Chapter 65

Sang Yuanyuan looked at the Taoist in front of her speechlessly.

For some reason, she felt that he looked somewhat familiar.

This Heaven Altar's Saint Son was between thirty and forty years old. His face was handsome and scholarly. His appearance was quite good, but his arrogant and domineering manner was really lacking in education.

The soldiers showed their weapons and rushed into the courtyard, surrounding Sang Yuanyuan and the other three.

"People from the Heaven Altar?" You Wuming raised his eyebrows and said casually.

The soldiers' eyes narrowed as they stared at You Wuming's armor. "Youzhou's soldiers?

You're unlucky!

If you want to blame someone, blame your bad luck for meddling in something you can't handle. "

You Wuming was stunned for a moment, then let out a soft laugh. "… In this world, there's actually something that You Wuming can't handle."

"You Wuming?!"

While the opponent was still in a daze, You Wuming was like a big black butterfly, lightly leaping into the air. He spun, flashed, and attacked with his saber.

He landed back in place, pressing down on his saber. A stream of blood gathered at the tip of the saber and fell, hitting the brick ground one after another.

He smiled with his head down.

There was no need to confirm the result of the battle.

For You Wuming to do such a pretentious action, it actually felt like success was a matter of course, as if it was a matter of course.

Sang Yuanyuan was fiercely stunned by his handsomeness.

She looked up and saw that the three layers of Tiandu's soldiers had all covered their broken necks, vomiting blood in disbelief, and fell to the ground one by one.

Thump, thump, thump …

After a few breaths, the only one who could still stand was the Son of Heaven, who was completely dumbfounded.

You Wuming slowly turned around, brushed his sleeves, tilted his eyes, and said slowly, "Qin Prefecture's King has a younger brother named Qin Yuchi. I heard that he is weak and sickly, and has been living in seclusion for many years.

So he was hiding in the Heaven Altar and became the Heaven Altar's Saint? "

Hearing this, Sang Yuanyuan was suddenly enlightened.

No wonder he looked so familiar!

His appearance was extremely similar to Qin Wushuang and Qin Wushuang. Only, due to the difference in age and dressing, he had not remembered him at the moment.

There was a royal family among the Saints of Heaven Altar?

Originally, in Sang Yuanyuan's eyes, the Temple of Heaven was just a metaphysical organization. The Temple of Heaven's disciples, who were said to be able to communicate with gods and ghosts, were nothing more than charlatans who were paid by the government.

Later, she found out that the Temple of Heaven had something to do with her transmigration into another world, so she started to pay attention to this organization.

Today, she accidentally discovered that the 'original history' of You Wuming dying in battle in Tiandu was actually recorded in a broken mirror left behind by the Son of Heaven Altar. This made her realize that the Temple of Heaven was not simple at all. Behind all this, there must be a lot of dark secrets.

Despite this fact, Sang Yuanyuan was still greatly shocked when she learned that this Son of Heaven was from the Royal family — For generations, the Temple of Heaven did not have any real power. The Sons of Heaven lived in seclusion and lived a simple life. They only appeared at the Royal family's wedding and coming-of-age ceremonies to give their blessings.

Even the most destitute Royal family would not fall to the Temple of Heaven.

Unless he already knew about the depth of the Temple of Heaven.

"You, You Wuming?

You Wuming?! "

When the Son of Heaven Altar saw that his guard had been killed in one move, his arrogant expression was completely shattered. "You, you can kill me, but before you do, you better think twice. The Temple of Heaven is not an existence you can afford to offend."

Sang Yuanyuan was speechless. What a shameful line.

You Wuming stabbed the big black blade into the brick and laughed until he could not straighten his back.

Qin Yuchi, the Son of Heaven Altar, quickly took two steps back.

You Wuming raised his chin and motioned him to look back.

"If you cross that line, you will be cut in two from here." You Wuming stretched out a slender finger and pointed at Qin Yuchi's waist.

Qin Yuchi's expression changed and he looked back at the ground.

He saw the blood of the soldiers forming a strange circle on the ground behind him.

"King of Youzhou!

