Song Yuzhi was wearing a pajamas and reading under the lamp. When he saw the strange man climbing through the window, he was startled at first. However, he did not call for the guards. Instead, he stood up quietly with a smile: "...Junior Sister Zhaozhao?"
Cai Zhao was happy at first, then depressed: "Is my disguise skill so bad? You can see it at a glance."
Song Yuzhi smiled, and his handsome and stern face suddenly softened, "That day you prepared everything to break through and go down the mountain, and you left through the window of Chuitianwu in the same posture."
After a pause, he added, "Your disguise skills are very good, and your junior sister is very talented."
Cai Zhao was elated by the praise, but he couldn't care less about his happiness and quickly told Song Yuzhi about his plan. The most important thing now was to firmly block Qingque Sect and Qingque Town so that they could not get in or out.
Song Yuzhi nodded calmly, without even asking a question about the origin of the Snow Scale Dragon Beast's saliva. He simply put on a robe in the back room and left with his sword behind his back. His behavior was neat and his reactions were quick, like a sharp blade that split open the chaos. Sword.
Cai Zhao admired Song Yuzhi's style very much, and was about to turn around and say with a smile, "Look at Song Shaoxia, he is called a proud man of heaven, he is upright and clear, and he is not as suspicious as you" - but he found that his side was empty.
She was startled.
After leaving Chuitianwu, Cai Zhao went straight to Muwei Palace and quietly slipped into the inner hall like a shadow.
The inner hall was brightly lit, and just as the cook said, the energetic Master Song was still confronting the impostor. Sitting beside him were the solemn-looking Zhou Zhizhen and the silent Li Wenxun, surrounded by two groups with clearly defined barriers.
Seeing Zhou Zhizhen's gentle and steady face, Cai Zhao was half relieved.
On the way out of Xue Nu's place, Qian Xueshen told her that although he didn't know the eight and a half people he had transformed into, he could be sure that none of them were Zhou Zhizhen and Yang Heying - because he wanted to avenge Zhou Zhiqin and Jin Baohui, but was afraid of Peiqiong Villa. The Hesiqi sect was very powerful, so he hid in the dark and secretly watched the leaders of these two sects.
In other words, among the people he dealt with, there was no two-faced Zhou Yang.
——Eight and a half people, excluding the half who failed to transform, and excluding the fake Qi Yunke and the fake Zeng Building, there are still six people.
Master Song's forehead was shiny and he took a sip of strong tea. Unexpectedly, he almost choked on the tea leaves and coughed several times.
After receiving the urgent report from his son, he was secretly happy at first, thinking that you, Qi Yunke, are really nothing. As the leader of the No. 1 sect in the world, you have been replaced by others. I might as well be the leader of this sect. Then he felt nervous. , the head of Beichen's first sect has been replaced by someone, then will the six Beichen sects be able to hold their heads high in the world from now on.
Although he disliked Qi Yunke's meek and honest temperament, he still knew the importance of life and death.
"My final advice to you is that no matter what your plans were at first, at this point, all your previous plans have come to nothing! Those who know the current affairs are heroes, and those who can quickly show their true colors will be easy to discuss!" Song Shijun said tightly! Stare at each other.
Fake Qi Yunke smiled calmly: "If Brother Shi Jun is sure that I am fake, why not beat me to death with one palm. Just like the fake Zeng Tower, as long as the person dies, the magic of body-changing will disappear immediately."
Song Shijun turned around angrily.
This is not nonsense. If he could beat someone to death with one slap, he would have done it long ago.
Fake Qi Yunke smiled and said: "Brother Shi Jun, I would like to advise you not to be fooled by the devil's sect's tricks. They are spreading suspicion just because they hope that our Beichen sects will kill each other."
Song Shijun didn't believe a word of this, but he didn't dare to take any chances. After all, he is the leader of the number one sect in the world. There is a one-in-a-thousand chance that if he makes a mistake, he will be doomed.
"Stop bluffing." Zhou Zhizhen's face was as dark as water, and he said to the man in gray behind the fake Qi Yunke: "On the way back, we attacked and killed the Beichen sect, sneak attacked the Qingque Sect, and subjugated important people in the world. Who else in the world can come up with these people? The only one who is the leader of the Demon Cult is Nie Zhe. But if Nie Zhe really had such a strong talent, he would not be able to take off the word 'Dai' as the leader of the cult."
"I don't know what kind of helper Nie Zhe got, but there are not many people left in the Tiangang Disha camp in his hands. The Beichen factions have sent messages on flying horses and are on guard everywhere. You can't even think about reinforcements. It's better to abandon the darkness and surrender to the light. I'm going to The reputation of Peiqiong Villa is guaranteed. As long as you tell the truth about the whereabouts of Master Chuqi and Master Cai Gu, we can rescue them safely. I will let go of all of you and release them all."
Song Shijun's lips moved. He didn't agree with it, but he didn't speak after all.
These words were very sensible and reasonable. Cai Zhao in the dark nodded his head when he heard this, and the man in gray in the light couldn't help but feel moved.
