"Master, look, there are dead people!" Lian Shisan pointed forward.
Mu Qingyan took a closer look.
This frame is very tall, and his height and shoulder width are about the same as Mu Qingyan's.
The man has turned into withered bones, but the black brocade robe embroidered with complex golden patterns on his body can still be recognized. The familiar pattern of stars and vast sea is the magic needle skill passed down by Uncle Cheng's family.
Mu Qingyan carefully uncovered the skeletal chest, and saw a very deep knife mark slashing diagonally from the man's right shoulder to his left abdomen. All the ribs that the knife mark passed through had been cut off, and almost the entire upper body was split diagonally.
Lian Shisan couldn't help but gasped: "Oh my god, what a fierce sword technique! It almost split the person in half!"
There was also a breastplate worn under the withered clothes. Mu Qingyan took it off and took a closer look, and found that there was a breastplate made of black iron embedded in the breastplate. He closed the breast shield that had been split in half, and the slightly protruding back was engraved with the word 'Luo' in an ancient script.
Mu Qingyan was startled at first, and then remembered Luo Yuanying's words at the Beichen Ancestor Ceremony two years ago.
What did she say at that time - the Luo family had a black iron breast mirror passed down from family, Wu Yuanying rushed to Dinglu Mountain, and Luo Yuanying begged him to wear it.
Later, Wu Yuanying was captured, and the black iron heart mirror naturally fell into the hands of Yaoguang's family. However, Elder Yaoguang died immediately at the hands of Yin Dai and Cang Huanzi. His henchmen retaliated in large numbers. The battle was brutal and many people died, so no one cared about the captured Luo family breast mirror. .
Mu Qingyan suddenly remembered something. When he was looking up Elder Qiu's deeds, he had read this passage - Elder Qiu noticed that Nie Hengcheng's temperament was becoming increasingly violent and unstable. He was worried that something might happen to Mu Zhengming, so he dug out a treasure armor from the treasure house. He gave it to Mu Zhengming at Nie Hengcheng's birthday party.
Everyone attending the banquet knew clearly that the treasure armor presented by Elder Qiu was just a raft, but he wanted to remind Nie Hengcheng not to hurt Mu Zhengming in front of everyone.
Mu Qingyan was carrying the old breastplate, and the two halves of the black iron breastplate nailed to the chest and abdomen still shone with a faint cold light.
In a daze, he seemed to see two handsome young people who were exactly the same talking, one was elegant and gentle, the other was unruly and flamboyant——
"Ayang, you should go out less these days. Nie Hengcheng is getting older and his temper is getting worse. The disciples in the sect often get into trouble. If he knows that you have been running away, he will definitely not let you go."
"Don't worry about me, I have sense. Won't Old Gou Nie let me go? Huh, I won't let him go! One day, I will ask him to live or die! And none of the dogs under him... Can’t run away!”
"I know you feel aggrieved. I don't care what you do outside. At least put on this breastplate. It might save your life at a critical moment. You should be careful outside."
"...Thank you, brother."
The two halves of the breast shield collided lightly, making a ding-dong sound - Mu Qingyan came to his senses.
He saw Lian Shisan standing aside, looking like he wanted to speak but didn't dare, so he said in a loud voice: "Let's go to another secret passage in the cave to have a look."
The golden-winged giant roc naturally hates crowded places, so Cai Zhao had no choice but to land in the wilderness outside the city.
The mountains and water in the land south of the Yangtze River are warm. Even in the middle of winter, it is not as cold as in the Hanhai Mountains. People's foreheads will go numb.
Cai Zhao took a deep breath of the cool, refreshing air and walked leisurely on the stone street. Night has fallen, and various styles of paper lanterns are hung under the eaves of the shops on both sides. The orange light is soft and warm, making people feel comfortable just looking at it.
Thinking that something important was important, she did not dare to delay, and hurried through the crowd, exited from the west gate of the town, bypassed the lake as flat as a mirror, and the elegant gate of Peqiong Villa was in front of her.
Just as Cai Zhao was about to go over, he suddenly found several disciples of Li Wenxun patrolling at the door.
With a thought in her mind, she bypassed the main door and quietly climbed over the high wall on the side. Under the cover of night, she performed light skills according to the paths of the villa in her memory, like a small flying flower, leaping through the treetops.
Mu Qingyan finished walking the mountain path on the right. There were also the same cave full of luminous pearls and oil lamps, as well as the same study room, craftsman's workshop, and work room, but there were no traces of fighting or dead bones.
Like the mountain road on the left, the exit of the mountain road on the right is also outside the Netherworld Road, but the two exits are located at different locations at the foot of the mountain, one east and one west, far apart.
Viewed from top to bottom, the two mountain roads are like an 'eight' figure, with the entrances closely juxtaposed, and then gradually extending down the mountain in two different directions until the exit.
"What does this mean? Why did this person arrange two identical mountain roads?" Lian Shisan seemed to be lost in the clouds.
Mu Qingyan replied: "In order to avoid people's eyes and ears while practicing, and also to have an extra way to survive when Nie Hengcheng is discovered."
