Song Cheng held the wine cup and slapped slightly.

Five heroes of the Central Plains...Guangling Jun?

After leaving the Master in recent years, he strived to restore the prosperity of trade in the Central Plains, and then opened up the road to the Western Regions of the Han and Tang Dynasties in the past, and called the merchants of the Celestial Empire to conquer the world - why did this master who abandoned martial arts and joined the business again take up the Shuriken?

Could it be...

Thinking of Chen Chao, Song Cheng gradually had speculation in his heart, and he couldn't help but smack his tongue.

Sure enough, since ancient times, heroes have been sad to pass the beauty.

This Guangling Jun is also a leader of the younger generation.

"Why, I dislike my drinking not being sober?" Song Cheng looked sideways, and when he saw Chen Cong's frown, he couldn't help laughing.

"I'm just a little reluctant to spend money, it's not that I'm not good at drinking." A jar of good daughter Hong was cooked like this by you, the stingy man. Chen Cong calmly put down the wine cup and looked up seriously.

Song Cheng: "..." This brat.

He simply hugged a pot of warm wine in his arms, and while drinking heavily, he looked at the night: "That four-tailed black fox, I'll go and record it tomorrow."

Chen Cong nodded.

The filing needs to be approved by the commander. If that is the case, then the Ming Dynasty will start working again.

"Chen Cong, do you know what cultivation is?" Song Cheng suddenly opened his lips.

"A practitioner should cultivate one's own nature and seek immortality. To help the right and eliminate evil, one should practice spiritual cultivation." Chen Cong replied.

"Yes." Song Cheng suddenly lifted the wine pot in the void and poured it down.

The wine was divided into two balls, floating in the air, each without any integration.

"If you remove the debris, it will be the essence. Practice and abandon external distractions. The rest of your mind is Tao. If the heart of Tao remains, everything will be difficult to break." He pointed a ball of water at Chen Cong's wine cup, and the wine fell in response to the sound.

Chen Cong seemed to be thinking.

He picked up the wine cup and took a sip, and the pure daughter's red fragrance immediately spread between his lips and teeth.

As for another ball of water, it fell into Song Cheng's wine cup.

Song Cheng smiled slightly, drank the clear water in the cup and then got up and walked into the house-

"Let me go back. I will only mention you one or two. You will explore the future path of cultivation yourself."

The sound came out of nowhere, but it was particularly clear.

Although this guy is greedy for money and stingy, he has quite some insights into the way of practicing.

As he said, the way of Tao is not easy to explore.

Chen Cong got up, bowed to the room where the door was closed, and wiped out the fire on the table, and then left and returned to the Qin Palace.

Troubles will always follow.

The next day.

The silence of the Qin Palace was broken by a burst of rapid knocks on the door.

Old Liu hurriedly ran over to pull out the door bolt, and tried hard to open the rich door. He saw several Jinyiwei wearing black bullfighting robes, one of which was very familiar.

Isn't it that Gu Jiuling?

"Where is the sunken cloud covering?" Gu Jiuling clasped his fists with Old Liu.

"Your Highness is still resting now. You are in a hurry, but are there any urgent matters?" Old Liu bowed his head and bowed back.

"Important matter. Please don't worry Uncle Liu to go there."

Old Liu responded quickly, went to Yunzhaiju, and gently pulled the wooden door.

"Master, someone is looking for you outside."

There was a rustling sound inside, and in just a moment, the wooden door opened in response.

Chen Cong sorted out his clothes and looked up at the sky.

It took him less than an hour to practice.

"Master--"

"Who do you know?" Before Old Liu finished speaking, Chen Cong had already taken a step forward and took the golden halo to Gu Jiuling's side.

"Sir." Several Jinyiwei bowed with fists.

"What's wrong?" Chen Cong looked at Gu Jiuling.

Gu Jiuling did not sleep all night, his face was not tired. Seeing him looking, he slowly opened his lips and said, "One hour ago, someone reported to the official and said that the family of the Ministry of Revenue was killed by monsters. He also said that he saw a pair of scarlet cat eyes on the eaves of the house. Lord Song was still recovering from his wounds, so he sent me an oral order to assist the Jinyiwei Pacification envoy to investigate the case."

When Chen Cong heard this, he twisted his fingers and deduced it, and immediately narrowed his eyes.

Sure enough, it was another cat ghost.

He followed Gu Jiuling and others and immediately went to the residence of the Minister of the Ministry of Revenue.

Old Liu looked at Chen Cong's hurried back and couldn't help but sigh.

At the feet of the emperor of the imperial city, monsters dare to cause trouble.

Although there are strict guards in the Jinyiwei, there are inevitably fish that miss the net.

So much so that the people seem to be comfortable, but they all have to live a life with fear.

I don't know when it will be the end.

Old Liu sighed again, and returned home and started his busy life for a day.

The sky turned white, but there were a group of people surrounding the mansion of the Minister of the Ministry of Revenue.

When Chen Cong and his men arrived, the people had already surrounded him. Several people pushed aside the crowd and walked inside.

Just like the destruction of the country's family on that day, when blood-stained bodies were brought out, the people stretched their necks and looked in, pointing and whispering.

The first few were holding a steaming white bun in their arms, staring at one corpse after another.

Ignorance and ignorance.

Gu Jiuling laughed.

Chen Cong shook his head secretly.

This is the pedantic nature of this era.

In the distant lobby, the young master wearing a flying fish robe, an embroidered spring knife, and a black hat was rubbing his chin, raising his eyes to look ahead.

On the high wall ahead, a disheveled girl was fixed on her head by a wooden nail. She was bitten and covered with bruises, and the two blood holes on her eyebrows were particularly terrifying. A cinnabar talisman was also attached to the wooden nail.

"Sir." Chen Cong and others stepped forward and bowed to the young master.

Fan An, the young master of the poliest, turned his head, looked at the visitor, and waved his hand lazily: "No need to be polite. Who have seen this talisman for you guys?"

When everyone heard this, they immediately raised their eyes and looked at them.

"Sir Hui is the soul-suppressing talisman." Chen Cong looked at it for a moment and bowed.

"Soul-Suppressing Talisman?" Fan An raised his eyebrows.

Chen Cong nodded, stepped forward and carefully observed it, and then made a conclusion: "This soul-suppressing talisman is not that soul-suppressing talisman."

The ordinary soul-suppressing talisman, the things you hold are all souls.

And this talisman, the thing that is trapped in, is qi.

"The murderer put the soul-suppressing talisman on the eyebrows of the daughter of the Ministry of Revenue, intending to seal the last breath and refine it into a puppet." Before Chen Cong finished speaking, he saw Fan An reaching out to take off the talisman, and hurriedly blocked the body, clasped his fists and bowed, "Sir, no."

"Why?" Fan An raised his eyebrows.

"If you take off the talisman, the corpse will quickly become staggered, and then change and become a zombie." Chen Cong lowered his eyes and explained with neither humility nor arrogantness, "If you don't take off the talisman, the corpse will become a puppet within one day. If you want to remove it, only the fire of the most yang can be used in one line."

Since ancient times, yin and yang have been in conflict.

This talisman has been transformed into an evil thing. If you want to transform it, you can only accomplish something with the most yang fire of the Taoist sect.

"The Taoist divine fire has not appeared in the world for hundreds of years. How can you find it?" An Jinyiwei asked in confusion.

"I have an old friend, who is a Taoist sect. Although he is a casual cultivator, he has received the fire from the Taoist sect." Chen Cong smiled slightly, "Tonight, I will invite him to Chang'an to get rid of this evil talisman."
Chapter completed!