"Today is the tenth day!" Ding Zhuo's face turned livid with anger.
Cai Zhao opened his mouth wide, and it took him a while to remember that he was truly apologetic at that moment, and he said repeatedly: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Fourth Brother, I, I, I... or let's just... Looking for a place to compete?"
Chang Ning sneered, "Young Master Ding, don't be angry. Junior Sister Cai has been busy with Mr. Song these past two days, so she naturally didn't remember her appointment with Young Master Ding." After saying that, he glared at Cai Zhao bitterly.
Cai Zhao shrank his neck.
Song Yuzhi was displeased: "Brother Chang doesn't have to speak so harshly."
"Okay, let me tell you something else - a man who is engaged should behave more prudently than ordinary people. Don't think that there is nothing wrong with just half-assuming someone. Any man who doesn't refuse a woman other than his fiancée is just a fool!"
"The engagement is the intention of the elders. If it is really not suitable, it is better to end it as soon as possible. Why bother to mislead others and yourself." Song Yuzhi couldn't bear it anymore. This was what he had hidden in his heart for a long time.
Qi Lingbo didn't understand, so he bit his lip and cried.
"Haha, if you follow Mr. Song's words, if you don't find it suitable for you after getting married, you can end it at any time?" Chang Ning pulled Cai Zhao up, "Look, the Song family is indeed full of romantic people. What if? If it were me, as long as we were committed to love, we would stay together until death, and our ashes should be poured into a box!"
Cai Zhao was shocked, frightened and dumbfounded. What did it have to do with her to end things early or dump an urn? Her fiancé's surname was Zhou, neither Song nor Chang.
"Ah, this, haha, it turns out that the Chang family likes cremation. Luoying Valley has always been burial..." She could only apologize.
A few of the most prominent arrogant men in the sect were quarreling without regard for face. Some were angry, some were jealous, and some were full of jokes. The surrounding disciples watched the show with gusto, whispering to each other, jokingly placing bets, and having a great time.
Many, many years later, as they aged, they recalled that this was actually the last happy time of their carefree youth.
…
In the distance, a deep low cry came, distant and low, like the cry of an underground demon.
Everyone was stunned.
Song Yuzhi was the first to react and his face changed drastically: "This is the warning horn sound!"
Fan Xingjia turned his head and listened carefully, and said in a loss of voice: "Three longs and two shorts, no matter what, there is a foreign enemy attacking the sect!"
"What!" Cai Zhao was startled, "Didn't it mean that thousands of rivers and thousands of mountains and cliffs are as solid as gold and impenetrable, and no one can break into it?"
Chang Ning lowered his eyebrows and looked calm: "There is no truly unbreakable city in the world."
Cai Zhao was not the only one to think so, the other disciples could not help but panic. Ever since they entered the sect, they had firmly believed like Cai Zhao that there would never be an invasion by foreign enemies across thousands of rivers and mountains.
Song Yuzhi looked up and saw that six of Qi Yunke's seven direct disciples were arguing here. He knew the situation was not good and shouted loudly: "Disciples, listen to my order. We should form a sword formation in groups of seven! "
He was already the most prestigious among his disciples. Now he ascended to the top and shouted, and everyone listened.
"Fourth Junior Brother, you lead two groups of people to warn each residence along the way, and ask the servants and servants to hide in the back mountain. Then rush to the outer gate to help Uncle Li, especially there are many young juniors and sisters who have just entered the Chilin Gate. We must protect their lives!"
Ding Zhuo hugged his fist neatly, turned around and left.
"Fifth Junior Brother, you lead two groups to Yaolu, and be sure to protect Master Lei. If you can't resist, don't worry about Yaolu, and immediately retreat to Shan'ao Hot Spring Pass. There are formations there to protect you!"
Fan Xingjia gritted his teeth and accepted the order, held his chest high and left.
"Second Senior Brother, you..." Song Yuzhi saw Dai Fengchi, who was still injured, "You and Junior Sister Lingbo will lead a group of people to Shuanglian Huachi Palace and protect Senior Sister as they retreat to Shan'ao Hot Spring Pass."
Dai Fengchi struggled to respond, and Qi Lingbo trembled with fear.
The sound of horns in the distance came louder and louder, as if an evil ghost was urging them to die. The disciples who had formed a sword formation were restless, and a sense of urgency that was driving people crazy came silently.
Song Yuzhi said loudly: "The rest of you will follow me to Muwei Palace. Master, senior brother and the sect's classics are all there!"
All the disciples shouted in unison to take orders.
Qi Lingbo was full of tears and opened his mouth several times without saying anything. Finally, he was pulled away by Dai Fengchi.
Everyone knows that the most dangerous one must be Muwei Palace.