I advise you not to go against the Temple of Heaven! "Qin Yuchi pretended to be fierce, but he was timid inside." If you let me go, I can pretend that this has never happened! "

Sang Yuanyuan and You Wuming looked at each other and instantly understood each other's eyes — this Son of Heaven Altar was probably bought with money.

In addition, he secretly took the broken mirror back to Qinzhou. On the way back, he did not dare to look for it openly even if he lost it. Even if he found it, he still wanted to kill them. It was very likely that he did these things secretly and did not dare to let the Temple of Heaven know.

Therefore …

Sang Yuanyuan had reason to suspect that it was Qin Yuchi who secretly brought the "Precognition Mirror" back to Qinzhou and showed it to the King of Qin. Then, the King of Qin took out the golden shell that had been enshrined in the ancestral temple for more than a thousand years and asked Qin Wushuang to bring this enormous dowry to Han Shaoling's engagement party.

Therefore, what did the King of Qin see through the Precognition Mirror?

Sang Yuanyuan's heart thumped as he said: "Take him back and interrogate him carefully!"

You Wuming clasped his hands in an exaggerated manner. "Understood!"

Sang Yuanyuan: "…"

Qin Yuchi turned around and wanted to run.

This person did not have any power. You Wuming knocked him out casually and carried him in his hand like a little chick. Then, he tilted his head at Qu Ya 'er and said lightly, "Go, find the mirror."

You Wuming was a person who was afraid of trouble.

If he asked Qin Yuchi to hand over the mirror, surely he would not be willing and would ramble for a long time.

Therefore, he knocked him out and let the Qu siblings who had seen the broken mirror do the work for him.

Because of the burning hatred in their heart, these two siblings were not afraid of these corpses and the blood on the ground.

They looked around, and soon, they came back with a box with great difficulty.

When they arrived, they opened the box and saw that it was full of shiny golden shell.

Qu Ya 'er pursed her lips and with red eyes, she rummaged through the pile of golden shell for a while. Then, she took out a triangular-shaped broken mirror and handed it to You Wuming.

"This is it." Qu Ya 'er held the small mirror and suppressed her sadness.

It was such a clean little mirror, yet it was already stained with the blood of an entire village.

You Wuming extended two long fingers and picked up the broken mirror. He tilted his head and said: "You are fast. Here, these are your rewards."

Sang Yuanyuan smiled with understanding.

Just now, when he asked the siblings to take the items, she had a feeling and guessed that he wanted to give the gold and silver to them.

You Wuming was a person who clearly distinguished between gratitude and grudges, and also clearly distinguished between rewards and punishments.

Qu Ya 'er had set up a tombstone for him and wholeheartedly prayed for his safety. Although he would not reciprocate this kindness, he would never treat it lightly.

It was precisely because of Qu Ya 'er's kindness that Sang Yuanyuan found an important clue by chance. It could be said that he had inadvertently made a great contribution.

Now that the whole village had been massacred, the siblings would be in danger if they stayed here. If they wanted to live, they must go far away and hide their identities.

With these gold and silver, at least they would have the foundation to live a peaceful life.

As for what the future would be like, it would depend on their luck.

You Wuming had always been a person who did things in a straightforward manner, without the slightest hesitation.

Sang Yuanyuan sighed in his heart and looked at You Wuming with a gentle gaze.

"Sang Guo, let's go."

You Wuming grabbed the unconscious Qin Yuchi and hugged Sang Yuanyuan. He leaped onto Shang Ming's back and flew in the direction of You Province.

When they reached the plains, she stole a glance at him and said angrily, "There are people who are willing to die for you.

Are you very proud?

So generous! "

You Wuming was startled and said seriously, "No, don't talk nonsense."

She glanced at him, her gaze faintly drifting into the distance, "You Wuming, is the betrothal gift you gave me worth as much as that chest of treasures?"

You Wuming laughed out loud, "What are you thinking, Little Sang Guo!

Even if I have to sell everything I have, I will still gather a few dozen carriages of gold to be your betrothal gift!

That little bit of gold is nothing! "

Sang Yuanyuan looked back at him in shock.

This man had never talked nonsense. If he could give a specific amount, then he would really do it.

