The moment Jing Hengbo went berserk, the whole tortoise shell, and even the farther places, were not at peace.
There are fairy mountains outside the world, and the mountains are in the void.
The top of the mountain is covered with snow all the year round. From a distance, it is a piece of pure white connected to the blue sky. Those snow lights are shining under the rays of the sun, clean and sacred.
There are no people living ten miles around the snow mountain, and there are villages ten miles away. People in those villages, when the weather is fine, climb up and look far away, and they can see white smoke and silhouettes floating above the snow mountain from time to time.
They thought it was a fairy. A fairy who absorbs clouds, breathes out neon lights, and manipulates the energy of heaven and earth. Mortals must not collide, otherwise they will suffer disaster.
There is a reason for saying this. Ten years ago, some people were greedy for prey in the mountains and went hunting in the mountains, but they never returned. There are also some rangers who came from afar, heard that there are immortals in the mountains, or they didn't believe it, or yearned for it, and they went into the mountain to find out, regardless of the obstruction, but they also never returned.
Over time, the legend has become a fact, a silent taboo. Villagers think that is not a fairy, what is a fairy? They are not involved in the world of mortals, and no one has seen the immortals in the mountains for so many years; they come and go, sometimes they can see people's shadows flashing like smoke, disappearing suddenly, except for immortals, how can ordinary people do this.
Villagers often look up at the fairy mountain, thinking that the most senior and most powerful fairy must live at the highest point of the mountain, eating only clouds and bathing in the sky every day.
the highest point of the mountain.
The snow that does not melt all the year round is below the knees of people. There are indeed countless figures swimming on the snow. Those people are all dressed in thick white brocade, holding long whips with barbs in their hands, walking in the deserted snow. Walking up and down, it seemed that he was patrolling something, but no one could be seen on the snow.
A group of people dressed in the same clothes came up from the side of the mountain road, each with a basket in their hands, and the patrolling people on the mountain went up to them, counted the number, and said dissatisfiedly, "Why are there fewer and fewer people?"
"It's not easy." Humanity who came up from the mountain said, "Abandoned babies, disabled children, children who were abducted, and concubines who were abandoned by the mistress of rich families, all can be found. Some poor families can't support them. I also spent some money to get the children back. The conditions in the wilderness are harsh and the births are not prosperous, so how can they stand up to our batch after batch search."
"If you can't, go to the surrounding small countries and try." The inspector on the mountain took a basket, and there was a baby in the basket, which was only half a week old. The face looks very cute.
But the man looked at it indifferently as if looking at a stone, then took off the baby's clothes in two or three, and threw them into the snow.
Before the cry could be heard, it was covered by snow, the snow sank a few feet, and the snow next to it moved slightly, and the inspector whipped his whip down.
"Don't move!"
There was a muffled bang, snowflakes splashed everywhere, and a long bloodstain faintly appeared on the snow, which was soon covered by snow coming from all around.
The snow was quiet.
The people around didn't seem to have seen this scene, and quickly stripped the babies in their baskets and threw them into the snow.
Some babies cry loudly, some whimper and chirp, and then disappear, and some can't even make a sound.
The inspector who spoke first listened dissatisfied, and snorted, "It's getting worse!"
The person who sent the baby up from the mountain lowered his head as if he had made a mistake, knowing that the rewards he could receive for this hard work were limited.
The inspector waved to him, "Go down and collect the reward. Maybe this time I will give you a different mission."
The man who brought the baby up the hill went down. The inspector looked at the time and said, "Pick it out in half an hour."
"yes."
The inspector continued to patrol with the whip. He and his companions walked in the snow without leaving any traces. When they saw a slight movement in the snow under their feet, they slapped the whip down.
The snow field calmed down, and he walked to the end of the snow field, where there was a cliff.
"It's time for the last batch," he said.
The subordinates scraped through the snowdrifts and dragged out some stiff bodies. Most of them were three or four-year-old boys, their bodies in thin clothes were stiff and blue, and they had already froze to death under the snow.
