"Too bad, it was discovered so quickly."

When Qin Jianfu took a candle from the southeast corner and turned back, he couldn't help but secretly say something.

However, what made his mood fall even further was the action of the disfigured old Confucian scholar lowering his head and carefully sniffing the candle.

It turns out that I was prepared for it.

The sword spirit frowned.

It is simply too difficult to tamper with the candles, put some incense and poison, and so on, so that an old monster with extraordinary experience in the Golden Core Realm can be carelessly tricked.

So... Zhao Rong's possible back-up plan is not in this white candle?

The candles are just ordinary candles, not his turnaround point?

Just like the blood circle painted on the ground, it was just an empty city strategy and something that made Qin Jianfu suspicious and distracted?

In the heart lake, the purple-robed sword spirit was confused and anxious.

At this time, it turned its head and looked at the calm heart lake next to it. Most of it was still occupied by the calm and dazzling color.

In addition, there are also some colors of fear, fear, sadness, regret, etc. in the "water of the heart lake", but they are suppressed by the calm color of the "lake water" and do not account for a large proportion.

Suddenly, Gui discovered something was wrong.

At the edge of the heart lake, some lake water symbolizing the wandering consciousness, tired and dormant colors are being restrained by the calm and calm lake water at the edge of the heart lake...

Is he in a daze, or does he want to close his eyes and fall asleep? Is his injury unbearable?

Gui couldn't help but look at the calm one-armed Confucian scholar outside, and immediately restrained himself from speaking.

It suppressed it and concentrated all its attention on the situation outside the ajna chakra...

"Light a candle for yourself so early. Do you want to die so much?"

In the main hall, the disfigured old Confucian scholar stepped into the blood circle, slowly approached the one-armed Confucian scholar sitting in the coffin, and said softly.

At this time, the old man was only seven steps away from the latter, and there was a bloody pattern of a six-pointed star on the ground in the middle.

The bloody six-pointed star surrounded the one-armed scholar and the dragon coffin.

While he was speaking, Qin Jianfu threw half of the candle that was broken into two halves over his shoulder.

He held the gray pipe in one hand and gently twirled the remaining half of the candle with the flame between his two fingers. He took two more steps forward and approached the edge of the last six-pointed star on the ground.

Zhao Rong tried his best to raise his shaky eyelids, raised his hand, and wiped his blood-stained face vigorously.

He continued to look calmly at the old man twisting the candle between his fingers and shook his head.

"It's for that little beast of yours."

The disfigured old Confucian scholar looked dull, and his beloved son and his whole family were scolded, but he didn't seem to be angry.

keep going.

Keep walking.

We are still three steps away from the bloody six-pointed star.

Inside the six-pointed star three steps away from him, the one-armed Confucian scholar touched his face again, lowered his eyes, and spoke softly.

"Speaking of which, being so close to that golden elixir, was that little beast like you at the time? The person who was burned was neither human nor ghost, with no trace of a human being on his body?"

Qin Jianfu looked calm, did not speak, and kept walking as usual.

"Actually, this little beast didn't look like a human being before, so... the disfigurement can be considered plastic surgery." Zhao Rong raised his eyelids and looked at Qin Jianfu's picture, which was full of sarcoma and pimples and even his eyebrows were burned off.

Old face.

He nodded again, "Well, then you don't have to worry about others saying that he doesn't look like his father who is the Prime Minister of Wei. Now he is carved from the same mold, isn't he?"

The one-armed scholar on the dragon coffin chuckled and joked a little.

The disfigured old Confucian scholar stopped.

The toes were only half a step away from the bloody six-pointed star on the ground.

The one-armed Confucian scholar seemed not to notice anything unusual and waved his hand modestly to the old man, "You're welcome."

Qin Jianfu's expression remained unchanged, as usual.

He lowered his head and looked at the last half step under his feet.

Move your eyes upward.

His field of vision touched a blood-dark red line, which was a strange pattern that Qin Jianfu had never seen before.

It's like two triangles, one upright and one upside down, covering each other in opposite directions. It's simple and clear, but... the more you look at it, the more mysterious it becomes.

