Seeing the woman coming, he drank the wine in one gulp and said with drunken eyes: "Tui'er, why did you come back? Come on, come on, come and drink with me. If you are late, you will be fined three drinks..."

The woman's beautiful eyes were full of undisguised disgust and disgust, and she said coldly: "The mission has been completed. If there is nothing else, I will retire!"

"Don't be so heartless to me." Mr. Cai burped, got up drunkenly, and wanted to grab the woman's hand.

The woman was so frightened and angry that she took a few steps back and shouted: "If you are rude to me again, don't blame me for reporting it to the master of the pavilion!"

Before Young Master Cai opened his mouth, the maid in a blue skirt cursed loudly: "You are lucky that Young Master has fallen in love with you. If you dare to resist, let me teach you a lesson!"

The woman smiled coldly: "Let's see who teaches whom!"

"Okay, okay, we are all our own people, don't hurt your harmony."

Master Cai saw that something was about to happen and quickly stopped the two of them.

"Tui'er, you know that this young master likes this, but he will never force it, especially for a beauty as beautiful as you. Don't get angry easily."

He hugged the maid and went back to the pavilion to sit down. "Being angry hurts the liver and makes you age quickly. I cannot bear to see the withering of delicate flowers and the disappearance of beauty. Every time I see it, my heart aches beyond measure."

The four maids in spring, summer, autumn and winter all stared at the woman, as if she had committed a heinous crime.

The woman was indifferent and looked at him coldly.

Mr. Cai smiled slightly, and the drunkenness left just as quickly as it came, and said: "If someone else used the pavilion master to suppress me, I would be a corpse on the ground at this moment. Who told me, Mr. Cai, to cherish flowers as much as my life! By the way.

Cui'er, do you think Yan Li will believe Yan Shaoqun?"

The woman said: "It's impossible to tell the truth. It's limited to cooperation. It's not a problem."

Mr. Cai smiled and nodded: "That's good. I'm worried that Yan Shaoqun's acting is not good enough and will ruin this good show."

"Hehe, the young master likes to play tricks on others." Maid Qiu let out a sweet laugh.

Mr. Cai said: "If he only has this level, I would be even more disappointed."

He raised his eyelids slightly and said with an inexplicable smile: "Tui'er, if you were asked to lurk next to that spy, would you be willing?"

The woman paused and said, "If it's an order."

"Forget it," Unexpectedly, Mr. Cai waved his hands with a smile, "I just said it casually, how could I be willing to let Cui'er take the risk? Even if I hurt a hair, I will be heartbroken."

The woman had no reaction, but her eyes changed slightly.

Mr. Cai smiled and said, "Tui'er, your eyes tell me that you are a little disappointed."

The woman said coldly: "I didn't."

Mr. Cai poured a glass of wine and said with a smile: "What are you expecting? Could it be that you have a crush on that Yan Li?"

The woman bit her teeth slightly: "What nonsense are you talking about!"

Mr. Cai took a sip of wine, smacked his lips and said, "You know I am most sensitive to changes in people's hearts. The look in your eyes just now told me that you are a little disappointed. I guess you are not resistant to this task. That's right, the Dali Temple in Jingzhao Prefecture is full of people.

I'm afraid he is the only fifth-grade warrior who can't be killed in this world, right? But, I won't let you go. The better that man is, the more he will attract you. If you are allowed to get close to him, I will

There really is no chance at all.”

He looked at the woman with a smile: "Tui'er, don't blame me for being selfish, it's human nature; and I know that you don't fall in love with him, you just worship the strong, and you hope that he can save you from the sea of ​​suffering."

The woman felt that her body was cold and she had the illusion that she was about to lose consciousness.

Mr. Cai smiled and said: "It's useless, your father will not be saved by this."

The woman lowered her head and said nothing, like a doll that had lost its soul.

Mr. Cai stopped talking and drank while staring at the huge bright moon reflected in the lake.

After an unknown amount of time, he slowly spoke again: "Everyone has a soul. As long as it is reflected in the lake, nobility or inferiority can be clearly seen. The human heart is too easily swayed by desire. In the sea of ​​desire, people follow the desires of their nature.

When it comes to dancing, the most difficult thing is to always maintain an elegant posture; most people choose to go with the flow, and only a small number of people follow through with a strong will. Only such a soul can be called noble."

Having said this, he looked at the woman again and laughed softly.

His laughter was a bit weird and permeable, "Only a soul like that has the value of destruction."

"Now, your soul seems to have come to an end..." His eyes became cold and evil, "I don't like rotten fruits, not at all, I will kill you now!"

The woman's delicate body trembled, but she suddenly raised her head, looked directly at him and said, "It's not time yet!"

Although her body was shaking uncontrollably, there was no confusion or fear in her eyes, only the light of faith and undisguised disgust.

