Yan Li looked at Zhang Mu and Han Fangshan in confusion, and asked in confusion: "Do you tell me why is this? Why are you two laughing at you?"

Zhang Mu and Han Fangshan just laughed but didn't say anything.

The sternness made him even more anxious. After a long time, he shouted: "Stop laughing, talk about it."

Zhang Mu said: "Actually nothing, it's just that His Majesty wants to kill someone."

"Who to kill?" asked sternly and puzzled.

"Whoever has made merits and kills whoever is." Zhang Mu said firmly.

Yan Li suddenly seemed to understand something, his mouth was wide open and he didn't close for a long time.

"I'll be kind, if you guess the wrong way to your Majesty, you'll lose your head!!" said Sternly excitedly.

"You can't be wrong. If you want to blame, you blame Ji'an Hou for being too stupid and didn't understand what Your Majesty meant. He insisted on shouting and jumping to Hangzhou. What do you think? Just a Dusi, but a second-rank official. It's not interesting to kill him. If you want to do it, just do a case of slapping the civil and military officials in the court loudly. Otherwise, why would I get rid of the anger in my heart? " Zhang Mu smiled faintly.

Han Fangshan supported his body hard and said, "That's it. Wang Ming must have been busy destroying evidence these days, and he was already alerting the snake. The things dug out from him were useless. However, Ji'an Hou obviously didn't take us seriously. He might not have any flaws on him. As long as he digs him, he will not worry about not being able to kill Wang Ming."

"Then how can we find evidence from Ji'anhou?" asked sternly.

Zhang Mu smiled and said, "You don't need to worry about this. I naturally have clues here. Don't forget, I have a killer move. There is a saying that, sooner or later, you have to change it. Besides, who will Your Majesty want to kill? Do you need evidence?"

Han Fangshan also asked, "Do you need it?"

Zhang Mu smiled and said, "No need. Two, take a break early."

Speaking of this, Zhang Mu got up and headed towards his room.

Han Fangshan's face gradually returned to his gloomy expression, but he was still in extreme shock and did not react.

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Under the night, a fishing boat floated quietly on the river.

In the middle of the night, the fishing fires on the river were colorful, and a breeze hit, shattering a pond of autumn water.

Han Yuyan was half lying on the fishing boat and half leaning on the collapse of the boat, and she had already recovered her beautiful cheeks that were as beautiful as snow in white and beautiful as the snow. She was neither sad nor happy nor happy, nor in the world.

It’s like a Buddha sitting upright on Lingkong Mountain for ten thousand years.

Her eyes looked faintly at the direction of Hangzhou, although she could no longer see the appearance of Hangzhou. All she could see was an endless eternal night.

However, someone in Hangzhou City took away a ray of her soul, which made her unable to let go.

Apart from this wisp of soul, her heart was already like quicksand and had long been broken.

In front of her, seven or eight people were kneeling.

These seven or eight people were dressed, peddlers and barracks, and all were rich and powerful.

Among them, the one kneeling in front was an old man in clothes covered with patches. He looked in his fifties, with a goatee and a pleat on his face, hiding countless stories.

Although the old man is old, he is not faint.

A strand of white silk was wrapped around his arm. It was fluttering in the breeze, which was particularly conspicuous.

But after a closer look, there were white silk on the boat, no matter men, women, young and old, on the boat, and it was not the only one for the old man.

The people in a boat had as heavy expressions as their dead father.

In fact, someone was indeed in funeral.

The silent river surface was silent, making people feel a little scared.

The old man knelt on the ground, indeed old, and he couldn't kneel and quietly moved his numb legs.

Han Yuyan took a deep breath, and the fog couldn't help but be in the circle of her eyes. She quickly looked up and looked up at the cabin, preventing her tears from falling.

She slowly supported her delicate body, and the old man hurriedly tied the white silk to her arm, and then knelt back to the original place.

Han Yuyan asked in a cold tone: "Did you ever feel pain when your godfather died?"

But when he said this, Han Yuyan couldn't help but want to cry, but now she can't cry. If she cries, they will feel your weakness.

Han Lin'er is gone, a generation of heroes, Han Lin'er is gone.

No matter how awesome a person is, he cannot beat the years.

But after all, the father and daughter are deeply in love, and people are not plants and trees, so how can we not be sad?

However, although Han Lin'er left, she threw the mess of the Ming Cult to her.

Han Yuyan can cry, but the leader of the Ming Cult is a god. Since he is a god, where are the tears coming from?

So, Han Yuyan can't cry.

"If I say the Sect Master, the old leader was very peaceful when he left. There was no pain at all. I just didn't see you, Saint Aunt, and there was a little regret in his tone." The old man hurriedly replied.

"Oh, is the Holy Body of the Leader burning?" Han Yuyan asked again.

"You have burned the master's body and returned to light." The old elder continued.

"What will the leader say?" Han Yuyan asked.

At this time, the old elder took out a gold flame rune from the bag, held it high with his hands, held it over his head, and shouted tremblingly: "The last words of the leader: I ordered the saint Han Yuyan to take over the Ming Cult and officially become the fourth generation leader of the Ming Cult."

Han Yuyan looked at the flame totem quietly. This was the seal of the Ming Cult leader - the Ming Cult Light Seal.

Just like the emperor's jade seal, after obtaining this seal of light, he officially took over the Ming Cult.

"Since it's a command, why are you the only one here?" Han Yuyan asked again.

"This..." the old elder stuttered and was unwilling to speak.

"Is the Ming Cult now in civil turmoil?" Han Yuyan asked again.

For major events such as the leader’s throne, the elders and venerables in the sect should be present to welcome the new leader’s Islam.

Only one elder of Qingmutang came. Han Yuyan knew that something must have happened within the Ming Cult.

Han Liner is old, and there have been people in the Ming Cult these years. They are just afraid of Han Liner's remaining power, so they are all dormant.

Now that Han Lin'er has returned to heaven, the people in the sect naturally dissatisfied and snatched the position of leader. This is a must-have drama.

Han Yuyan also knew that the Ming Cult is already in pieces at this moment.

Otherwise, such a sad scene would not have happened.

"The master's supernatural powers have indeed occurred in the Ming Cult." The old elder hurriedly replied.

"Are you seriously injured?" Han Yuyan asked.

"When my subordinates came out, many of the brothers in the main hall had been killed. The most hateful one was Venerable Sun, who colluded with King Jin and started a massacre of killing us. The brothers in the sect are now like rats crossing the street. The grandsons of the White Lotus Sect took the opportunity to take advantage of the situation. The situation is always not optimistic." The elder smiled bitterly.
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