Song Xiuzhi actually agreed, and asked someone to hold up a pair of swords, "Yuzhi, these are your blue and white rainbow swords. They were left in front of the church that night."
Song Yuzhi took the two swords and said, "Thank you." As usual, he tied Qing Hong on his back and fought with only Bai Hong.
"Please." Song Xiuzhi stretched out his long sword and pointed the tip towards the sky.
The battle between the two brothers began, and for a while, swords flashed across the field.
Zhou Zhizhen took two steps back and watched quietly——
Song Yuzhi is worthy of being praised by everyone as the proud son of heaven. Even under various unfavorable circumstances, he still has superb moves and graceful body skills. He is far superior to Zhou Yuqi no matter how he looks at it.
In the past, people often discussed that Zhou Zhizhen arranged this marriage for his son in the hope that Cai Zhao would assist his son in succeeding to the throne. Even his own mother and wife thought so. Only Zhou Zhizhen knew that he really didn't mean this.
Zhao Zhao was naive and undisciplined, while Yu Qi had no ambitions. Even after the two got married, Zhou Zhizhen had no intention of letting them take charge of Peiqiong Villa. He just thought that his son would be kind and considerate since he was a child, and he knew how to care for others, so he would be able to care for Zhao Zhao tenderly throughout his life.
It's a pity that his son has his own heart, and Zhou Zhizhen is not a father who insists on beating mandarin ducks, so Zhou Cai's marriage has to be abandoned.
Song Yuzhi's long sword was tilted out, and he tore open Song Xiuzhi's clothes with one strike. He almost hit the target, but Song Xiuzhi dodged it in time.
Cai Zhao let out a cry, his eyes widened. Qi Yunke smiled and pulled the little girl, saying, "Zhao Zhao, stand far away, don't let the sword energy sweep you away."
Zhou Zhizhen withdrew his gaze.
——He and Qi Yunke both want the best for Zhaozhao, but they have different opinions.
Zhaozhao herself has no lofty ambitions, so Qi Yunke wants her to marry the most outstanding young knight in the world, enjoy worldly wealth and be admired by everyone. But Zhou Zhizhen doesn't think there's anything good about being a martial arts supreme. As long as the couple is close to each other and has a long life together, it's not a bad thing.
Sometimes he couldn't help but daydream, if only Mu Qingyan was not the leader of the Demon Cult. When Zhaozhao looked at him, his eyes were so bright and moving... just like the thirteen-year-old Cai Pingshu at Peiqiong Villa. The look in his eyes by the small lake.
The two long swords struck each other in the air, making a sonorous and exciting sound. Song Yuzhi's old injuries were not healed and his strength was weak. Song Xiuzhi finally got the chance to counterattack. In an instant, the sword was powerful and the sword light was like a net.
Zhou Zhizhen frowned.
He knew that Qi Yunke had always wanted to bring Zhao Zhao and Song Yuzhi together. However, in his opinion, Song Yuzhi had been too smooth sailing before, arrogant and innocent, and was less knowledgeable about facing adversity and decline than his own son. Zhou Yuqi at least had self-awareness. Since he was not the material to be the leader, he had already thought about studying, appreciating paintings, taking care of business and property, and living a small life behind closed doors.
If Song Yuzhi was sober and smart, he would have known that tonight was definitely not the right time to confront Song Xiuzhi.
The third uncle of the Song family and Song Shijun were both injured. One was seriously injured and the other was unconscious. The rift between the two groups was already deep.
There is also Song Maozhi. Although the person who took action was a dead member of the Sha family, the root cause was the unanimous pressure and accusation from the Song family, which gave people an opportunity to take advantage of it. If Song Shijun recovers, or if Song Yuzhi succeeds to the throne, the elders of the Song family and their younger sons who participated in Song Maozhi's death will definitely worry about being liquidated in the future. Even if Song Yuzhi wins tonight, they will face fierce opposition.
The best policy is to give in for the time being and then move forward slowly.
What's more, with Song Xiuzhi's meticulous approach, if he dares to bravely challenge tonight, he must be fully prepared.
"Ouch...!"
The shouts in the field were like thunder and the momentum was like a rainbow.
Song Xiuzhi pointed the tip of his sword downward, pointing at Song Yuzhi who fell to the ground and his shoulder was bleeding profusely.
