In the early morning of the third day, Yi Chenzhai, who had been fainting for two days, finally woke up. When he opened his eyes, he saw the dark morning light that was as dark as the night in late autumn. He moved his arms slightly and felt a little heavy. As soon as he fell, he saw Li Yue's small body huddled in his arms and sleeping peacefully.

The fire the day before yesterday was probably a little harsh, so that Yi Chen chased back to his senses and immediately burned in his bones, like sparks. He slammed his whole body with a breath of breath, and his whole body felt as if he had fallen into a fire pit, and he felt so uncomfortable.

Li Yue twitched gently in his arms, noticed his awakening movement, then stood up, sat beside Yi Chen chasing, and gently stroked his forehead.

She looked at Yi Chen Zhui in surprise and called him softly in a soft voice. Yi Chen Zhui was still a little tired, but she still showed a soft smile to her, and raised her hand to stroke her face, "Are you scared you? I'm fine..."

Yi Chen woke up early, and there were a few sparse stars hanging in the sky like night, so he went to Jun Han's yard.

At this time, Jun Han had not yet gone to court, and was still in the yard under normal circumstances.

But he never expected that today his adoptive father's yard was sealed by a row of armored soldiers. He walked over and was also stopped by Leng Jia.

"What's wrong with my adoptive father?" Yi Chenzhuan felt a little cold.

The soldiers guarding the gate were not open and looked straight, and only raised their arms horizontally to stop Yi Chen from chasing him.

"Chen Zhui," Shu Ling pressed his left hand against the hilt of the sword hanging on his waist, and slowly walked to Yi Chen Zhui, looking at the dizzy sky, "The coldness of the early morning in autumn is no less than that in winter. You still have injuries on your body, so go back and rest for a while."

"Where is the adoptive father?"

Shu Ling lowered his eyes and was silent for a moment, "The Marshal has his own arrangements, so don't worry."

"He was injured?"

"No big deal." Shu Ling adjusted a bit of embarrassing joke and gently patted Yi Chen on the shoulder, "It just happened to let the marshal be lazy. Anyway, there is a legitimate reason, and he can't find any things outside."

Yi Chen's expression of chasing has not changed at all...

Shu Ling's play is indeed very awkward...

"Then I'll go see him..."

Shu Ling pinched him with the convenience of putting his hand on his shoulder and said calmly: "The Marshal has an order, no one should be admitted to the hospital without permission."

This time, Yi Chen Zhui's eyes finally had a glimmer of dispersion. Even if the dark curtain was covered with cage, he could see his face pale.

“Is it serious?”

Shu Ling was silent for a moment, withdrew his hand, thought for a while, and then smiled meaningfully, "Although it's not a big deal, you may have to do some of the things in the General Manager's Mansion during this period."

This means that his adoptive father was indeed seriously injured?

——

Shu Ling went to the Ministry of Justice lukewarm the day before, and threw two cases over easily. He turned around and exploded Situ Cheng to death.

As soon as Lord Shangshu received this case, he did not dare to stop for a moment, and rushed to Haishi quickly.

It happened that people from the Ministry of Works also checked the damage of Xiuling Building in the dark room.

The Ministry of Works banned the dark yard, and the demon genitals carefully transferred the spiritual objects Chen Fang in the Xiuling Building to the chariot camp where the Jinshi Academy had issued the ban spell.

Situ Cheng tried to persuade him, but he barely passed the pass by the guise of official business, and was able to enter the broken Xiuling Building accompanied by the Minister of Works.

The barrier that the marshal temporarily covered the building was still there, and the demons of the Ministry of Works did not dare to remove it, so he only opened a mouth for people to pass through, which just locked the remaining spiritual breath and retained all the traces of the battle. It was really convenient for Situ Cheng to investigate.

Since the demon clan was enrolled ten years ago, the court has successively requisitioned demon clan officials. The Iron Vice President of the Jinshi Academy is one by one, and the Minister of Works is also the Minister.

The magic circle leading to the top floor has been destroyed, so the Ministry of Works had to open the wall in the building.

Once you enter the hole on the top wall, you will see the mess.

Because the things sealed on the top layer are very fierce, the spells donated in this layer are extremely powerful. Normally, it is more than enough to resist the attack of hundreds of demons.

What is more noteworthy is that the person who attacked Xiuling Tower seemed to have opened a scoop on this building with just one blow...

Situ Cheng thought about it secretly and felt aroused in his heart - only the marshal himself could suppress such combat power.

But what was so anxious was that the Marshal was now stabbed and could not even go to the court. The movements about himself were blocked. For the outside world, life and death were really uncertain...

The marshal could not count on him now, so he could only try his best to collect substantial evidence so that he could ask for support from the Tielin Army.

Situ Cheng thought so anxiously that he had touched the direction of the roof of the building where the ladle was opened. Looking down from the wall, almost half of the wall was burned to black.

