After rolling onto the streets of Xianjing, Xie Lian still covered the lower half of his face, stumbling along the way. Although the little priests who hurriedly passed by on the street did not dare to come up to him to ask him questions, they could not help but look at him strangely. Xie Lian quickly put down his hands, straightened up, rubbed his mouth hypocritically, and muttered: "My mouth hurts a little, I don't know what's going on, hehe..."

The little priests looked at him even weirder.

What did I do to make my mouth hurt?

It really hurt a little. He jumped up and kissed too hard just now, and Huacheng was probably hit by him, but Xie Lian could clearly feel it after he got close to him, he seemed to be smiling. He didn't dare to think too much, lowered his head and walked forward, and the other priests didn't delay any more, and hurried away.

I don't know if it's because the opening of the copper furnace was too much of a commotion, but the whole of Xianjing was in a solemn and uneasy atmosphere. Many priests had already gathered in the Shenwu Hall. Although the vengeful spirits in the copper furnace had spread to seven or eight places in the north and south, most of them were sent to the most densely populated imperial city. Xie Lian and Hua Cheng took the lead and chose the most difficult ones to deal with until now. The others only dealt with a few hundred and had already dealt with them. Pei Ming, Feng Xin and others had all come up and returned to Xianjing, washing off their tired faces. As soon as Xie Lian stepped into the hall, he raised his face and met someone. It was Lang Qianqiu, whom he hadn't seen for a long time.

Lang Qianqiu's face was gloomy. He was stunned when he saw him, and then turned his head away.

Everyone kept silent. Jun Wu, who was sitting at the top, saw Xie Lian coming and stood up slightly. Just as he was about to speak, Lang Qianqiu stood up and said, "Emperor, I heard that you have captured the Green Ghost Qi Rong."

Jun Wu looked at him and said, "That's right. However, I didn't capture the green ghost Qi Rong and the female ghost Xuan Ji myself. They were all delivered by Yin Yu from the ghost market."

Xie Lian then realized that Yinyu was also there. There was nothing he could do, he really had no sense of presence. This was Yinyu's first time entering the Shenwu Hall. In addition to the high-ranking priests, only those permitted by Jun Wu could enter the hall. When Yinyu was a priest in the past, he was not qualified to enter because of his low rank. Now that he has "fallen down" to the ghost market, he has finally entered the hall. He is also at a loss whether to laugh or cry.

Lang Qianqiu said bluntly: "Qi Rong is my clan-destroying enemy, please let me deal with this thing, Emperor."

Jun Wu glanced at Xie Lian, pondered for a moment, and said, "It's not impossible to leave it to you to deal with, but I want to ask a question. What will you do after you deal with Qing Gui Qi Rong? What will you do next?"

At the beginning, Lang Qianqiu threatened to find Xie Lian after settling the score with Qi Rong, and Jun Wu knew about this. Lang Qianqiu said stiffly: "That is none of the Emperor's business. It is not that if I don't answer this question, the Emperor will protect Qi Rong and prevent me from avenging my family?"

He hardly spoke in the Shenwu Hall before, and even if he did, it was silly. Now that he spoke, there was an inexplicable anger in his expression and tone. This state is not good. Pei Ming said: "His Highness Taihua is a little angry today, of course the emperor will not cover up..."

Just as he was trying to smooth things over, he heard a commotion outside the palace, and a man rushed in, saying, "Emperor, I can't wait any longer!"

It turned out to be Mu Qing. He was dressed in black and his face was dark. Several martial gods behind him were originally escorting him, but they couldn't hold him back, so they also ran in and said, "Emperor, we were just about to send General Xuanzhen away..."

Jun Wu sighed, held his forehead, waved his hand and said, "I know, you guys can go down." After a moment, he raised his head and turned to Mu Qing: "So what?"

Mu Qing said firmly: "So I can't continue to tolerate this injustice against me. Haven't you already caught that woman in Tonglu? I want to confront her face to face!"

Lang Qianqiu also said: "Emperor, please hand over Qinggui Qirong to me!"

The two of them were talking loudly together, and the crowd below was in chaos. Jun Wu looked very troubled and said, "Silence! Can't you wait and let me finish dealing with the copper furnace?"

Mu Qing said, "You need manpower to deal with the resentful spirits leaked from the copper furnace, so what's the point of locking me up? It would be better for me to clear my grievances as soon as possible and serve the Heavenly Court. As long as the Emperor brings her up for me to confront, the truth will be revealed!"

This makes sense. If he is not allowed to do what he wants, he will probably not give up. Jun Wu can only say: "Bring the female ghost Jianlan."

Soon, Jianlan was also brought up. She was holding a swaddling-like bundle in her hands. A dark aura emanated from the bundle. A pale thing that looked like a hand but not a hand, and a bone but not a bone, emerged from it, waving its claws and fangs. She tucked the corner of the bundle and stuffed it back. Probably to give face to Feng Xin, the escorting priest did not twist her. Feng Xin's Adam's apple moved slightly, and their eyes met for a moment. Jianlan looked away first, and then Feng Xin's eyes fell on the "swaddling" in her arms, which was even more complicated. Mu Qing seemed to have lost his patience, and said right away: "I don't know why your son wants to slander me, but he absolutely knows that I am not the murderer. He must have been instructed by someone."

