be executed to avoid future troubles."

The emperor behind the curtain coughed a few times and looked sideways in the direction of the screen.

Before the emperor could speak, a man came with money for medicine and food: "Your Majesty, it's time for you to take medicine."

The emperor took the decoction with trembling hands, his eyes showing unwilling pain, and he threw the medicine bowl out with a snap.

Heat rises in wisps as the curtains sway.

"Your Majesty, take care of your dragon body!"

All the civil and military officials in the court knelt down, but everyone was afraid of the secret message in the hands of the master of Qingfeng Yage. Now that he disappeared suddenly and strangely, the civil and military officials in the court were panicked.

After a little accumulation, the Minister of Civil Affairs held up his hands and said:

"Your Majesty, give me an order. Search the whole city and send people quickly to arrest Yao Dao and bring him to justice."

As soon as these words came out, a group of frightened courtiers said in unison:

"Please give the order, Your Majesty."

"Cough cough cough... cough cough!" The emperor behind the curtain coughed violently and was breathless several times.

"Your Majesty, I have long told you not to work so hard. What will you do in the future if you hurt your body for state affairs?"

A woman's gentle voice came from behind the curtain.

The ministers who were kneeling in the court could not tell which palace lady this was, and for a moment no one dared to ask.

"Ahem, cough, cough..." The emperor behind the curtain was coughing but had not yet stopped: "Send the order...immediately send an order to King Nanming to enter the palace."

As soon as these words came out, the civil and military officials in the court looked at each other in confusion.

The emperor didn't even mention a word about killing demons.

"Yes." The guard left in a hurry.

"Ahem...retire from the court." After saying this, Emperor Hua Chang slowly stood up and returned to the study. When he subconsciously glanced at the guards following him, he also looked at Zeng Jin's Concubine Chang:

"I know you hate me, but it is absolutely impossible for you to ask me to reiterate the Meng Jiajun case."

Meng Yue smiled lightly: "Isn't the Emperor afraid of death?"

"My body doesn't have many days left even if it doesn't die. What's the difference between death and death?"

Emperor Hua Chang picked up his pen and read the memorial slowly, his eyes full of loneliness. From the moment he saw Concubine Chang these days, he knew that the whole thing was not that simple:
Chapter completed!