However, the fake Qi Yunke remained motionless and firmly stated that he was the real Qi Yunke and that everything was a conspiracy of the demon sect.
Song Shijun had a muscle in his forehead and yelled angrily, and even threatened his subordinates to draw swords and chop down the table. Fake Qi Yunke retorted rudely, and the two sides started to fight again.
At this moment, a Guangtianmen disciple behind Song Shijun suddenly shouted, "Uncle Qian, what's wrong with you!?"
Everyone looked at him and saw that the middle-aged protector's lips were white and his face was cold and green. His muscles and bones were twisted and trembled. After a moment, he was completely unrecognizable and turned into a completely different person.
Song Shijun was still a little confused, but Zhou Zhizhen had already drawn his sword decisively. While the man was stunned, he stabbed several large points around his body with his sword. After the man fell to the ground, he said coldly: "The magic of body-changing has appeared."
As soon as he finished speaking, a middle-aged man behind Li Wenxun also twisted his whole body. This time, before he could fully reveal his true form, Li Wenxun pointed out his finger like the wind, knocked him down and took care of him. After a while, this man also revealed a completely unfamiliar face.
Fake Qi Yunke didn't expect such a turn of events, so he stood up in a daze, his face as white as a ghost. A cold air slowly rose from his meridians, and his skin and blood gradually became cold, as if dead. He looked at the half-cup of tea he had just drank, and knew that something was wrong.
"Ah!" Li Wenxun suddenly shouted, pointing at the fake Qi Yunke who was gradually changing back to his original form, "You, you are Qiu...Qiu..."
"Qiu Renjie!" Song Shijun shouted, "It's you!"
The fake Qi Yunke (Qiu Renjie) wanted to commit suicide with his palms raised, but Zhou Zhizhen stabbed his acupuncture point with a sword and fell to the ground exhausted.
At this time, many people's footsteps sounded outside the hall. A handsome young man led a dozen guards and filed into the hall. Hengjian pointed at him: "You don't have to take chances. Junior Sister Zhaozhao has found the antidote to the magic of body-changing, and It falls in water sources everywhere. Ordinary people can drink it without incident, but you can no longer hide - Junior Sister Zhaozhao, please come out."
Cai Zhao wiped off the disguise on his face and jumped out of the darkness.
Zhou Zhizhen's face was filled with joy, "Zhaozhao, where have you gone? Your mother knows that you ran away and your whereabouts are unknown. She is so anxious that she will come out to look for you! Come here and ask me to take a look!"
…
In the bamboo forest monastery, the lamps and shadows were dim, and after Mu Qingyan took a shower and changed clothes, he sat alone in the quiet dimness.
Uncle Cheng quietly entered the room and reported: "Young Master, everyone is here."
Mu Qingyan nodded slightly.
There were people in black kneeling on the ground half outside the house. The first person hidden in a large cloak said loudly: "Congratulations, Young Master, on your return from injury. I have been waiting worriedly for more than a year, and finally today."
Mu Qingyan walked out of the monastery. The wide black robe dragged across the ground, and the dark gold embroidered patterns were looming, spreading over the world like the black tide hiding the deep sea trolls.
He said: "You are the people left behind by Elder Tianquan. Four years ago, I didn't go looking for you because I felt that as long as Nie Zhe was excluded, the divine religion would naturally return to the right path. In this way, I am enough."
"I didn't go looking for you a year and a half ago because I couldn't protect myself, so I wouldn't involve you in dying with me."
"Now, if you are willing to be called here, you should know what I mean. Nie Hengcheng and his followers have stolen power for three generations, and their forces are intertwined. If you only kill one or two, it will be difficult to return. Therefore, there will be a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, life and death. I don’t know, have you all thought about it?”
The man in front of him raised his head, revealing a delicate and cunning face, and said loudly: "I swear allegiance to the young master to the death. No matter what happens, please give me your orders!"
"In that case, you know the rules." Mu Qingyan gently raised his left hand, "Whether it's for your sake or your loyalty to Elder Qiu. After the matter is completed, I will never treat you badly."
Uncle Cheng brought out a plate with dozens of vermilion pills in it, as red as blood, so bright that it made people's hearts tremble.
The man in front of him gritted his teeth and took one first.
Afterwards, everyone, with either cheerful or hesitant expressions, acted in the same way.
Mu Qingyan quietly watched everyone take the pills without saying a word.
His father taught him how to tame rare birds and animals, but what he needed to tame most were a group of evil ghosts. His father also taught him how to make medicines to treat illnesses and injuries, but he used them to prepare poisons that could control life and death.
Mu Zhengming was kind and indifferent throughout his life, but he was controlled by others and could not feel free in his life, and finally passed away early.
Where is the way of heaven?
In other words, the way of heaven is only on the side of the strong.
When he was a child, he listened to fairy tales, and he especially loved the part about Gong Gong - fighting for the throne, angrily colliding with Mount Buzhou, causing the pillars of heaven to break and the earth to remain intact. The sky tilts to the northwest, the sun, moon and stars move away...
He respects his father very much, but he will never let others take care of the overall situation like his father did.