A few dozen carriages of gold?

That would really be selling everything he had.

She couldn't help but feel a little sorry for him. Just as she was about to say something, she saw this dog of a man squint his eyes proudly and say with a smile —

"How could someone like Father-in-law allow others to talk about him selling his daughter for gold?

Just wait and see, he will definitely bring the gold to Qin Province and use all this money to buy a set of spirit armor and send it back as your betrothal gift! "

Sang Yuanyuan: "… You Wuming, don't you have any shame!"

"It's fine as long as I have a wife, what's there to be ashamed of." He smiled wickedly and hugged her even tighter.

After holding it in for a while, he couldn't hold it in anymore. He moved closer to her ear mysteriously and said, "Little Sang Guo, do you believe that this Qin Yuchi can be exchanged for more than a few dozen carriages of gold?

This is a gold nugget! "

Sang Yuanyuan: "… So the few dozen carriages of gold were all contributed by this guy, and the betrothal gift you gave was just an iron pot?!"

You Wuming's dark eyes flashed, and he immediately pointed into the distance: "Little Sang Guo, quickly look!

There's a flock of sheep there! "

Sheep, on the endless grassland, there were plenty of cows and sheep!

"Don't change the topic!" She angrily turned around and grabbed his lapel.

Just as they were about to play around, they suddenly remembered the puppet that didn't allow You Wuming to be happy. The two hurriedly restrained their thoughts and stopped moving.

After a while, the two of them calmed down.

"Where's the broken mirror?" She asked.

You Wuming said: "I'll keep it. Before I figure out what's inside, I won't let you touch it."

Sang Yuanyuan slowly nodded.

After all, her accident was related to the Temple of Heaven. Since the broken mirror had such a mysterious power, who knew if it would affect her?

"Let's go back first."

With the broken mirror and the puppet in his mind, You Wuming rushed to Youzhou as fast as he could, turning his short life into a whirlwind.

Along the way, Qin Yuchi woke up three times, but every time he woke up, he would be knocked unconscious by You Wuming again.

When they entered Youdu, Qin Yuchi woke up again, but he continued to pretend to be unconscious. If he was knocked again, his head would be full of bumps.

Stepping into the capital, they saw A 'Gu leading the Hidden Shadow Guards and waiting there.

You Wuming threw Qin Yuchi to A 'Gu and said, "Interrogate him thoroughly, no matter how big or small."

"Yes!"

A ferocious smile immediately appeared on A 'Gu's usually simple and honest face.

Sang Yuanyuan took a look at Qin Yuchi who was pretending to be unconscious and couldn't help feeling pity for him. Even the death warriors sent by Eastern Prefecture had their mouths pried open by A 'Gu, let alone a mere Qin Yuchi.

She reckoned that he would be able to clearly explain the incident of him wetting the bed as a child before nightfall.

Qin Yuchi realized that something was wrong and hurriedly opened his eyes to shout, "King of Youzhou!

You can't treat me like this … If anything happens to me, Qin Prefecture and Heaven Altar won't let this matter rest! "

You Wuming's eyes swept past, and A 'Gu raised his hand to knock this sacred son of the royal family unconscious again. A' Gu was very clear that his lord didn't want this kind of confusing and long-winded confession. He had to organize it clearly and see the main points at a glance.

After sending this sacred son of Heaven Altar away, You Wuming brought Sang Yuanyuan back to his bedroom.

He jumped onto the green jade couch and sat cross-legged, taking out the broken mirror from his waist.

"Fruit, stay away from me." He chased Sang Yuanyuan to the couch beside the window and stared at the Mirror of Foresight in his hand.

"Little Sang Guo," he said as he stared at the broken mirror.

After a moment, he tilted his head expressionlessly.

"Me." He frowned slightly and weighed it, saying impatiently.

After a long while, he changed his position.

"Me." He said coldly.

After a while, there was still no movement.

"Pfft." He laughed. "What a charlatan.

It doesn't work. "

He casually threw the broken mirror behind the green jade pillow.

Sang Yuanyuan walked towards him.

Halfway there, he raised his hand. "Wait, let me look again."

