Under the moonlight, the figures rise and fall.

Liu Qingshan was rushing to the palace when he suddenly felt like there was one more person behind him. Without waiting for him to inspire the talisman to retaliate, the greeting was completely unaffected by the wind when jumping at high speed, and was transmitted smoothly.

"Master, long time no see you."

The old Taoist priest stopped on the roof and turned to see: "It turned out to be you."

The dark blue soft robe sleeves danced in the wind. Fang Yunhan fell down, stepped on the tiles lightly, and asked with a smile: "When traveling under the moon, why is it so urgent?"

Liu Qingshan looked heavy and said anxiously, "What happened in the palace is probably the emperor in danger."

"Oh?" Fang Yunhan frowned and the smile on his face disappeared.

The emperor had just negotiated something with him during the day and was in danger at night. Although it might be a coincidence, he still thought about it more.

Liu Qingshan also had no intention of staying for a long time, and bowed and said, "I will talk to you if I have time, so I will take a step first."

The old Taoist priest wanted to jump with the power of the talisman again, but suddenly a hand fell on his shoulder. Then, his whole body seemed to be lifted up by a surging and soft cloud, and flew away in the air.

"You're too slow, I'll send you a ride."

When the first two words of this sentence came into your ears, Liu Qingshan found that the roof under his feet suddenly became a blurred afterimage.

Bang!

A powerful airflow came to my face, and was lined up three inches in front of me by an invisible force. There was only the whistling sound in my ears and the eaves of the palace city that were approaching rapidly in my eyes, showing how amazing they had reached now.

When passing by a house, Liu Qingshan noticed that the speed was slowing down. His wide robe and big sleeves were moving forward along inertia, and his right shoulder was held by the hand that was moving forward quickly just now. As his body rotated, the old Taoist priest looked back.

Fang Yunhan held the old Taoist with his left hand and grabbed his right hand with his right hand.

A rapid trembling sound came from the room below, and a blue light broke out and fell into his hands.

Before the old Taoist priest could see clearly what the blue light was, they had already flew towards the palace again.

The palace was very vigilant. Although at their current speed, ordinary soldiers could not detect it at all, there were still the palace dragon guards hidden in the dark.

Liu Qingshan didn't want to cause too much commotion, and when he was about to cross the palace wall, he threw out a talisman from the whisk hair.

The complex pattern of the invisibility talisman lit up slightly in the air, and the figures of the two completely disappeared under the moonlight.

The guards patrolling the palace suddenly heard a strong wind whistling and passed over their heads.

Several guards looked at each other. The most agile one was leveraging the force on the shoulders and hands of the other people. They levered the walls on their bodies and looked around. The eyes were exhausted, and the lights of the sleeping halls in the distance and the quiet houses outside the palace were all included in their sight, but they found nothing.

In the bedroom, the queen put on her own clothes, stood in front of the bed, staring at the emperor with sorrow.

Xiahou Bubang's face was as solemn as iron, holding Feng Jincang with one hand, staring at a new wound on Feng Jincang's neck.

There may be other explanations for the wound behind Emperor Qi, but the wound on his neck just now was tearing apart and blooming a little in front of Xiahou's eyes.

This is by no means a warrior, and it can only remind people of the legendary witchcraft and hate victory.

If the second wound is a little deeper, it may cause heavy bleeding, which is more dangerous than the injury behind it. No one can say whether it will be a completely irreversible death when the third wound appears.

Suddenly, Xiahou's eyes flashed and he turned his head to look at the window of the bedroom.

The bedroom is not small in size, and the location where Xiahou is now standing is quite a distance from the window, but he seems to have arrived at the moment, and he is at the front of the window with his legs slightly bent, his left hand is brushed down, and his right hand pushes the window with his palm.

When this palm was pushed out, Xiahou made a series of explosions, not the sound of ordinary people's bones rubbing, but like iron piles colliding step by step along fixed tracks.

boom!

The nine-foot-long windows are almost the size of a wall in the bedroom of an ordinary small family, and they burst into pieces.