Lian Shisan still doesn’t understand.
Mu Qingyan looked gloomy, "If you put yourself in his shoes, Nie Hengcheng wants to raise you to death, but you are not willing to do it. Is there a better place in the Hanhai Mountains than the 'Forbidden Tomb' for you to hide and practice and study?"
Although Nie Hengcheng could convince others that "the world is for the capable," he could not help but feel uncomfortable when facing the undead in the "forbidden tomb". Therefore, not only did he come as often as he could, but he also did not allow his disciples and disciples to come near this place to avoid blasphemy.
Mu Qingyan added: "Furthermore, once Nie Hengcheng is aware of it, if there are few people chasing him, he can escape directly like Cai Zhao. If there are many people chasing him, these twin caves can be divided into half for him." Chasing troops.”
"Just for such a little luck, you spent so much effort to dig out two secret passages?" Lian Shisan was dumbfounded, "How much effort does this take? This person is really ruthless!"
Mu Qingyan murmured: "If I had endured the suffering that man suffered, suffered the injustice he suffered, and harbored the same deep-seated hatred as that man, I might be able to do such a thing."
This man once worked hard as a coolie under the scorching sun. He was a boy under the age of twelve, helpless, endured bullying and looked down upon, and could only exchange for a small amount of coarse food for a whole day's hard work;
This man once traveled thousands of miles for a dying man's words, for a glimmer of hope, and was willing to take dangerous risks, just to win a future.
He seemed to be connected with this man.
They have the same bloodline and the same body shape and appearance. Sometimes, he seemed to understand Mu Zhengyang's decisive approach better than his father's indifference and self-preservation.
Zhou Zhizhen's study is located in an exquisite and quiet ebony courtyard. He doesn't like too many people to serve him, so he often hides in his study alone to write and paint.
Cai Zhao jumped down from the dense winter pine branches and saw Zhou Zhizhen from afar through the open window, concentrating on reading at his desk. She pursed her lips and smiled, then stepped forward cautiously, hoping to scare him.
Suddenly, she glanced over and unexpectedly saw Li Wenxun walking through the fan behind Zhou Zhizhen and walking towards Zhou Zhizhen's back step by step.
Cai Zhao's heart was ringing with alarm. He kicked hard on the carved wooden railing and rushed towards the study room like an arrow from a string. He passed several railings under his feet and shouted at the same time: "Uncle Zhou, watch your back! "
At the same time, she caught a glimpse of Qi Yunke pushing the door into the study from the other side. She was overjoyed and shouted at the window lattice of the study: "Master, hurry up and save Uncle Zhou, Li Wenxun is not a good person!"
When she shouted these two words, Li Wenxun had already jumped up high and shot out with both palms.
Zhou Zhizhen seemed to notice something moving behind him, and immediately stood up and turned around to defend himself against the enemy.
Qi Yunke seemed to have heard Cai Zhao's cry, and took a long leap forward and rushed towards Li Wenxun.
Cai Zhao jumped into the study room crawling over and over, thinking that Qi Zhou and the others would be able to defeat Li Wenxun together.
Sooner or later, two figures leaped in the air, and there was a bang. Zhou Zhizhen and Li Wenxun faced each other with their palms facing each other. They were evenly matched, and they both bounced away with a muffled grunt.
At this moment, Qi Yunke rushed over, and Cai Zhao smiled as he watched him fly towards Li Wenxun...
Then her smile solidified.
Qi Yunke hit Zhou Zhizhen in the back with a heavy palm, and Zhou Zhizhen suddenly spurted blood and fell to the ground. Qi Yunke took a step forward, stepped on Zhou Zhizhen's chest with one foot, and trampled him to the ground.
Zhou Zhizhen kept spraying blood from his mouth, with disbelief in his eyes: "You, why are you..."
Cai Zhao was like an icicle, unable to move or speak. His whole body felt like he was in an ice cave, with a bone-piercing cold that made him numb. She leaned against the window lattice weakly, her ten fingers digging into the wooden frame tightly, and wooden thorns pricked into her fingers. The pain woke her up.
"Master, what are you doing?" She said stupidly.
"Master, what are you doing?!" she screamed, tears pouring down her face instantly.
As if he hadn't heard anything, Qi Yunke grabbed the air with his right hand, and the sword hanging on the wall was unsheathed and flew towards him.
He pointed his sword at Zhou Zhizhen at his feet, "Just because you treat Pingshu badly."
"If you had treated Pingshu well back then, Pingshu would never have left Peiqiong Villa. It was all your fault. You hurt Pingshu's heart, and that's why she was seduced by Mu Zhengyang."
His eyes were surprisingly calm, as if he was saying something very natural, "You have been engaged to Hepingshu since you were young. She has been gone for five years. It's time for you to go down and accompany her."
Seeing Qi Yunke swinging his long sword high, Cai Zhao screamed and rushed to stop him. Li Wenxun turned sideways to intercept, and the two of them exchanged palms in the air.
Li Wenxun stepped back three steps in a row. Cai Zhao's chest was filled with blood, his back hit the wall hard, and he fell to the ground. There was a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth.
