Just a few steps away, there was a clanging sound. The person who came was covered in hard helmet and armor, and a beast-shaped fan was hidden in his sleeve. However, from a distance, he could see that he was dressed like General Xihu.
This general did not look like a man who was used to killing people on the battlefield. Instead, he had a handsome face and a faint scholarly air. Seeing Mr. Ruo approaching, he immediately tossed his cloak and leaned down to salute:
"Xuan Ming has met Mr.
"General, there is no need to be polite." Ruo Dong looked at the general in front of him who was young and arrogant, and said expressionlessly, "The master has an order. No one in this water prison is allowed to be visited by outsiders."
Shen Xuanming smiled slightly: "The last general is not here to visit people, but to ask for people." Before Ruo Dong could react, Xuan Ming immediately continued: "Mr. Ruo, I'm afraid it's too late to bring up the old story of General Kong now.
"Wan. Why did the old boss insist on charging Brother Yue Chuan with the crime of rebelling against a traitor? I think you know better than the last general. Now Brother Yue Chuan has only one sister left..." Before he could finish speaking, Ruo Dong said
He raised his hand to interrupt him.
"General, there is no need to use old things to stir up trouble. The descendants of Linghu violated their ancestral oath and brought trouble to the world. This is what the world has seen with their own eyes. What does it have to do with the original General Kong? Or, children all understand that when they walk in the world, they have to do good for the people.
General Shen just doesn’t understand the truth about harm?”
When Xuan Ming heard this, her delicate and delicate face turned red instantly, and she couldn't help but said loudly: "Why do you want to eliminate harm for the people? Sir, you have been teaching the leaders all year round, and this is how you eliminate harm for the people?"
His words frightened a group of children practicing martial arts around him to look at Ruo Dong. Even General Shen's entourage couldn't help but tug at the hem of his robe, for fear that the gentleman would do something to make Xuan Ming angry.
It was too late to regret. Who knew that instead of being angry, Mr. Ruo narrowed his eyes and smiled:
"The blood of the Wen family is the blood of Emperor Wen Kang. Now that Head Wen is taking revenge on Dongshan and regaining Nanlin, how can he feel sorry for his ancestors?" When Xuan Ming heard this, his throat seemed to be suddenly choked by something.
As if he was confused, he knew in his heart that Mr. Ruo was taking control of everything, and he could not refute it for a moment. Instead, he heard Mr. Ruo continue to say: "If the head of the Linghu clan goes down the mountain without permission in the future, all the four instruments of the eight tones can rise up and attack him.
.This sentence was said by the Linghu clan’s ancestor, Master Mo Chen himself.”
"Sir, this is the only one!"
"Shut up." Ruo Dong interrupted him calmly. Before he could walk past him, a very beautiful light and shadow suddenly appeared in his eyes, folded into the shape of a fan, and at a glance, he knew that it was aimed at him.
He stepped forward and attacked. The gentleman didn't move an inch, still standing quietly on the spot. The Yin Yang Sword made a "swipe" sound and drew out a flash of black and white light.
Impartially, the slightly exposed sword edge collided with the fan bone. Shen Jiangjun felt his wrist go numb, and the folding fan he held out almost fell out of his hands. Ruo Dong suddenly let go of the hilt of the sword, letting the Yin Yang Sword return to its sheath, and he
But he opened his fingers and grabbed Xuan Ming's hand that was holding the folding fan.
Xuan Ming's body swayed, and he jumped back quickly. At the same time, he turned his wrist to create a hazy fan flower, in order to confuse the enemy and not recognize the real fan. Who knew that the fan flower was dazzling, but it was not faster than Mr. Ruo's palm.
. Shen Xuanming felt a burst of bone-breaking pain in the hand that was tightly grasping the folding fan. Then the folding fan flew into the air, and fell right into Mr. Ruo's hand before he could snatch it.
"General, now turn around and go back. This broken fan of General West Lake's beast will be returned to its original owner."
Covering his arms, Xuan Ming silently shook his head. As if he wanted to reply on Mr. Ruo's behalf, there was a sudden thunder in the sky, a faint cracking sound came from the soles of his feet, and finally turned into a loud bang in the air.
A blue firework burst into bloom instantly, illuminating Miyu Lake, which was sleeping in the darkness, with a light that was brighter than daylight.
Ruo Dong raised his head for a moment and was stunned. He had only seen this kind of fireworks during the siege of Lirong Mountain. Once they exploded, they could be seen clearly from hundreds of miles away. If he couldn't dodge, he might lose one.
He was alive, but he couldn't even pick up the bones of the corpse.
In the first year of Huachu, he forced the original head of Linghu to death on Lirong Mountain, and stabbed Linghu Ziqin with the Yin and Yang sword soaked in Biting poison - who fell under the sword of West Lake in another way.
The body of the leader. The faint fireworks seen at that time must have come from the ice and snow in the Nameless Valley.
