The great monk stamped his feet and cursed: "Nonsense! Haven't you heard that your nephew is like your uncle? Why don't you go find her!"
Outside the mountain temple, Ding Zhuo looked confused: "Where are we going?"
"Jiangnan." Mu Qingyan took out the small golden whistle, "To avoid missing it again, you and I will ride the giant roc and go first this time."
He turned his head and said happily, "When I find her, as long as she doesn't make me angry anymore, I won't blame her."
Ding Zhuo: "..."
——I think she will definitely be angry with you again, and you will definitely not blame her for a long time, but I still don’t understand the relationship between men and women. Anyway, as long as you are happy.
Jiangnan, Peiqiong Villa, a quiet monastery room in a remote courtyard on the north side.
Zhou Zhixian inserted three sticks of incense into the incense burner, then put her palms together to worship.
There is a lonely tablet on the confession table, which reads, "The spiritual tablet of my late husband Shao Gong Teng Yun". Zhou Zhixian looked at it with affectionate and gentle eyes, as if this person was still there.
After reading her eulogy as usual, she got up and went to the next door. Mu Qingyan and Ding Zhuo stood up and saluted.
Zhou Zhixian returned the courtesy and extended her hand to invite the two of them to sit down.
The three of them sat around the table, and Zhou Zhixian said softly: "Twenty years ago, there were so many heroes, and my late husband Shao Tengyun really didn't rank among them. Not only was his cultivation level mediocre, but he was also often laughed at for being too cautious. Ping Shu is going. As a knight and righteous man, he didn't go with him. Wu Yuanying called on the heroes to attack Dinglu Mountain, but he also refused. I thought that someone like him who doesn't like to cause trouble would always live to his seventies or eighties, but who knows..."
Mu Qingyan continued: "Who would have known that Nie Hengcheng slaughtered Shao Daxia's disciples in order to practice the "Purple Heart Sutra". Shao Daxia watched his master being kidnapped by the Tiangang Disha camp. In order to save his master's wife and junior brother who had no martial arts, Died tragically at the hands of Zhao Tianba."
When Ding Zhuo heard about this for the first time, he was moved and said: "In order to repay the teacher's kindness and save the weak, Master Shao did not hesitate to die. He is truly a hero that our generation admires!"
Zhou Zhixian shook his head gently: "It doesn't matter whether I am a hero or not, but I am his widow and I cannot disgrace my late husband."
She raised her head and said, "A month ago, Master Mu suddenly sent me a secret letter, telling me the truth about Nie Hengcheng's abduction of my late husband, Master, and asked me, if someone wants to practice the "Purple Heart Sutra" again, I will stop him. Don’t stop it. I replied, if it is true, I will stop it even if I am shattered to pieces.”
Ding Zhuo understood, "No wonder Zhou Nuxia is willing to cooperate with the Demon Cult..."
He casually said the word "Demon Cult" without caring about Mu Qingyan beside him, and Zhou Zhixian smiled softly.
Mu Qingyan raised the tea cup: "I admire the bravery and bravery of Lady Zhou." - Although his intention at that time was to have Zhou Zhixian give Zhou Zhizhen Seven Insects and Seven Flowers Powder in order to control him, he did not have any respect for this middle-aged woman. .
Zhou Zhixian sighed softly, "Now it seems that it is not my cousin who practices the "Purple Heart Sutra", but Sect Master Qi. He first killed Master Fakong and my cousin, and then massacred the Min family. His methods were not ruthless. . What are the next plans for Leader Mu?"
Mu Qingyan's eyes were serious: "What did Zhao Zhao say to Zhou Nuxia?"
Zhou Zhixian smiled, "She told me about your idea - to wait for others to practice the "Purple Micro Heart Sutra" and then do whatever you want."
Rao Muqingyan, who prides himself on being a thick-skinned and invulnerable man, couldn't help but feel embarrassed under Zhou Zhixian's clear and gentle eyes.
