Building The Ultimate Fantasy

Chapter 43: Count the life of Young Master Lu

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The night was as frosty as a veil, covering the entire Beiluo City with a layer of radiance.

Lu Changkong rode his horse and took a deep breath. What poured into his mouth was blood that was so thick that it couldn't be dispelled.

His heart trembled slightly.

Could it be... was Mo Tianyu really counted

Did Lu Fan really die under the cooperation of the three great families and the Sword Sect

Wearing cold armor, Lu Changkong was riding on the bloody horse. Suddenly, his back was a little bent.

Luo Yue followed Lu Changkong silently, and he naturally smelled the blood in the air.

He clenched the reins tightly, his face sinking like water.

There was the sound of the wheels rubbing against the blue bricks, and the five-horse cart came, and the sound of hooves gradually died down.

The curtain was lifted, and Mo Tianyu got out of the carriage, with a huge wine gourd pinned to his waist, and took a deep breath of the bloody air.

"This is a city full of killings."

Mo Tianyu said with emotion.

"The hexagram of great evil, this time, I didn't make a mistake... How I wish this hexagram was wrong, but unfortunately, the way of heaven is hard to break, City Lord Lu, my condolences."

Afterwards, he untied the gourd around his waist and took a sip of the wine. The liquid was thin and strong, dispelling the smell of blood.

He was sitting on the frame, with a pair of straw sandals drooping, and a Confucian shirt showing his chest, swaying, with a dissolute and uninhibited demeanor.

Lu Changkong glanced at him, but murderous aura surged out of his eyes.

There is a tendency to draw a knife in anger, and blood splatters five steps.

Mo Tianyu was fearless, took a sip of wine, hiccupped, and laughed loudly.

"That's right. Although the peasant family is in decline, it is still one of the hundreds of schools. You, a descendant of the peasant family, should have some domineering spirit that all the schools of thought should have..."

Lu Changkong glanced at Mo Tianyu and narrowed his eyes.

"Sir, don't talk nonsense, you need to be responsible for your words and deeds."

Lu Changkong said indifferently.

"Lao Luo, follow up, let's go back to the Lu Mansion."

"If something happens to Fan'er, we will raise our troops and destroy the Zhongnan Sword Sect! Even if we abandon Beiluo, it doesn't matter!"

Lu Changkong threw down these loud words, raised his whip, and lashed the horses.

The sound of the horse's hooves exploded, and they galloped towards the Lu residence.

Luo Yue's eyes fluttered, he put his hand on the long sword at his waist, and growled: "The last general will follow to the death!"

Three hundred iron cavalry also followed.

On the main long street of Beiluo City, only Mo Tianyu was sitting on the carriage frame, holding a gourd.

He looked at Juechen and the group of people leaving, and grinned.

Then let the coachman follow.

Lu Changkong's face was originally gloomy.

But…

As the horse galloped through the city, the expression on his face became more and more strange and puzzled.

Finally, he met a few iron-blooded soldiers who were handling the corpses in the distance, and his eyes were fixed.

"Xi Law."

Pulling the reins, slowing down the speed, the horse's hooves fell rhythmically on the blue bricks like raindrops.

Lu Changkong turned over and walked towards those iron-blooded soldiers with big strides.

Several iron-blooded soldiers also saw Lu Changkong, with excitement on their faces.

The mayor is back

"Meet the city lord!"

Several Jagged soldiers knelt on the ground on one knee.

"How is the young master?"

"What happened? The tower guards, where are the others?"

"How's the situation ahead?"

"How about casualties?"

Lu Changkong frowned, asked several questions in succession with a cold face.

The iron-blooded soldiers who knelt on one knee were a little confused by Lu Changkong's slapstick questions, and they faltered for a while, unable to speak.

Luo Yue behind Lu Changkong couldn't bear it anymore.

With angry eyes, he stepped forward with a step, and let out a roar like a lion's roar.

"Ask you guys! Are you all scared?! Are you holding back your fart?!"

Several soldiers shook their faces.

"Report to the city lord."

"The battle in the city... has already ended."

Finally, a soldier spoke.

Lu Changkong was taken aback.

Before he could continue to ask, the soldier had already explained what had happened.

"Liu, Zhu, and Chen's three great aristocratic families were confiscated and exterminated by the young master for the crime of treason, and all the strong sword sects were killed. Hundreds of Confucian scholars insulted the young master on Beiluo Lake, and were also ordered by the young master to be escorted to the prison and wiped out. neck… "

The soldier's speech speed was not slow, but his words, in the ears of Lu Changkong and Luo Yue, seemed to be like thunder.

What the hell? !

The previous information... Isn't it like this

Why is everything the other way around

Lu Changkong's cheeks trembled slightly, "Really?"

The soldier who reported was about to cry. Could it be that he still dared to lie

"Why are there only a few guards left on the tower, what about the others? Are there serious casualties?"

Lu Changkong continued to ask.

