Qi Yunke remained silent.
Cai Zhao understood in her heart, "Master, have you already started practicing the "Purple Heart Sutra"?" She was even more frightened when she thought of the last level of this evil Kung Fu practice.
Master Fakong was shocked: "Ziwei Heart Sutra? You actually practiced Nie Hengcheng's evil skills! Nie Hengcheng killed so many innocent people back then, and you still dare to imitate them. This is deceiving the master and destroying the ancestors!"
"Old monk, don't do this." Li Wenxun twitched the corner of his mouth and gave a sharp smile, "In the mourning hall of my uncle and master, when Deng Fang questioned the death of the two elders, why didn't you stand up for justice? You were actually reciting the curse of death. Very excited.”
"Except for Cai Pingshu, there is no one among the world's heroes who can say a word of injustice to my master and uncle." He said bitterly, "The old monk didn't speak at that time, and there is no need to speak now!"
Master Fakong argued hard: "The demonic sect was very powerful at that time, and the famous and decent sects needed to work together. You have no evidence, how can you question the leader of the first sect in the world!"
"What evidence do you want!" Li Wenxun roared, "Yin Dai and Cang Huanzi fought against Elder Yaoguang, two were killed and one was injured; the three Qingques fought against Elder Kaiyang, and Elder Kaiyang was fine, but it was my master and The master is dead - what's the truth!"
Master Fakong closed his eyes in pain, knowing that it would be useless to say anything more.
Cai Zhao thought in his heart that facing top masters like Elder Kaiyang, capturing him alive was inherently more difficult than killing him. But thinking that it must be Yin Dai's idea to capture Elder Kaiyang alive, she fell silent.
Qi Yunke walked towards Cai Zhao, "Zhao Zhao, come here."
Cai Zhao shrank back and kept saying to himself, 'We must escape'!
Master Fakong suddenly jumped into the air, threw Cai Zhao out of the window, and shouted: "Quickly leave!"
Then he blocked the window with his body and struck Qi and Li with both palms.
Cai Zhao ran forward with all his strength. When he looked back from afar, he saw Master Fakong wilted on the ground, covered in blood.
She never dared to look back, her face was full of tears, her head was covered in cold sweat, and her body was stained with blood, like a bereaved dog running away.
The night was dark and starry, and she ran for her life in the wilderness.
Behind them were numerous pursuers with bows and swords, and the densely packed torches were like the scarlet eyes of poisonous insects.
The south of the Yangtze River is humid. After being soaked by late night dew, the soil is soft and almost muddy. Cai Zhao hides around the dense bushes and vines, not daring to make a sound.
Unexpectedly, at this time, a familiar clear whistle came from the horizon, and the giant roc with shining golden light on both ends gradually flew closer despite the drizzle. It hovered at low altitude and kept chirping, as if calling someone.
The pursuers set their bows and arrows one after another, intending to shoot the two rare giant birds to death. Fortunately, the two giant rocs had suffered from the Song family's archers before, and they always stayed at a height not far or near. The arrows flew high into the air as they approached, and for a while the pursuers were unable to do anything to them.
Cai Zhao looked at them from a distance, filled with the desire to escape, but he bit the little golden whistle several times and released his lips and teeth.
She knew that these two golden-winged giant rocs looked mighty and arrogant, but in fact they were still young, timid and afraid of pain, and had no ability to defend themselves. Once she blew the whistle, it followed the sound and flew low to the ground, instantly becoming a living target.
Cai Zhao hesitated again and again, and finally gritted his teeth and pulled off a hair tie to thread the little golden whistle. Then he quietly ducked behind a lone pursuer and knocked him out.
After taking away the strong bow and arrows, she hid sideways behind a bush and aimed her bow at the giant roc. Although her archery skills are mediocre, her cultivation is far superior to those of these pursuers. Once an arrow is released, it has the potential of a meteor and thunder.
One of the giant rocs seemed to have been hit by an arrow in its neck, and it immediately flapped its wings and screamed.
The two giant rocs knew they were under attack, and immediately swung their giant wings in the air and flew away together, not daring to stay any longer.
"People are here, everyone, come quickly!"
A pursuer found his accomplice who had been knocked unconscious on the ground, and immediately knew where Cai Zhao was hiding.
Cai Zhao immediately dropped her bow and arrow and stumbled into the bushes full of thorns. The sharp thorns tore through her clothes and flesh. She ignored the blood drops and stinging pain on her face and neck and scurried around in a panic.
When she was frightened and panicked, she stepped on the air and Gululu rolled into a pothole full of mud.
Through the tangled vines above her head, Cai Zhao saw the ranks of fire-snake-like torches everywhere, and she knew that the search was getting tighter.
The mud pit was dirty and smelly. She was in it and did not dare to move.
The cruel and indifferent look of the beloved master, the cold and spiteful look of Li Wenxun, the look of Zhou Zhizhen with his eyes open and lying in a pool of blood, the look of Master Fakong slumped by the window covered in blood, the look of his father injured and unconscious with a face like gold paper, the look of his mother Crying anxiously, looking helpless, and Master Jingyuan stubbornly guarding Luoying Valley...