With a whip, he poked it carefully like poking pork, and occasionally found one that still had a breath, and said, "Send it to the back mountain."
After a group of children finished watching, only two were still alive. He sighed, shook his head, and said, "One year is not as good as one year."
After dealing with this batch, he went down a little bit. After a section of mountain road, there was a short section of waterfall. Under the waterfall sat a dozen or so children aged seven or eight. on the head.
The children were blue and shivering, trying to sit cross-legged on the icy boulder, trying to survive the continuous rush of the ice water above their heads, and not slide down the boulder. The rocks are covered with crushed ice and are round on all sides.
The ice crystals in the waterfall are randomly generated, some are large and some are small, some are sharp and some are round. The small, round ones are just a lump on the head, and the big and sharp ones may end up piercing the Tianling Cap.
Here, not only ability is needed, but luck is also needed.
When the inspectors arrived, a large ice ridge was falling down the waterfall and landed on the head of a child. The child let out an ouch, blood spattered from his head, and he leaned over and slid down the boulder.
When he fell, he stretched out his little frozen arms in vain, as if begging for a pair of rescue hands.
However, no one rescued him. His companions gritted their teeth and fought against their own fate. The patrolman folded his arms coldly, his eyes pierced by the arrow of fate as if he saw a cowardly deer.
Losers have no claim to redemption.
This is an iron example of snow mountain.
The child's frail body fell down and was drawn into the rolling ice stream. There was a ditch under the waterfall. The child who fell would be drawn into a dark cave in the mountain, rot in the deep water, and never see the light of day.
The ice stream turned pink for a moment, and then became clear again. The water flowed endlessly, and no amount of blood could stain it red.
The rest of the children witnessed the ending of their companions, most of them remained expressionless and continued to sit still.
If you don't sit still, the next one will be yourself.
The inspector moved on.
There is a dark hole in front of it. Once you enter, you can feel a completely different temperature from the outside—hot, like countless furnaces ignited inside.
After surviving under the Bingliu Waterfall for three days, I came here immediately. Under the blows of cold and heat, those with weaker physiques would immediately collapse.
The ones that don’t fall down can enter the small holes in the dark cave. There are such small holes on both sides of the dark cave.
They cannot hesitate, however, and must step in immediately.
Walking into that dark cave, there are also mysteries. Some are real heavenly fire caves, which will be incinerated into ashes as soon as they enter; some are blood chalcedony caves that can temper the body. The advanced Huoyuangong Cave can be used for body training, Qi replenishment, and profound mental methods on the wall of the cave.
Walking into different holes will lead to different endings. But what is needed here is not luck, but wisdom.
At the beginning of entering the cave, there will be some clues and hints to guide the choice of the cave. But no one will prompt you, only discover with your own understanding and wisdom.
How many children have survived the tortoise breath in the snow, survived the icy waterfall, entered this cave, felt the long-lost warmth, believed the guide's words that "every cave has a great fortune", and hurriedly found a cave to keep warm. In this way, he lost his life.
Only the most careful, prudent and intelligent children can pass this level.
The inspector passed the only safe way in the cave, and the sound of his footsteps was hollow and far away. There were people in many caves around him. He saw a child enter the Tianhuo Cave.
He smiled slightly, slightly maliciously.
Almost instantly, a red light flashed in the darkness, and a cloud of gray popped out, scattered on his clothes and under his feet.
There was not even a scream, and it was instantly erased from the world. His family members may think that he is enjoying a blessing somewhere, not knowing that his child has already entered **** and reincarnation.
The inspector curled his lips, scolded a fool, casually brushed off the ashes on his sleeve, and stepped on the fine ashes to the outside of the cave.
He likes this patrol road very much. It is warm, safe, and easy. There is no need to use a whip to whip those who cannot help moving under the snow, and he will not be cut by the ice pick of the waterfall on his hands and face. The sky fire in the cave can help him solve everything.
