Before Cai Zhao went out last night, he asked her one last question - "Ordinary little girls are willing to wait for their elders to take care of these difficult things. Why don't you want to wait?"
The girl pressed her hands on the door bolt and turned around with a smile: "Wait? Wait until when? Wait for your father to arrive in a few months, and then everyone starts arguing. The impostor still refuses to admit it. Do you dare to give him a severe punishment?"
"After waiting a few months or less, Uncle Zhou also arrived. After some arguing, the two elders finally reached an agreement with Uncle Li and others to interrogate the impostor strictly. Then, the impostor indeed knew nothing."
"More than a month has passed like this, and my father and master are still missing - knowing this, do I still have to wait?"
Song Yuzhi found it difficult to answer because he knew that what the girl said was the most likely outcome in the future.
"In life, she will always encounter some extremely unlucky situations. She will find that she cannot rely on her father and brother, her elders, and her best friends. The mountains that support her will fall, and the sea that she relies on will wither. So what can be done? She can only rely on her. You're on your own." The girl opened the door forcefully, and the cold wind poured into the house fiercely.
Then, she left without looking back.
Fierce fighting broke out on thousands of rivers and cliffs. The men in gray tried their best to stop Cai Zhao, but Cai Zhao went on a killing spree.
When Song Yuzhi's eyes caught her, she had already touched one of the chain boxes and opened the transmitter and loose chain mechanisms one after the other.
With the sound of the huge iron chain being fired, a straight silver chain flew out from Cai Zhao's left hand and wrapped tightly around the head of the chain.
Everyone on the edge of the cliff could only watch her leap into the air, and with the powerful force of the mechanical laser, she flew leisurely to the other side. Behind her was the rising sun, and the golden-red light dispersed. The emptiness and furtiveness of the night.
Its daybreak.
Fake Qi Yunke was still roaring: "Hurry up and catch up!"
As a result, everyone discovered that except for the iron cable Cai Zhao was using, the other six mechanisms in the chain box were all damaged and could not be launched.
As a heavy clang of iron chains came from the other side, everyone knew that Cai Zhao had reached the other side.
The end of the iron chain had disconnected itself and hung down softly. You need to wait for the disciples on the other side to slowly retrieve the entire chain through the lock on the other side, and then transport it back.
The short aquiline nose was dumbfounded: "Am I even unable to get off?"
"Of course it can be repaired. Even if it can't be repaired, there are new mechanisms that can be replaced." Li Wenxun looked at him like he was an idiot. There was no way to prevent such an accident, and the Qingque Sect had long been trapped to death.
The short aquiline nose became energetic: "How long will it take?"
"It takes two hours to repair, one and a half hours to replace, and then let it sit for half an hour before use."
Short aquiline nose:…
Mad, is there any difference?
Two hours later, Cai Zhao had already escaped from Qingque Town. She could go anywhere in the southeast, northwest, not to mention she still had Young Master Qian in her hands. No matter what she wanted, she would not be able to find them anywhere!
"Why didn't you send someone to cut off the seven iron ropes when Miss Cai was fighting just now? Then it would be over once and for all." Pang Xiongxin was puzzled.
Li Wenxun said expressionlessly: "Because no one thought that Zhao Zhao could fight all the way out." They all thought that she would be blocked on the road, and she couldn't even touch the edge of the cliff.
Pang Xiongxin almost burst into laughter, but everyone in the Qingque Sect looked unhappy. The man in gray was gloomy and the sect disciples were full of doubts - after all, they couldn't even figure out whether their sect leader was real or fake. That was true. It's quite miserable.
Pang Xiongxin suddenly felt that Guangtianmen was quite good. At least Song Shijun must have been real before he went out, because he drank the wine in Cuihong Tower. The master of his own house, the madam on the left and the oiran on the other, had been playing the same tune for decades, which was unparalleled in the world. semicolon.
When the flying pigeon letter from the Third Young Master arrives today, Song Shijun will know about the Thousand Faces Sect and the Chaotic Needle. If he is on guard, he will not be replaced, Immeasurable Life Buddha!
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After arriving at Fengyunding, Cai Zhao friendly kicked over several patrolling disciples who tried to stop her, and then went all the way down the mountain to a col halfway up the mountain.
This mountain col is quite flat and cannot be noticed by ordinary people because it is blocked by a row of dense pine trees.
