boom!
In the small courtyard, a gust of wind suddenly blew up.
The stone chairs and stone tables were shaken by the strong wind, and some of the planted trees were shaking and falling leaves were flying.
Mo Tianyu's face was flushed red, his pupils constricted, and he couldn't believe it.
The people in the house, without even showing their faces, erupted with such terrifying power, like a fairy coming to the dust!
The huge pressure made Mo Tianyu's blood start to coagulate.
Suddenly, he had a feeling, as if he was facing the enraged master at the moment.
Mo Tianyu's strength is not weak, he is the master of Qixiang, at his age, it is not easy to have such strength, this is also the capital of his arrogance.
However, with the strength of Grandmaster Seven Sounds, facing the palm that was slapped from inside the house, there was a kind of powerlessness to the extreme.
Mo Tianyu's clothes were blown against his body, and his hair was blown back.
The palm of the hand where the light blue air flow gathered, the middle finger folded with the index finger, as if the sleeves were rolled up.
Boom!
There was a bang.
Mo Tianyu's wine gourd exploded immediately.
Mouth and nose are spurting blood.
On top of his head, the arrogance of Confucianism that he was so proud of was disintegrated by this finger. His arrogance that could easily suppress Jing Yue was like paper in front of this finger.
Click.
The unrivaled pressure fell on Mo Tianyu's head like a towering mountain.
He was so pressed that his neck became bent.
boom!
The invisible air wave exploded.
Mo Tianyu felt the ground explode under his feet, and there was severe pain in his body.
As soon as the eyes went dark, only blood and flesh remained.
In the yard, the terrifying pressure was all gone.
However, the gust of wind also slowly stopped...
In the yard.
Jing Yue's face turned red, and he knelt on the ground with a sad face.
"My son... one of my own!"
Jing Yue let out a growl of grievance with difficulty in his throat.
In the courtyard, the pressure suddenly disappeared.
Jing Yue felt that the force pressing his whole body gradually moved away, and only then could he raise his neck reluctantly.
The moonlight sprinkled down coldly.
The yard was a bit messy, with fallen leaves scattered all over the ground, and collapsed stone chairs and so on.
However, what shocked Jing Yue the most was not these, but... a head protruding from the ground in the center of the yard.
The owner of that head is the Confucian leader who defeated him with that trick... Mo Tianyu!
Mo Tianyu at this moment.
It looked extremely miserable.
The presumptuous, unrestrained and unrestrained style in the past has long been a thing of the past.
His whole body was slapped by Shenlai's palm like a carrot, and it was stuck into the ground.
There was only Yike whose head fell outside alone, and blood continued to overflow all over his body.
Jing Yue gasped, his whole body trembling slightly.
He was a little scared.
Fortunately, he surrendered decisively and directly enough, otherwise... His fate might not be much better than the half-dead Mo Tianyu at this moment.
Young master's method... really unpredictable!
Mo Tianyu is an upright Confucian Seven Sounds master.
One word can tell the situation is changing, and the awe-inspiring righteousness shakes the world.
However, such a master of Qixiang, who could almost walk sideways in the Great Zhou Dynasty... was slapped like an onion at this moment.
Ning Zhao floated down, and the icy cicada-winged sword exuded a radiant brilliance.
She looked at Mo Tianyu indifferently, without sympathy or pity.
This is all he asked for.
She had warned him, but this Mo Tianyu relied on his own strength and insisted on going his own way, even wanting to tell the fortune for the young master.
In the end, it came to this miserable end.
However, Ning Zhao was a little surprised...
With the young master's narrow-mindedness, he unexpectedly killed Mo Tianyu.
Mo Tianyu's mouth and nose were bleeding, only his head was sticking out of the ground, and his whole body was punched into the ground with one finger.
His consciousness is slightly fuzzy at the moment.
Lu Fan asked him if he had ever told his own fortune.
To be honest... Before leaving Beijing, Mo Tianyu really made a fortune for himself.
That hexagram is obviously auspicious...
When Mo Tianyu thought of the hexagram at this moment, he felt sad from the bottom of his heart, good luck...what the hell!
At that moment just now, he walked in front of the gate of hell.
At this moment, he was obviously in severe pain all over his body, but his head was very clear.
He couldn't help but think of the feeling of disappointment when the national teacher sat in the rocking chair in front of the book pavilion and talked about life and death with him.
It turns out... death is really scary.
Mo Tianyu looked towards the dark room.
From the beginning to the end, the people in the house never showed up, and they didn't even show their faces. They just said three words and lost three things, and he ended up like this.
Mo Tianyu took a deep breath, but blood poured into his throat, and he coughed chokingly.
The young master of Beiluolu... really has the power of gods and demons? !
"Young master, how to deal with this person?"
Holding the Cicada Wing Sword, Ning Zhao looked into the house under the moonlight and asked.
Jing Yue got up, put the sword back into the sword case, and couldn't help but raise his heart.
The room was very quiet, pitch black as ink, with no light emitting from it.
After a long time, a faint voice floated out.