There was a rustling sound under my feet, a lot of gray and white dust, and it was very comfortable to walk.
There were screams behind him, it was in the blood chalcedony cave, people who suffered from the pain of bone replacement were howling, the hot blood chalcedony would stick to their muscles and bones, washing away their muscles and bones over and over again. The shrill scream hit the thick wall of the cave, and the cave was full of frightening echoes.
Accompanied by the flashes of red light, the ashes kept pouring out, like hell.
He felt very kind.
Everyone living here has come here and got used to it. Even because of this, seeing those foolish people who have fallen into the ashes of the sky, they will still have a sense of superiority in IQ.
He saw a little light in front of him, and he was about to go out of the cave, so he quickly turned up his collar, it would be very cold outside.
Out of the hole is a frozen lake. From a long distance, you can see the icy lake like a mirror, with ice edges about a foot long, like swords and trees on the side.
There are also people in the frozen lake, some shirtless teenagers, fighting on the frozen lake.
They were barefoot, holding swords, and the light of the swords was as cold as ice edges. All the moves are aimed at the opponent's vital points.
Because out of two people, only one can live.
On the faces of those teenagers, there were mostly ice beads reflecting light—they were condensed teardrops.
To be able to live up to now, to live here, I have been with my companions for many years. Moreover, the host will choose the sword with the best friendship.
Only by being unfeeling and patient can we do what others do not do.
The inspector stood still, folded his arms and watched the sword competition with relish. There were many deep red marks trailing on the ice lake, some thick and some thin. down.
A pair of teenagers were standing in front of him, one tall and the other short, both of them were quick and quick. The initial pain had passed, and now there was immature ferocity on each other's faces, making it even more shocking to watch.
The inspector was suddenly a little dazed, as if he had returned to many years ago, and it was also snowing, and the snow was falling on the frozen lake, and Zhou Tian was cold.
There was a pair of teenagers competing with swords. One is tall and the other is short, the teardrops on the faces of the two fell on the lake, crisp and clear.
...Among the teenagers in front of him, the tall one slammed his sword at a tricky angle, and directly took the opponent's lower abdomen from under the side.
The short boy from back then slammed his sword straight between the opponent's eyebrows.
…The short boy in front of him slammed onto the Banqiao, landed on his back, and his sword flew from his toes.
The tall boy from back then, suddenly a sword flew from under his elbow, and went straight to the short boy's heart.
…The tall young man in front of him staggered back, slipped his feet, and fell to the edge of the frozen lake. The ice tree behind him was as sharp as a thorn.
…The short boy back then was also unable to be rescued, and staggered back. Seeing that the sword was about to enter his chest, the tall boy suddenly withdrew his hand and the sword fell.
He reached out to help him.
He looked up at him.
Suddenly a sword flew over, and it was nailed into the chest of the tall boy back then, a loud voice said in a deep voice from the splash of blood: "Whoever abandons the sword and is weak will be executed!"
That cold and bone-chilling voice is nailed into the depths of the frozen lake in my heart and will never melt.
…
On the ice tree, the body of the tall boy was hanging high, and the short boy stared at him blankly. The expression on his face seemed to want to cry, but he didn't dare to cry. If the tears really flowed down, he wouldn't be able to survive the last day. Guan, you can't become a registered disciple.
For the first time, the inspector slowly folded his arms, as if he finally felt the cold.
The short boy back then didn't cry either.
Back then, the young man picked up the sword, turned his head back silently, walked into the small woods in the middle of the mountain, and became a registered disciple there. .
That boy is him.
The tall boy who was killed for abandoning his sword was his twin brother.
…
The inspector suddenly didn't want to continue inspecting, and he didn't need to worry about what happened after that.
Contrary to other people's imagination, the snow-capped mountain does not mean that the higher you go, the more you will see the expert. On the contrary, the top of the mountain is the first hurdle, and only those who can go down the mountain will have a way to survive.