There are six corners. The upper and lower corners seem to correspond to heaven and earth, yin and yang, and the other four corners...

The old man's eyes condensed, and he continued to move upward slowly, and the huge dragon coffin came into view.

The bloody six-pointed star surrounding it seems to symbolize some kind of protection or seal...

Qin Jianfu moved his eyes away from the leaky dragon coffin, looked left and right at the simple and magnificent hall around him, then returned his gaze, continued to move upward, and finally settled on the face of the one-armed Confucian scholar.

He sat quietly in the dragon coffin.

The eyelids were drooped and the dirty face was calm.

The palm below him was slowly tapping the sword sheath on his knee.

The old Confucian scholar twisted the candle in his hand and stopped outside the bloody six-pointed star, leaving the last half step under his feet.

Not moving forward.

"Why...are you so eager to anger me?"

The disfigured old Confucian scholar stared at the one-armed Confucian scholar's lowered eyes and asked calmly.

"Oh, I forgot."

The one-armed Confucian scholar patted the scabbard's hand lightly, slightly stunned.

"Sorry, I forgot that he seems to be dead. This little beast is not as capable as his father. He can run away with the golden elixir to protect him, so there should be no ashes left after being burned, right?"

Qin Jianfu looked at Zhao Rong, his body hunched motionless.

The half candle that was gently twisted between the two fingers of his right hand now only had a small cotton wick and a candle flame left, and paraffin powder had been scattered all over the ground at some point.

The one-armed Confucian scholar turned a blind eye to all this.

He tapped the scabbard rhythmically with his index finger, leaning back slightly, sitting crookedly on the dragon coffin, looking down at the disfigured old Confucian scholar.

"Speaking of which, as a father, you were only looking out for yourself and running away, leaving your son behind?"

The disfigured old Confucian scholar 'twisted' the candle between his two fingers, and the candle flame danced silently, like a fiery snake sticking out its tongue and licking the pads of his fingers.

Qin Jianfu looked forward and turned a deaf ear to this. The orange light emitted by the flames burning his fingertips covered the right side of his face, as if he was wearing a dull yellow mask.

The old man looked at the young man calmly.

"What? Your Excellency finally knows that there will be a day when you can't protect him?"

Zhao Rong held up his drooping eyelids, tilted his head and asked with a chuckle.

After finishing his words, he turned sideways and spat out a mouthful of blood on the ground.

Is this a mouthful of blood on the tip of his tongue? Zhao Rong raised his hand to grab the scabbard and wiped the back of his hand vigorously, but he couldn't suppress the curled corners of his mouth.

He is laughing.

Half a step away from the line of the bloody six-pointed star, Qin Jianfu closed his eyes with trembling lips and raised his head slightly.

"You...are you so...wanting to anger me..."

The old man murmured on his lips and took a deep breath.

The one-armed Confucian scholar covered his belly and laughed heartily, "Hahaha, come here, you old beast. You are so scared that you are paranoid even half a step. How can you still want to kill me with your little achievements?"

The disfigured old Confucian scholar raised his right foot, but under someone's encouraging and expectant gaze, his right foot slowly settled in the air.

His feet were suspended above the edge of the bloody six-pointed star.

It has been a long time since I fell into the six-pointed star.

The air in the hall became silent for a few breaths more.

Then, the one-armed Confucian scholar seemed to have seen the biggest joke of the day.

"Hahaha cough cough cough... hahaha..."

He began to laugh wildly, and coughed violently while laughing. After coughing, he continued to laugh, and it seemed that he would never stop laughing.

The majestic hall echoed with Zhao Rong's joyful laughter.

Qin Jianfu didn't look at him. He lowered his head quietly and stared at his right foot hanging in the air.

The old man recalled for no reason the self-destructive golden elixir that Aiko, who had just recovered, grabbed out of curiosity from under the quilt in the ward of Liangjing and Qin Mansion in the Great Wei Dynasty.

It was the scheming handiwork of the laughing Confucian scholar in front of me.

Qin Jianfu's two fingers twisting the flame trembled, and the candle flame suddenly swayed violently.
To be continued...