Situ Cheng put on the gloves of cow leather, stood the half-hunyi steadily under the scorched wall, took the fragments of the forbidden altar placed in the wooden box and put them into the circular concave embedded in the top of the Momyi , pulled down the forbidden axis and took a few steps back.

Just as he waited for Mo Hunyi to find out the rest of his breath, Situ Cheng walked and explored in this chaotic hall again.

All the walls that barely survived were covered with scars on their heads and faces. Judging from the degree of damage, the Ministry of Works will have a lot of trouble next year.

"Can the spells at this level be retained?"

"It's gone. If the marshal hadn't protected him in time, I'd be afraid that the building would have collapsed long ago."

I think so, after all, the people who attacked Xiuling Tower this time seem to be no ordinary person in terms of cultivation.

Situ Cheng wandered around the hall, his eyes glancing around carefully, and finally, with the bright sky light, he caught a glimpse of a clue on the gray ground.

On the still flat ground, there was a stone-like thing lying on it.

Situ Cheng leaned over and picked it up, facing the sunshine, it turned out to be a piece of black finger bone.

The only thing Situ Cheng knows about such distinctive bones is probably the only one from the Eastern Suburbs.

Time is also suitable, and it seems that nothing is worthy of too much doubt.

When it comes to the purpose of the attacker, although he could not guess everything at the moment, he could guess more or less.

After all, the things Chen Fang in this hall belong to the same master as this skeleton.

"Taoxian's Tomb..."

Situ Cheng's thoughts were vaguely leading to a clue, but a sudden sound of a bell burst into the hall, which made the walls echo, making Situ Cheng feel haggard and almost carried it over in one breath.

When I looked back, Mo Hunyi was broken into a pile of scrap iron...

Fried, fried...

——

It is not easy to piece together the bones, especially such a seemingly complete wreckage that was damaged during his lifetime and eroded by evil forces after his death. The joints are vague and broken bones are numerous.

It took him a whole day to barely form the broken bones, but he was frustrated to find that it really lacked some parts.

"well……"

He took off his mask and looked at the strange skeleton with melancholy. He sighed sadly, then stood up and took away the only oil lamp in the dark hall that spitted out the light of the bean star.

Xiao Yuan looked at his every move intentionally or unintentionally in the dark corner. When he saw him get up with the lamp, he also left with a gust of wind.

——

The mansion was in full swing these two days, and although the marshal was running around, it was not necessarily a pleasure to be able to escape.

Yi Chen Zhui's injuries were indeed not light. Although the young man promised that he had an external injury, he did not hurt his roots and bones. The fire he played with almost burned the spiritual veins in his body.

Fortunately, he doesn't seem to be very clear about this.

Yi Chenzhuan needs to change medicine every three hours. The general's mansion has never had the habit of hiring foreign doctors. Although Shu Ling was determined to break the precepts for Yi Chenzhuan, this matter was related to Yi Chenzhuan's secrets, so after thinking about it, he gave up.

Anyway, no one who comes from a general does not know how to heal his wounds. Even if he is not as skilled as a doctor, he still has to be able to handle this, which is not related to life.

"Uncle Ling..." Yi Chen chanted deeply.

"Hmm?" Shu Ling was bandaging him, and seemed to have little time to talk to him.

"Why can't I tell me about my adoptive father?"

"This is the marshal's explanation."

"..." Yi Chen chasing An was silent.

Shu Ling's move was slightly heavier, causing Yi Chen to chase him and gasp.

"You kid should be worried about yourself. Your father is fighting all over the world, east, west, south, and north, and his life is hard, not as fragile as you think."

“…”

Shu Ling put her clothes on him and cleaned up the blood-stained cloth on the table. "The medicine has been changed, so stay in the house and rest now."

Yi Chen chased him without answering him, and just put on his clothes silently.

Shu Ling couldn't say anything, so he had to go out of the house and close the door in silence.

Shu Ling stood under the eaves, looking at the dizzy and turbid sky, and sighed leisurely.

Any heart with flesh and blood is not as hard as iron and stone. This may be a gift from God to the mortal world - as long as there is room for nothing, everything is possible.

In this way, it is not impossible for the iron tree to bloom...

Thinking of this, a faint hope arose in Shu Ling's heart, but after a moment of change of thought, he was extinguished again.

If you look at this from Jun Han's perspective, you might think that Yi Chenzhu is indecisive.

well……

After all, Jun Han is not an ordinary heart.

Shu Ling washed his hands outside the house, walked around the corridor, habitually towards Jun Han's study. When he approached the courtyard gate, he suddenly caught a glimpse of the iron armor surrounding the wall of the courtyard, and then he remembered this incident like he came back to his senses.

It doesn't seem like a way to keep it like this...

I don't know when he will come back.
To be continued...