Qi Yunke glanced at Li Wenxun reproachfully, "Why do you do something so heavy-handed to a child?"
Li Wenxun adjusted his breath and said, "She was raised by Cai Pingshu. If I don't try my best, I will be defeated now."
"That's true." Qi Yunke smiled proudly and waved his sword lightly.
Blood spattered, Zhou Zhizhen's throat was sealed with a sword, and he died on the spot.
"Uncle Zhou! Uncle Zhou!" Cai Zhao covered his chest and knelt down, looking at the scene in front of him in disbelief.
She was choking and dizzy at the moment, as if countless black crows were flapping their ferocious wings and attacking her. Their sharp beaks pecked her whole body in pain and her flesh was dripping with blood.
Qi Yunke threw away his sword and walked slowly towards Cai Zhao: "It's good that Zhao Zhao is back. Where are your third and fifth senior brothers? Are they walking slowly behind?"
Zhou Zhizhen's body lay on the ground, his eyes still open, and the blood dripping all over the ground was still steaming. He could actually look gentle and kind. Cai Zhao backed away in horror, as if he didn't recognize this elder who had loved her since childhood.
Qi Yunke said: "Zhao Zhaohao, you go back to Qingque Sect to recuperate first. When Master finishes everything, this world will be yours."
Cai Zhao spoke with difficulty: "You killed more than a dozen members of the Chang family, as well as Nie Zhe and Sun Ruoshui?"
Qi Yunke nodded.
"Lu Fengchun and Song Xiuzhi were all ordered by you?"
"You can say that."
Cai Zhao moved his eyes to Li Wenxun, "Where's Wang Yuanjing, was it you who killed him?"
"Yes." Li Wenxun confessed and said contemptuously, "Such a despicable villain should have been cut into pieces long ago."
Cai Zhao was confused: "But neither you nor Master participated in the battle when the Six Sects invaded Netherworld Huangdao?"
"It was my fourth senior brother who saw Wang Yuanjing heading towards the Eight-claw Heavenly Prison." Li Wenxun said, "The fourth senior brother mentioned it to me when he came back. At first, I didn't take it to heart until the head learned that Wu Yuanying was being imprisoned at that time. In the Eight-claw Heavenly Prison, we immediately guessed Wang Yuanjing’s deeds of refusing to save him until he died.”
Qi Yunke said: "They are all deserving of death. Zhaozhao does not need to feel sad."
"What about my father? Should he die too?" Cai Zhao cried, "The men in black in Xuankong Temple were also sent by you, right? They injured my father and wanted to kill him and silence him!"
"Zhaozhao made a mistake. They just want to kill the people in Xuankong Temple." Qi Yunke said, "I hurt you to protect you and teach you not to get in the way. Now Xiaochun, Xiaofeng, and Master Jingyuan are safe and sound. Isn’t it great to stay in Luoying Valley separately?”
Cai Zhao recalled that when the man in black said "kill" that night, he was indeed shouting at Master Jingyuan. If she hadn't used 'Heavy Rain and Thunder', the men in black wouldn't have been inspired to kill.
"But why?" She was confused, "Why on earth did you do this? Kill so many people!"
Qi Yunke coaxed her like he was a child: "Zhaozhao, be good. Master is going to do a big thing. In short, Master will not harm you. You have to be obedient."
Li Wenxun became impatient, "Catch her first, and you can teach her slowly later."
Qi Yunke nodded.
The two of them were about to take action when they suddenly heard a loud bell-like sound of the Buddha's name outside the window.
"Amitabha!" The familiar old voice came from far away. The old monk with white eyebrows and eyebrows stood with his eyes lowered, his face full of dismay, "The Buddha cannot tolerate the behavior of the two donors!"
"Do it!"
Following Li Wenxun's low shout, he and Qi Yunke leaped forward, attacking Master Fakong one after another.
"Master, be careful!" Cai Zhao pressed the knife buckle on his waist and leapt over to join the battle - although Master Fakong has profound cultivation, he is old and frail after all, while Qi Yunke and Li Wenxun are both in their prime.
Unexpectedly, Master Fakong responded to the enemy boldly, drew a semicircle in the air with his left arm, and knocked back Li Wenxun with a bang. His right arm's sleeve shrank slightly, and then he suddenly punched out. It was one of the Changchun Temple's unique skills, the "Glorious Eyes Vajra Fist".
Qi Yunke's face was as dark as water, but he actually responded with one palm.
Punch and palm struck hard, Qi Yunke stayed still, but Master Fakong was knocked away and fell from the air like a kite with a broken string. Cai Zhao caught him in the middle of the attack.
Just now, when Qi Yunke struck out that palm, it was like a huge wave coming towards his face. Dust was flying around him. The pens, inks, paper and inkstones on the desk, and the stove chairs and stools on the ground were all stirred up, as if they were all caught in an astonishing air current. .
Master Fakong gasped intermittently, and blood kept pouring out of his mouth and nose, "You, this is not the Kung Fu of the Qingque Sect! It is not the Kung Fu of a famous and upright family at all! What evil skills have you secretly practiced!"