Cai Zhao punched Fan Xingjia hard: "Didn't you say that Song Xiuzhi's cultivation level is mediocre? He is clearly on par with Senior Brother Ding!"
Fan Xingjia covered his shoulders: "I'm just speculating, just speculating!"
"If a fortune teller is not accurate, his business will be ruined!"
The two of them rushed to the court while yelling at each other, and helped Song Yuzhi up, one on the left and the other on the right.
Fan Xing's family was still puzzled: "If he is so good at martial arts, why does the secret dart shoot so shallowly?"
"Oh, I understand." Cai Zhao suddenly realized, "He never wanted the third senior brother's life. What he wanted was to defeat the third senior brother in public!"
——Whether Song Yuzhi was captured by the escort that night, or whether he came to challenge himself tonight, external injuries, internal injuries, family changes, and several days of exhaustion, coupled with Song Xiuzhi's deliberate show of weakness, the final result was inevitable.
Cai Zhao admired this handsome young man who never showed off his talents. Among the people she had known in her life, only Mu Qingyan could compete with him in terms of scheming.
"Third brother, I accept the concession." Song Xiuzhi sheathed the sword in an elegant manner.
Song Yuzhi looked bleak: "My skills are inferior to others." He turned his head and said, "Master, let's go."
"Don't be discouraged." Qi Yunke patted him on the shoulder, "Today's defeat will become the next step for you to improve tomorrow."
After comforting his beloved disciple, he bowed his hands to everyone in Guangtianmen and said, "I say goodbye today. I will lead the righteous path of martial arts in the future. I hope you all will do your best."
Song Xiuzhi naturally said yes and asked Qi Yunke and others to wait until dawn before going down the mountain. After being declined, he stopped talking.
On the way down the mountain, Song Yuzhi suddenly said: "Zhaozhao, I want to recover as soon as possible and drive away all the coldness of the netherworld." When he said this, there was a faint fire in his eyes, like the golden flames of a tempered sword.
Cai Zhao, "...let's go back to Yinggu together and find the purple jade golden sunflower."
Chapter 129
After coming out of Guangtian Gate, Qi Yunke and his party didn't want to stay in the city for a moment. They called Li Wenxun and others in the inn along the way, and everyone hurried out of the city and set up a cowhide tent outside the city to rest for a while.
Only then did Cai Zhao realize that Li Wenxun was not alone. He actually brought with him Zhuang Shu and dozens of other skilled disciples of the sect, as well as several monks from the Changchun Temple. All of them were fully armed and looked alert, clearly acting as Ready to help, as if ordered to be on guard.
It was already bright in the suburbs at this moment, but for several days the Guangtian Gate was noisy and no one was walking around in the suburbs outside the city.
Everyone sat down in the tent, and Qi Yunke took the lead in asking Cai Zhao and the others about their experiences in the past few days. This time, Cai Zhao did not dare to hide too much. Except for the relevant details of the "Purple Heart Sutra", all other whereabouts and experiences were told truthfully.
When he heard the blood swamp formation, Zhou Zhizhen's fingertips trembled slightly, and his mind wandered: "...that year, she suddenly came to me in excitement, saying that the so-called 'witches' in the Luoying Valley ancestors might have something to hide - —So that’s what it is.”
The girl also said that the things passed down by old people may not all be true. It can be seen that good and evil in the world are not necessarily black and white. However, the young Master Zhou did not listen to it. He just gave a habitual gentle smile and warned him instead. Girls should avoid causing trouble.
Many people and many things, by the time he figured it out, were already useless, and even made him feel a faint sense of hatred.
After hearing the same words, Qi Yunke snorted coldly: "Humph, the monsters named Mu are not good people. They must have known the connection between Blood Swamp and Luoying Valley for a long time, so they specially brought the Cai family in! Pingshu It’s because he was so sincere that he was deceived all over the place!”
One of the two heads was sad and the other was angry. Only Li Wenxun was clear-headed and asked the key question: "Why did Mu Zhengyang take the mother night orchid plant twenty years ago? Why did Cai Nvxia later tell the survivors of the blood swamp to destroy it?" Drop it?"
Cai Zhao said that this was still unknown, and his expression was calm, without any flaws.
Song Yuzhi glanced at her and remained silent.
The Fan Xing family really didn't know anything: "We don't know why the people from the Demon Cult ran into the blood swamp. At that time, the people from the Si Qi Sect were still chasing them outside the forest, and we didn't dare to go out."