He stood halfway up the mountain, looking at the foot of the mountain from a distance, there was a small wooden house near the foot of the mountain, and there was the only passage for the disciples of the outer sect to go to the inner sect.
Only those who enter the inner sect can be truly regarded as members of the sect, and the sect will undertake all important tasks of life and death for them.
Thinking of what he had endured when he walked into that small room back then, he couldn't help shivering even though he was indifferent.
A certain important place in the body began to ache in time, reminding him of the true meaning of "unfeeling and forbearance".
He stood there, took a deep breath, sank to his dantian, and slowly went down, down.
The zhenqi sank to a certain extent in the body, and then there was a sharp tingling pain, and he knew that it was here.
There, in the most important place belonging to a man, there is a needle.
Breaking sex, Cynomorium.
He took another breath, and with true energy, slowly pulled out the needle he felt.
In this cold area, his face was flushed, his whole body was trembling, sweat was dripping from his forehead, and the beads of sweat fell to the ground and disappeared into the snowdrift.
His facial features were tangled together due to the severe pain, almost ferocious, he suddenly let out a long breath, and staggered back.
Leaning his back on the ice, he shivered for a while before calming down.
Checking again with true energy, he found that the needle had moved up by about a grain of rice.
This made him a little happy, and felt that this time the progress was rapid, and he could only move a hair's distance in the past.
It is still far away from pulling this needle out of the vital part, but he believes that there is always hope to do it in his lifetime.
This method was obtained from the old man in the door after he paid a great price. It is extremely difficult to pull out the needle, because it is difficult to control the trajectory of the needle, and it is easy to puncture the internal organs. It is said that many people who died suddenly in the door did not succeed in quietly pulling out the needle.
The needle cannot be completely pulled out of the body, and after a long time, the vital organs are involved and cannot be peeled off. All the people who secretly pull out the needle just hope to move the needle to other insignificant parts, which is better than being stuck there and suffering day and night.
Has anyone succeeded? he does not know. He wishes he was one.
He leaned against the ice wall, and it took him a while to calm down the severe pain in his body. Every time the needle was pulled out, it was like torture, which made them, who had experienced pain in the sect, feel unbearable.
He felt that the person who could transfer the needle completely must be the strongest, most persevering, and most unshakable man in the world.
He started to walk up the mountain again, repeating the path he had traveled, and when he was walking back, he suddenly remembered the person who really walked down the mountain for the first time in the history of the snow mountain.
He not only went down to the foot of the snow-capped mountain, but even walked out of the foot of the mountain, heading for a more distant wilderness.
He is the taboo and insurmountable of the sect, the figure who walked alone with a single sword in those days, shrouded everyone's heart like a shadow. The proud sect, because he suffered a humiliation unprecedented in a hundred years, so far, the entire sect has tacitly kept this matter secret and kept it secret.
He thought of his elder brother who pierced his heart with a sword, and sighed slightly in his heart.
Others have other people's lives, and we are all mediocre people who can only submit to a strict fate.
But has he succeeded?
…
When he walked up the mountain, half an hour later, his subordinates pulled the new babies out of the snow and were testing their breathing one by one.
are all dead.
He was very disappointed, and sighed again: "One year is not as good as one year!"
…
There are four seasons on the snow mountain, the top of the mountain is winter, and the foot of the mountain is spring.
The lake here is very clear, the grass is like a blanket, the flowers are not blooming in the garden, they are blooming everywhere, the flowers in winter and spring are crowded and open together, making people admire the fairy spirit on the top of the mountain At the same time, I couldn't help but wonder, maybe this is the real fairy land.
There are also many white foxes in the flowers, so many that people think that all the white foxes in the wilderness are raised here. Those foxes have been kept in captivity for a long time, and they all look gentle and innocent. Their big snow-white tails are raised to cover their black eyes, and they leap lightly among the flowers, like a fluffy soft cloud, covering the grass and in their snow-white skirts.
