After retreating from the water curtain, the two spiritual consciousnesses belong to their own bodies.

Looking at Gu Jiuling's expressionless appearance, Chen Cong sighed in his heart again about Gu's family's destruction.

In order to protect the Central Plains dynasty, the Gu family has lost countless talents over the past thousands of years.

But for this piece of land under my feet, I have no hesitation.

All the talents of the Gu family were loyal to the country and died due to decline and fatigue.

"The Gu family is Anxian, and the Gu family has been famous for a long time. Now the legitimate branch has been destroyed, and the Celestial royal family must pay attention to it. The monster has an extraordinary origin and is also a great monster in the armor. Even if Lord Song faces the monster clone, he will still be the one who can help him."

He patted Gu Jiuling's shoulder, and Chen Congyu looked at him earnestly, "What you need to do now is to accumulate energy. Don't spontaneously go to the big monster. If you don't say it, you will lose your life. If you are sorry for your father who will escort you away with the power of the clan."

Upon hearing this, Gu Jiuling's eyes were stunned.

That day, he woke up in the yamen.

He heard that a bloody incident occurred, and he felt bad, so he went out with the constable.

In the storm, he witnessed the death of the whole family with his own eyes.

Thinking of the pain and anger that day, Gu Jiuling's eyes gradually turned red.

He had no clue when he witnessed his relatives being killed by monsters.

The powerlessness and frustration that gradually spread in his heart made him feel for the first time in his life that he was too cowardly and incompetent.

Even if you can’t even keep your relatives, how can you talk about defending your feet and conquering the world?

"When you practice step by step, don't act rashly. Gu's family is very talented, you will definitely get this blood revenge in your lifetime. Let's have a good rest today, don't practice. Adjust your state and enter into meditation tomorrow to avoid you from becoming a demon." Chen Cong saw that his heart seemed to be unstable, and his heart beat, so he quickly opened his lips to comfort him, and secretly activated the Qingxin Mantra.

Seeing Gu Jiuling's expression calm down, he turned his head back to Wuwang Pavilion. Chen Cong summoned more than a dozen shadow guards to guard here. After they came to report that Gu Jiuling was not very strange, he nodded and relaxed.

Chen Cong turned back to Yunzhai residence, took a step forward, took a golden halo, and came straight to the Duwei Mansion.

In an courtyard inside, a man sat cross-legged in the middle of the courtyard, entering the state of meditation to absorb spiritual energy.

In front of him, a dragon-tattoo embroidered spring knife floated on both sides.

Seeing that someone broke in, Song Cheng, the man, was still motionless, just slowly opened his lips and said, "Do you still treat yourself as a playboy?"

"Why don't you tell me what happened to the people in the mirror?" Chen Cong looked at the embroidered spring knife floating in the air, and a deep wisp flashed in his eyes.

When he was looking back, he had never looked carefully. When he looked closely, he always felt that this embroidered spring knife was a bit...

Strange.

It was like a stranger standing in front of him.

Could it be that this embroidered spring sword already has a spirit?

At that time, Song Cheng slowly opened his eyes, got up and held the Xiuchun Knife, took out a brocade handkerchief from his sleeve, and carefully wiped the knife surface.

Chen Cong clearly saw that the look that was overflowing in his eyes was particularly gentle.

"The Demon Record of the Beizhen Fushishi Demon Records is that the person in the mirror is a thousand-year-old monster, and has existed since the pre-Qin period. I don't know what kind of origin." Song Cheng shook his head slowly, "She is too dangerous, and you are not qualified to get close to you. Even if it is me, she is still a little bit reluctant to face her clone."

Chen Congmo.

After inserting the Xiuchun Sword into the scabbard, Song Cheng glanced at the person who suddenly broke into his courtyard: "Chen Cong, if you do nothing, go and check the list. Recently, monsters appear frequently in Chang'an City. Don't you think you have little achievements? Capture another monster, and I will count the achievements of giving food to you this time, and ask you to be promoted."

Upon hearing this, Chen Cong raised his eyebrows: "Are you serious about this?"

In the Jinyiwei, the higher the official rank, the more monsters you can contact, and the higher the monsters you can kill.

Such a good way to cultivate immortality is not something he wants to reach a high position quickly.

Unfortunately, it took him several years to climb to the post of head-catching.

"Take it seriously." Song Cheng waved his hand impatiently, "Go away quickly, I will have a rest today."

"Sir, I'll talk more. The master wears a sword, and it looks a bit old. I heard that he is fighting gold every day, why not recast a treasure sword?" Chen Cong nodded and was about to bow and leave, but suddenly asked.

Song Cheng was stunned.

He looked down at the scabbard on his waist, lowered his eyes and said lightly: "This is an old friend of a poor and humble friend, given to me."

He was originally a friend who died.

Chen Cong knew that these secrets were not something he could ask more, so he bowed and left.

Seeing that Chen Cong's breath was gone, Song Cheng stroked the scabbard and turned his head to walk into the inner room.

Locking the door and setting the barrier, he twisted the dark pavilion on the bookcase, and made seals with both hands. The white wall in front suddenly trembled, and a formation appeared.

Song Cheng stepped into it in one step, and when he stopped again, he was already in another world.

After the formation, there is a courtyard.

In the middle of the courtyard, a pear tree with a crooked body is quietly independent.

The breeze passed slowly, and the pear blossoms were all white.

Song Cheng exhaled a deep breath of turbid air and suddenly stepped forward a few steps. When he approached the pear tree swaying in the wind and smelled the fragrance of flowers, he seemed to be timid and stopped.

"That day, I saw her again." Song Cheng looked at the pear tree and slowly lowered his head.

He was still the same as before, even when he was just facing her clone, he was powerless.

"You-" would you blame him for being clumsy and incompetent?

Song Cheng reached out to caress a hanging branch and sighed deeply.

Passing by the sealed Huamanlou, Chen Cong slowly stopped.

Recalling what he saw on the scroll, a sense of anger erupted in his heart.

Forget it, with Chen Xin and He Qi investigating, he doesn't have to interfere.

Thinking of this, Chen Cong restrained his murderous intentions and walked towards another raft on the corner.

The yard in this area has been around for some years, and there are still many beggars squatting deep in the alleys. Among them, there is a little beggar who is only in his old age. When he saw Chen Cong come in, he suddenly opened his eyes widened.

"Brother...behind...white clothes——" He stretched out his hand and pointed tremblingly behind Chen Cong.

Chen Cong had already felt the coldness behind him, and had never paniced. He calmly stopped and turned his head, looking at the white-clothed male ghost following him.

"I am not your relative, go to the cycle of reincarnation quickly. The end of your first seventh is coming." In order to avoid causing panic, Chen Cong sent a message to the secret and spoke to him.

The male ghost was wet all over, exuding a salty and fishy smell.

He bowed to Chen Cong, his eyes gradually turned red: "Sir. I didn't intend to offend him. I just wanted to see my wife and children in the family again, the dolls who are still in cradles, and my old mother who is in my sixties."

Chen Cong counted on his fingers and remained silent.

This white-clothed male ghost was doing business outside and encountered a disaster in Shanghai when he went out to sea. The fleet hit a reef and sank to the bottom of the sea, and was buried in it.

Because the male ghost was reluctant to leave, he traveled thousands of miles from the customs to return to Chang'an just to see his wife, children and children at home.
Chapter completed!