The soldiers clasped their fists together: "I would like to report to the city lord that in this battle... brothers, eighteen people were injured and three people were killed."

"As for the others... they were all called by Commander Luo to remove the corpses."

Hanging in the carriage behind Lu Changkong's three hundred cavalry, there was a sudden sound of astonishment.

"Impossible, the Seven Heroes of the Sword Sect have come and five people, what do you rely on, and what do you use to win the victory?!"

In the carriage, Mo Tianyu's voice of doubt came.

Lu Changkong's face immediately fell.

"Mo Tianyu, Mr. Lu said that Your Excellency is responsible for your own words and deeds. Could it be that my son is not worthy of living because of your next word?"

After hearing Mo Tianyu's words, Lu Changkong's face suddenly turned cold.

Luo Yue also stared at Mo Tianyu unkindly.

"If you are not the first disciple of the national teacher, Lu will kill you now."

Lu Changkong said calmly.

Mo Tianyu was not stupid, he knew his words were wrong, but the arrogance in his heart made him not admit his mistake, and just cupped his hands towards Lu Changkong.

After that, he took out three copper coins from the Confucian shirt and looked at them carefully.

Could his hexagram be wrong again? !

Lu Changkong took a deep breath, turned his head to look at the soldiers, narrowed his eyes, and calmed down.

"Okay, very good... as long as Fan'er is safe."

Although he didn't know what happened, Lu Fan seemed to have taken care of everything.

Knowing that Lu Fan was safe, Lu Changkong was not in a hurry to return to the Lu residence.

He was going to finish up for Lu Fan.

"Five of the Seven Heroes of the Sword Sect have come. Unless Lu Changkong sits in Beiluo and surrounds them with an elite cavalry formed by 300 warriors... Otherwise, Lu Ping'an will die with the strength of Beiluo City's defenders!"

"I do not believe… "

In the carriage.

Mo Tianyu scratched his disheveled hair, squeezed the copper coins with his fingers, drank the gourd wine, threw the copper coins, and sprayed a mouthful of wine mist.

The copper coins were rolled up in the wine mist and spread flat in his palm.

He squinted his eyes, thinking about the hexagram under the moonlight illuminated by the window of the carriage.

"It's still a hexagram of great evil, the son of Lu Changkong... obviously doomed."

Mo Tianyu put away the copper coins, and scratched his hair a little irritably.

"No, I have to do a calculation in front of Young Master Lu, and calculate this person's life!"

"Go to Lu Mansion."

Mo Tianyu shouted at the coachman.

Lu Mansion.

In Lu Fan's other courtyard.

Jing Yue sat cross-legged on the ground with the pineapple sword box on his back.

Looking at the night sky full of stars, I feel a little melancholy.

He survived.

At this moment, when he thought of Lu Fan in the wheelchair, looking at him indifferently, he still had lingering fears.

Originally, he thought he could live if he surrendered, but Lu Fan's words "give me a reason to let you live" made Jing Yue's heart a little cold.

If he can't give a reason, that's death.

The Sword Sect's power in Beiluo City was directly uprooted by Lu Fan with his overwhelming strength.

Four of the Seven Heroes of the Sword Sect were all killed.

And if he hadn't been quick-witted and handed over the sword sect's most important blood-moving technique and several sets of swordsmanship in exchange for his life, I'm afraid... even if he surrendered, he would only end up being smeared.

Because... he knows too much.

The moon is cold, just like Jing Yue's cold heart.

Today's Jing Yue is no longer one of the Seven Heroes of the Sword Sect, he has a brand new identity...

Young Master Lu's servant.

The one with no name.

That's right, in order to survive, Jing Yue not only sold blood-moving skills and sword skills, but also packaged and sold himself.

However, he didn't feel too much humiliation.

Just like he always thought.

To be alive...isn't it good

Raising her head, on the roof of Lu Fan's room, Ning Zhao was sitting cross-legged in a white dress, with the moonlight shining down on her body, like a banished fairy born out of dust, with a peerless beauty.

With his eyes closed, his luck was shining, his heart felt something, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and he opened his eyes.

He glanced at Jing Yue indifferently.

Jing Yue's face froze, and he showed a stiff smile towards Ning Zhao.

suddenly.

Ning Zhao raised her head, frowned, and looked out of the mansion.

Jing Yue in the courtyard also shrank his eyes.

Outside the Lu residence.

The luxurious carriage pulled by five horses stopped slowly, and the horses neighed.

With disheveled hair and carrying a gourd, Mo Tianyu stepped out of the carriage.

Seeing that the gate of the Lu residence was closed, Mo Tianyu narrowed his eyes.

He weighed the gourd in his hand.

Then, with drooping soles of straw sandals, she stepped on the carriage frame.

The chic body soared into the air, jumped onto the roof of the Lu Mansion, stepped on the bricks and tiles, practiced lightness skills, and went straight to the depths of the Lu Mansion.

(end of this chapter)