The skirt was blown up by the wind, and the dandelion spread out slowly. Compared with the tense and chilling on the top of the mountain, the atmosphere here is leisurely and comfortable.
On the opposite side of the skirt, there are many pairs of boots close together, a gesture of reporting affairs.
A bunch of deep purple flowers and leaves fell on the skirt, and a pair of snow-white hands stretched out and picked up the flowers and leaves carefully, as if tidying up the clothes was more important than waiting for these people's replies.
A fox lovingly rubbed against her hand, and she stroked its head.
"The registered disciple is missing?"
"Yes." Someone replied respectfully, "Another disciple from the outer sect has been sent to the turtle shell."
"Where did the registered disciple disappear?"
"Seven Peaks Mountain." The voice of the person who answered was cautious, "Together with all the subordinates..."
The hand stroking the fox paused, but then regained its composure, but the fox seemed to be frightened suddenly, and jumped out with a sharp hiss. There is a cluster of deep purple flowers on the top of the head, and many flowers and leaves are broken.
She quietly watched the fox flee, and flicked her fingers without smoke.
The fox in mid-air paused, then fell down, and fell under the deep purple flowers. There was a hole there at some point, and the fox fell into the hole.
The wind will cover the soil, and the flowers will surely bloom more beautifully next year.
"If you die, then die." She said without any fuss, "Murong, you didn't do this properly."
A middle-aged man bowed slightly, "Yes, my subordinates will go to the execution hall to take responsibility later."
She gave a faint "hmm", then suddenly said: "How is the medicine altar going?"
"It has been maintained. No one has died for the time being, but... it is not ruled out that there is still a possibility of death."
"Didn't it mean that a solution has been found from the bones of the sinking coffin?"
"But the rest of the toxins were found."
"We don't need to save that family's life, but their martial arts originated from the same source as ours. The backlash they suffered may be what happened to us in the future. Tell the medicine altar to be more careful, and we need more people at any time."
"yes."
"It's good news that it hasn't deteriorated. Send him a message to make him step up." When she mentioned this "he", her tone was slightly gloomy.
"Yes." The person who answered was more careful.
"Is he still in Dige recently?"
"Yes, I heard that he has restricted the queen's authority, so he should have already planned..."
"Don't say you should." She interrupted.
Everyone was silent, and after a while someone whispered: "He will. We have fulfilled our protection duty, and he should be grateful."
"Nangong." She said without expression, "There is no need to say such hypocritical words."
There was another silence.
"What's changed at the foot of the mountain recently?" After a long while, she seemed to ask casually.
She asked casually, but others didn't dare to answer casually, and someone immediately said: "It's nothing. It's just..."
"If there is a follow-up, don't say nothing happens."
"Yes." The man lowered his head, feeling that she seemed to be in a bad mood today, "It's not going well. It's getting harder and harder to find outstanding children with roots, and it's rare to find even abandoned babies. It’s not as smooth as before.”
"What's the reason?"
"In the Shen Tie Jade Department near us, and in the Ji Kingdom and Meng Kingdom, a 'Leshantang' has recently appeared, which specializes in taking in abandoned babies and homeless teenagers. It is said that it was done by a wealthy businessman from the Shang Kingdom. Doing good deeds has affected Tianmen's plan. I just want to ask my wife to ask the suzerain on my behalf whether to impose sanctions on the church."
"Are there any abnormalities among the stewards? Is this person deliberately targeting me?"
"The manager's loyalty is impeccable. As for whether the rich businessman is targeted or not—whether he is targeted or not, he has affected the Tianmen Sect's continuation plan, which is a capital offense."
Everyone nodded in agreement.
"The Leshan Hall suddenly appeared," the woman said without hesitation or hesitation, and her thinking seemed to be making a decision. "Order someone to observe it, and if there is anything wrong, it will be eradicated immediately."
"yes."
She stood up, and everyone else took a step back, knowing that this was the end of the conversation.
The snow-white skirt brushed over the purple flowers, and the purple vetch petals on the skirt fell. The petals moved gently with her steps, and turned into a misty purple mist after a few overturns.