The evil cold breath suddenly disappeared without a trace.

Mr. Cai's eyes were suddenly filled with sincerity and admiration, and his voice was as tender as water, "Idiot, I'm joking with you. You know how I can bear to hurt you."

The woman said calmly: "I know."

Mr. Cai breathed a sigh of relief and said, "I was afraid you would take it seriously."

The woman said calmly: "The master of the pavilion asked me to bring you a message."

Mr. Cai said: "What are you talking about?"

"Pay attention to Dong Qing. If he can't survive this hurdle, get rid of him."

…

Dali Temple is called Shura Demon Cave, and it is not without reason.

The dungeon of Dali Temple was specially designed for extremely vicious criminals. Most of the people inside had committed heinous crimes. Execution was only a relatively light punishment.

The dungeon of Dali Temple is filled with the resentment of countless dead people during their lifetimes. Regardless of whether they died in vain or deserved their punishment, without exception, the earthly yin energy will be emitted after death, making the entire dungeon eerie and terrifying. Even if ordinary people don't step in, they will get even slightly closer.

The consciousness will be in a trance, as if falling into the netherworld.

Dong Qing had to stay in such a dangerous place for more than two hours every day.

Deep in the dungeon, outside the interrogation room, several executioners were holding several pale-faced death row prisoners, waiting outside the door.

It's been quiet inside for a while. Normally, today's "routine" of "criminal interrogation" of prisoners would have ended long ago.

Conventions are not the laws of the imperial court. Conventions are Dong Qing's habit. Every day after nightfall, he will conduct a "criminal trial." Even if the prisoners who have confessed the facts of the crime, signed the signature, and are waiting to be interrogated, they will be re-interrogated.

The interrogation methods were extremely cruel and bloody, and were inhumane to outsiders.

Of course, the fact is that the prisoners have not seen the interrogation process. They only know that the people who go in never come out alive, and the corpses are always in tatters, like a ball of rotten meat that has been barely put together.

The screams and begging for mercy that can be heard every day are also the main theme in the dungeon.

Therefore, the executioners called this a routine.

As for whether it would be too inhumane, whether the Holy Spirit would blame him for this, and whether the outside world would exert pressure from public opinion, these were not considered by the executioner.

Because Dong Qing has been the minister of Dali Temple for almost ten years and has never been accused.

Habit is a terrible force.

What used to sound like a miserable cry has now become a heart-stimulating stimulant.

However, today's "old routine" process is too long.

Dong Qing has been inside for almost three hours and has no intention of coming out yet.

Moreover, only two prisoners were admitted today.

The crying had stopped long ago. The prisoners didn't know what happened to Dong Qing. They were discussing opening the door and going in to check, when a sound came from inside.

"Let's do this for today."

There was indescribable fatigue in his voice, as if he had been through a great battle.

All the prisoners looked at each other, but they did not dare to disobey and immediately escorted the remaining prisoners back to their cells.

The door of the interrogation room creaked open, and a foul smell of putrefaction gushed out. As far as the eye could see, there were numerous torture instruments, all of which were more or less stained with black and red blood. This was just the tip of the iceberg revealed through the crack in the door.

, already shocking.

Dong Qing walked out expressionlessly, looking very tired, as if he hadn't slept for three days and three nights.

He ordered two executioners to clean up the corpse and left the dungeon.

Dali Temple is built at the Meridian Gate to the east of Shengshi Palace, close to the East Palace and Changle Garden, and far opposite the Shangshu Terrace to the west of Shengshi Palace.

As one of the most important official offices of the imperial dynasty, Dali Temple was not only the place of office, but also the residence of the minister of Dali Temple.

The residence was located in the back office, so Dong Qing went back to his bedroom and meditated to regain his energy.

Half an hour later, he opened his eyes with a gloomy expression, thinking about what had just happened.

Today, he practiced the Mahakala sword technique as before, using torture to make the prisoner resentful, sad, angry, and desperate, thereby absorbing the negative aura and integrating it into his body to warm and nourish the sword spirit.

But before the process was halfway through, his mind suddenly lost, his body was awake, but his consciousness fell into nothingness.

After waking up, I remembered some things that I shouldn't have remembered.

Losing the mind is a taboo for practitioners. If you make the slightest mistake, your physical cultivation will be damaged, and years of hard work will be wasted. What's more serious, you will lose all reason and turn into a beast that only acts on instinct.

“Tuk-tuk-tuk!”

There was a knock on the door. Dong Qing came to his senses and shouted in a low voice: "Come in."

A person came in immediately outside the door, but it was Mu Dongfeng.

Seeing Dong Qing's ugly face, he quickly came to him and kneeled on the ground: "Sir, I heard from the people below that something went wrong with your practice today?"
To be continued...