Qi Yunke continued the personal attack bitterly: "The person named Mu must have some evil plans, but he just won't tell you!"
Cai Zhao said seriously: "Master, you are saying that the people in the Demon Sect are the most cunning, and you cannot trust a word they say. By the way, why did you, Uncle Zhou, and Uncle Li come to Guangtianmen together?"
Song Yuzhi couldn't help but glance at her again.
Qi Yunke said: "Hey, actually, your Uncle Zhou and I had invited Master Fakong out. On the night of the riot at Guangtianmen, the three of us were not far from here. Alas, it was only two days away."
Cai Zhaoxiu frowned: "The man named Yang and Song Xiuzhi have a conspiracy for a long time. They are the same as the thieves inside and outside, and they are scheming at every turn. Master, if you are two days early and two days late, they will start an uprising."
"That's right." Li Wenxun agreed.
He left the Qingque Sect only two days later than Song Caifan and the others. "The day after Yu Zhi and the others set off, I received an urgent message saying that the Siqi sect suddenly came out in full force, full of weapons, and were on their way late at night. Go straight to Guangtianmen."
Each Beichen faction has its own rules. Unless it is to jointly fight against the enemy in extremely dangerous situations, it is extremely inappropriate to bring a large number of troops to the territory of another faction. Li Wenxun thought that Qi Yunke and others were about to go to Guangtianmen, and was worried that something unexpected might happen, so he immediately brought people there.
Fan Xingjia's eyes widened: "Yes, those who are chasing us have come from afar!"
Li Wenxun said: "I originally wanted to use carrier pigeons to deliver the message, but I knew before that the master and the owner of Zhouzhuang left Peiqiong Villa. Counting the days, they were either on their way to Changchun Temple, or they had just left Changchun Temple. I I was afraid that the news about the carrier pigeon would be leaked while I was on the wild road, and I thought that if there was a fight between Bang Bang Bang Bang and the leader would have no helpers, I simply took Zhuang Shu and the others out."
Cai Zhao originally nodded repeatedly, but when he heard Li Wenxun's last words, he suddenly felt something pass through his heart quickly.
Master Fakong said: "I don't know the reason for being in the blood swamp, but since it was Cai Nuxia's order, she must have her reasons. It doesn't matter if the mother Yelan plant is destroyed. What matters now is how to deal with the dispute in front of us. It is not convenient for me to be expert in this matter, so I would like to ask Sect Master Qi and Master Zhou to come up with some ideas."
Zhou Zhizhen frowned, "The fact that Huang Laoyingxiong's family and many villagers were massacred for no reason has become known to the whole world. Beichen has a reputation for chivalry and must be dealt with. However..."
Qi Yunke hesitated and said: "However, the difficulty in this matter is that if we pursue it to the end, Beichen will easily damage his vitality. Now the Demon Sect..."
Master Fakong sighed softly: "I know the concerns of the two masters. I heard that since the demon sect has eliminated the Nie Lu rebellion, it has strict rules and regulations, and it is flourishing again. At this time..."
All three of them had unfinished things to say, and their words were shrouded in mist, half revealed.
It was Li Wenxun who put it bluntly: "Then deal with Siqi Clan first, Yang Heying and other two-faced things, even if the Demon Cult attacks, they may not be willing to use much effort! Let the civil strife in Guangtian Clan be put aside, and wait until Head Song wakes up Listen to what he has to say.”
Everyone's eyes turned to Song Yuzhi's face. Song Yuzhi felt as if hot oil was rolling through his heart. He was ashamed and resentful. He immediately said in a low voice: "It's all disciples who are not good at studying and cannot uphold justice for their father and brother. I ask all the elders to put the overall situation first. The civil strife in Guangtianmen will be ended by the sons of the Song family on their own."
Li Wenxun said coldly: "As long as you understand."
Qi Yunke patted his beloved disciple's shoulder distressedly: "Don't be discouraged. Master has been scolded as a 'trash' for more than ten years since he was a child. Once he gets through the pulse of the 'Sky Fire Dragon', he can make rapid progress in just a moment. Young man It’s not a bad thing to have some setbacks.”