In her natural garden, there are flowers of all colors, but she always stays under the purple flowers.
Seeing that she was about to turn the corner, the man who was previously called Murong suddenly raised his voice: "Madam, how is the suzerain? The time for the great achievement of the magic is approaching. I will prepare a gift as soon as possible to congratulate the suzerain."
The two sentences are a bit weird and sound unrelated.
The surrounding area was still silent, but the atmosphere suddenly became chillier, and the purple vetch flowers in the garden fell faster.
She didn't stop and didn't look back.
"Everything is fine with the suzerain, you just prepare."
Her figure slowly disappeared into the depths of the flowers, everyone let out a long breath and slowly raised their heads.
Some were silent, some sneered, and some blinked.
The foxes all over the garden flew around in panic, and from time to time, a white fox fell silently to the ground and died.
The sky is so bright under the reflection of the snow that the flowers are blooming here, and the peace is like a fairyland.
…
She walked into a small wooden house with a simple appearance, opened the door, walked in, and walked in again.
All the way down, and down.
The pace is slow and light, but it does not stop.
At the end of the road, she stood still.
This place is still decorated by ordinary people, with beds, tables, windows and even kitchens and cleaning rooms.
It looks like the most ordinary couple's bedroom, except that the sun's light will never penetrate through the windows, and the night pearl hidden in the cracks of the wooden boards above the head replaces the lights.
The Baizi Opera flowered tent on the bed looks a bit vulgar. This kind of curtain used by folk couples to beg for a child is hung here, full of a feeling of being out of place.
Inside the tent, there seemed to be a figure.
She took off her cloak casually, like all wives who return home, "I'm back."
No reply.
She sat down at the table, poured herself a cup of tea, held it in her hand, and said, "Are you thirsty, do you want to drink?"
No reply.
She drank a few sips on her own, held the empty cup and lost her mind for a while, and said: "Murong asked you today, do you want to see him?"
No reply.
She nodded and said: "Okay, see you or see you. Oh, yes," she seemed to suddenly remember, and said: "I almost forgot to tell you that I punished Murong today."
No reply.
"Oh, what are you asking about?" She said calmly, "Of course it's because of incompetence. Although he is your younger brother, the rules of the house are the rules of the house, and your own brother has to follow the rules, right?"
No reply.
She suddenly laughed, "You're right. Yes, I was cheating on public affairs for personal gain. I did it on purpose. I punished Murong on purpose. What?"
She put the tea cup down, stood up, walked quickly to the bed, opened the curtain a little bit, a little fiercely, but her tone was still calm: "Yes, I don't like Murong. He is our relative, very close blood relationship , but I can never forget..." She paused, "...we lost our child because of him."
There was still no sound on the bed.
She lifted the curtain, climbed in, held the face of the person inside with both hands, and said sadly: "Murong, our only child, because he is gone, how do you want me to like him?"
She paused suddenly, as if she heard some words of cruelty, after a long while, the voice finally rang out fiercely.
"You said I didn't care about the children at all? You said I was just making excuses? Huh? You don't trust your wife so much and protect your brother?"
There was no movement in the tent.
She suddenly rushed forward and threw the person in the tent down. There was a muffled sound, as if someone was beating the bed, the curtain shook, and the gap that was slightly exposed slowly closed, revealing a trace of snow-white long hair. .
The bed board was still shaking slightly, vaguely mixed with ambiguous gasps, and between the gasps, her voice floated out intermittently.
"...I'm going to send a letter to...I don't believe I can't find him...He is still alive...He must be alive...This supreme sect, the future foundation, all belong to him...How can he not be alive!"
…
The icy wind of the snow-capped mountains cannot blow the dark tortoiseshell.
A manor near Shangyuan City stands in the slightly grayish mist unique to tortoiseshell.
Everyone in the nearby villages knew that this property belonged to a nobleman from the Emerald Department. This nobleman rarely came here, and the manor was usually empty.
