Lu Fengchun smiled gloomily: "Yan Xu is greedy for drinking. He drank all night long in the past few days and has not gotten up since he was sick. It seems that it is not impossible if I don't take action."
"What on earth do you want!" Hu Fengge lowered his hands and pressed his hands on both sides of his waist bag calmly.
Lu Fengchun simply tore off his smiling face and shouted: "Here comes someone! Capture Hu Fengge!"
Dozens of skilled black-clothed men poured into the Xuan Ni Palace like a tide. Half of them had their bows and arrows pointed at Hu Fengge, and half of them had their swords unsheathed and lined up in formation, ready to go.
Hu Fengge smiled proudly: "Lu Fengchun, do you think these people can trap me?"
"Xiao Feng, don't be too arrogant, let's try the skills of my subordinates." Lu Fengchun said in a strange way.
"Okay!" Hu Fengge quickly pulled out a pair of barbed water-dividing Emei thorns made of fine steel.
She turned back and whispered, "Hui Yin, after we rush out later, let's go to the southeast, where my troops will be."
Yu Huiyin turned pale and nodded.
Although Hu Fengge is a woman, she has been tenacious and courageous since she was a child. The stronger her enemy is, the more excited she becomes.
She gave a long laugh, and the palace seemed to vibrate with her laughter, "What are you waiting for, old turtle? Come on!"
Just as she was about to gather her strength and leap up, she suddenly felt her heart freeze. A bright sword tip emerged from her chest, and then she slowly withdrew it.
Amidst Lu Fengchun's loud laughter, Hu Fengge turned around in disbelief and saw the man she had admired since childhood holding a blood-stained sword in his hand.
who is he? Had she never known this person before.
Chapter 118
"Hahahaha, I really hope for what I want, God will help me, God will help me!"
There was a burst of proud and loud laughter in the Taichu Temple. Yang Heying held a small piece of paper in his hand and smiled as if he was swaying, "The Paradise Palace was shaken overnight, Hu Fengge was abandoned in a mass grave, and the Mu clan's gang members were scattered in all directions. Escape, Tianshu elder Lu Fengchun takes over the power! Hahahaha, it’s great now, it doesn’t matter how we deal with Mu Qingyan!”
Song Shijun flat-mouthed: "My old man said back then that among the seven-star elders, Lu Fengchun was the least qualified. Kaiyang Yaoguang Tianxuan was loyal to Nie Hengcheng, brave and fearless; Tianquan was loyal to Mu, even if he died. Regret; Yu Heng is loyal to the Demon Sect, and he will assist anyone who can revitalize the Demon Sect; even though Tianji may have failed in his efforts, he is still a hero for a while. Only this Tianshu Lu Fengchun will only watch in the dark and take advantage of the opportunity. Huh, no wonder he’s nicknamed Old Turtle!”
Ning Xiaofeng said coldly: "This news spread quickly. Before we could inquire about it ourselves, Lu Fengchun rushed to deliver the news to our door. No one would know his intentions!"
Cai Pingchun said: "He wants to kill someone with a borrowed knife. He hopes that if we deal with Mu Qingyan quickly, his position will be secure."
Zhou Zhizhen turned around and said, "Such a big change happened in just a few days. Is the news reliable?"
Qi Yunke said: "Fei Ge has sent a letter to colleagues around the Hanhai Mountains to verify it. It is true."
Yang Heying was overjoyed and walked around the side hall: "Now it's up to us to kill or scrape Mu Qingyan, so we don't have to worry about anyone's revenge. This is a great opportunity, we can't let it go!"
Zhou Zhizhen said coldly: "Master Yang is wrong. The purpose of dealing with Mu Qingyan is to avenge Pingshu. No matter whether the demon sect is powerful or weak, it will not interfere with our determination to deal with the thieves."
Yang Heying was stunned for a moment. Ever since he opened the purple wooden box, Zhou Zhizhen, who had always been gentle and gentle and didn't like to argue with others, suddenly became unaccommodating and spoke coldly. Yang Heying cursed Zhou Zhizhen as a coward. He was cuckolded by Cai Pingshu back then and now he is upset, but he didn't dare to mess with him openly.
Qi Yunke said: "Brother Zhou is right. When we, Beichen Six Factions act, we look at what is right and wrong, not the strength of the situation or whether there is any benefit. The right thing will be done even if it involves swords and fire; the wrong thing will be done no matter how beneficial it is. You can’t even do it.”