He whispered: "I thought wrong, and now I have given up that idea. I dare to ask Zhou Nuxia, where is Zhaozhao now? She will never kill the Qingque Sect alone."
——Recently, he kept thinking of Cai Pingshu's decisive act of using the demon disintegration method to kill Nie Hengcheng. When he thought of Cai Zhao again, he couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.
Zhou Zhixian asked back: "Didn't you also arrange someone around Qi Yunke?"
"The juniors have made arrangements, but..." Mu Qingyan frowned, "According to reports from his subordinates, Qi Yunke has gathered his followers and concentrated his power within the sect. Yang Heying and Song Xiuzhi also led a large number of confidants to travel across thousands of rivers and mountains. After that, all the iron ropes crossing the cliff were cut off."
Ding Zhuo lost his voice and said, "Ah, what about Master Lei and Master Niang?"
Mu Qingyan said: "Nine times out of ten, he has been imprisoned."
Zhou Zhixian's eyes showed worry: "It seems that Qi Yunke's cultivation has reached the last moment, so he completely isolated himself from the outside world and deployed heavy troops around himself to avoid being obstructed. Now, you can't contact the person who secretly arranged it, can you?"
"...Not bad." Mu Qingyan was a little depressed, although he had no intention of stopping him midway, but planned to interfere with Qi Yunke when he was practicing the "Purple Heart Sutra". But when he got to this point, he was completely disgraced.
Zhou Zhixian suddenly smiled, "Actually, Zhao Zhao has already guessed it. Not only did he guess the person you secretly arranged around Qi Yunke, but he also guessed that Qi Yunke would definitely surround himself with everyone when practicing the third level of the "Purple Heart Sutra". Isolated from the world.”
"So?" Ding Zhuo had no clue, "What does junior sister want to do?"
Mu Qingyan stood up suddenly. He understood everything, "Let's go right now..."
"There's no need to go." Zhou Zhixian interrupted gently, "If you rush over at this time, you will definitely pass Zhaozhao just like the previous two times."
Mu Qingyan calmed down and said, "In this case, let's gather our troops and go straight to Fengyunding."
Zhou Zhixian suddenly looked directly at him, "I have always known that your teaching troops are strong and powerful, and that there are many people. So how many people do you plan to bring to the mountains and cliffs?"
"I know that Master Mu wanted to help us stop Qi Yunke's evil deeds, but in the eyes of the world, after two hundred years of evenly matched opposition, your sect finally broke through the natural moat-like mountains and rivers, and bloodbathed the Qingque Sect. In the end, The six sects of Beichen have been disgraced, and your sect dominates the world."
Mu Qingyan understood and said coldly: "Not only do you want me to help, but you also hope that the religious forces will not invade Jiuli Mountain. Zhou Nuxia is too good at thinking."
Zhou Zhixian did not flinch, "Although Qi Yunke is the culprit in this matter, the source is Nie Hengcheng, and Mu Zhengyang, Mu Jiaozhu's uncle, opened the Infinite Hell for his own selfish desires and released demons to harm the world. Mu Jiaozhu As the head of the Mu clan, shouldn’t I bear some responsibilities?”
Mu Qingyan couldn't help but said: "Your Demon Cult leader has called us monsters for two hundred years. Aren't the Demon Cult's monsters supposed to release demons to bring trouble to the world?"
Ding Zhuo said sincerely: "This disciple thinks there is nothing wrong with this."
The gentle middle-aged woman said: "Mu Zhengyang and Nie Hengcheng brought trouble to the world, so Pingshu killed these two evildoers, and their relationship was severed from then on. You are different from them, so Zhaozhao likes you."
Ding Zhuo added: "I think there's nothing wrong with that."
Mu Qingyan had a sullen face and said nothing.
Zhou Zhixian sighed: "Zhaozhao is young, but she understands everything. So she has been trying every means to prevent evil deeds from happening on her own."
"The last person who did this had all his meridians cut off and became a cripple. Does Master Mu hope that Zhao Zhao will be like this too?"
Mu Qingyan remained silent and seemed to be choked with anger.