At this time, the manor was also dark, and it seemed that no one, only those with excellent eyesight, could notice the sporadic lights flickering in the depths of the manor.
The light was in the hands of a middle-aged man, and he was looking at a somewhat old booklet carefully with the light on. After reading it for a while, he couldn't help shaking his head and marveling: "It really is worthy of being a sect outside the world! What came out was so amazing!"
Opposite him sat a man in plain clothes, with a clean demeanor but deep eyes. He shook his head slightly and said, "Brother, I advise you not to just learn from what they give you."
"Why?" Qu Shaohong, the chief of the Thirteenth Taibao, reluctantly put down the sword manual in his hand.
It is said to be the private property of the emerald nobles, but it is actually one of the many secret private properties of the Thirteenth Taibao. Said first, it's just that a lot of private property is recorded in other people's names.
This is the meaning of Jian Zhizhuo, the Ertai Bao, who advocates keeping a low profile and killing with one blow.
"The foundation building method of this sect is different from other sects." Jian Zhizhuo said, "Generally, they are extremely cruel, especially Tianmen, who are so pure-minded and ascetic, there must be an exclusive cultivation method of ruthlessness and tolerance. You and I don't have enough foundation. Ordinary people who need to roll around in the world of mortals, it is better not to show off their mental skills. Be careful not to go crazy."
"You're right." Qu Zhihong immediately took the booklet away a little uneasy, "Look at the indifference of the disciples of that day, they don't look like any kind and righteous people, just doing a small favor, and giving such a favor Thank you. You may not have good intentions."
He thought for a while, and then said: "You said that the Tianmen sect has never been involved in the fireworks of the world. Why did you suddenly send people down the mountain to find trouble with an ordinary power in the world?"
Jian Zhizhuo smiled. In the flickering candlelight, his smile was unpredictable.
"Could it be that you..." Qu Shaohong looked at his smile, as if he suddenly understood something, "You are killing someone with a knife!"
"Brother, be careful that the walls have ears." Jian Zhizhuo smiled softly.
Qu Shaohong closed his mouth and stared at him with piercing eyes. Jian Zhizhuo smiled helplessly, and said softly: "Tianmen is looking for Yeluqi, who said that Yeluqi violated their dignity and must be punished. I haven't seen Yeluqi before."
"So you pointed your target at Mr. Mu of the Shadow Pavilion? Let the people of Tianmen mistakenly think that Mr. Mu is Yeluqi? But what should the people of Tianmen find out? And why do you attach so much importance to Yingge? You must get rid of Yingge first. ? Isn’t it good for you to transfer your target to Lingxiaomen? Lingxiaomen has bullied us for a long time.”
"Tianmen wanted to save face, and refused to say that they were looking for Yeluqi. They only pointed out one characteristic, and I just said that Mr. Mu of the Shadow Pavilion seems to be a bit like the person Tianmen is looking for. I'm not sure, Tianmen will find it on his own. What does it have to do with me?" Jian Zhizhuo smiled gently and slyly, "As for why I pointed to the Shadow Pavilion instead of the more powerful Three-Family and Four-Men, it's because I think this is not as good as the Three-Family and Four-Men. The Shadow Pavilion, which shows its mountains but does not show its water, is the opponent we need to be most careful about in the future."
"Really?" Qu Shaohong looked a little unbelievable.
"We have endured for many years, and we are willing to be at the bottom of the tortoiseshell rivers and lakes. We must not allow a new force to emerge at a critical moment to compete with us for the final fruit of victory." Jian Zhizhuo said lightly, "Is there a gate of heaven? I will do it, sooner or later."
"That's not right!" Qu Shaohong suddenly remembered something, and said in surprise, "Didn't Mr. Mu be betrayed and seriously injured by Lei Shengyu when he was washing the soup pool in Yulou, and his whereabouts are unknown? Didn't you say that it was the Queen's servant Yingbai who was escorted by Luochamen?" What? Why did you point the people from Tianmen to Yingbai and his group?"
