After the cannon fodder of the Hou Mansion read my voice, he went on a killing spree.

Shen Jingrong has been observing Qiao Niannian since entering the imperial mausoleum. Seeing her look like a country bumpkin who has never seen the world, Shen Jingrong couldn't help but sneer in her heart.

That's it?

However, a few night-bright pearls make peach-blossom eyes, and this kind of behavior is naturally mediocre.

She no longer paid attention to Qiao Niannian, but focused on her surroundings.

If she has the solution to the underground river given by her master, she will definitely be able to solve this crisis.

What they don't know is.

Just after they entered the imperial mausoleum, the emperor had a bronze mirror brought to the palace. The bronze mirror was about a person's height and was placed in front of the emperor, so that the emperor's entire body could be reflected in it.

Li Furui stepped forward to check and found that there was no problem, so he looked at the emperor.

The emperor was also very satisfied with the size of this bronze mirror. He nodded his head lightly, and the chief eunuch understood what the emperor meant.

He stepped forward, dismissed the palace maids and eunuchs who were waiting in the room, closed the doors and windows of the hall, and made sure that nothing was forgotten, then walked to the emperor.

The emperor was already anxious. When he saw Li Furui coming, he hurriedly spoke.

"let's start!"

"Yes."

Li Furui agreed, and then took out a carved ebony box inlaid with gems from the cabinet on one side.

Opening the box, there was a painting talisman inside.

Li Furui carefully picked up the talisman and stuck it on the mirror.

next moment.

A golden light flashed on the mirror.

A familiar picture appeared on the originally empty bronze mirror.

It is exactly the scene in the imperial tomb.

Li Furui looked at His Royal Highness the Crown Prince who appeared in front of him and knelt down to salute.

"Greetings to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince..."

The words fell and there was no response for a long time.

Then, the emperor's ridicule was heard.

"You old thing, the prince is in the imperial mausoleum now, how can he hear your voice? The picture on this mirror is just the picture transmitted back by the painting talisman."

Li Furui sneered: "This scene is too real. I thought the prince really appeared."

After saying that, he got up and stared at the picture on the bronze mirror for a while.

I couldn't help but marvel over and over again: "Your Majesty, this telegraph talisman is really powerful. It can actually transmit the scenes in the imperial mausoleum. It is so lifelike and every move is so clear. It is as if the old slave is accompanying the emperor in the imperial mausoleum. generally."

The emperor nodded, what he said was true. The scene was so realistic that he thought the prince was back just now.

Fortunately, he stabilized himself and was not as rude as Li Furui.

He didn't know that Master Jianzheng had such a method, and he was quite amazed in his heart.

Two people, one was the Ninth Five Emperor and the other was the most trusted eunuch chief beside the emperor. They stared at the mirror and studied for a while before sitting down and looking at the scene in the picture.

In the portrait, a group of people went straight to the depths of the imperial mausoleum, near the underground river.

Originally, the terrain here was relatively high, so even if it was built as an imperial mausoleum, there would be no moisture inside.

But now, as I walked deeper, I could already smell the moist smell of earth, and walking further in, I had already stepped into puddles.

Wang Xuanzhi and others did not go any further, but told a few people about the problem here.

"The underground river comes from south to north, and the water level of the river keeps rising. When I checked a few days ago, it only flooded a corner of the imperial mausoleum. Now, it has flooded three more tombs." From Wang Xuanzhi's It is known from the words that in a few days, the tomb will be flooded more and more, and eventually the entire imperial mausoleum will be submerged by the underground river.

Xia Rongyu also came to the imperial mausoleum for the first time. This problem was more serious than Wang Xuanzhi described.

In the palace, the emperor went to check once before and found that only a corner was flooded. Unexpectedly, the water level rose again in just a few days.

His face suddenly turned ugly.

Further upward, the first thing to be flooded was the tomb of the founding emperor of the Great Xia Dynasty, his ancestor.

This was bigger than flooding his own imperial tomb.

Unfortunately, there was no solution to this matter, so the emperor could only place his hopes on Shen Jingrong.

After all, she is the apprentice of the national master, and the national master has already figured out that there is a problem with the imperial mausoleum, and the national master can probably solve this crisis.

Li Furui usually has the most flattering mouth, but now, he can't even say a word of comfort.

The imperial mausoleum was about to be flooded. The emperor probably didn't like hearing any words of comfort at this time. He simply shut up and followed the emperor to see the people inside.

Wang Xuanzhi gave the emperor the talisman, but he probably forgot it and didn't remind anyone else.

Qiao Niannian walked sideways along the edge of the underground river. After taking just two steps, she realized something was wrong.

She stopped and her eyes fell straight into the depths of the underground river.

There, a small amount of evil energy poured out from the mausoleum next door. The river water in the mausoleum was black. In addition, the distance was relatively far, and there were only a few wisps of evil energy. If Qiao Niannian hadn't looked carefully, she would have missed it.

Is this dark river water filled with evil spirits?

This discovery made him frown.

This person not only wants to destroy the dragon vein, but also wants to destroy the national destiny of the Great Xia Dynasty.

In order to confirm her guess, Qiao Niannian walked north along the edge of the underground river.

There are a total of thirteen mausoleums along this road. There are many mausoleums among the imperial mausoleums. Some mausoleums contain coffins, and most of the mausoleums are empty.

Qiao Niannian looked down and discovered a strange phenomenon.

Some mausoleums have evil spirits, while others do not.

Therefore, this evil spirit is not from the underground river water, but should be present in the tomb itself.

This is trickier.

Compared with the underground river, the evil spirit gathered in this tomb is obviously more difficult to deal with.

Qiao Niannian pinched her fingers. She probably had to use all of the 70% of her newly recovered spiritual power.

Qiao Niannian was just thinking when she noticed that a white figure had appeared beside her. She knew that the person wearing white clothes today, besides Shen Jingrong, was Master Jianzheng's third apprentice, Xu Wenyan.

The two of them met on Sunset Mountain last time.

Xu Wenyan was standing not far away. His master asked him to come over and check the terrain. Xu Wenyan's mind was not on the terrain, but on Qiao Niannian.

In fact, he was not Master's official disciple, he was just taught by Master.

The master said that he had no relationship with him as a disciple. In the future, he would meet his real master, but seeing that he liked metaphysics very much, the master would temporarily teach him the mystical arts on behalf of future masters.

Xu Wenyan's knowledge of metaphysics was average, not as good as Li Yunting and Wei Qingning.

Even the close relationship with Master is not as good as that of Li Yunting and Wei Qingning.

For so many years, he searched hard for his master, but never found him.

When Xu Wenyan subdued the snake demon in Sunset Mountain before, he knew that Qiao Niannian was very powerful, so he thought, let Qiao Niannian help him figure out where his master was?

When will he find his master!

Everyone else has a master, but he does not.

But he was a little confused. If he knew where his future master was, would he go to find him?

But his master didn't even know he existed. He just left. Can his master recognize him?

Just as Xu Wenyan was thinking, someone tapped him on the shoulder.