Ding Zhuo couldn't help but praise: "Nvxia Zhou, you are so amazing."
Qingque Sect, in Muwei Palace.
Yang Heying stared and said, "You have to keep your word. When you achieve great success, will you really teach us your magical skills?"
Qi Yunke said: "One hero has three gangs, otherwise what would I do with you? Without you, I could disconnect the iron cables from thousands of rivers and cliffs, and still be able to practice quietly."
Song Xiuzhi took a step closer: "How do I know you are telling the truth!"
"It's up to you whether you believe it or not." Qi Yunke said calmly, "The news that you, Master Yang, refined the zombie slaves and killed Huang Laoying's family has been spread in the world. Now Taoist Yunzhuan is posting hero posts widely, swearing I have to settle this bloody score with you."
"And Mr. Xiuzhi's position as the head of the clan is not very secure. Now that Song Shijun is seriously injured and Song Yu's whereabouts are unknown, those old people in Guangtianmen have no scruples, so naturally they are not willing to obey you. There are many young and promising children and grandchildren under their knees, and who is not Song? Who can't be the leader of the family? And after you dispersed and expelled Song Shijun's power, you are now alone."
"To deal with these chattering trash, even if you say a thousand words and ten thousand, it is not as good as your incredible skills. You can defeat ten groups with one force. And I have two more helpers. From now on, the three of us can form horns with each other, help each other, and dominate the world. how?"
These words made Yang and Song feel excited.
"Okay, it's a deal!" Yang Heying took the lead and said, "In this way, we will protect you when you practice. When you succeed, you must tell us the secret of practice!"
Song Xiuzhi's eyes were gloomy: "If you don't keep your word, the worst I can do is not become the head of Guangtian Sect, and I will let everyone in the world know what you have done!"
"Don't worry, you two." Qi Yunke said without changing his expression, "Nie Hengcheng almost went crazy with this kung fu back then. It's a good thing that I give it a try for you two first."
Yang and Song thought so, so they left with satisfaction.
Li Wenxun walked out of the darkness and sneered: "These two idiots, why don't you think about it? You are the leader of the six factions, and you have gone through so much trouble to create two big rivals for yourself. Are you crazy?" ?”
Qi Yunke said: "They are not stupid, but greedy. When greed comes first, they don't care about anything else." He turned to look at a respectful figure in the corner, "Building, what do you say?"
Zeng Dalou lowered his head and said firmly: "I was originally a little beggar without a father or a mother. I fell on the roadside and was dying. Only with the help of Master and Cai Nuxia did I become what I am today. No matter what Master wants to do, disciple Knowing that it must be for Lady Cai, the building will definitely swear allegiance to her to the death."
Qi Yunke said with emotion: "It turns out you are still thinking about Ping Shu, I thought you had forgotten it."
Zeng Dalou: “Nvxia Cai’s kindness will never be forgotten by my disciples.”
Qi Yunke nodded.
Li Wenxun asked: "How is your second-level cultivation going?"
"I have passed the customs." Qi Yunke said, "After I adjust my breathing for a few days, I can practice the third level."
After Li Wenxun left, Qi Yunke walked alone to the dungeon.
Walking through cells filled with former Qingque disciples, and indifferently accepting looks of disdain or fear, he came to the last cell. This dungeon is not only spacious, but also very clean and ventilated. There are only three people locked in it.
As soon as Lei Xiuming saw Qi Yunke, he immediately threw himself on the iron railing and cursed: "Qi, why are you so crazy? The leader of the world's best sect refuses to do what he wants and insists on following the evil heretic! Ever since you gave me the snow from Zhaozhao After taking away the saliva of the Linlong Beast, I knew something was wrong with you..."
His limbs were mutilated and he could not stand firmly while holding on to the iron bars. Fan Xingjia quickly stepped forward to help him.
Qi Yunke ignored them, looked directly at the third person, and said softly: "Yuzhi, the injuries on your body are all healed. If you need anything, just tell the master."
