The sentence "The world is too big, the chair is too small" shocked everyone.

There is no need to parse, the meaning between the lines is clear.

Zhuge Wangyue’s implicit expression was direct. Ning Chang'an was direct.

He left the Imperial Heavenly Prison, Ning Chang'an, Ximen Qiushui, and Dongxie went straight to Jingzhao Prefecture.

There is no one in the spacious Zhuque Street, and the ground is hit by raindrops and ripples.

"Can this case be solved?" Dong Xie asked. Dong Xie did not talk about the world with Ning Chang'an and focused on the case in front of him.

Ning Chang'an shook his head.

"Then let the head fall to the ground!" Dong Xie was stunned.

"almost!"

The cold-faced man Ximen Qiushui stopped and moved forward. He thought about it but stopped and said to Ning Chang'an: "It's still time to leave the city!"

Ning Chang'an's eyes were warm, he glanced at Ximen Qiushui, and said with a smile: "If you leave, you will turn your head away, why are you happy to live!"

"Well said!" Dong Xie applauded."

The three of them passed by Zhuque Street.

It was raining heavily, and raindrops formed lines.

Ning Chang'an is in the middle, the Dongxie wheelchair is on the left, and the Ximen Qiushui is on the right.

The sage captain Ximen Qiushui of Jingzhao Prefecture rarely stands on the left.

It is convenient to draw the sword on the right side.

The ground was hit by water drops and ripples were created, and all the eyes were connected were large and small water droplets.

The sound of running water and the sound of water droplets breaking into my ears.

Ning Chang'an paused slightly when he took steps, and the raindrops in front seemed a little unusual.

A drop of water was hanging in the air like a qi, extremely similar to the Tianyi Divine Water that had entered Ning Chang'an's body.

The water droplets were shattered in Ning Chang'an's sight, and the surrounding air fluctuated.

…………

The rain curtains of heaven and earth disappeared one after another, and Ning Chang'an was in the Taoist temple again.

It’s still the scene in the dream of the courtyard before. When Chen Yuhuo entered, the dream was interrupted, and now it continues together.

A clear and real feeling.

Ning Chang'an cannot see the Ximen Qiushui and the East Evil. There is a smell of incense lingering from the incense burner at the end of the nose.

There are three incense sticks in the incense burner, two short and one long.

Shorter shorter, longer shorter.

The talisman banner swayed, and the coffin was next to Ning Chang'an.

"how so!"

Qi is born from the heart and runs smoothly. There are no taboos to protect the body. Ning Chang'an people are still in the Taoist temple.

Turning around, Ning Chang'an debuted in Taoist temple.

The magnificent ancient city is exactly the same as in the dream, and there is no difference, but this time Ning Chang'an sees more clearly and distant than in the dream. There is a sea above the ancient city.

Hanging upside down in the sea;

Outside the ancient city is a devastated land, with the sky dark and the hanging sea water falling down majestic.

Shake your head fiercely.

The picture within the line of sight is constant.

"Is the Talisman Paper Agreement effective? I have arrived at Tianjun Ancient City, but there are still ten days left before August 15th?"

Turning around, Ning Chang'an enters the Taoist temple.

The talisman has the word "六文" but I can't see it clearly in Ning Chang'an in my dream. I took the banner "六文" when I entered the Taoist temple.

Sixteen characters, "The sky is round and the place is round, and the law is nine chapters. I will write it now, and all the ghosts are hidden."

Unable to understand it, Ning Chang'an first recorded the words and then the runes.

Taking a long breath, Ning Chang'an pressed his hands on the coffin.

"Click, click" the movement of the coffin sounded clearly, opening inch by inch.

The second-level high-level cultivation level has gone to the earth and killed such an ancient monster who has won.

However, fine sweat beads emerged on Ning Chang'an's face when he opened the coffin.

A foot of the coffin can be seen.

A corpse without any energy appeared in Ning Chang'an's sight.

He has handsome facial features, square eyebrows and a white dress.

A absolutely unfamiliar face has nothing to do with anyone Ning Changan has come into contact with and know after traveling through time.

"Strange, what does it mean!"