If the sky cannot follow his will, he will rebel against the sky.
"Everyone, please go back." The giant roc with golden feathers descended from the sky, its wide and long wings raised in the cold night wind. He climbed on the back of the giant roc and left his last words before taking off, "See you again in the Netherworld."
The pale moonlight fell on him, as misty as silver gauze, and the cold and handsome young man was indistinguishable from gods to demons and disappeared into the night sky.
…
Cai Zhao had a busy night.
The fake Qi Yunke turned out to be Qiu Renjie pretending to be Qiu Renjie. No wonder he knew the thousands of mountains and rivers like the back of his hand and knew the martial arts of the Qingque Sect. He wanted to die and kept silent, but many people cherish their lives.
In less than an hour, the remaining six people who had been transformed by Qian Xueshen all showed up, including two lurking at the outer gate of Qingque Sect, two lurking at Guangtian Gate, and two from Peiqiong Villa.
It’s true that everyone is treated equally, and everyone is affected by rain and dew.
Although it was already midnight, Song Shijun was not sleepy at all when it came to interrogation and torture.
With six craftsmen and a large number of men in gray who were unable to escape before being captured, the water prison torture chamber and pipa hook left by the old master Yin Dai finally came into use.
In less than an hour, people confessed one after another. They didn't know where Qi Yunke and Cai Pingchun were, but they knew they must still be nearby.
Finally, someone revealed that there was one of their secret guards in Qingque Town. It was said that he came here last year and opened a coffin shop.
Song Yuzhi had already sent people to block the gate of Qingque Town. Zhuang Shu personally led his people to break in and captured the coffin shop owner that night. What many people didn't expect was that Qi Yunke, Cai Pingchun, and Zeng Dalou were all locked up in the underground dark room of the coffin shop. Several large points in their bodies were punctured with Luanpo needles. They had been feeling dizzy for several days, and their skills were... Unable to cast.
After a thorough diagnosis and treatment, Lei Xiuming said that the three of them were fine and that they could just slowly pull out the medicinal properties of the Luanpo needle. Among them, Cai Pingchun was in the best condition. He still had the strength to raise his hand and pinch his daughter's ears with a smile.
Cai Zhao finally felt relieved.
Watching his father being pushed into the medicinal hut for a medicinal bath, several elders were very busy. Some were asking if their sect had any other secrets, some were continuing to interrogate the members of the men in gray, and some were cleaning up the things left behind in the fight. A mess...
Cai Zhao quietly retreated, borrowed a pony from Song Yuzhi, and then flew down the mountain, all the way to the Bamboo Forest Jingshe.
However, the person she wanted to report was safe was no longer there.
"Shaojun has gone back to do some work." Uncle Cheng smiled, "Shaojun said that it is time to settle the accounts of the three generations of the Mu family."
Cai Zhao was depressed, "I knew that with his temperament, he would definitely seek to regain his position as leader. In that case, why did he accompany me to the snowy mountains? It took a lot of effort and effort, and he almost lost his life. .”
Uncle Cheng looked kind and said: "Young Master said that he can't leave you alone, girl, helpless, and can't let you go to the snowy mountains to fight for your life alone. Seeing that the girl has returned to Jiuli Mountain well, he can rest assured. Let's go. I only wasted more than ten days and it was worth it to give the girl a stable life."
"He... I'm actually quite grateful to him." Cai Zhao lowered his head.
Uncle Cheng: "Didn't the girl also protect and take care of Shaojun for many days?"
Cai Zhao sat down blankly: "...That's not even close."
Uncle Cheng looked at the sky and said, "Girl, you must have been busy all night. Are you hungry? Do you want a bowl of wontons?"
This twist was so strange that Cai Zhao couldn't figure it out and said smoothly, "Oh, okay, please excuse me."
The wontons arrived, with the familiar aroma of chicken soup and the shape of the wontons. Cai Zhao asked: "...Did he make it?"
Uncle Cheng replied: "Shaojun made the wontons before he left. The chicken soup has been simmering on the stove. All you have to do is put it in the pot and cook it."
Cai Zhao looked at the translucent milky white soup and endured it again and again, but finally couldn't hold it back anymore, "Uncle Cheng, aren't there any chopped green onions?"
Uncle Cheng laughed out loud, shook his head, turned around and brought a small plate.
Cai Zhao sprinkled the green scallions from the small dish into the soup, stirred it a few times, and then she suddenly raised her head: "Uncle Cheng, there is a person... I mean a friend of mine. Every time she eats wontons without scallions, she gets upset. I will be angry for several days. Is such a person considered petty?"
Uncle Cheng couldn't help but laugh: "According to common sense, he is naturally being petty."
Cai Zhao seemed to have thought of something and was in a daze. Cheng Bo called her several times, but she said it was nothing.
After Uncle Cheng went out, she said to herself bitterly to the soup bowl, "You took the opportunity to mock me before leaving. You are so petty. Your whole family is petty!"
She blinked hard, picked up the spoon and ate.
The wonton filling is very tender and the chopped green onions are fragrant, but the soup is a bit salty.
【End of this volume】