Song Yuzhi inserted the long sword he had used for practice on the ground, turned around and took out two swords carved with ancient patterns and gold and jade from the weapons rack beside the martial arts arena. One was named Qinghong. The sharp edge on the sword almost penetrated the sheath. Come out, one handle is called Baihong, elegant and calm, killing thousands of miles without leaving any trace.
This was a famous weapon that Yin Dai tried his best to prepare for his two young daughters, but unfortunately neither of them used it.
Now it has been passed to Song Yuzhi.
Song Yuzhi tied Baihong on his back and handed Qinghong to Cai Zhao: "I'm here to defend you."
Cai Zhao shook her head and smiled: "Third Senior Brother, please don't show mercy at this time." She pulled out the long sword that Song Yuzhi had inserted into the ground just now, held it flat in front of her, raised the edge and flicked it, and the sword made a soft buzzing sound.
She said, "This is also a good sword. Senior brother should use the weapons he has." She just doesn't like to use things from the Yin family.
Song Yuzhi no longer persisted.
Cai Zhao held the sword behind his back and put it against his arm, and looked at Chang Ning with Song Yuzhi.
Chang Ning smiled slightly and grabbed the void with his right hand. A long sword on the weapon rack was snapped out of its sheath and fell straight into his hand.
"In this way, self-defense is enough." He gently turned the edge of the sword, "Young Master Song does not need to assign tasks to me. I will adapt to the situation. The sect is kind to me. I just kill every thief I see."
Song Yuzhi looked at Cai Zhao and stopped talking.
Cai Zhao understood and volunteered: "Third Senior Brother, I will go to Muwei Palace with you."
Chang Ning pulled her to his side and said to Song Yuzhi: "Let her follow me. She hasn't had any blood on her hands yet."
Song Yuzhi nodded, and after mentioning Qinghong, he glanced at Cai Zhao and whispered, "Junior sister, be careful." Then he led the remaining disciples and walked away quickly.
Cai Zhao wanted to follow, but was held back by Chang Ning.
She said in a low voice: "I know that I have no experience in facing enemies, but I can't just sit idly by."
Chang Ning looked indifferent: "Who asked you to sit back and watch, but you have to go somewhere first."
"where?"
"Thousands of rivers and thousands of cliffs."
Chapter 29
Cai Zhao was pulled by Chang Ning and ran straight towards the cliff.
She couldn't help but ask: "Why are you going there?" If an enemy attacked, they would either go to the gathering place to kill people, or go to the key places to cause trouble. She didn't understand why she went to the thousands of rivers and mountains and cliffs.
Chang Ning strode forward, his clothes fluttering: "You said it yourself, the Qingque Sect is impregnable. In the past two hundred years, no one has attacked thousands of mountains and rivers - where did these foreign enemies come from?"
Cai Zhao: "Oh, I want to save people."
Chang Ning looked calm: "People are bound to die. Let's find out the reason quickly, otherwise there will be endless troubles."
Cai Zhao couldn't help but feel horrified when he said in an understatement, "People must die." He couldn't help but mutter, "Can't we check it later."
Chang Ning suddenly stopped and stared at the girl: "I think Muwei Palace is more important - even though there are Sect Master Qi and a group of masters there as well as the Third Young Master Song leading his disciples to rush to the rescue, in order to prevent Sister Zhaozhao's sweetheart from getting bruised Since the mountain breeze has infected me with the cold, I might as well accompany Sister Zhaozhao to hurry over there. The beauty saves the hero became a popular story for a while. Anyway, the six sects of Beichen are related to each other, and it’s almost the same whether they marry someone with the surname Zhou or Song. I will change the marriage later. Then Sister Zhaozhao will get her wish..."
"Brother Chang Shi is right at all. Master is very skilled in martial arts and each of the juniors has his or her own abilities. Besides, the arrangements made by the third senior brother Shicai are very good. I think there will be no serious problems. If we don't find out the reason for the foreign invasion, there will be endless troubles." Cai Zhao denied it. The flowing clouds and flowing water.
Chang Ning squinted and snorted coldly.
As soon as the two of them ran away from the martial arts arena and reached the middle gate, the strong smell of blood hit their faces.
There were more than ten corpses scattered on the ground, three or four of them were obviously not members of the sect. They were dressed in gray clothes, with their heads wrapped in long scarves, and their faces were covered with a strange and ferocious oil paint mask.
Cai Zhao didn't understand, but Chang Ning immediately said: "He is a good person from the Demon Sect. He is dressed as a member of the Tiangang Disha camp, but I don't know which group he belongs to. Humph, Nie Zhe has been hiding evil and evil for many years, and he doesn't know if he is attacking now. What kind of stuff are they?”
The two of them did not dare to stop. Along the way, they encountered several groups of disciples from the sect fighting with the men in gray. Chang Ning stepped forward and struck each with a sword. The sword was powerful and the moves were ruthless and accurate. One time, three men in gray robes rushed forward, and he swiped his sword across them, instantly suffocating them.