"Who said that the group of Rakshamen escorted Yingbai?" Jian Zhizhuo laughed mockingly.
"What's the meaning?"
"Don't forget, the inquiring news is that the queen joined us and was besieged, so Yingbai was separated. We know the truth, the Thirteenth Taibao has never connected with the queen, and someone is spreading false news to point the finger at us. To us. So the connection is false, the siege is false, and Yingbai is also false. Who needs to be escorted at this time? Only Mr. Mu who was seriously injured and betrayed by his subordinates!"
"I see…"
"So..." Jian Zhizhuo smiled coldly, with a hint of malice flashing in his eyes, "Someone led the disaster to us, so we can naturally lead it back. Your Majesty, Mr. Mu, wait for the Jiuchongtianmen's move." !"
…
Jing Hengbo was drunk again.
Perhaps it was the killing field, where the assassins on all sides were drinking and discussing the situation, which was a different kind of excitement; perhaps it was the war of fennel beans and beef, which was interesting and attracted her attention, and perhaps it was Mr. Mu, who had a kind of Unknowingly, the ability to let go of one's guard, perhaps the situation of the tortoiseshell attracted her attention too much, anyway, somehow, she was drunk again.
She has a problem, she likes to exercise when she is drunk, she likes to jump up and down and yell, and she will naturally fall asleep when she is tired.
She also knew that she couldn't rush to the battlefield to make a move. Firstly, there was no need to take advantage of someone blocking the knife anyway;
Wang Jin and the others are still fighting, and they are still thankful that the Orion daughter is so cute, knowing that she will not survive if she hides in the carriage. As for those assassins who are unlucky when they get close to the carriage, Wang Jin naturally thinks that they are all shot by "Yingbai" , I feel a little more admiration for the fighting power of the general under the Queen's seat.
Jing Hengbo raised his head to look at the roof of the car, which was spinning, and looked at the ground, which was also spinning, turning all around so that people felt dizzy, as if this cramped space was about to squeeze people out of breath.
She decided to run a little farther to get some air. She dodged and got out of the carriage. She was already at the foot of a hill far away from the battlefield.
Suddenly there was another person behind her, lying on her back, she turned her head stupidly, "Hey, why are you here?"
On her back, Mr. Mu smiled shyly and evilly, "You carried me out. You said you would take me out to see the night scene."
"Ah?" Jing Hengbo held his head and thought for a long time, as if there was such a thing, "Oh..."
"We want to see the night scene." He reminded her, "I can't see you blocking me like this."
"Oh." She stood up, with her back to him.
When she was carrying him on her back, a strange feeling suddenly flowed through her heart—she felt that this scene, as if, maybe, as if, had happened?
Drunk back people...
Where it looks like, where it doesn't look like.
Drunken brains were always knotted, and she couldn't untangle them, so she could only sway, turning around behind his back to look at the stars.
"Look, the stars are so bright!"
He looked up at the sky, the sky was not so good tonight, except for the eternal smog in the northwest, there were only a few dim stars above his head, flickering non-existently in the gaps in the clouds.
"Yeah, it's so bright."
Where she is, there is light even without stars.
"Look, the moon is so beautiful!"
Occasionally, the clouds moved, revealing a smear of moonlight, which was blurred and stained with mottled blush, like an unclean blood kerchief.
"Yes, it's beautiful."
He stared at her earlobe, which was white and round, like jade and moonlight.
"Look, three flying people!" She jumped up and pointed to the sky, waving loudly, "Little perspective! Man woman! Cake girl! Don't run away! My sister is here! Here!"
He frowned and looked up at the sky. Of course there was no one in the sky, only meteors flew by, and a beam of light chased across the sky in an instant.
He closed his eyes and folded his hands at this moment, suddenly wanting to make a wish.
In the legend of the Great Wilderness, if you make a wish on a shooting star, you will have the mercy of the heavens.