Hesitantly, he picked up the broken mirror.

"Short-lived," he said.

"A 'Gu."

"Little Eight."

Still nothing.

Sang Yuanyuan stopped halfway, hesitated for a moment, and suggested, "You're thinking of Han Shaoling. Give it a try."

You Wuming subconsciously raised his eyes. Just as he was about to talk nonsense, he suddenly thought of something, narrowed his long and narrow eyes, and smiled.

"Okay," he said.

He lazily closed his eyes, curled his lips, and said disdainfully, "Han Shaoling."

After a while, his brows suddenly furrowed.

Immediately, his brows furrowed even tighter.

Sang Yuanyuan held his breath, carefully took two steps closer, tilted his head, and observed his expression — he didn't know what he saw about Han Shaoling.

He saw that pair of delicate thin lips gradually pursed into a firm line.

After a while, the right corner of his lips slowly raised, pulling into a cold and evil smile.

He opened his eyes, his gaze cruel and cold, and his voice was soft and mocking. "Do you think I'm dead?"

Sang Yuanyuan hurried to his side, put his hand on his forearm, and asked softly, "Did you see something?"

You Wuming jumped in fright, and threw the broken mirror away.

"Little Sang Guo!

When did you run to my side! "

Sang Yuanyuan: "… …" That evil king just now must be his illusion.

She saw that the mirror with mysterious power, pitifully somersaulting seventeen to eighteen times on the limestone tiles of the hall, and then stopped at the heavy door sill.

"What did you see?" she asked, sitting beside him.

You Wuming didn't want to say.

"It's nothing," he muttered, looking very unhappy.

"It's all fake." She pouted her red lips, gently shaking his arm. "Didn't Qu Ya 'er see you die the day before yesterday?

It's all fake! "

"Yes, it's fake." You Wuming curled his lips and sneered. "Just Han Shaoling and he wants to take over my Youdu?

What a joke! "

Sang Yuanyuan: "Yes, yes, it's the biggest joke in the world!"

She thought to herself, That's right, after You Wuming died in battle in the original book, Han Shaoling was the first to attack Youdu.

She narrowed her eyes, looking at the broken mirror lying on the floor.

She seemed to see a huge mirror fall to the ground and shatter, and this was only one of the pieces.

What should it have looked like, or rather, what kind of power did it have?

"You Wuming." She shook his arm again and said coquettishly, "Look again, look at my father, mother, and brother, and Yun Xuzhou!"

"Little Sang Guo …" He looked at her helplessly.

"Just look."

"Okay, okay, okay!"

He kicked his boots and walked over lazily to pick up the broken mirror.

"You, stay away."

She responded, moved a wooden stool, and sat at a place not far away.

"No father-in-law.

No parents.

Sang Bujin also doesn't have any. "Soon, You Wuming spat out a bunch of results.

"Eh?

There's Yun Xuzhou. "He moved his eyebrows." Yun Xuzhou took in a live-in son-in-law.

Tsk. "

Sang Yuanyuan took a light breath, and the thoughts in her heart became more and more certain.

In the book, You Wuming, Shang Ming, Sang Yuanyuan, her parents, and brother were all dead at this point in time, so she couldn't see the 'future' of these people.

Yun Xuzhou held the power of Yunzhou, and it was very likely that she took in a live-in son-in-law and continued to rule the state.

In other words, what could be 'sensed' or 'recorded' in this broken mirror was the 'future' that Sang Yuanyuan had not changed.

It could be treated as the 'original work'.

It wasn't that scary.

As Sang Yuanyuan thought of this, his mind suddenly brightened up. The dark clouds that had been weighing heavily on his chest disappeared without a trace.

"You Wuming …" She called out to him with a smile.

He moved his eyebrows, threw the broken mirror to the end of the bed, and opened his arms to her. "Hmm?"

She threw herself into his arms and rubbed her cheek against his cheek.

"It's so good.

Everything is so good now. "

He lowered his head and kissed her forehead.

"It's not good," he said.

She looked at him in puzzlement. Why did he say something like that to spoil the mood?

He slowly moved closer to her ear, and said in an extremely low voice, "What's so good about not being able to f * ck you?"