Yang Heying's neck was twisted and he was fed a bowl of moral chicken soup, and his face turned purple: "Then what should we do with Mu Qingyan? You are the first sect master, you tell me!"
Qi Yunke looked around and cleared his throat: "We have considered it carefully..."
"Which of us? Brother Song and I have never opened our mouths." Yang Heying yelled again.
Song Shijun tugged on his sleeve, "Don't interrupt, just listen."
Qi Yunke blushed slightly and continued: "Although the father's debt is repaid by the son, Mu Zhengyang, who massacred all the brothers and Pingshu's sister, is only Mu Qingyan's uncle after all. We, a well-known and decent family, cannot be implicated casually, not to mention that the Nie family was in power before. Mu Qingyan has no bad deeds in the world of martial arts - therefore, killing Mu Qingyan is a bit excessive."
"What?" Yang Heying was anxious, "Did you let him go in vain?"
"Listen to him!" Song Shijun then tugged on his sleeve.
Qi Yunke continued: "However, we Beichen have been life-and-death enemies with the Demon Sect for two hundred years. Even if Mu Qingyan has no evil deeds at the moment, he will definitely do something to revitalize the Demon Sect in the future. Let him go in vain. He can't stand up to his ancestors, and he can't stand up to the righteous way of martial arts..."
"What exactly is going on?" Even Song Shijun couldn't help it this time.
Zhou Zhizhen said word by word: "Tomorrow the six factions of the Zhengyuan Hall will hold a meeting. After announcing to the ancestors of heaven and earth, Mu Qingyan's alchemy meridian and body cultivation will be abolished. From then on, he will be imprisoned and under strict supervision."
Song Shijun felt a chill in his heart. He thought of Mu Qingyan's heroic appearance and looked down upon the world, but he was about to become a useless person at such a young age. He thought that he might as well kill him.
But Yang Heying exclaimed: "Okay, okay, this is really a good idea! It is both benevolent and righteous, and it can deter the demon sect! But, since it is a joint trial of six sects, the six sects should take turns imprisoning Mu Qingyan in the future. justice!"
Cai Pingchun glanced at him sideways and said calmly: "Master Yang is so enthusiastic because he wants to ask Mu Qingyan something. The Mu family has accumulated a private treasure house for two hundred years, as well as the Jiuzhou Baojuan Pavilion that everyone covets. The collection of ancient classics is as vast as the vast sea, and it is the dream of martial arts practitioners all over the world."
Song Shijun woke up and shouted: "Old Yang, you really have this idea!"
Yang Heying frowned: "It doesn't matter if we, an upright sect from a well-known family, can use the things of the Demon Sect. Maybe with these, we can greatly increase our strength and annihilate the Demon Sect in one fell swoop!"
"Haha, you are so selfless and sanctimonious." Ning Xiaofeng laughed sarcastically.
Yang Heying jumped up: "Who are you calling sanctimonious..."
"Okay!" Zhou Zhizhen scolded in a deep voice, "We will tell you where Mu Qingyan is held later, but he will be executed first tomorrow!"
Qi Yunke nodded: "Let's do it."
"...That's what happened." Fan Xingjia described the situation outside and glanced at Cai Zhao opposite him, "Master and the others will execute Master Mu early tomorrow morning."
The windows were wide open, and the blazing sunshine at noon poured into the house, illuminating the girl's face, which was so pale that it was almost transparent. Fan Xingjia couldn't help but think of the first time he saw her - that smiling girl with pink cheeks and exquisite clothes. Qi Lingbo gave Qi Lingbo a warning while laughing, and he shocked the guests without forgetting to criticize the skills of the sect's chef.
At that time, she was free and easy, happy and coquettish, and even the forbidden steps hanging on her skirt were exquisite and cute.
Today, she looks gloomy, haggard and slender, and her lips have no color at all. She is like a flower that has bloomed at the end of its life and is hopelessly withered. Only those big black eyes were still clear and deep.
Fan Xing's family was afraid that she would have inappropriate thoughts, so they quickly said: "The dungeon is now heavily guarded and not even a mosquito can fly in. Zhao Zhao, please don't think too hard. The Demon Sect is also in chaos, and no one is here to help you. Savior.”
