She floated on the branches of plum blossoms and faced off against the enemy. She actually had the time to look back at the moon and sang, "Infinite mountains and rivers. It's easy to say goodbye but hard to see now -"
What kind of hatred does she have against her country and her family? All she sings is the sorrow of the fallen king?
It was Song Chengming who climbed up the stairs outside the Plum Grove and looked down at the duel. He heard the tune in the wind and couldn't help but be confused. Could she choose other words to sing? Why did she only love Empress Li?
After all, she doesn't sing well.
But as he looked at the moonlit Merlin with indifference, none of this mattered. He had cultivated her for more than twenty years, and how many years had he tolerated her?
He had already given her a chance just now!
Once she died, Su Jintian was unable to do anything on his own, so he could only serve as a loyal dog under him and be driven by the court.
As long as the worshipers of Prince Zhao's Mansion are still there, he will not dare to dissatisfy for at least ten years. As for ten years later, the puppets have even learned the Twelve Puppet Formation of the Demon Palace Outside the Great Wall, can he still turn out the palm of his hand?
Cao Xiwan had already understood what the Marquis was thinking.
She was like light snowflakes floating on the branches in the plum forest. The fans on all sides were amazed at her lightness skills. She moved left and right, high and low, with four puppets always chasing behind her.
She knew that this was a waste of time.
The puppet can go without food or water for three days, but she can't.
"Let's come together -!" She laughed loudly and made another sharp turn in mid-air, as if she had stopped in the middle of the moon. Her sleeves were flying and her appearance was psychedelic. Even Song Chengming couldn't help but be surprised.
She jumped down from a weird angle and took the initiative to attack the five puppets that were not moving on the ground.
There were four puppets chasing behind her, and five puppets below them jumped up from the spot and pounced on her.
Seeing that she was about to be surrounded, she finally took out the waste sheng and played it to her lips.
The bright moon, the different branches, startled the magpies.
This time, the music was hoarse and hard to listen to.
"Ah--!
Song Chengming saw it from a high building. The puppets seemed to have been hit hard by an invisible force at the same time, and they roared from their voices.
"They all fell down!"
The people in the forest were all screaming. Qin Meng pressed his sword on his waist and retracted his steps. He was also shocked. Is this using sound to control the enemy?
Manager Lian Er looked back at Qin Baihu and said nothing.
Qin Meng didn't care. Even if Uncle Yuan Chen returned to the temple and secretly wrote a letter, asking him not to act rashly in the capital, he couldn't do anything to save him.
What's more, the Qingluo female ghost also helped him. But making puppets of living people has always been a taboo.
"What's going on?" Song Chengming's face darkened.
Simply vulnerable!
Xiao Wan didn't even pick up the sword! She didn't even bother to carry a sword!
Following Mr. Hou upstairs, besides Yan Songmou, there were two other people from a hundred households in brocade clothes, Yan Li and Yan Feng. Cao Xiwan looked over from a distance and couldn't help but smile in surprise.
She recognized these two people.
Ten years ago, they lost in a competition with her and suddenly disappeared while practicing the fifth level of the Nine Nether Transformations.
So he was recruited by the Marquis and was secretly making puppets?
"Come together! Wooden slaves!" She said this to the mute slaves. Anger flashed in the eyes of the mute slaves, and the whips sounded sharply. Fifteen of the twenty puppets immediately pounced on her.
I still have one hand left, she thought to herself.
"Run away——!" Qin Meng couldn't help but shouted.
Using sound to control the enemy is not unlimited.
The inner strength must be deep and long-lasting, and the rhythm must be precise, not to mention that she needs a real Qimen musical instrument.
She has none of these three conditions.
Qin Meng, however, had been partners with Luo Mofeng for several years, and had also witnessed Luo's mother playing Weeping Phoenix Xiao. He once heard Luo's mother say that she did not start to use Weeping freely until she was forty years old and her inner breath was getting thicker.
