Ji Qingxue smiled: "host, do you know what you just said represents?"

    For a long time, the old voice of Zhiyuan sounded in the room: "princess, our secret health has been a weapon for killing people, and we have no superfluous feelings. However, over the years, it is guilt that has supported me to live."

    "To whom? King Rui?"

    "I once said that if he wanted my life, he could come and take it at any time."

    Ji Qingxue snorted coldly, "what did you do in those years?"

    Zhiyuan asked, "what can dark guards do except assassination?"

    Ji Qingxue frowned. Could it be that emperor Cheng Yuan didn''t even want to let Nangong Yan go?

    "Princess, have you ever heard that the emperor and Prime Minister broke into the Wuling clan by mistake and brought back two women." Zhiyuan paused a little and then asked her, "do you think it''s a coincidence that they entered the Wuling clan?"

    Oh, listen to this. Are they still premeditated? It seems that this matter will be dug deeper and deeper!

    "At that time, the emperor had just ascended the throne, his foundation was unstable, and the state of Wei and Qi were eyeing. At that time, he urgently needed strong support."

    Ji Qingxue blurted out: "so, you want to say that they have long planned to enter the Wuling clan."

    "That''s right. It is said that the secret of the Wuling family''s treasure is hidden in Wu Xian and the saint. The emperor''s original intention was..."

    "It doesn''t take a soldier to get the treasure of the Wuling family, right?" this vulgar routine, a beautiful man''s trick? Thanks to them!

    "Then why do you do this to Chu Yushang? Because he won''t tell the secret of the Wuling family?"

    You can say so. But it was another thing that really made the emperor unable to accommodate her.

    I don''t know why, Ji Qingxue always felt that it made her feel very uncomfortable.

    "What the hell is it?"

    Zhiyuan took a long sigh of relief, and then continued, "the undead army."

    Undead army? Ji Qingxue took a mouthful of tea and sprayed it directly. She wiped her mouth and looked at Zhiyuan incredulously. Why didn''t she die?

    "What undead army?"

    "If the soldiers take the special medicine, they will become powerful, feel no pain and never be tired. This special medicine is the forbidden art of the Wuling family and is not allowed to be used on people, but it was too late when Chu Yushang found it."

    Ji Qingxue''s hand clenched the cup and almost crushed it. This so-called drug can only destroy people''s own nervous system and make them feel no pain and fatigue, but it is consuming people''s mental strength in advance. When time comes, they will be exhausted and die.

    "This kind of thing against heaven is too cruel. But how do you know?"

    Zhiyuan suddenly stood up and took off his clothes: "because I am the first batch of experimenters of the undead army."

    Ji Qingxue was so surprised that he couldn''t say a word when he saw the scars all over Zhiyuan. Apart from cruelty, Ji Qingxue really didn''t know what words to describe.

    Zhiyuan''s wounds were deep with bones, like one huge centipede after another, crawling all over his body.

    At this time, Ji Qingxue has fully understood that the emperor''s father nangongyan must have cheated Chu Yushang''s prescription, but Chu Yushang underestimated his ambition and never thought that he would use the pharmacy for the soldiers.

    "The prescription given by the imperial concubine to the emperor was incomplete, so the experiment failed."

    What a century scum man! Because the prescription was incomplete, Emperor Cheng Yuan forced Chu Yushang to hand over the remaining prescription under the pretext that she was pregnant.

    "We are a failed experiment, so we must die, because things about the undead army must not be leaked."

    At the thought that all the brothers who worked together died and only themselves survived, Zhiyuan''s heart was like full of holes, but sometimes living is more difficult than dying.

    "The last task we performed was to kill the imperial concubine."

    At that time, someone secretly saved Chu Yushang. The emperor was very angry and immediately gave them a hunting order.

    It''s true that the imperial concubine was rescued. It''s also true to kill them. When Zhiyuan wanted to come over later, he had to obey the emperor''s ability to play tricks.

    "The imperial concubine was seriously injured in that pursuit, so she caused toxicity in her body in advance. She gave birth to Queen Rui and died soon."

    Ji Qingxue heard that the Three Outlooks were about to collapse. The most respected father and emperor was the murderer who killed his mother and concubine. He thought that his father''s kindness and filial piety were false.

    Nangong Yan... How much have you suffered? I don''t know?

    Ji Qingxue forced herself to calm down. She looked up at Zhiyuan and asked, "does Nangong Yan know all these things?"

    "Even if I don''t say it, he doesn''t check much himself."

    Ji Qingxue closed her eyes and felt very bad. She was very distressed about Nangong Yan. If it happened to someone else, I''m afraid that person would have collapsed long ago.