Song Yuzhi was sitting alone in the corner. Hearing this, he said coldly: "You are not my master. I don't have a master like you!" After a pause, he continued, "I heard that Song Xiuzhi brought many people here, and you all worked together. What bad thing do you want to do again?”
Qi Yunke did not feel dissatisfied and smiled slightly: "Song Xiuzhi and Yang Heying are both cruel and despicable villains. These people do not deserve to live. When I master my magic skills, I will first use them to sacrifice the flag, and then kill Nether Huang Dao, crush the demon sect and kill Mu Qingyan. By then, the world will be clear and clean, and I can go to see my old friends with peace of mind."
Song Yuzhi couldn't understand: "What on earth are you going to do!"
Qi Yunke looked at Song Yuzhi lovingly, "You went to Jiuli Mountain when you were six or seven years old. I brought you up with my own hands. I know that you have been an upright child since you were a child. Zhaozhao should marry a young knight like you. Noble birth, deep cultivation, upright character, good appearance..."
His eyes were distant, and he seemed to see another person through the dark dungeon in front of him, "Zhao Zhao loves to laugh and play, and is impatient with trivial matters. Yu Zhi, you should be more patient and don't restrain her. In the future, you should treat her well." , I taught you a lesson in vain."
Song Yuzhi stood up and shouted: "My father has not sorry for you, why do you want to provoke the Song family and cause chaos in Guangtianmen!"
Qi Yunke said: "Pingshu said that over the past two hundred years, the six Beichen sects have long been stagnant and self-proclaimed. They follow the old ways, pay attention to pomp and circumstance, and rely on nepotism. Many aspiring young people not only do not have the opportunity to advance, but are even repeatedly suppressed because of their humble origins. "
"Now that Taichu Temple has been abolished, the Siqi Sect is almost gone. The Peiqiong Villa is about to be in chaos. Luoying Valley has always lived in hiding from the world, and Guangtian Sect cannot be left behind. The six Beichen sects should have changed long ago, whether they merge into It’s not a bad idea whether it’s a sect or it completely dies. However, I still leave the Qingque Sect to you and Zhaozhao.”
Song Yuzhi found it incredible, "You have done so many evil things, how do you think people in the world will view the sect in the future?!"
"When I die, you can do whatever you want." Qi Yunke said nonchalantly, "Make my crimes known to the public, sever ties with me, whip me to death, let me have no bones left, or let me remain infamy for thousands of years. In short, what do you and Zhaozhao think? Whatever can be done to restore the sect’s reputation will be done.”
With a calm voice, he leisurely left the dungeon with his hands behind his back.
"Is he crazy...is he crazy..." Lei Xiuming was dumbfounded, "I've only heard of people who regard others as dead people, but he thinks of himself as a dead person!"
Song Yuzhi and Fan Xingjia were speechless.
Qi Yunke walked back from the dungeon to the secret practice room in Muwei Palace.
Doors with exquisite carvings and paintings were opened, and in the dim light, there was a bitter and quiet smell of incense, like the underworld of three reincarnations. Every time he opened a door, he seemed to see an enemy who died tragically——
Yin Dai, Yin Qinglian, and Yang Yi, they were the ones who deserved to die the most and the ones who died the earliest.
Mu Zhengming and Nie Zhe, one of them was named Mu and the other was Nie. They were blood relatives of Mu Zhengyang and Nie Hengcheng. They both deserved to die.
Zhou Zhizhen treated Pingshu badly, and the old monk from Changchun Temple deserved to die for his hypocrisy.
It's a pity that Chang Haosheng seemed to have noticed something and had no choice but to silence him in advance.
Morality is a lie, benevolence and righteousness are sharp weapons, passion is killed by stupidity, and ideals die in nothingness.
In the end, what else is truly worthy of our love and our desperate protection? He has long been confused.
If Pingshu were alive, she would definitely know.
She would always tell him what was right and what was wrong.
Qi Yunke slowly sat in front of the desk, looking up to the sky and closing his eyes.
A hot tear fell down.