Her heart trembled, and her breathing became chaotic. For a moment, she didn't know whether she should be embarrassed or angry.

"It's time to catch it." He helped her stand up.

She didn't stand firm for a moment, and took a small step back.

You Wuming was immediately amused, and said with a mischievous smile, "Little Sang Guo, just a sentence like that made your legs go soft?

When the time comes and we get serious, what will you do?

Next time, I won't be merciful to you. "

Last time, when he didn't show any emotion for an hour, he had already greatly expanded his psychological limits. He knew that he actually had a lot of potential. As long as he didn't get too excited, he might be able to challenge it for an hour.

As he thought this, the mischievous look in his eyes became more and more intense.

Sang Yuanyuan strangely understood the look in his eyes. She looked vigilant, "Don't mess around."

He laughed loudly, clasped her five fingers, and placed her small and soft hand in his palm, and dragged her out.

"Where could it be?" Sang Yuanyuan asked.

You Wuming spread out his hands, "It's going around."

Sang Yuanyuan suddenly remembered something. Just now, the third thing You Wuming looked at was "Me", but he didn't see anything.

Did this mean that if he died, Me would also die with him?

Then, what about the other way around?

Sang Yuanyuan said, "If you find it, don't hurt it first. We'll talk about it after we bring it back.

I'm afraid that if I hurt it, it will have an adverse effect on you. "

You Wuming heavily smacked her forehead, "You're thinking too much?

You really love me to death! "

Sang Yuanyuan said, "Okay, the wings are coming out!"

Short-lived carried the two people out of Wang City.

Me.

Where could it be?

It was such a small puppet, it could be hidden anywhere. As long as it didn't move, it might not be found for the rest of its life.

Sang Yuanyuan looked around. In this short street, there were countless places to hide — under the cart, in the bamboo basket, wine jars, rice jars, roof beams …

How could they find it?

But it seemed that You Wuming already had an idea.

His body swayed gently from side to side from time to time.

Short-lived had accompanied him for more than ten years, so it knew his body language like the back of its hand. It lightly kicked its four hooves, turned a few corners, and stopped outside a courtyard.

It was obvious that a funeral had been held here.

It seemed that more than one funeral had been held here.

Sang Yuanyuan looked carefully and found that the white banners hanging by the door were old and new. The new ones were hung a few days ago, but the old ones were faintly yellow. It seemed that they had been there for more than a month.

"The victim's home?" Sang Yuanyuan asked softly.

"Yes," You Wuming replied lazily, "the first case.

Let's hear it. "

He raised his chin.

Sang looked around from afar and saw a rather large flatbed cart parked in the alley. He tossed a large face flower at the bottom of the cart. The face flower scrunched up and shrank under the cart.

A strand of spirit vine crawled out, wrapped around the moss on the wall, and gently climbed into the courtyard.

In the courtyard, a couple looked like they had just returned home. Both of them were in the kitchen, one starting a fire, and the other preparing vegetables.

The couple had deep wrinkles between their eyebrows. Their eyes were dull and listless.

After starting the fire, the woman threw the rice and vegetables into the pot, closed the lid, and left it alone. The couple sat on the threshold of the kitchen, holding their foreheads and sighing.

After a while, the water in the pot dried up, and the smell of burning drifted out, but the two did not react at all.

After a long time, the woman walked to the stove, removed the firewood, and scooped out the cooked vegetables and rice. The couple silently chewed the food, which could not be considered a meal, and then went into the inner room. They lay on the bed, closed their eyes, and did not say a word.

Sang Yuanyuan observed for a while, but found nothing.

It seemed that the victim's death was too much of a blow to their family. The couple no longer had the will to live.

Was it their child who died?

That beautiful, little doll who would put on a crying face and sit obediently with her hands on her knees … actually killed their child?

But … it seemed that two funerals had been held here.

Sang Yuanyuan glanced at You Wuming. She saw him squinting and looking into the distance, as if he was thinking about something, so she did not disturb him.

She thought for a while, then manipulated the spirit vine and climbed into the courtyard next door.

Sometimes, it was more useful to ask the neighbors for information.