The fragments shot outwards, and the palms mixed in the storm of the fragments were exerted a second time, rippling from the palm to the five fingers, a halo like a full moon rippling.

The palm that Xiahou Bubunnong used the Bayin Dongshan Fist, which he had practiced since childhood, in his moves, but the power that changed the color of his palms and emitted bright light was not a simple muscle and bone boxing technique, but the golden toad swallowing moon true energy that he had refined day and night in recent months.

"The Golden Toad Swallows the Moon" was originally the daughter of Lin Ruhai, a doctor of Lantai Temple and the salt inspector, who obtained it in his dream. Because the girl was weak and unable to get started, she told her father about the strangeness in her dream. Shortly after Lin Ruhai learned about it, she dedicated this martial arts to the emperor.

All court officials knew that Emperor Qi praised Lin Ruhai for this matter and specially sent several imperial physicians from the Imperial Hospital to treat the precious source of mutated organisms, so that the Lin father and daughter must be well maintained.

This practice is not only deliberately promoting the loyalty of the court officials who have obtained the Dharma in their dreams, but also because the value of this martial art is really extraordinary.

Under the illumination of the moonlight, the two invisible people who had just arrived outside the window were immediately destroyed and appeared from the air.

The intruders greeted each other with their palms.

In the palace, the queen realized that Xiahou was no longer in front of the bed. She was about to turn her head to look when she suddenly heard a loud thunder rolling down, and the entire palace seemed to have shaken slightly.

Emperor Qi's body shook, tilted out of the bed, and was hurriedly supported by the queen.

Dongdongdongdongdongdong!

Xiahou's momentum was like a storm reversed, and he quickly and incoherently retreated three steps. Each foot shook a large piece of crack on the ground, and the black-bottomed leather boots of special materials showed signs of cracking.

He could not hide his shock in his eyes. He looked at Fang Yunhan, who was easelessly holding his palms outside the damaged wall and never retreated a little, and said, "Why are you?!"

"I've been misunderstood, misunderstood. We just came here, we're definitely not assassins."

Liu Qingshan quickly shook his hand and explained a few words, his eyes rolling around, and his surprise was beyond words.

This old Taoist priest was the most surprised. He never thought that Xiahou's perception was so sensitive that he could detect traces hidden by the invisible talisman order when he was still in the palace.

Second, I never thought that these two local martial artists clearly didn't seem to have broken through to the level of the life and death entrance in the exploration of talismans, but the fierce will contained in the fight almost suppressed his soul and mind power and hurt himself.

Xiahou is worthy of being the leader of the Dragon Guard. In the blink of an eye, he calmed down and waved his hand to stop the guards surrounding him and said, "Sorry, I was nervous just now and overreacted. Since the Taoist priest is here, come and see Your Majesty's injuries."

The wall where the window originally had the window was not only broken, but also half of the wall below the window sill was also affected when the two palms just now, scattered like sand.

Liu Qingshan stepped directly through the big hole in the wall and walked into the palace. When he arrived at the emperor, the old Taoist priest twisted the whisk with his left hand, and the emerald green silk threads were softly placed on the emperor's shoulders. He then pinched his fingers in front of his chest, and muttered something in his mouth.

Fang Yunhan also walked into the hall.

Liu Qingshan once showed his magical powers in the palace, and the queen had met him, but she was completely unfamiliar with Yun Han.

Seeing the strange boy walking in, he was holding a long sword in his hand. The queen held Feng Jincang's palm and unconsciously clenched the emperor's clothes.

Xiahou stepped back calmly, as if he was making room for the old Taoist priests to make the activity space open, but in fact, it was to broaden his horizons and bring all the old and young who had just arrived here to the eyes.

Xiahou could not fully trust these two people, but the emperor's situation is really critical now and he can't take care of too much.

"This symptom..." Liu Qingshan showed a embarrassed look on his face. He first took a talisman from his arms, put it on the emperor's forehead, turned around and said, "The situation encountered by His Majesty is not a general curse method, but someone is doing it, walking in a dream and assassinating his dream."