Scenes flashed through her mind, as if she was in a nightmare from which she couldn't wake up.
She was hungry and tired, with a chill to her bones, but the warm orange light seemed so far away that she would never be able to touch it.
"Xiao Zhao'er, one day you will find that mountains will collapse, seas will dry up, the sky will tilt, and the earth will crack. At that time, the only thing you can rely on is yourself."
Cai Zhao suddenly opened his eyes.
She calmly curled up her body into a ball and submerged deeper into the mud. At the same time, her energy dropped from her Dantian. She calmed down and adjusted her breath in an orderly manner, waiting for her pursuers to leave without success.
It was already bright outside, but Mu Qingyan was still in the cave.
He sat lazily against the wall opposite the withered bones, gently lifting the broken armor in his hand, and the two halves of the breastplate made a clanging sound.
The Luo family's black iron breast mirror lives up to its reputation. It is harder and more flexible than the black iron giant gong in front of the Chaoyang Palace. Elder Yaoguang's Poisonous Python Heart Palm back then only left a dent on the top and did not damage the flesh and blood inside. Wu Yuanying was stunned by Elder Yaoguang's internal power.
However, such a breast-protecting mirror was split in half diagonally from top to bottom with a knife, and the flesh and bones behind the mirror were cut off at the same time. Such a ruthless and decisive move, the person who cut it must have a temperament. He is strong, brave and fearless, and when he swings the sword, he is full of anger and determination, so he goes all out.
Uncle Cheng approached gently: "Sir, you have been holding on for two days, it's time to rest."
Mu Qingyan acted as if he hadn't heard anything and continued to shake the breast shield: "Tell me, how much does this man hate Mu Zhengyang? He cuts the knife so hard without leaving any room for it." - The lover who once made an appointment to have a white head, How could he be so cruel once he turned against her?
Uncle Cheng said in a low voice: "The eldest son said that the second master killed many innocent people and his death was not unjust. Master, please go and rest first. You will continue to find Miss Zhaozhao when you come back..."
Mu Qingyan was startled for a moment, then laughed to himself: "She hates me so much that I want to die. What will I do if I get her back?"
When he stood up, he said casually, "Uncle Cheng, weren't you thinking about collecting Mu Zhengyang's body before? Now that his bones have been found, you can find a coffin for him."
Uncle Cheng looked at the withered bones and sighed softly, "Although the eldest son has already said that the second son has passed away, the old slave thought that as long as he didn't see the body, there might be a chance. I didn't expect that he was really dead. He died more than ten years ago. Alas, the second young master also had a very miserable life."
Mu Qingyan stopped and asked, "Did Cai Pingshu tell his father that Mu Zhengyang is dead?"
Uncle Cheng replied, "Yes, that night, Daxia Chang brought a girl who was always coughing lightly to visit the eldest son in Busi Zhai. At that time, the old slave did not know that she was the famous Cai Pingshu. Xia."
"...Uncle Cheng." Mu Qingyan turned around hesitantly, "Father, do you admire Cai Pingshu?"
——This is a doubt he has had vaguely since he was a teenager. It is interesting to think about it. Twins with completely opposite temperaments are very likely to like the same woman.
Uncle Cheng had a complicated expression on his face and did not answer directly, "I also asked this question at that time. The old slave saw that the eldest son had been sitting in front of the window, looking at the direction where the girl was leaving, so he asked, 'Master, who are you? I don’t mean anything to that girl.”
Mu Qingyan was curious: "What did father say?"
Cheng Bo replied: "The eldest son said that he actually felt more sad."
"The old slave asked again, 'Are you sad that we didn't meet each other by chance before and missed each other?'"
"The eldest son said no. He was just sad that he couldn't help the girl when she was in the most difficult time."
"The eldest son said that he was the only one who had a breath, and he couldn't watch that girl being forced to a dead end by herself. She actually used the method of disintegrating the demon, and in the end, all the meridians in her body were severed, and she became a disabled person."
"The eldest son said that she was the best girl in the world. She should have been happy and happy all her life. Oh, what a pity..." Uncle Cheng sighed and left.
Mu Qingyan was stunned, as if struck by lightning.
Back in Busi Zhai, he took a shower and changed his clothes, then lay in a recliner under the window and was lost in thought. He repeatedly experienced his father's thoughts at that time - "...she is the best girl in the world, and she should be happy all her life...a happy life."
"As long as she is happy throughout her life, does it not matter whether she has her or not?"
Half-drowsing, the sky became dim again, and Lian Shisan suddenly rushed in, panting: "Master, come quickly, Dajin and Erjin are back!"
Mu Qingyan woke up immediately, put on his clothes and went out, only to see two huge golden-haired birds falling in the courtyard, whimpering and rubbing against Uncle Cheng.
"Master, come and see!" Lian Shisan ignored Dajin's angry resistance and forced its head to reveal the golden collar around its neck - this is used to stabilize the body when riding on the back of the giant roc. For example, the bridle of a horse.