He took out a bamboo tube from his arms and put it on the table. "Look, this is the Luanpo needle that Master Li asked me to prepare. It's a full tube. Master Li said that if you dare to act rashly, I'll prick your big point." , enough to make you sleepy until autumn."
The girl still lowered her head and said nothing. The silence lasted so long that Fan Xing's family thought they couldn't wait for her to speak.
At this time, she suddenly raised her head and begged softly: "Brother, please tell Uncle Li that I want to see him. I can't save him while you are watching. I just want to see him before the execution." "
The Fan Xing family felt sad, and turned to beg Li Wenxun, "Uncle, Zhao Zhao is our family member after all, so let them meet. The execution will be tomorrow, and Mu Qingyan will become a cripple by then, and he will definitely hate Zhao Zhao to his bones, and he will also What kind words can I say? Now that the overall situation has been decided, let’s fulfill Zhaozhao’s wish.”
Li Wenxun was silent for a moment, and finally agreed, but he personally escorted Cai Zhao into the Taichuguan dungeon, and finally guarded the door of the dungeon.
Song Yuzhi, who was still holding his sword at the door of the iron prison, was shocked when he saw Cai Zhao: "Zhao Zhao, you... why have you lost so much weight?"
Cai Zhao smiled slightly, and his smile was like the fallen petals of late autumn, or like the sunset at the end of the day. "Thank you, senior brother, for taking care of him these days and not causing him to be humiliated. Senior brother, let me have a few words with him alone."
Song Yuzhi felt sad. After bowing his head and answering, he led the four Guangtianmen disciples who were guarding the outside and went out.
Cai Zhao slowly approached the iron fence, pressed his body against it, and stretched his hands forward through the fence, "Mu Qingyan..."
There was a sporadic banging sound of shackles deep in the iron prison, as if a slow-moving old man was approaching; holding hands with each other, Cai Zhao felt that his fingers were almost painfully squeezed, and there was a strong bloody breath, mixed with rotting flesh and blood. The fishy smell.
With the faint light of the oil lamp, Cai Zhao looked at the visitor eagerly.
In just a few days, he seemed to be so thin that only his skeleton was left, his cheeks were sunken and his face was pale. The face, neck, body, hands and feet were all covered with scars from the explosion that day in the trap. The skin was torn and the flesh was torn in the depths, bones could be seen almost, and long blood stains were also dragged out in the shallow areas.
Cai Zhao put her palm against his chest. The originally hard and beautiful texture was now scarred, and the cracked flesh had begun to fester. "...Is it black gunpowder?" She heard her voice trembling.
"Yes." Mu Qingyan laughed, his pale face showing no concern, "You Beichen disciples don't know how to prepare black gunpowder. You also found the Storm Thunder from nowhere, and replaced the poisonous needles with sharp blade fragments. .”
Cai Zhao's heart ached: "It should have been brought from my family. After my uncle killed Elder Tianxuan, he seized several Thunderstorms and kept them in Luoying Valley."
Mu Qingyan smiled and said, "My father-in-law and mother-in-law have always disliked my son-in-law. I have kidnapped you several times and instigated you to do random things. I have not suffered unjustly."
Cai Zhao felt a deep blood mark under his collarbone, and his fingertips were full of black and red rotten flesh. She choked and said, "Didn't Third Senior Brother give you medicine? Why don't you heal your wounds properly?"
Mu Qingyan snorted: "I can't believe what your master and the others sent." He changed his tone and said softly, "Zhaozhao, it was not my father who killed your aunt, it was..."
"I know, I know everything." Cai Zhaoqiang smiled, "I vaguely guessed that he should be a person very similar to your father, but I didn't expect that your father is a twin."
"Tomorrow, tomorrow..." Cai Zhao felt as if his throat was blocked, "Tomorrow they will..."
"I know, Song Yuzhi has already said it." Mu Qingyan said indifferently, "They think that they are done with my Alchemy Strategy, and I am not afraid of them. Even if I abolish my cultivation, I can still mess up the world. Chaos!" The voice was full of proud and violent energy.
He held up the girl's face and said, "I'm not afraid, so don't be afraid Zhaozhao. Ignore the plans of those old guys and let me take a good look at you..."
The light of the oil lamp fell on the girl's slender face, and he frowned, "Song Yuzhi is right, why have you lost so much weight?"