Thinking of Linghu Ziqin, Ruo Dong felt as if he had a half-bitter, half-sweet bead in his mouth. He couldn't swallow it, but he couldn't help but hold it in his mouth for a few more moments, unwilling to spit it out easily in the palm of his hand.
Among the four heads from the first year of Huachu to the Bayinhui period, Jimo Yao has always been an underachieving child. Wen Xian and Nan Xiao have kind faces and amiable personalities, and they are both well-known for their good tempers in the world. Although
One is the young General Xihu, and the other is the prestigious Nanlin senior——
From Ruo Dong's point of view, these two people just put a layer of half-truth and half-false kindness on their hearts of tigers and wolves.
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Pi. As for the ambitions of Miyu Lake and Broken Qionglin, there is no need to elaborate on them. It is a fact that everyone knows.
Linghu Ziqin was the only one who really had no murderous intention.
Thinking back to the time when Qing Qing and Ji Ji were young, they stabbed the poisonous blade into the girl's hand with a single strike of his sword. With the skill of head Linghu and the chess pieces beside them, if the two of them wanted to kill Ruo Dong
It was so easy to be injured half to death. When I thrust out the sword, I wanted to risk my life and avoid future troubles for the children of Xihu.
Until Ziqin suddenly fell into the sea holding Qingqing, she still couldn't understand the reason behind it.
Mr. Ruo Dongruo, the leader of Mi Yu's Tianke, had clearly injured three generations of the Linghu family, so why didn't Linghu Ziqin take action!
To be honest, I have never thought about it. Maybe Master Linghu is used to being gentle by nature, and he feels unbearable for a moment. But the thought is fleeting - we are all in the world, who would believe in mercy and kindness?
Woolen cloth?
Maybe he really understood it when he was above the Xuantan.
Even though Linghu Ziqin was still invincible despite being surrounded by four people, she only took a few drops of her own blood and let her life go again. "Why bother..." Ruodong looked up and saw the fireworks.
The sparks on the edge gradually dissipated, and he said secretly in a voice that no one could hear, "If it were me in your place, I would have died so many times in this life..."
What a pity. I have seen with my own eyes how the head of Linghu in Lirong Mountain went from a young man in chaos to a peerless master who sought defeat alone, and then was destroyed together with Dongshan, where he had lived all his life.
In the early spring fire.
A person who really has no murderous intention is destined to fail.
"stop!"
It wasn't until An Ge screamed that Ruo Dong came to his senses. He had been staring at the fireworks for too long. Seeing that he seemed defenseless, General Shen Xuanming jumped up and stepped on the fireworks.
On the railing, he flew past him. Several disciples wanted to stop him, but who could stop him?
The general shouted: "Sir, I'm sorry!" Then he swayed and jumped directly under the narrow bridge.
As soon as Ruo Dong lowered his head, he found that the general's fan was still in his hand, so he threw it into the lake, and his face immediately returned to his usual calm expression.
He sneered and said slowly: "Heh... let the Linghu family survive alone."
It is said that Shen Xuanming pushed away the guard guarding the door and rushed inside without even seeing the light. He grabbed the iron chain at the cell door and searched for more than ten people. None of them looked like Qing Qing.
figure. Taking a deep breath, cold sweat dripped from his forehead——
If General Kong's third sister cannot be saved, then he will be charged with rebellion, and he will really lose more than he gains!
Seeing the depths of the black water prison, you can't see the end at a glance, and you have no idea how many people are imprisoned in it. If you search each room one by one, you may not be able to find them all even at dawn. Just as you were thinking about this, you suddenly heard a sound.
The girl's shrill scream came from behind a door:
"Let me go back!"
"Be honest! Don't move!"
"Still alive, everyone is still together..." The voice from behind gradually became quieter, and then there was a loud shout, "Master, the disciple is here!"
Hearing this, Shen Xuanming ran to the door without saying a word. Two dim lamps stood on both sides. Behind the dark light, there seemed to be a green-faced and fanged beast with its eyeballs protruding.
Staring at the people outside the door, Xuan Ming saw servants chasing after him. Xuan Ming picked up the back collar of one of them and shouted:
"Open the door!"
"General, don't..." A chubby little leader's body was hanging in mid-air, his limbs fluttering wildly, "This water prison is the centerpiece of the West Lake. No one except the leader and Mr. Ruo would dare to break in... If I let the general go...
Go in, I'm afraid this head will have to move with the prisoners inside tomorrow...ah!"
Xuan Ming didn't want to wait for him to finish speaking. He lifted him in the air with one hand and groped around the leader's body with the other hand. Sure enough, he found a bunch of jingling keys. The rest of the servants all
Knowing that he was no match for this general, he had no choice but to stand aside, neither trying to persuade nor stop him, until Xuan Ming tried the bunch of keys over and over again -
Just listen to a "click" sound, the beast's head opens its mouth, and the door opens in response.
Before General Shen could fully open the door, he turned sideways and rushed over. The others did not dare to sit idly by and looked at each other tremblingly. One after another, they also chased after him. Just now.