Feng Xiao, otherwise she wouldn't be able to blow for ten breaths.
As expected, Cao Xiwan escaped.
The whip cracked and fifteen puppets chased after him.
The whip-wielding mute slaves hesitated slightly, looked at the five puppets around them, and then looked at Manager Lian Er. Liancheng waved his hand, don't worry, the Qingluo female ghost will not escape from Merlin.
The end of the plum forest, Chunbo Corridor.
The tip of Cao Xiwan's skirt was dripping with water, passing over the green roof of the corridor with painted green tiles, falling down, and stopping at the entrance of the corridor. She smiled as she saw puppets falling one after another at the end of the corridor on Meilin's side.
Fifteen puppets, they rushed over like a ray of light.
She closed her eyes slightly and heard the night wind blowing in her ears. Behind her, the wind in the south alley of the inner house blew in from the new corridor inside the second door. After passing through the second door and reaching the entrance of Chunbo corridor, the wind force increased.
More than three times.
Under the moonlight, her clothes were flying in the air, and she stood firmly at the entrance of the corridor.
She played the waste sheng.
The breeze in the corridor brings music.
"Ah--!"
The puppets were hit by the sound that was amplified three times, and the puppet at the front was knocked back and roared.
"hehe!"
Several puppets that had just landed in the corridor were knocked upside down and fell to the ground. They were sitting, seemingly listening to something with their ears tilted.
When the mute slaves arrived, they were furious, their whips cracked wildly, and the puppets jumped up, but she still played the difficult music of the waste sheng.
The sound was chaotic, and no matter how the mute slaves ordered the attack, the puppets could only spin around in place.
She was at the porch, smiling in the wind.
"What else is there to compare with? What else can be compared!?" Song Chengming was furious upstairs, "She didn't even draw her sword! She was not good at music at all before -!"
Both Yan Liren and Yan Fengren were sweating profusely and lowered their hands in fear. Yan Songmou would inevitably have to intercede for his nephews: "The young lady is different from others -"
Song Chengming stared coldly, Yan Songmou was speechless.
A while ago, he was also the one who said to the Marquis, how come the top master in the capital or the best swordsman in the world is just like an ordinary person in front of a living puppet, and is not worth caring about at all.
"Master Marquis, these twenty puppets are presented to you because my subordinates have trained them for many years, specifically to deal with first-class masters. The Biying Puppet Dance was only learned in the past six months. The real trick is in Merlin.
I can't use it!" Yan Fengren was unwilling to give in. He gritted his teeth and handed over his hand, "Please also ask for permission from the Marquis to move to another place to fight!"
Song Chengming had a sullen face and walked away with a puff of his sleeves.
Master Yan quickly caught up: "Master Hou, these puppets have always been successful against masters in the past. Master Hou has also seen it with his own eyes."
Nankang Hou hurried downstairs, but his expression softened at least.
"They are just some masters who were imprisoned and imprisoned for treason." He snorted heavily.
"Yes, yes, Lord Marquis, but Lady Qing is different. The puppets are all trained in the Nine Transformations of the Netherworld, and Lady Qing also knows Biying's mind skills very well. It's easy to defeat them. Now she only has Feng Ren's trick. She is
Will not."
Master Yan smiled and watched his words. He expected that it would be impossible to kill Cao Xiwan today to avenge him. He quickly advised me, "From my subordinates' point of view, masters like Qing Niangzi are the most aware of current affairs. Even if she sees it,
As for the weakness of the puppet, Lord Marquis lets her know how powerful it is, and if he comforts her, she will be more easily used by Lord Marquis."
"What is the weakness of the puppet?" He stopped downstairs and turned around.
"..." Master Yan was dumbfounded. He didn't know, "My subordinates also speculated based on common sense. Lady Qing must have seen the weakness of the puppet. Maybe it's the voice."
Song Chengming suddenly roared: "After tonight, can I still let her live again!?"
Master Yan retreated in a cold sweat, turned around and ran away. Master Hou had agreed.