Because Lin Pingzhi came to Mount Huashan and his only living relatives were the Wang family in Luoyang, Yue Buqun came down from the mountain this time with the intention of asking Lin Pingzhi to go to his grandfather's house to report that he was safe.
Linghu Chong also came with him, but his complexion was not good, his energy was a little listless, and he even looked a little dazed.
When he descended from Mount Huashan, he was first inexplicably infused with six strands of true energy by the Six Immortals of Peach Valley, and then was forced to suppress the other six paths by monk Bujie with two strands of true energy. Although the eight true qi in the body are now balanced, his own internal strength cannot be used at all, and he is like a useless person.
That's all. The saddest thing is that the person he likes, his junior sister Yue Lingshan, is very close to Lin Pingzhi, and they are very intimate. Even his former senior brother seems to be far away from him.
Huashan sent everyone to Luoyang and followed Lin Pingzhi to the gate of Luoyang Prince's Mansion.
Normally, there would be a few big men waiting in front of the palace gate, and the gate would be wide open... But at this moment, the gate was tightly closed, not to mention that the guards were waiting, and no one came out to greet them even when they arrived in front of the palace gate.
With the momentum and ability of the Wang family in Luoyang, it is absolutely impossible not to know that everyone from Huashan arrived in Luoyang. How could this be the case?
Yue Buqun said: "Pingzhi, go and knock on the door."
Lin Pingzhi said: "Yes, Master!"
Walking up the front steps...it was so quiet, so quiet that it was indescribably weird.
Lin Pingzhi gently clicked the door knocker, followed by several sounds of "Tuk Tuk, Tuk Tuk"... For a long time, there was still no answer!
Just as Lin Pingzhi was about to pull the door knocker again, he suddenly discovered that the door was not bolted, leaving a gap. Pushing the door open hard, there was no one in the front yard.
Yue Buqun led his disciples to the front door. Mrs. Yue frowned slightly and said, "Senior brother, something is wrong."
Yue Buqun nodded slightly and said, "Pingzhi, let's go in and take a look first."
Lin Pingzhi responded and led everyone in quickly...
When they passed the front yard and still saw no one, Lin Pingzhi was so anxious that he was about to shout loudly. His face suddenly turned pale, he took a few steps back and sat down on the ground.
With a clear cry, Yue Lingshan took a few steps forward: "Xiao Linzi, why are you...ah!"
Something is really wrong!
Yue Buqun and others walked quickly, and with just one glance, everyone was almost scared out of their wits. Even Yue Buqun and Ning Zhongze felt their scalps numb and their fingertips cold.
Blood, blood everywhere, except for blood are corpses; corpses are everywhere, blood and water invade the ground, and as far as the eye can see, it is a bare ground with almost no color.
Then a bloody man walked out of the hall, not walking, but crawling.
He uses one hand because he is missing the other one, and he uses one leg because the other one is missing. He shouted while crawling, his voice was trembling, no one could hear what he was shouting, but everyone knew that he was asking for help.
Lin Pingzhi, who was still sitting on the ground, recognized this person, Wang Yuanba, his grandfather!
Wang Yuanba is already over seventy years old, but Ping Ruoli still has a rosy face and is in high spirits. But now, at this moment, now, the spirited old man is indescribably miserable, indescribably frightened, and indescribably terrible.
What is he worried about?
When they thought of this, no one dared to step forward to help, and they even had the idea of leaving this place at the same time.
As soon as the sound of footsteps approached, two more people walked out of the hall. They really stepped out!
One is a little girl with a pale face like them, the other is arbitrary, it’s him!
His silver hair was draped over his shoulders like snow. In addition to his familiar face and silver hair, his body was also dyed red with blood; and the sword was also red; the red was bright and vivid.
Everyone could see it. The blood on his clothes and sword was not his blood, but their blood, and they all died, all in his hands.
There are hundreds of corpses lying on the ground outside the hall, but where are they inside? What should it be like inside?
I can’t believe it, I can’t imagine it!
Someone said: When an ordinary man is angry, blood will be splashed five steps; when the emperor is angry, millions of corpses will be laid down. So is he a common man or an emperor? How could a mortal kill like this? How could a human being do it?
Wang Yuanba turned around and said in horror: "Don't, don't kill me, you can't kill me, you..."
With a swing of the sword, it returned to the scabbard. Wang Yuanba's throat was cut open, and he lost his last hope of life.
Lin Pingzhi finally woke up. Although he was shaking, he still gritted his teeth and said, "Why? Why do you do this?"
Ranyi smiled and said: "They asked me to hand over the evil-proofing sword manual... but I didn't have it. They just didn't believe it and wouldn't listen!"
Lin Pingzhi lowered his head and hissed: "Even so, you don't have to kill anyone, and besides..."
Ran Ran smiled and said, "I just want to kill him, so what can I do?"
Lin Pingzhi stopped talking and did not dare to speak again, but someone wanted to speak for him. Yue Lingshan was stared at by Yue Buqun, and Linghu Chong covered her mouth with his hand.
A silver tooth bit the back of Linghu Chong's hand, and blood started to flow.
Ran Ran looked at Linghu Chong and said, "I didn't like you very much before, but now you seem to be much more pleasing to my eye."
Ning Zhong couldn't bear it anymore and said, "Has your Excellency said enough?"
Yue Buqun suddenly stopped: "Junior sister, shut up!"
Randomly smiled at him, Yue Buqun's face turned pale, but he also apologized... No one expected that he would be like this, like this... Ning Zhong looked at the person beside the pillow in disbelief, and all the disciples also But so.
He patted Qu Feiyan's little head.
"Fei Fei, do you know why Junzi Sword behaves like this?"
Qu Feiyan shook his head.
"If it were another person, he would tell you all the words of a gentleman with righteousness, because if it were another person, he wouldn't be afraid! Even if he couldn't beat that person, that person wouldn't necessarily dare to kill him, the head of the Huashan Sect, even if that person dared Even if I kill him, he can run away. But I am different. He understands in his heart that if I am unhappy, he will only die, and most people will always become very honest when facing death."
No matter how ugly the other people's faces were, Qu Feiyan's face softened slightly and he chuckled: "So Jun Zijian may not be a gentleman, he can just pretend."
He nodded arbitrarily: "You have to remember that if you meet such a person in the future, you must kill him. If such a forbearing person is not removed immediately, there will be future troubles."
Qu Feiyan nodded and said, "Brother, are you going to kill him now?"
As soon as he said this, Yue Buqun's smile froze, and everyone retreated in shock.
Randomly smile and shake your head.
"Brother Ren, aren't you going to kill him? You just weren't..."
Xuanyi smiled and said: "I am different from you... because my name is Xuanyuan, and I can do whatever I want, and I can do whatever I want."
After saying this, he took Qu Feiyan and walked towards the gate.
Everyone stepped aside, passed by everyone, and then disappeared from everyone's sight.
He left, and that extremely arrogant and proud person left. He left, but took away everyone's pride and courage... Their pride is so worthless compared to anyone. Their courage is so worthless in the face of death.
Linghu Chong let go of his hand and watched the man disappear, feeling feelings of envy, respect, and hatred in his heart.
Outside the palace, Ran Ran exhaled a breath of turbid air, and an unprecedented exhaustion swept over him, but even so, he felt indescribable joy in his chest.
His internal strength was almost exhausted. There were 337 people in total, but no one survived from his sword, and no one escaped from his sword. He was so tired that even holding the sword was unstable.
Qu Feiyan said with concern: "Brother Ren, are you okay?"
He shook his head randomly, said nothing, and continued walking.