Ning Changan thought this way, and the man who was lying flat in the coffin without any aura opened his eyes.

He was shocked, and there was no energy, but the person in the coffin opened his eyes.

Three long and two short, disaster!

Two short and one long, disaster!

The subconscious information in Ning Chang'an's knowledge structure subconsciously told Ning Chang'an that Taoist temples are right and wrong, and men in the coffin are not good people.

There are countless examples of turning the coffin and causing a huge wave of blood.

With complete conditioned reflex, Ning Chang'an closed the coffin with a "bang".

The surrounding buildings gradually dissipated, and the heavy rain brought the fragrance of soil to the face.

Ning Chang'an is settled, and there are splashing water on the ground.

The man is on Zhuque Street, and on the right is Ximen Qiushui, and the Dongxie wheelchair is flying one foot away from the ground."

"Did you feel anything just now?" Ning Changan asked.

"No!" Ximen Qiushui, who was carrying a narrow sword, replied briefly.

Looking back a little, looking at the rainy curtain behind him, Ning Chang'an continued to move forward.

There was a sound in the deep mansion, which was more than ten miles apart.

"Dad, do you think Ning Chang'an can find out the truth?"

Facing the mighty Wen Kui shook his head: "It's hard! Where is the imperial city? It's great to avoid the three extraordinary masters in the palace and kill the divine dragon with extraordinary realm ability."

Wen Chaoxi's expression of listening to him became gloating instantly.

"Ning Chang'an, you have today, and the heads will fall to the ground in twenty days."

"Why did Chao'er say this? Your father had the intention of recruiting Ning Chang'an. Ning Chang'an broke the demon insect case, and the chaos in the capital was finally calmed down." Wen Kui asked with great slight and heavy slander.

"Mom!" Wen Chaoxi stepped forward to act coquettishly. Seeing the elegant and luxurious princess, his mind was filled with the scene of Shilipo Chuner smearing her face and changing her face.

Since being Ning Chang'an illusion, as long as you see a woman, Wen Chaoxi will have conditioned reflexes in your consciousness.

"You mom" cursed at the morning and west.

Screams rang out from the heavy rain.

Wen Chaoxi was kicked away by Weng Wenkui, and the "villain" Wen Kui was furious.

Several miles apart from the royal palace, the deep mansion is shrouded in a raincoat in the world.

At noon, the lead clouds pressed down on the top, the heavy rain was like a curtain, and the sight was not good, so the maid lighted the light and left.

The Prime Minister Zhao Shizhong was in a state of mind, holding a porcelain cup and drinking lotus seed porridge in one mouthful.

Behind him were seven or eight officials, including Qiao Songlin, the Minister of Justice, Liu Daiyan, the Shaoqing of Dali Temple, the Minister of Revenue, and the Minister of Works.

The Prime Minister looked calm when he drank porridge. No one could see Zhao Shizhong's inner thoughts, but the more he did this, the more he felt majestic.

Waiting patiently until Zhao Shizhong finished drinking the porridge, Qiao Songlin, the Minister of Justice, asked cautiously, "With the foresight of the Prime Minister, can Ning Chang'an solve the Shenlong case in 20 days?"

Putting the teacup on the rosewood table beside him, Zhao Shizhong got up and walked to the window.

Outside the window, the ground was covered with fallen leaves floating with rain. Zhao Shizhong pondered for a while and said, "On the twenty days, no matter whether Ning Chang'an can solve the case, the dragon will eventually die, right?"

The sound of wind and rain are heard.

Zhao Shizhong seemed to say something to himself, but it was shocking to the officials in the hall.

Qiao Songlin, the Minister of Justice, thoughtful.

"The Prime Minister is right. Regardless of whether Ning Chang'an solves the case or not, the Dragon will eventually die. The Dragon is the destiny of the Holy Emperor. Isn't the Holy Emperor coming to an end? The prince has not yet been established in the palace. The eldest prince can be a martial, the third prince can be a literary, the second prince can be a third prince, and the third prince is not as good as the eldest prince, and there is no chance. Is the Prime Minister's words suggesting something?"
Chapter completed!