After running a few steps, he saw the young girl in green being held in the middle by two men, trying with all their strength to drag her back into the chains.
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Qingqing didn't know whether he was coming back to life or coming back to life. He was flapping his hands and feet, but he refused to loosen his strength and obeyed. Xuanming stepped forward, kicked and punched, and kicked the heads on both sides away from the iron railing.
He hurriedly leaned over and stretched out his hand, and just in time to catch Qingqing in his arms who was about to collapse.
The girl's last breath left her mouth: "Master, you are still here..."
As soon as he turned around, General Shen seemed to be unable to see so many people standing at the gate. He had an aura that even the king of heaven would not dare to stop him. As if he was in an uninhabited land, he shackled him from the row of axes and axes.
Went through it.
How could the place where such felons were imprisoned in West Lake accommodate a person who could come and rob at any time? He had already had the quick legs and notified the general who was keeping watch outside. Shen Xuanming hadn't even reached the bridge yet.
Then I heard a noise gathering at the door, the chaotic footsteps of the crowd and the sound of sword hilts clashing, and groups of guards stood in front of them.
With just one order, the rebels and prisoners can be chopped into pieces under the sword.
The leader walked out slowly behind the guard, with his hands behind his back. The general was dressed the same as Shen Xuanming, with armor and cape. He held a broken beast fan in his hand and a white beard that reached his waist. He saw Xuanming hugging him.
He held a man in Tsing Yi in his arms and immediately understood what was happening. He concentrated and clasped his fists and said:
"Brother Xuan Ming, why is this so?"
Xuan Ming hugged Qing Qing, leaned forward slightly, and said straight to the point: "If brother wants to take me, Xuan Ming will take off his sword and not resist. But before that, I allowed my little brother to take General Kong Yuechuan's sister to safety."
place to go.”
Upon hearing this, the general across from him immediately opened his eyes wide. He looked at Shen Xuanming and then at Qing Qing in his arms. He opened his mouth wide and couldn't say a word for a long time. Finally, his surprise eased a little.
Then he asked cautiously:
"This witch from Dongshan...is General Kong's sister?"
"Yes." Xuan Ming did not hesitate.
The general standing opposite Xuan Ming suddenly looked solemn, his gaze seemed to be fixed on General Shen, his eyes unblinking, and he said in a deep voice:
"How can there be any rebels and rebels? The last general has never seen the general."
Xuan Ming suddenly raised his eyes, and saw that there was no hint of joking in the old general's eyes. After being stunned for a while, he lowered his head and knelt on the ground with a plop: "Brother, for today's kindness, Xuan Ming will be treated like a fool in this life."
Horse, I swear I will never forget it!”
The old general raised his eyes, looked at the group of guards who had barged in with him, and shouted sternly: "There are no demons from Rongshan today, and no general has come in, do you hear me!"
"I heard it!" The crowd's response was so loud that the lake surface rippled.
"Go." The old general's face on the opposite side looked calm, not even a single wrinkle was visible. Xuan Ming stood up, hugged Qing Qing in his arms again, leaned over and saluted, and before tears welled up in his eyes, Xuan Ming stood up.
, he took the lead and jumped onto the narrow bridge.
The girl in her arms was still muttering unconsciously: "Master... Qin..."
Linghu Qingqing was choked by a jolt and vomited blood, until it almost poured into her throat, and then she coughed and struggled to get up. Her hands and feet had long been out of control, and instead they were fighting to burn, spreading to her heart.
The pain was like burning fire. I could only keep my eyes half open, so I turned my head and saw that the night was dark and there were no stars.
The sound of the wheels was still ringing in her ears, and Qingqing felt that the strong jolt was about to burst her chest. Before she could even try to get up, she heard the sound of the wheels shaking her ears, and again
Someone's voice came:
"Don't move around, or the newly healed wound will ooze blood again."
He reluctantly lowered his neck and took a look. Sure enough, he was wrapped up and down in bandages like a corpse dug out of a cemetery. His face was also stretched so tight that he seemed to have only a pair of eyes exposed. In his weakness, he heard
The man's voice was not familiar, so he spoke slightly:
"Who are you?"
The driver of the car was very surprised and whipped the old cow in front of him hard. The old cow screamed "moo" in an aggrieved manner, only to hear the man ask back: "Young Master Linghu, don't you remember the last general?" Qingqing exhausted his memory until
A gleam of silver glowed from the smooth armor surface and entered Qingqing's eyes. Only then did Qingqing associate the rich yet delicate voice with the appearance of Baihua Fairy on the high platform of the West Lake.
After a long time without saying a word, Qingqing relaxed all over, letting the bullock cart, which had nothing to do with the word "stability", make her internal organs vomit out. Anyway, she couldn't find her master or anyone else.
Even if I die, what can the head of the West Lake do to me? Thinking of this, I close my eyes and feel like I am about to fall asleep again.
In Qianqian's dream, the blue firework was very dazzling.