He was somewhat out of control, but Xie Lian could understand. After all, Mu Qing was a very proud person. He had been blamed for so long and it affected his position in the Heavenly Court, so he was naturally furious. Jun Wu said, "From what you can see, who ordered it?"

Mu Qing didn't say anything, but his eyes moved to the side, and everyone could see that he was looking at Jianlan.

Feng Xin's forehead immediately became bulging with veins: "What do you mean? Do you think she deliberately let her son slander you?"

Mu Qing retracted his gaze and said, "I didn't say that."

Feng Xin said, "Then why are you looking at her? She has no grudge against you, so why are you ordering her around like this?"

Mu Qing stared at him and said, "She has no hatred or grudge against me, but the same may not be true for you."

Feng Xin said, "What do you mean? Explain yourself clearly once and for all."

Mu Qing glanced at Xie Lian and said, "You are Miss Jian Lan, whom you met during the time when His Royal Highness the Crown Prince was demoted, right?"

The other priests followed him and looked at Xie Lian. Xie Lian: “???”

Why is it involving him again?

Feng Xin also glanced at him and said angrily in a low voice: "What does this have to do with that?"

Mu Qing simply threw it all out, and said, "Of course it is related. At that time, you were living in poverty and hardship with His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, and you hated me for ascending to the Middle Heaven again. You also liked to use me as a scapegoat and bring up my past faults. Since she was your bedside companion, how could she not be influenced by her and hate me? Maybe she would even hate His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, because you didn't take her away in the end, but chose to go back and continue to be loyal and destitute, which was simply abandoning..."

Feng Xin couldn't bear it any longer and roared, "Stop talking bullshit!!"

He punched, and Mu Qing fought back. Jian Lan stepped forward to stop him, but the fetal spirit started to laugh strangely, like a crow, extremely terrifying. Pei Ming and Yin Yu grabbed Feng Xin and Mu Qing respectively, and Quan Yizhen watched from the side, as if considering who would win if they fought. In short, the palace was filled with smoke and miasma. Xie Lian stood quietly for a long time, lowered his head, and after a long while, he sighed and reminded: "Emperor, the most urgent task is to find Bai Wuxiang first and deal with the human face plague. The person we just found is the most important clue."

Jun Wu couldn't bear to watch it any longer, so he waved his hand and said, "...Take the female ghost Jianlan and Tailing down. Bring Xianle Imperial Master up."

Mu Qing shouted: "No need! I want...what?"

Feng Xin was also surprised and asked: "Who to bring?"

The two of them looked towards the entrance of the hall. The one brought here by the martial priests was Mei Nianqing, the Imperial Master of Xianle, whom they were both very familiar with.

Feng Xin and Mu Qing were stunned. Feng Xin said, "National Master? Really National Master?" Mu Qing didn't shout, but was also confused. No wonder, to be honest, even now, Xie Lian felt a little unrealistic, and couldn't connect this person with the National Master who asked him "two people in a cup of water".

Mei Nianqing walked forward slowly and passed by Xie Lian. Jun Wu sat on top of the hall and said, "Xianle, you seem to have something to say when you are down there."

Xie Lian bowed slightly and said, “Yes.”

So, he picked out the important things from his experiences of entering Tonglu Mountain and exploring Wuyong Country. Everyone's eyes widened as they listened, not to mention Feng Xin's admiration. After listening, Jun Wu slowly said, "I have never heard of the name Wuyong Country."

The priests also echoed: "I haven't heard of it either..."

"After all, it was two thousand years ago."

"It must have been intentional to erase the traces."

Mei Nianqing remained silent. Xie Lian said, “Grandmaster, the Crown Prince Wuyong must be Bai Wuxiang, right?”

Mei Nianqing said: "Yes."

really!

Pei Ming pondered as he asked, "Who left those murals? And who destroyed the last one?"

Xie Lian said, “I don’t know who left it there, but I think it must have been destroyed by Bai Wuxiang or his subordinates. After all, he didn’t want others to know his identity.”

He turned to Mei Nianqing and said, "And you are Prince Wuyong's subordinate." That is, Bai Wuxiang's subordinate.

“…”

Mei Nianqing was silent. Xie Lian had an urge to ask him, when Xianle destroyed the country, did the Imperial Master know that the thing was Bai Wuxiang? Or were they in collusion, and the Imperial Master was even an accomplice?

But in the end, he still asked another question: "Where is Bai Wuxiang now?"

“…”

Xie Lian asked, “Why did Bai Wuxiang want to destroy Xianle?”

“…”

Xie Lian asked, “Why do you want to kill me?”

Mei Nianqing finally spoke. He said, "Your Highness, I don't want to kill you."

Xie Lian asked, “Then why did you try to take my throat?”

Mei Nianqing asked back: "Will you die if I strangle you? Will the person next to you let me succeed?"