Cai Zhao lifted the long sword and returned it to his arm, without any chance to use it.
One of the leaders, a man in gray clothes, saw that Chang Ning's face was covered with sores and his face could not be recognized. However, he had deep internal skills and fierce moves. He immediately asked: "The moves you used are not from the Beichen Six Sect. May I ask who you are?"
"Nothing deserves to be asked my name!"
Chang Ning laughed loudly, and casually brought a broken knife to the ground. Holding the sword in his left hand, he threw the knife upwards with his right hand. When it fell, he flicked his fingers on the surface of the knife, causing the Ghost Head Knife to shatter instantly. He waved his long sleeves, and dozens of sharp blades were fired at the man in gray!
The man in gray saw the sharp blades flying from the sky, and swung the Thunder God Block in his hand to make it airtight. Still unable to resist, he was pierced into a sieve, and he bled to death.
This series of movements were neat, smooth, vigorous and sophisticated, and all the disciples cheered in unison.
The two continued to move forward and passed a pavilion. They found many corpses scattered inside and outside. They seemed to have been killed unexpectedly. There was also a sect disciple covered in blood lying on the stone pier, making a hoarse sound. A cry for help.
The cry was strange and seemed to come directly from the trachea.
Without thinking much, Cai Zhao jumped into the pavilion and found that the entire ground seemed to be soaked in blood, and the blood had already condensed. She pulled the disciple over to take a look and almost screamed in fright!
The disciple was only seventeen or eighteen years old, but his entire chin was cut off from his lower lip, and half of his face below his upper lip was gone, forming an arc-shaped incision, but his throat and neck were kept intact. That's why he made that hoarse cry.
Cai Zhao lowered his eyes and suppressed trembling all over - this disciple's hands and feet were cut off, no wonder he couldn't crawl.
Cai Zhao had never seen such a horrific situation at close range. He staggered back two steps and hit something with his heel. When he turned around, he saw a little maid in pink clothes who was dead in a terrible state. Her delicate lower face had been shaved off. After it was gone, the wound had the same arc shape.
She was shocked: "This is not Senior Sister Lingbo's..." This maid was the one she had found out to give Qi Lingbo the news. She probably heard the warning horn while chasing Qi Lingbo and was killed because she was unable to escape.
Chang Ning also saw the corpse, but he still stood motionless outside the pavilion, secretly holding a broken blade in his hand.
In addition to the young disciple and the maid in pink, Cai Zhao found two more corpses with the same jaws cut off. A gust of cold wind blew by, and she felt that the hair on her hair was about to stand up.
Before she could turn around to greet Chang Ning, four men in gray clothes with oil paint masks suddenly appeared from behind the rockery next to the pavilion.
The martial arts of these four people were obviously better than those of the previous groups of men in gray. Not only were they extremely fast, but they were also experienced. When they saw that there was only one young girl in the pavilion, one of them threw themselves at the pavilion, while the other three rushed towards Chang Ning.
The three men came with fierce force, but Chang Ning was not afraid. He struck the sword quickly with his left hand and his right palm, each going back and forth in a moment.
The man who threw himself at the pavilion was tall and tall, and his eyes exposed outside the mask gave off a turbid aura of ferocity and excitement. He held the sun and moon wheels in his hands, with blood still dripping from the wheel blades, "What a beautiful little lady, you came just in time, this one is of no use, I will repair your face, quack quack..."
Chang Ning was shocked when he saw this, and wanted to rush to the pavilion to rescue him, but was entangled by three people again.
Cai Zhao stared at the tiny pieces of bone and flesh attached to the pair of wheel blades, and she finally understood what weapon had injured the young disciple, the maidservant, and others like that.
At the same time, she also understood that these four people were here specifically to intercept and kill the disciples of the sect - leaving one alive and mutilating him into speechless language, in order to lure the masters of the sect to come to the rescue.
The big man in gray clothes smiled strangely and rushed toward him.
Cai Zhao stepped forward with his sword, only to hear a harsh sound as the weapons clashed - the big man in gray clothes felt severe pain in his left hand, and the moon wheel fell out of his hand. He staggered back a few steps, covering his right arm, and blood flowed out from between his fingers. .
The big man in gray clothes was shocked, "Who are you!"
Cai Zhao drew his sword very quickly. In an instant, the tip of the sword tilted upwards, passed through the handle of the sun wheel, and then slashed downwards in an arc.
The big man in gray felt a sharp pain. His right arm was cut off by a sword, and blood spurted out from the wound.
"Luoying Valley, Cai Zhao." The girl's face was as dark as water.
The big man in gray had a trembling voice: "Who are you from Cai Pingshu!"
"A despicable villain is not worthy of mentioning her name." Cai Zhao stepped forward with his sword and struck the sun four times from left to right as fast as the flutter of butterfly wings. With the last swing of his flat sword, the big man in gray clothes The head actually flew straight out.