    "Now I''m afraid the Lord has known the truth when he asked you to come here. However, he still holds a glimmer of hope and needs you to come to me for an answer. But whether I say it or not, he knows, but he refuses to admit it."

    "Princess, I have finished my story. You should go, too. The prince is still waiting for you."

    Ji Qingxue got up and said goodbye. When she went out, she asked, "who was the person who saved Chu Yushang?"

    At the moment when the door closed, Ji Qingxue heard Zhiyuan''s answer: "it''s your father and your mother."

    At this time, Ji Qingxue''s eyes are full of consternation. Is it his mother and his cruel father? It can''t be true?

    I can''t manage so much now. Nangong Yan is still waiting for her!

    Ji Qingxue climbed over the wall and went out of Xiangyue temple. He rode his horse and ran to Kyoto. Nangongyan, you are waiting for me. No matter what happened before, I will accompany you. Don''t be afraid with me!

    The palace dungeon.

    Nangong Yan took two pots of wine to visit yuzhenzi in the dungeon.

    "Master, I''ve come to see you for a drink!"

    Lying on the ground, yuzhenzi turned over, squinted at Nangong Yan outside the prison door, and said expressionless, "what are you doing?"

    Nangong Yan shook the jar in his hand, and then ordered someone to open the prison door. He went in, sat on the ground and began to drink without saying a word.

    "What happened to you? Why did you come to me for a drink?"

    Nangong Yan didn''t want to answer yuzhenzi. He just drank a lot. He handed yuzhenzi a jar: "drink when you drink. What nonsense!"

    Suddenly, yuzhenzi glanced at the wound and black line on Nangong Yan''s arm. He looked gloomy. That was

    Yuzhenzi grabbed Nangong Yan''s hand and said sternly, "what''s going on? How can you..."

    Nangong Yan put down the jar as if nothing had happened and said faintly, "it''s all right, it''s just a small injury!"

    Yuzhenzi said angrily, "little wound? You really think I''m too old to see that this is a lover''s poison? Dare you tell me it''s a little wound. Nangong Yan, you''re always cautious. Why would you let someone plant poison for you?"

    Anyone can hear this and hide a lot of concern. Nangong Yan narrowed his eyes and looked at the embarrassed man in front of him. Master, why didn''t you see it before twelve? You care about me so much?

    "Master, it will be your birthday in a few days." Nangong Yan looked up and took another mouthful of liquor.

    His birthday was the last day yuzhenzi thought about in his life. It was this day that all his 11 disciples died in his hands, while his most valued little disciple 12 regarded him as an enemy. After several pursuits, he, the head of Tianshan Mountain, fell here.

    Yuzhenzi lifted the jar and poured wine into his mouth to drown his sorrow!

    When he was drunk, Nangong Yan suddenly asked, "master, you could have killed me, but you didn''t. why?"

    Yuzhenzi was drunk and hazy, and said in a trance, "I''ve always been decisive. Why have I been merciful, but it''s just because my skills are inferior to others."

    This set of words may deceive others, but it can''t deceive Nangong Yan: "is it worth violating my father''s order for me?"

    "Of course it''s worth..." yuzhenzi looked at him in amazement. Did he know?

    "Shifu, you were ordered to kill disciples. Since you are merciful, I''m afraid you have to avoid my pursuit and the father''s pursuit at the same time. Shifu, it''s not a good life!"

    Yuzhenzi saw Nangong Yan laughing all the time. When talking about these, he didn''t have a half painful look on his face, but he knew that his little disciple was the one with the deepest heart among many disciples. The more calm he looked on the surface, the more painful he felt in his heart.

    "Twelve..." yuzhenzi moved his lips, but he couldn''t say anything. Why couldn''t he do it that day?

    His disciples were all brought up by him and had the same feelings with his father and son, but Tianshan was closely related to Dayan. There was only one master, the emperor Dayan.

    These children died one by one in front of themselves. Twelve, his favorite disciple, was the target of the emperor.

    In the last move, he left half of his internal power. Maybe he felt tired, so he couldn''t bear to start. Whether it will be a blessing or a curse in the future depends on him.

    At that time, yuzhenzi really held such an idea, so no matter how Nangong Yan pressed him, he couldn''t speak because he couldn''t say anything.

    Nangong Yan leaned against the wall and said expressionless, "so anyway, you don''t want to open your mouth and tell me who is behind you?"

    Because that man is... Father.

    "Master, I don''t understand why senior brothers have to die, just because they want to find a legitimate reason to kill me?"

    Yuzhenzi fell the jar. How could it be so simple?

    "Have you ever heard of the undead army?"

    Hearing these four words, Nangong Yan suddenly felt that he was sober and immortal army?

    "What does master want to say? Isn''t this the only legendary army?"

    Yuzhenzi said faintly, "what if it''s not a legend?"