"killed."
The light words lingered in the courtyard.
Ning Zhao didn't change his expression, he held the Cicada Wing Sword and nodded.
"Here."
As for Jing Yue, his face was trembling.
This is Mo Tianyu, the first disciple of Confucianism... the disciple of the Grand Master of Zhou, if Lu Fan killed him so casually, wouldn't he be afraid of arousing the wrath of the Master
Jing Yue opened his mouth, wanting to warn Lu Fan.
However, when the words got to his throat... He hesitated.
If Lu Fan felt that he was questioning his decision and killed him in a fit of anger, wouldn't it be a big loss if he spoke admonishing him
Therefore, Jing Yue remained silent from the bottom of his heart.
Ning Zhao's white skirt was rolled up, her cicada-winged sword was raised, and the skin on her beautiful face was as delicate as white porcelain under the moonlight.
She rolled up her sleeves, raised her bare hands, and planned to cut off Mo Tianyu's head like cutting leeks.
suddenly.
Outside the house, a crooked black shadow fell instantly.
"Young master, absolutely not!"
When Lao Huang fell to the ground, his heart skipped a beat, but he yelled out hastily and hoarsely.
Ning Zhao's movements froze.
Outside the small courtyard, there was a clanging sound.
Several figures rushed over quickly and stepped into the courtyard.
Lu Changkong held the helmet in one hand, was wearing armor, and the other hand rested on the long knife at his waist, with a stern demeanor.
Luo Yue followed behind him.
The two stepped into the courtyard, and under the moonlight, they saw Mo Tianyu's head on the ground.
Luo Yue and Lu Changkong were startled. If Mo Tianyu hadn't twisted his neck, they would have thought that Mo Tianyu's head had been cut off.
"Sister Ning, stop."
Inside the room, Lu Fan's words came out lightly.
In fact, he had already sensed that Lu Changkong was coming.
"Fan'er, how are you?"
Lu Changkong looked into the house and asked with concern.
As for Mo Tianyu who was buried on the ground with only his head left, he didn't care.
If Mo Tianyu didn't have a national teacher behind him.
The crime of breaking into Lu's residence at night alone was enough for Lu Changkong to kill him.
inside the house.
Rustle.
Ning Zhao put away the Cicada Wing Sword and entered the house.
Soon, he pushed the wheelchair out.
The cold moonlight shone on the handsome young man with red lips and white teeth sitting in the wheelchair.
"I'm sorry for my father's concern. I'm in a good mood today, and my thoughts are clear. I'm really happy."
In the wheelchair, Lu Fan chuckled lightly.
in the yard.
Mo Tianyu finally met Lu Fan.
With the clapping of his palms, he almost killed his terrifying existence.
It turned out that it was such a physically weak young man who sat in a wheelchair, was harmless to humans and animals, and was as beautiful as jade.
Lu Changkong asked Lu Fan with concern for a long time.
The father and son chatted freely under the moonlight.
As for that Mo Tianyu, it seemed that he had been completely forgotten.
"Father, although this person is the first disciple of the national teacher, if he disturbs the child's sleep, he can be punished for death, but he cannot escape the crime of living... Just let him stay like this for a few days, and let the national teacher come and lead him in person."
"When the national teacher comes, he will be unearthed."
Lu Fan said lightly.
After the words fell, without leaving any room for discussion, Ning Zhao pushed back into the room.
Lu Changkong smiled, and didn't intend to speak up for Mo Tianyu.
Glancing with a half-smile, Mo Tianyu, who was stuck in the ground like an onion, took Luo Yue and Lao Huang and left Lu Fan's other courtyard. The coachman passed the news.
In the yard, Jing Yue was carrying the sword box on his shoulders, and just breathed a sigh of relief, when he secretly rejoiced at his choice of not escaping this time.
Suddenly, a faint voice lingered in Jing Yue, as if whispering in his ear.
The crooning voice was undeniable.
"Take care of him. If he dies, he will look for you, and if he runs away... I will look for you too, until the national teacher comes to lead him."
…
In the room, the shattered moonlight shone.
Lu Fan sat cross-legged, his mind racing.
The appearance of Mo Tianyu can only be regarded as a small episode to him.
Tonight, he still has work to do.
With a thought, a system panel appeared in front of his eyes.
His eyes moved sideways and landed on the [Preaching Platform] in the authority column.
"[Preaching platform] is turned on, and the soul strength will be automatically deducted by 1..."
hum...
A system prompt pops up.
In front of Lu Fan's eyes, a ray of light and an irresistible suction appeared again.
When Lu Fan opened his eyes, he found himself sitting cross-legged in the center of the gossip formation on the preaching platform, with viscous spiritual energy flowing slowly around him.
suddenly.
Lu Fan raised his eyebrows slightly.
But I saw a line of prompts pop up in front of me.
"Detection: Xiang Shaoyun (identity: the prefect of Xijun) has successfully reached the second level of Qidan, and can get a ray of spiritual energy. Is the commission?"
(end of this chapter)