The dusk in early spring is extremely short, as if it was quickly replaced by night just now, but the lights in Shengjing City were suddenly brightly lit like daytime.

Li Zizhi's pace on the bluestone slab was not fast, but every step was particularly firm. He already knew where Wen Qingfeng was because he thought through what Wen Qingfeng thought.

Around him were the brightly lit families, which illuminated half of Li Zizhi's cheek. He couldn't help but smile bitterly when he heard the beating and scolding of his children just after passing by a small courtyard.

He quickly traveled through the streets and saw the imperial city in the distance, which seemed to be shrouded in red light. Thinking of his death not long ago, Tang Yinlong murmured: "I'm here to avenge you."

After saying that, he walked into the imperial city with great strides!

The vermilion gates of the imperial city rarely open at night, but they will inevitably open tonight. With the huge roar, under awe-inspiring look, Li Zizhi headed straight to the palace.

The message of Li Zizhi entering the palace naturally reached the ears of the queen Wen Qinglan. She walked out of the hall with a nervous expression and looked at the dark avenue on the stone steps. The evening breeze gently blew her long hair and the starlight illuminated her cheeks.

Li Zizhi walked alone from the end of the road and saw the thin Wen Qinglan from afar.

Tang Miaomiao also walked out of the palace and came to Wen Qinglan, but found that Wen Qinglan's body softened when she saw Mr. Li Zizhi, as if she had taken all her strength.

Tang Miaomiao quickly helped her mother up, and Li Zizhi came to the two girls, smiled slightly, and said softly like the spring breeze: "Thank you for these hard days."

Wen Qinglan has indeed worked hard. Since Tang Yinlong's death, Sepi and Zhao Donghai have stood on her side, which is equivalent to handing over the prosperous Tang Dynasty to her.

She asked herself that she did not have the ability to govern such a great country, but she had been pushed down in this position and she had to resist all this.

How to resist? Only hard work can make up for your shortcomings!

Tang Miaomiao witnessed the hard work of her mother over the years and understood why she seemed to have been pulled away from all her strength after returning to the palace. Because someone could finally take away the responsibility from her.

After Mr. Wen Qinglan said his hard work, she did not ask whether Wen Qingfeng was dead. She whispered: "Sir, Qi Nian's body."

Li Zizhi whispered: "I'll go and have a look."

The three of them walked into the palace. Tang Qinian, who had been energetic for a long time, was leaning on the bed. For some reason, Li Yuemei, who had not left so late, was plucking the honeydew.

Li Yuemei looked very focused when she tugged the honey tangerine, and she also accurately teared off every white line on the orange petals.

Tang Qinian was more focused on watching, but it was not Li Yuemei's action of peeling oranges, but Li Yuemei.

Li Yuemei seemed to have been used to Tang Qinian looking at her so focusedly. After she opened the last orange petal, she checked carefully and found that there were eleven in total. Then she grabbed six and stuffed them into her mouth, picked up one petal and handed it to Tang Qinian.

For some reason, Tang Qinian had an expression of disappointment on his face, but he still opened his mouth and ate the particularly sweet orange petals. Only then did he find that the mother and the three of them had arrived at the two of them.

Li Yuemei looked casual, but after looking back and seeing the gentleman, she immediately stood up and swallowed the orange petals. She stuck out her tongue naughtyly.

Li Zizhi raised his eyebrows, looked at Wen Qinglan, Tang Miaomiao, and sat on the fine solid wood round stool where Li Yuemei sat.

Tang Qinian said, "Sir."

Li Zizhi smiled gently: "Give me your hand." He lifted a corner of the bedding and put one hand on Tang Qinian's arm.

Tang Qinian only felt a numb feeling spread throughout his body, and his eyes suddenly lit up because his body had lost touch for a long time. This numb feeling was at least a feeling.

Li Zizhi's brows became tighter and tighter. After a while, he put down his hand and said, "Qi Nian, I will open up the sea of ​​qi in a while. But if you want to restore your consciousness throughout your body, you must also practice the light limb connection technique."

"This technique?" Wen Qinglan asked nervously.

Li Zizhi shook his head and said, "Not yet, I will write a letter to ascetics. It's okay, it's not a precious object."

Everyone was relieved when they heard this. Li Zizhi also stood up, but said to Wen Qinglan: "I want to go to the Golden Palace."

Wen Qinglan's whole body was shocked when she heard this. She knew that the secret she didn't know was, and her husband Tang Yinlong died because he wanted to protect this secret, and he couldn't help but nodded heavily.

Li Zizhi turned around and walked out of the hall. When he reached the door, Wen Qinglan asked, "Are you going to kill him?"

Li Zizhi lowered his head slightly and walked out of the palace without replying.

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The Golden Palace has always been the most sacred place in the palace, because every morning court, the real top of the prosperous Tang Dynasty gathers here to discuss national affairs and conduct morning courts.

Countless poor scholars, officials from all provinces dreamed of standing here, but for Li Zizhi, the meaning here is nothing surprising except that it can lead to underground.