Indeed, he would not. But that does not mean that Mei Nianqing did not have the intention to kill, because his reaction at that time was completely subconscious. Mei Nianqing probably knew that he could not convince him, so he stopped arguing.

After a moment of silence, Xie Lian finally asked the question he wanted to ask the most.

He said, "Master, what do you want to awaken from me?"

Jun Wu told him that the Imperial Master seemed to want to awaken something from him. What could that be?

Mei Nianqing stared at him with a strange look on his face. Xie Lian clenched his fist under his sleeve and said, "Master, please speak."

Xie Lian had been feeling uneasy. The fate of Prince Wuyong was so similar to his own. Could it be that there really was some secret connection between him and Bai Wuxiang?

He had to figure this out because he absolutely could not tolerate Bai Wuxiang having anything to do with him. But he was also very afraid that Bai Wuxiang really had something to do with him.

Mei Nianqing looked at him for a while, then said, "Your Highness, it's hard for me to answer your questions at this time. And even if I answered, you might not believe it."

After a pause, he said, "However, there is one thing I can answer you right away."

Mei Nianqing said word by word: "Bai Wuxiang, right now, in this Shenwu Palace. He is right in front of me!"

Who is in front of him?

Thank you!

Xie Lian immediately took a few steps back, as if trying to avoid this position. Feng Xin, who was standing next to him, said, "Master, you... open your eyes and look carefully. Who is in front of you? It's His Royal Highness the Crown Prince! It's your disciple!"

However, there were other voices. A priest in the distance covered his mouth and whispered, "Could it be... Could it be that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince and Bai Wuxiang are... one soul divided into two?!"

"What does it mean to have one soul divided into two?!"

"It is the soul of the same person, divided into two halves, or split into two sides. One half has different memories from the other half, and has different temperaments and abilities, and perhaps different appearances..."

"……possible."

“I’ve heard of this kind of example, too!”

"If that's true, what should we do? Your Highness the Crown Prince is the disaster in white???"

Such voices were heard everywhere, and Xie Lian began to doubt: He is Bai Wuxiang??? Is this really the case???

Could it be that he himself had destroyed Xianle? Could it be that he had tortured himself for eight hundred years? To this day, he was to blame for everything???

The priests in the hall were in an uproar, with different expressions. Feng Xin didn't know what to say or what to believe. Jun Wu stood up and said, "Xianle, calm down!"

Xie Lian was a little confused at the moment, and said, “I…I…”

Is it really all his fault???

If it was really him, what should I do? I have no idea!

Just when he was at a loss, suddenly, a voice sounded in his heart:

"No! I can guarantee that you are you, not anyone else. Trust me!"

“…”

Saburo. Saburo!

Huacheng said that it couldn't be him, it would never be his fault!

Thinking of this, Xie Lian's mind instantly cleared up and he stood firmly on his feet. Jun Wu had already stepped down from the throne and came to his side, saying, "Xianle! Calm down first..."

Xie Lian was just about to raise his head and answer calmly, but at this moment, Mei Nianqing suddenly reached out, pulled out the sword from Feng Xin’s waist, and stabbed Jun Wu!

All the priests exclaimed in surprise. However, Jun Wu and Xie Lian were both martial gods, and they were among the best martial gods. How could they take such a sneak attack seriously? Before the tip of the sword touched Jun Wu, Xie Lian had already stretched out two fingers like lightning and clamped the sharp sword tip in front of his eyes!

Feng Xin came to his senses and immediately came up to restrain the Imperial Master. He dared to commit a crime in the Divine Martial Hall, and in front of so many Martial Gods, he was simply courting death. Feng Xin said, "Imperial Master, it's useless for you to do this!"

Mei Nianqing struggled in vain while yelling at Xie Lian, “Look!!! Look!!!”

Yinyu ran up and said, "Your Highness! Are you okay? What happened?"

Mu Qing asked warily from afar: "What are you looking at? What does he mean? What does he want to do?"

In the chaos, Xie Lian remained motionless for a long time.

It was not because of anything else, but because he saw something in the snow-white sword blade.

A face.

A calm and handsome face of a young man.

And on this face, there are three other faces!

The three smaller faces squeezed onto this man's face, ruining his originally handsome features into something horrible and distorting his facial features. Half of his face seemed to be crying, and the other half seemed to be smiling.

Xie Lian should be familiar with this face. But at this moment, in the mirror-like sword, it looked so strange and frightening that Xie Lian broke out in a cold sweat. Then he suddenly remembered that the sword Feng Xin carried was a red mirror, a mirror that revealed evil and poison. Once a demon entered the mirror, nothing could escape.

From this angle, the red mirror reflected not his face, but the face of the person standing behind him. And there was a pair of gloomy eyes on the face, staring at him closely.

Xie Lian's pupils slowly contracted. His movements seemed to be several beats slower. He opened his mouth slightly, but before he could say anything, his wrist suddenly stiffened.

A strong hand grabbed his wrist, and Jun Wu smiled behind him and said, "Xianle, what are you looking at?"