The drizzle came again, and these seven or eight swill trucks were parked neatly in the open space.
At the end of every night, the Qingque Sect's miscellaneous management committee will lead people to collect the swill from various kitchens, and send the swill cart to Fengyunding through the last normally opened iron cable of the day, and Fengyunding disciples will push the swill cart. To the mountain col halfway up the mountain.
When it gets light the next day, the swill collectors in the town will push the empty swill carts halfway up the mountain and push away the filled swill carts, leaving behind the cleaned and empty swill carts.
Day after day, every day.
At this time, the swill collector from the town had not yet arrived.
Cai Zhao braved the drizzle and walked straight to one of the sewage carts she had marked. He opened one of the barrels and found lying huddled inside the young master Qian that the man in gray could not find.
After unlocking the acupuncture points, Mr. Qian woke up leisurely, looked around, and found that he had stayed in the swill bucket all night, and almost fainted with a scream.
"Just leave if you have nothing to do. They will come down the mountain to hunt us down in two hours. The farther we go, the better." The girl, whose body was covered with traces of fighting, also had a strong bloody murderous aura in her words.
Mr. Qian didn't dare to yell, so he climbed down from the swill cart and followed her obediently.
"Are you really going to the Snowy Mountains? There are no people there and no traces of birds or animals!"
"To be honest, I have an old cough. In fact, I can just tell you what the Snow Lindramon looks like, so I don't have to go."
"It's really not a place for people to go there. All kinds of wild beasts want to eat people. A little girl like you can't survive it!"
Cai Zhao turned his head fiercely and struck Master Qian with a palm in the air.
Mr. Qian froze, and a rock behind him shattered. The scattered pebbles hit Mr. Qian, which was very painful.
"Do you think I can go there now?" she asked coldly.
"Yes, yes, absolutely yes!" Mr. Qian nodded like a fool, wishing he could lie on the ground and prostrate himself.
Cai Zhao regained his strength, turned around and continued down the mountain.
The sun was rising on the top of the mountain, but down the mountainside it was gloomy and drizzle continued.
She always hated rainy days, because her aunt still wanted her to continue practicing even if it rained.
I remember that she was so tired from practicing that year that she cried, and she shouted angrily that she didn't intend to travel around the world, and she didn't intend to be a hero, so why did she practice so exhaustingly?
The aunt gently rubbed the soreness on her body and told her that teaching her skills was not to let her do anything, but so that she would not have to wait in fear and helplessness.
After more than a month, she was able to do many things.
The foot of the mountain was right in front of us, and without any warning, a person silently turned out from behind the tree——
Cai Zhao immediately stopped.
The young man in the wide-sleeved robe is tall and straight, with picturesque features and elusive eyes. He holds an ink paper umbrella in his hand, and the fingers holding the umbrella handle are as long as jade bones. The light blue clothes are shaken by the slanting wind and drizzle. General.
Cai Zhao didn't recognize him.
Mr. Qian doesn’t know him either.
But both of them were a little bit straight-eyed - in this barren mountains and mountains, could a sexy ghost from any tomb have escaped.
"Zhaozhao." The handsome young man said with a smile in his eyes.
As soon as he spoke, Cai Zhao's expression changed.
She knew this voice.
"My surname is Mu, which means Qingyan." He said slowly, "I've been waiting for you all day and night."
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Chapter 43
Ever since Cai Zhao was eight years old, the silk and satin shop across the street changed hands because her successor son was addicted to gambling. She knew that in this world, from restaurants and inns to sugar shops, and up to the Jade Emperor's throne in the sky, someone needed to inherit it. of.
The rule of the Qingque Sect is that those who are capable take the throne. If your martial arts skills and knowledge are insufficient, even if you are the sect leader's own son, you will not be able to take the throne - such a selfless act actually has a profound lesson.
After all, the Qingque Sect is the leader of the six sects. There are demon sects looking at them from outside, and there are brother sects inside who smile on their faces but may not be good at heart. Once the sect leader is weak and unable to convince the crowd, the demon sect will come up the mountain all night sharpening their kitchen knives. of.
Even if the Demon Cult suddenly changes to a vegetarian diet, ask the other Beichen descendants if they like the beautiful scenery of thousands of rivers and mountains and cliffs, and if they are willing to move to Muwei Palace. Unbeknownst to others, Cai Zhao felt that the shining golden master of the Song Dynasty would be very happy.