Li Zizhi lit an oil lamp and walked into the empty hall. He did not imagine the scene of civil and military officials standing on the empty marble floor. He just came to the dragon throne and did not sit down, but lifted the dragon throne.

The dragon chuckled, and the oil lamp in his hand blew up, and Li Zizhi walked down and walked down!

There is actually a secret passage under the dragon throne. This is something that people in the world would not even associate with if they want to break their heads.

This tunnel is very long. After walking a hundred steps, the soft light of Night Mingzhu appeared in front of you. Li Zizhi blew out the oil lamp and walked down quickly.

There are hard stone walls on both sides of the secret passage, which exudes an inexplicable luster in the ancient and simple way. The steps are rotating and straight downward, and you can't see the end at first glance.

Even though Li Zizhi walked vigorously, he had only half a stick of incense stick before reaching the bottom.

At the bottom of the tunnel is a square space with white jade marble on the ground, and various weapons that are rare in the world are hung upside down on the walls, and in front of it is a huge stone door.

The stone gate is the front wall on the north side. The carved texts on it are dense but lifelike. It is a picture of the Nine Dragons playing with the pearls.

Li Zizhi walked to the door and gently placed his hand on the huge gem on the wall, but he was not exerting force for a long time, and his expression was so nervous that he couldn't hide it.

Behind this door is undoubtedly Shengjing's secret. Li Zizhi has not been here for many years. The reason why he judged that Wen Qingfeng would definitely come was because he knew that people like Wen Qingfeng who claim to be the smartest in the world could not tolerate any secrets in their eyes.

Not only did he feel that the most dangerous and convenient place is the safest place, he must have always wanted to know what the secret of Shengjing was, so that Tang Yinlong could choose to die and wait.

Taking a deep breath, Li Zizhi activated his vitality to activate it, and the already lifelike glyph instantly became vivid, as if nine real dragons were about to break out of the wall and travel around the nine heavens!

A huge and dull sound brought up strands of dust on the ground, and the walls separated from each other. Li Zizhi took three steps back and kept his mind clear.

A strong murderous aura suddenly filled the space where Li Zizhi was. The swords, guns, swords and halberds hanging upside down on the three walls were buzzing as if an invisible hand was about to pick them up.

Li Zizhi took another deep breath and walked into the huge stone gate.

As his footsteps echoed repeatedly, Li Zizhi walked into the secret of the prosperous Tang Dynasty. The scenery in front of him instantly made him, who had always been calm, burst into tears. He took a deep breath, bent his knees, and actually knelt down.

In the space, there are huge sandalwood tables like stairs stretching to the dome on both sides.

The dome is inlaid with gems with light that are not bright, as it is as daunting as a starry sky.

However, what the real spiritual people were afraid of were countless tablets on the giant staircase table. These tablets were neatly arranged, but they could not see the end at first glance. The names of some people were written on the tablets, but the prefixes were all written with the words "People's Tang Dynasty"!

This place turned out to be a huge sacrifice hall!

Li Zizhi knelt very simply, and kowtowed three times after kneeling down. The sandalwood in front of his nose was lingering. His inner fluctuations that had not been seen in many years were rippling wildly.

What caused this inner fluctuation was not the extremely spectacular scene in front of you, but the dazzling names on the spirit card!

"The prosperous Tang Dynasty, former military captain Zhao Ergou!"

"The prosperous Tang Dynasty, Liang Changyou, the centurion of the left army!"

"The prosperous Tang Dynasty is close to Chen Zhixiao, the Qingyiwei of the Wuying camp!"

Behind each name, there is a warrior who died in battle for the prosperous Tang Dynasty. There are 100,000 spirit cards here, representing that 100,000 people have chosen to pave the way with their lives on the road to establishing the prosperous Tang Dynasty.

Li Zizhi raised his head, and the uncontrollable emotions in his heart made him breathe unevenly. To him, these people mean much more than that, because he had fought side by side with them, and he could even think of the face behind some familiar names.

Zhao Ergou, a former military captain, looked bad and even ugly. His biggest dream was to go back to his hometown to marry a wife and have a baby after he was discharged from the army. His favorite food was roasted lamb legs, but he died early. Where were roasted lamb legs in the troops in the prosperous Tang Dynasty?

Liang Changyou, the centurion of the Left Army, was born in five or three thick, but was delicate. It is often rumored in the army that Liang Changyou secretly played embroidery in order to practice patience, and he laughed out the big teeth of many people.

Chen Zhixiao, as his name is, has nothing in his eyes, just wanted to take the money back to serve his mother early. He asked someone to give the little military pay he gave to him, but he ate and drank all day long, but his comrades didn't bother him.

However, these living people died in wars after war in the prosperous Tang Dynasty.

They may live in the hearts of living relatives and friends, but they undoubtedly live under Shengjing City.

Because as early as the beginning of Shengjing’s flag replacement, the barefoot monk built this unknown sacrificial hall!

They have been guarding Shengjing. Once they activate the sacrificial hall formation, they will kill Buddha when they meet the Buddha, and kill god when they meet the god! Because they are the 100,000 soul troops of the prosperous Tang Dynasty! (To be continued...)
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