"Assassination in a dream?"

Such a strange thing fell into the ears of everyone around, but only the queen let out a low voice.

Fang Yunhan and Xiahou were not moved.

Liu Qingshan continued, "The method of assassination in dreams is usually only used by those with advanced Taoism, but Your Majesty does not have enough cultivation to protect the body. If you are such a master, you are afraid that the matter will be finished long ago. Another possibility is beginners who can practice the best wonderful methods."

Fang Yunhan said bluntly: "How to crack it?"

"Because I am a beginner, my breath is no different from that of ordinary people, I find it difficult to catch clues, so I can only try to use the method of dreaming."

Liu Qingshan's face was even more worried and said, "But the method of dreaming that I have learned, with my current cultivation level, can only help others enter dreams. Those who enter the dream will also bear great pressure on their minds."

Xiahou said recklessly: "I'll do it."

Rescuing the emperor was originally Xiahou's duty, and there was nothing to hesitate. However, Liu Qingshan said: "There is only one chance to enter a dream, and only one person can do it. It is better to choose something unique in mind and spiritual cultivation."

He looked at Fang Yunhan, "I remember that when President Fang was in the north, in addition to the crazy and condensed sword and fist intention, when he was exerted to the limit, he had a sense of alternation between the old and the original meaning of the empty flower."

As soon as this statement came out, Xiahou and the queen also looked at Fang Yunhan.

"I can."

Fang Yunhan thought for a moment, then took a step forward, turned the Ling Shuangxin Sword in his hand, and placed the hilt in his hand in the emperor's hand, saying, "Help him hold it tightly, this sword can keep life just in case."

Upon hearing this, the queen hurriedly wrapped one of the emperor's hands with both hands and held the Lingshuang sword tightly.

Liu Qingshan saw the sword that emitted a slightly blue fluorescent light and praised: "This sword is very spiritual, between the magic weapon and the weapons of warriors. With this sword guarding, plus my talisman, at least Your Majesty's injuries will not be aggravated."

Xiahou said to Fang Yunhan: "Thank you."

Fang Yunhan nodded casually and turned behind him. He saw that there were several sets of tables, chairs and counters in the corner of the bedroom, where he dressed, so he raised his hand to take a chair over, sat down and said, "Start dreaming."

"You catch this talisman."

Liu Qingshan searched through his sleeve for a while, pulled out a pattern with a darker color than an ordinary talisman, and handed it to Fang Yunhan, and told him, "You can slow down a little later. The emperor's dream cannot bear all your mind in an anxious manner. You must slowly get into it."

After Fang Yunhan nodded, Liu Qingshan closed his eyes, his lips opened and closed but could not hear the sound. After a moment, he shook the whisk in his hand, and with his eyes closed, he accurately swept the talisman paper from Fang Yunhan's hand, pressed it on the emperor's heart, and drew a pattern on the emperor's chest.

Fang Yunhan's eyelids gradually became heavier.

He had a curious mind about falling into a dream, but only when he really experienced it, he felt that the process was really not good.

It’s like when I was extremely sleepy, I felt a piece of iron pressing into my mind, pulling all the perceptual sinkings away from my current body.

And at the end of the fall, a door was opened, or like a vortex, allowing his consciousness to pass through and fall into another situation.

Thinking of Liu Qingshan's instructions just now, Fang Yunhan's spirit was slightly awake, the character "Shan" was circulating, and his spiritual power turned around, controlling the speed of his fall.

Outside, Liu Qingshan, who had been closing his eyes, opened his eyes in surprise.

Seeing that his expression was wrong on his face, Xiahou asked quickly: "Is there something wrong?"

"No, it was unexpectedly successful."

Liu Qingshan took back his whisk, with a little bit of envy in his tone, "His mental power has become much clearer and more free than when I noticed it last time. The original obscure feeling of being strong and self-fighted completely disappeared, as clear as water, as always as a mountain."

The old Taoist priest stopped speaking and finally sighed, "The dream channel built by me has been completely taken over by him."
To be continued...