In comparison, Luoying Valley is much more casual. If a son is good, then his son will be the one. If his daughter is good, then his daughter will be the one. If his son or daughter is not good, then his daughter-in-law will be the one. Anyway, God loves stupid children.
Guangtianmen, Siqimen, and Peiqiong Villa are all inherited by blood, but on different foundations, they have developed their own unique inheritance methods in accordance with local conditions.
The successive leaders of the Guangtian Sect have two very clear goals in life. One is to carry forward the sect, and the other is to marry many wives and concubines and have more sons - if there are more sons, there will always be an outstanding one who can inherit the position of the leader.
Of course, if your wife’s natal family is strong and noble, she might as well be more subtle.
Take Song Shijun as an example. He gave birth to three sons in one breath. Not only was he enough to support himself, but one of them could also go to the Qingque Sect to compete for fruit.
Although Song Maozhi has a bad temper, his martial arts skills are pretty good. You can see that in the fierce battle, everyone was missing arms and legs. He only injured one toe.
The situation in the sect is like this, and even the arrogant and intelligent Mrs. Qinglian can only pinch her nose and bear the belly of the maid that her husband made pregnant before marriage, and even raised Song Xiuzhi with a virtuous look.
For this reason, the fights between wives and concubines in Guangtianmen have been extremely fierce and varied for two hundred years.
Everyone wants their own son to succeed to the throne. Since the larger the base, the higher the probability of winning, the wives and concubines naturally want to have more sons. It is inevitable that the successive Guangtian sect leaders will be very busy.
It's really too busy.
——All the ladies, big and small, are like wolves and tigers, their eyes are shining. Who is interested in following your romance, poetry, ideal philosophy of life? It is true to lie down honestly and work harder.
Song Yuzhi's grandfather, the old sect master Song, had more than a dozen children who died in infancy, counting from the time he had sex with his maid when he was twelve or thirteen years old. In the end, only Song Shijun survived.
In the past two hundred years, Qingque Sect has inherited twelve generations of sect leaders, but Guangtian Clan has had twenty leaders.
Too much care will destroy the cattle.
If Guangtianmen Daily Life Notes is a ridiculous custom story, then Siqimen is a bloody and crazy list of fatalities. Guangtianmen is a fight between wives and concubines. As long as the husband of the sect masters the principles, everyone can draw a line and each speaks on his own terms, and there is still a bottom line. Anyway, Guangtianmen has great wealth and power, so even the children and grandchildren who have failed in the competition have a place to go.
But Si Qimen is a completely different story.
The Guangtian Clan believes in father and son fighting against tigers and brothers, but the Siqi Clan believes in cutting off the grass but not eradicating the roots, and the spring breeze will bring new life; brothers kill each other, ranging from expulsion and removal, to murder and arson, in the end, only one person can be left in charge of the Si Qimen. The power of Qimen.
Compared to the above two factions, Peqiong Villa is much more gentle.
Starting from the second generation of inheritance, the family rules clearly stated that as long as they were a direct branch of the Zhou family and had good conduct, they could compete for the position of the owner of the village.
At first glance, there doesn't seem to be a big problem, but there are a lot of small problems.
What the Guangtian Clan fights for is wives and concubines, what the Siqi Clan kills is brothers, and what makes a fuss in Peiqiong Villa is the sisters-in-law. It is said that the first thirty years depended on the husband and the next thirty years depended on the son. She has been the owner and wife of the village for half her life. When your husband passes away, maybe your sister-in-law, whom you didn't like before, can take your place. Who can afford to eat and live in your place?
However, it is very strange that the Zhou family has inexplicably had an only son for three consecutive generations. The two brothers Zhou Yuqian and Zhou Yukun, the most outstanding among this generation, are three levels away from their direct descendants and cannot be a threat.
There is also the concept of Taichu.
When Cai Changfeng came back from wandering around the world, he found that grass had grown on the graves of his brother and sister-in-law. He had to ask people to find out that his niece and nephew had been adopted by the Zhou family. He expressed with emotion that the inheritance method of Taichu Guan was the most harmonious. Don’t seek perfection too much and seek the good. The bayonet will see blood, and it won’t become deserted and declining. It should take into account both cultivation and virtue.