Guangtianmen is different from Siqimen. Not only are they strong in military and power, but most of the forces in the sect are now willing to support Song Xiuzhi. In addition, Song Xiuzhi has completely shied away the blame. Under such circumstances, Qingque Sect and Peiqiong Villa are at war. Forcibly interfering in the affairs of the Song family violated Beichen's taboo of prohibiting internal strife.
To put it simply, the only way to stop the civil strife in Guangtianmen is by Song himself.
After the major matters were agreed upon, everyone decided where to go.
Now that they have decided to punish Yang Heying, Qi Yunke and Zhou Zhizhen decided to go to Qimu Mountain to investigate the evidence, and they must convince the Siqi sect and the world's heroes. Master Fakong expressed his willingness to go with him, so Li Wenxun took his disciples to the nearby Qimu Mountain. Stop by Peiqiong Villa for a while.
Song Yuzhi was anxious to see his father, and Cai Zhao was worried about his parents, so he naturally wanted to go to Luoying Valley (in fact, they also wanted to find Purple Jade Golden Sunflower).
Qi Yunke also thoughtfully gave a Fan Xing family member, "Give Master Song a good diagnosis and treatment. If there is anything you don't understand, I will send a letter to you, Uncle Lei. Alas, it's better for Brother Song to recover as soon as possible."
Fan Xing's family seemed to be stuffed with coptis. After leaving the account, he wanted to complain to Ding Zhuo, but Zhuang Shu told him that someone from Ding Zhuo's hometown reported that an old man in the Ding family was dying and wanted to see Ding Zhuo, his grandnephew, for the last time. So at this moment, Ding Zhuo Either staying by the bedside or attending the funeral.
Cai Zhao laughed heartily and sent the delicate and expensive Fan Xing back to his small tent to rest. He turned around and walked a few steps only to see Master Fakong standing alone under an old withered tree. Cai Zhao saw that the old monk didn't look very good, with a faint air of decline, so she stepped forward to greet him with concern.
Master Fakong smiled and shook his head, "Little donor, guess how old I am this year?"
Cai Zhao guessed from sixty-three to seventy-eight, but the old monk just shook his head.
"The little benefactor adds up the ages of his parents and aunt, and it's almost the same." The old monk looked at Cai Zhao carefully, "When I first met my aunt Cai Nuxia, she was only as old as you, the little benefactor."
Cai Zhao lowered his head and said in a low voice, "It would be great if my aunt could live longer."
Master Fakong shook his head again, "I have lived long enough. All my brothers and sisters have passed away. All the disciples advised me to rest in the temple... Why rest in peace? Is it just to wait for death? They are all monks. All the four elements are empty. Death is in the temple." Is there a big difference between dying on a futon in a temple and dying in the wilderness?"
Cai Zhao smiled softly. She remembered that her uncle, Zen Master Juexing, once said that when he was young, Master Fakong was also a sloppy monk who was free from trivial matters.
"So many heroes, either amazingly talented or brilliant, or devouring mountains and rivers, have withered away one by one, but mediocre people like me are still alive in the world." Master Fakong sighed, "The thing I regret most now is that I didn't have the power back then. I sensed that Lady Cai wanted to kill Nie Hengcheng alone."
Cai Zhao made no sound.
"I can honestly say that I was scared at that time. Nie Hengcheng's minions were all over the world and he was running rampant. I just wanted to protect the disciples and grandchildren in Changchun Temple. I huddled in the temple, but I forgot my responsibility of slaying demons and protecting the world."
Cai Zhao scoffed: "Old Sect Master Yin, the leader of the six sects with so many people, has forgotten his responsibilities and acted like a coward. Let alone Changchun Temple, which is weak and weak, master does not need to feel guilty."
Master Fakong sighed for a long time and suddenly said: "Actually, I once met the benefactor Mu Zhengyang by chance in the wild at night."
Cai Zhao was startled.
Master Fakong said: "At that time, Lady Cai had a fierce battle somewhere. She was seriously injured, but she looked very good. Standing next to her was a tall young man with a blood-red mark on the side of his neck. . This benefactor claimed to be surnamed Yang, and his face was covered with blood and he refused to wipe it off. The old man knew that he did not want to show his true face, so he offered the wound medicine from Changchun Temple and left."
The old monk turned his head and stared at the little girl with a smile, "Although this benefactor is not a good person, in my opinion, his affection for Aunt Ling may not be entirely false."
Cai Zhao was wary: "We just met him briefly and didn't even see his face clearly. Master, that's all he knows?"
