After hearing Xia Muren's dying words, Bodhicitta's eyes widened and his face turned green with anger. Looking sideways at the few masters from Prince Yun's Palace standing aside, he saw that their faces were weird, and they looked a little wary in their eyes. It was obvious that Xia Muren's instigation had an effect, and Bodhicitta secretly cried out: "It's broken! How could I do such a stupid thing!"
Although Jiudian is engaged in the business of killing people for money, it has always abided by the rules of the world, not killing babies, not killing entire families, not killing people with high moral standards, not killing relatives of the emperor...
This is the reason why Jiudian has not been classified as an evil sect by Jianghu people even though he has killed many people over the years. Therefore, although the world knows that Zhang Suiguang is from Jiudian, it does not affect his prestige and reputation in the world.
The bodhicitta did not change for a while, thinking that Xia Muren was going to die, so it was better to let him kill himself, which would be regarded as the moral integrity of the world and the rules of the world. He never expected that Xia Muren would use such a dirty trick before committing suicide. If he had known this, how could bodhichitta allow him a chance to speak!
"Guys, please don't be deceived by him! The Nine Halls and the Salt Gang have all surrendered to Prince Yun's Mansion. Naturally, they are absolutely loyal. How can they turn against you? Please be more relaxed, everyone!" Bodhicitta directed towards those in Prince Yun's Mansion. The leader explained.
"Well, I won't be tempted by his nonsense. Now that the matter is done, we'd better go down the mountain and go back to answer the question as soon as possible!" One of the white-browed old men replied with a smile. Although he said this, he put his hands behind his back and quietly made a martial law gesture. Everyone behind him looked at it, secretly gathering strength and clenching the weapons in their hands.
Bodhicitta is a veteran of many years, how vicious is his vision? Seeing that everyone in Prince Yun's Mansion had retreated to one side, keeping more than ten feet away from the people from Jiudian and Yan Gang, it was known that a sneak attack would be impossible. However, he had already accepted Zhang Suiguang's strict order. After killing Xia Muren, the remaining people in Prince Yun's palace could not stay. At this time, he slightly tilted his head to look at Li Xuechi, and when he saw the other person nodded, his mind settled.
"Mr. Budong, let's go back now!" Bodhicitta said to the white-browed old man with a warm smile.
"Well, okay, let's just say goodbye and let's take the path down the mountain." Xin Budong bowed his hands to Bodhicitta and said goodbye. Although the people from Jiudian and Yan Gang have not shown hostility yet, they must be on guard. It is safest to go down the mountain separately. He has just seen how terrifying the Nine Halls are, and it is not an exaggeration to say that each of them is a god of death. Shen Budong always acted cautiously, and he would not gamble with the lives of himself and the lives of the forty or fifty people behind him.
Bodhicitta twitched the corner of his mouth and cursed secretly, "You old ghost who is afraid of death!" But his face showed a smile, "In that case, please do it yourself!"
Xian Budong nodded to Bodhicitta and Li Xueci respectively, and then said to the experts from Prince Yun's Mansion behind him: "Go down the mountain!" As soon as he finished speaking, he felt the wind ripples behind him, and hurriedly dodged to avoid it, "Hey!" There were still three blood marks on the left back.
He froze his body and saw Bodhicitta clasping the ghost's hand staring at him. The claws of the ghost's hand were still dripping with his own blood.
"It's indeed a demon!" Xin Budong was filled with rage and stopped talking nonsense. He picked up the long sword and went to kill him. In such a situation, if you want to survive, you can only fight your way out. Behind the two of them, one hundred, sixty and seventy people were killed in a mass, and the sounds of miserable screams could be heard one after another.
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"Jianting, where is the prince?" Zhou Xukuan almost rushed into Xia Muchao's camp.
Lu Jianting saw that he was sweating profusely and had a panic on his face, so he hurriedly replied: "The prince just went out and said he was going for a walk. He came back soon. What happened? Why are you so panicked?" He had known Zhou Xukuan for more than ten years. Years ago, it was the first time I saw him so unstable.
Zhou Xukuan didn't have time to explain, he grabbed Lu Jianting's wrist and muttered: "Take me to find the prince quickly, it will be too late!"
"Okay, I'll take you there!" Lu Jianting didn't ask any more questions, and led him to walk quickly out of the tent camp and towards the foot of the stone mountain.
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In mid-June, the heat is at its peak, but Guoshan is very cool. The breeze blows slowly, making people feel very comfortable.
Every happy occasion in life must be drunk. It was the first time for the three brothers Zhan Ming, Zhan Wei and Mei Yuanchen to get together. It was a rare and happy event, so naturally they couldn't help but have a few drinks. There are several stone pavilions in Wuwei Hall, and each stone pavilion is equipped with stone tables and benches for pilgrims to play and rest. The three of them chose a stone pavilion against the overhanging wall and sat down, drinking and chatting.
"Junior brother, it's rare for you to look back, but what can you do?" Zhan Ming put down his wine glass and asked in a clear voice. He and Zhan were brothers and sisters, and they had noticed that there was a worried look on his face, so they asked him.
Zhan Wei sighed heavily and said with deep thought: "There is no need to hide it from you. Last night, I was ordered to observe the stars and explore the fortune, and I found an ominous sign. I still had doubts in my heart, and wanted to go up the mountain to ask my teacher, but I didn't want him to be an old man. I'm not in the view." After saying this, he lost his appetite for wine, put down the wine glass in his hand, and shook his head gently.
"Oh, is this happening? Junior brother has always been free and easy. What kind of misfortune caused you to be like this?" Zhan Ming leaned forward and asked again.
"The Purple Star is dim, and there is a meteor shower in the constellation of the Five Emperors. If my calculations are correct, the lives of the Emperor and several princes are in danger, and the country will face a disaster that has not happened in a century." Zhan Wei lowered his head and replied in a deep voice.
Mei Yuanchen, who had been listening to many words, suddenly stood up and asked urgently: "Brother, is it true? This...my foster father, he...can you count him?" Xia Muchao, Xia Chengcan and Xia Chengyi were the people closest to him, and the stars showed that it was related to several princes. How could he not be anxious?
Zhan Wei raised his head and looked at Mei Yuanchen, with a look of shame on his face, and replied softly: "Junior brother, my Taoism is still shallow, and it is really difficult for me to explore the details. There is a prince who has fallen recently, and it is unmistakable. As for which one it is , which ones, I'm afraid only Master can tell. It's a pity that Master is not here, otherwise he can solve this difficult problem."
Mei Yuanchen sat down slumped, with a gloomy look on his face.
"Junior brother, what the stars show is destiny. The destiny cannot be violated. No matter what happens in the future, junior brother, it is best to take advantage of the situation!" Zhan Wei reached out and patted his shoulder, saying meaningfully.
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The sword is the king of all weapons. How many people in the world use swords?
However, even a swordsman as good as Yi Qilin cannot escape the shackles of sword moves. The sword in their hands is always a weapon.
Qingxuan is different. His sword is just a killing weapon, and his moves are just killing moves. If he draws his sword, it is only to kill.
Within a hundred feet of the palace gate, people are not allowed to hold weapons. This has been an iron law of the Jue Kingdom for more than 300 years, and anyone who violates it will be punished. The eight hundred armored soldiers guarding the palace gate were the executioners.
As morning dawned, the market gradually became noisy. Qingxuan came from the market with a smile on his face, holding his sword and heading towards the palace gate in the morning light...