Mu Qingyan peeled off the rich feathers on Dajin's neck and saw an arrow shaft inserted diagonally in the intricately engraved gold collar. There was a familiar silk satin hairband wrapped around the arrow shaft, and there was a small thing hanging from it. He picked it up and saw that it was his little golden whistle.
The arrow head had been removed from the arrow shaft, but Jipeng was frightened and thought he was injured, so he flopped back to the Hanhai Mountains.
Mu Qingyan held the little golden whistle stained with traces of blood, and countless ominous thoughts came to his mind.
Lian Shisan slapped the giant roc and cursed: "You useless coward!"
He turned around and said, "Sir, Miss Zhaozhao has returned both the big and the second piece of gold. Does she plan to break up with you?"
"No, something must have happened to her." Mu Qingyan murmured to himself, "If it was good, she wouldn't give them back so happily. Maybe something happened to the whole Beichen."
——Now, should he wait for those noble sects to come forward when they are desperate and reap the benefits, or should he lose face and become a thankless evildoer of the demon sect?
Zhaozhao, what do you think?
The pursuers searched the area repeatedly for a day and night without success, and finally concluded that the man had left, so they retreated.
Cai Zhao waited for a while, and then struggled out of the mud pit after making sure it was safe.
After washing her face in the cold mountain spring, she strode firmly towards the direction where there was still a hint of skylight ahead.
Chapter 135
"She hasn't been found yet? Where can she, an injured little girl, hide?" Qi Yunke's eyes were gloomy. If anyone who knew him at this moment saw his solemn and cold look, they would be shocked.
Li Wenxun said with a cold face: "If you haven't found it, you haven't found it. Don't forget, she has at least learned about Ning Xiaofeng's disguise skills. She can just find a farmhouse, change her clothes and paint her face, and she can sneak out easily. "
Seeing Qi Yunke's gloomy face, he added, "It's important. Now you should practice the "Purple Heart Sutra" as soon as possible, so as not to suffer from long nights and many dreams and fall short of your achievements."
Qi Yunke thought for a while and said decisively: "Let's go back to the cliffs of thousands of rivers and mountains first, and leave...Situ Hui to deal with the aftermath."
Li Wenxun's eyes flashed, "...Haha, you really hold a grudge."
Qi Yunke said coldly: "To each other."
Zhou Zhizhen died violently, leaving Peiqiong Villa completely deserted, and cries could be heard a mile away.
A group of people in gray clothes with white belts around their waists came to express their condolences. Zhou Yuqi, who was wearing hemp and wearing mourning, thanked him in a low voice.
The leader, a chubby man, saluted Zhou Zhixian with a smile on his face, "The demon sect is so rampant that it even killed two great heroes in the world. Our sect master was worried that the Qingque Sect would also be attacked, so he had to go back with Master Li overnight and sent me to offer incense on his behalf. , I hope the heroine Zhou won’t be surprised.”
Zhou Zhixian frowned, said a few polite words first, and then asked: "Is this senior brother also from the Qingque Sect? Why have I never seen him before? I don't know his surname."
The round fat man was very kind: "Situ Hui, I am doing some menial work under the old Sect Master Yin. It is unusual for Zhou Nuxia to have never seen him. If not for the fact that none of the disciples around Sect Master Qi are here, it would not be my turn to express condolences anyway. , please forgive Zhou Nuxia, after this incident, our sect master will definitely pay homage to Master Zhou in person."
Zhou Zhixian knew that Yin Dai secretly supported many masters who did dirty work, so he said: "It's easy to talk."
After Situ Hui put on the incense, he glanced at Mrs. Min who was about to faint from crying behind the bamboo curtain, and said nonchalantly, "This is the old lady, she doesn't look good. Why don't you go back and ask Lei?" Master, come and take a look?"
Zhou Zhixian sighed: "Oh, how could it not be pitiful for a white-haired person to give a black-haired person to someone else? What's more, the most proud thing in my life is my cousin's son. Now... I just hope she can recover soon."
Behind the bamboo curtain, Mrs. Min, Min Xinrou and all the men and women of the Min family surrounded Mrs. Min like stars over the moon. They coaxed and persuaded Mrs. Min and finally stopped her tears.
Situ Hui smiled and said, "Yes, I just hope that the old lady will get over it soon."
The next night, the Min family, which had been dependent on the Zhou family for fifty years, was bloodbathed by the demonic cult. All the family members, old and young, were stripped of their dogs and chickens. The mansion half a mountain away from the Peiqiong Villa was burned to the ground. Only those who married into the Zhou family were burned to the ground. The two Min wives and the soon-to-be-married Min Xinrou survived.
Mrs. Min fainted on the spot after hearing the news. She was completely paralyzed when she woke up. After that, her eyes were crooked, her mouth was slanted, and she couldn't control her bowel movements.
To the east of Shangcheng is the settlement of Baimao Yin family.
Cai Zhao stood in front of the gate of Yin's manor in a dusty state, and immediately noticed something was wrong. The huge manor was completely silent at the moment, and the chirping of birds and animals could not be heard. She walked inside and found the dead bodies and body parts of strong men on the ground.