Cai Zhao held back tears and shook his head. He touched his face and forehead with his small hands. The tentacles were hot, "You have a fever..."
Mu Qingyan hugged the girl through the iron bars, "It doesn't matter. I had a fever when I was locked in a dark room when I was a child, and I couldn't survive it without being ignored, let alone now."
Cai Zhao felt heartache and was so choked up that he couldn't speak.
At this time, Li Wenxun's cold voice came from the door, "Are you done? It's time to go."
Cai Zhao said: "Uncle Li, let me say a few more words." She turned back, "There are some things I have wanted to say for a long time."
"In fact, you have always been afraid of the dark, but when you sleep at night, you refuse to leave a light on, and you insist on falling asleep in the darkness. Even if you can't sleep all night long, and even if you take a rest during the day, you still refuse to give in. .”
"During our trip to the Snow Ridge, in order to be on guard against Duan Jiuxiu and the others, I always put up a luminous pearl at night. You slept very soundly during those nights, but you would never admit it."
Mu Qingyan was stunned.
"Actually, you are also afraid of fire - Uncle Cheng said that the dark room once caught fire and almost burned you to death." The girl continued, "But the more afraid you are of fire, the more you have to touch the source of the fire. You can obviously blow it To put out a candle, you have to crush the wick with your fingers; every time you light a fire in the wild, you have to light the flint yourself."
Mu Qingyan's body trembled slightly, and the nightmare from when he was five years old came to mind.
The young and frail child was forced to retreat into the corner by the billowing black smoke and flames, and the door was still firmly locked with iron ropes. No matter how much he screamed, even if his throat was bleeding, no one opened the door to save him. Just as the vicious tongue of fire was about to lick his feet, a sudden heavy rain fell and extinguished the flames.
Cai Zhao smiled with tears in his eyes: "That's how you are. The more you are afraid of something, the more you have to force yourself to adapt to it. You still pretend to be nonchalant in front of others and you will always be invulnerable."
"Stop being so stubborn." She gently caressed his cheek, "Just say what you hate. Don't push yourself too hard in the future."
The look on the girl's face was very special, gentle and sad. Mu Qingyan felt vaguely uneasy. He wanted to stop him but was interrupted by Li Wenxun, who watched the girl leave.
After walking out of the dungeon, Cai Zhao bowed to Li Wenxun and said, "Uncle, after the execution is over tomorrow, we are going back. This trip was originally to pay homage to Great Hero Chang. All the fellow disciples and elders have paid their respects, but only I am the only one who has not. Daxia Chang has been very kind to the Cai family and Luoying Valley, and I want to pay homage to him."
The girl's words were condescending and reasonable, not to mention that the dungeon where Mu Qingyan was located was strictly guarded.
Li Wenxun thought for a while and agreed.
Cai Zhao asked Fan Xingjia to fetch the box she had left at the inn, put a long and flat box aside, and took out the bottom bundle. Inside was a delicate handiwork she had prepared long ago. There were three entrances to the room. Houses, tall chariots and horses with four bridles, and even tables, chairs and chessboards are all available, all made of bamboo and wood.
Although the objects are small, they are alive and well, and the wheels of the carriage can even actually roll.
Fan Xing's family watched in rapt attention: "Junior sister is so good at her craftsmanship. This rocking chair really rocks. Wow, you can actually take out these chess pieces." He held a few black and white chess pieces the size of rice grains in his palm.
Cai Zhao carefully put the handiwork piece by piece into the bamboo basket and carried it on his back. At the same time, he smiled and said: "This is nothing. If my grandfather were here, he could make the entire Changjiawu Fort."
Li Wenxun could tell that the girl had put a lot of effort into making this, and his face brightened slightly: "Zhao Zhao is very thoughtful, and Chang Haosheng's friendship with Luoying Valley is not in vain. If you burn these things, he will be happy."
At that moment, he ordered sixteen outer disciples with strong martial arts skills to 'accompany' Fan Xingjia and Cai Zhao to rush to Wu'an Mountain to pay homage to Chang Haosheng.
Arriving at the back hill of Changjia Wubao, Cai Zhao found that the cemetery that was originally overgrown with weeds had been renovated. She looked around and praised it very much. Then she told Fan Xingjia that there were some things she wanted to say to Chang Daxia alone, and Fan Xingjia had to lead sixteen disciples to guard outside the cemetery.