The couple next door was talking.

The man said, "If you have nothing to do, go next door more often and persuade Old Zhang's wife. I think she doesn't want to live anymore. She wandered around the river for a long time this afternoon, and I didn't dare to leave. I just followed behind and watched."

The woman said, "How do you want me to persuade her?

It's not like you don't know my mouth. If you ask me, she should light firecrackers to celebrate now! "

"How can you talk like that!" The man slapped her on the fleshy part of her body.

The woman pinched him back. "What did I say wrong?

Sigh, ever since this daughter-in-law married into the Zhang Family, she worked like an ox and a horse. She accompanied her husband to provide for that useless brother-in-law of hers. The couple didn't even bear to eat or wear anything. The little money they saved was all used to pay off their brother-in-law's gambling debts!

It wasn't easy for them to give birth to a fat son last year. Old Zhang finally understood and stopped providing for Zhang Er, that rotten person, to eat, drink, and play. But in the end, the child ran out of the house last month and drowned in the river!

Old Wu, didn't you say it yourself that it was most likely that rotten person, Zhang Er, who did it? "

The man said, "This, this is just a suspicion. You can't talk nonsense without evidence!"

"Hmph." The woman sneered. "If you ask me, I don't care about the Heart-Seeker committing murder. Zhang Er's black and rotten heart was dug out by God!

He just killed his nephew, and in the next moment, he cheated all the money that his brother and sister-in-law saved for the child and gambled it all away!

Look at that kid who died last month. When was there a day when he wasn't beaming with joy?

Aiyo, even as a neighbor, my heart hurts when I think of that fat child! "

"Sigh, sigh, he's already dead, and the dead are more important. Let's not talk about it," the man said. "Anyway, when you have time, you should persuade Sister Zhang more!"

"Yes," the woman said. "Although it's sad to lose the child, she's still young and has a chance to have another child.

Zhang Er, that blood-sucking worm, is gone, and she can start to live a real life in the future!

Tomorrow, I'll go talk to her. You should also persuade Old Zhang more, ah! "

The husband and wife talked for a while, then agreed to go to bed together.

Sang Yuanyuan: "…" Sure enough, the people in ancient times did not have much entertainment. They started their nightlife when the sky was not dark.

You Wuming tugged at her sleeve.

Sang Yuanyuan was digesting the information she had just received. She turned to look at him with a slightly confused expression.

The corners of his eyes twitched slightly, and he gave her a look.

Sang Yuanyuan: "???"

Suddenly, there was an earth-shattering scream from the side of the alley —

"Monster, ahhhhhh!"

Sang Yuanyuan was shocked and looked towards the direction of the sound.

She saw an honest-looking middle-aged man push open the flatbed cart, revealing the big and mournful face of the big face flower under the cart.

Sang Yuanyuan: "… Run!"

You Wuming did not hesitate and squeezed the short-life flower. Like an arrow released from a bow, You Wuming shot out of the alley.

"Uh …" Sang Yuanyuan was very embarrassed. "I'm sorry for scaring your people."

"It's also yours." You Wuming said.

Sang Yuanyuan touched her nose. "This flower is really … Her face is getting bigger and bigger by the day."

She shook her head and said seriously, "Just now, I heard a piece of news.

The one who was killed by the puppet was a gambler and a scoundrel. It's very likely that he killed his own nephew a month ago.

Because there was no evidence, he was still alive and well. He continued to squander his brother and sister-in-law's money until his heart was dug out a few days ago. The neighbors even said that it was God's doing. "

You Wuming giggled. "You mean, I'm enforcing justice on behalf of God?"

Sang Yuanyuan looked confused. "Let's look elsewhere first."

"Mm," You Wuming replied airily. "The second victim is a very good person.

Little Sang Guo, don't expect too much from him. "

Sang Yuanyuan nodded lightly. "Mm, I know."

After passing through three streets, they arrived at another courtyard with a white banner hanging on it.

The courtyard door was wide open. You Wuming looked around and strode in.

Sang Yuanyuan was about to follow when she suddenly felt something. She turned around and saw a small hand tugging on her skirt.