The fact that Han Lingqiu was detained was actually quite simple. To sum it up in one sentence, he was an unlucky guy.
Before his death, Shiwu mistakenly thought Han Lingqiu was Shiseventeen. He probably sent a message to Tian Zhixiao, so Tian Zhixiao, who was misled, began to hunt Han Lingqiu. Han Lingqiu was the commander of an army in Daliang, and he was also a skilled martial artist, so he was not easy to approach.
As a result, it happened that the leader of the Jingzhou uprising army was about to surrender to Danzhi. Tian Zhixiao took the opportunity to ask him to trick Han Lingqiu and capture him. This was really an unexpected disaster for Han Lingqiu.
God knows that the "Ten-Seventeen" to be arrested is obviously Duan Xu.
When the real "Ten-seven" blinded his master and fled, he thought that this was the ending that he and the world would know; later, when he killed Ten-fifteen under the city of Shuozhou, he also thought that this was probably the end, but those were not the real past. Perhaps the past does not have a real past, which is why it keeps appearing like this, asking him for an ending.
Duan Xu couldn't help but let out a long sigh.
It was already late at night when he sneaked into Jingzhou City. He first mixed in with the guards and entered Tang Dequan's mansion. Then he left the team and ran between the roofs. He stepped on the tiles as if he was stepping on cotton, without making any sound. In half an hour, he figured out the layout of Tang Dequan's mansion.
This mansion was originally owned by the governor of Jingzhou in Danzhi. Although Danzhi learned to rule the country by law from the Han people, bloodline and human feelings often override legal principles. Therefore, it is common for high-ranking officials of Huqi to set up private prisons and take human lives lightly.
Otherwise, God knows how come after so many years of establishment, the Danzhi Censorate has never asked about this organization that is not in compliance with the law, as if it had not seen anything.
Based on Duan Xu's experience, there must be a private prison in this mansion. If Tang Dequan wanted to imprison Han Lingqiu, he would definitely not put him too far away from him, most likely in the private prison in the mansion.
Danzhi had his own set of theories about Fengshui, and had clear construction and setting requirements for places like private prisons. Duan Xu quickly found the location of the private prison. He leaned on the beam of the corridor to observe the guard patrol of the private prison, and then he saw two people in black cloaks walking out of the gray stone door and talking softly about something.
A gust of wind blew by, lifting their cloaks, and Duan Xu could see their faces clearly. One person was wearing a white and gold priest's robe under his cloak, which looked spotless and out of place in this dark prison. Another person was wearing black clothes, with a firm outline and sharp eyes, which was very suitable for this prison.
Danzhi High Priest Luda, and God Knows the Fourteen.
The person who came this time was Senior Brother Fourteen, who was indeed a senior. Fourteen was a Huqi, and Duan Xu and Fourteen had only met a few times. However, by chance, he happened to meet Fourteen who had just returned from a mission without a mask, so he saw Fourteen's true face.
Before him, Shisi was the most famous disciple in Tianzhixiao and the one that his master relied on the most. After he left, Tianzhixiao seemed to have stopped accepting disciples for a few years. I don't think there would be any madman like him to steal Shisi's limelight.
Duan Xu watched Lu Da and Shi Si go away. Seeing a soldier carrying a lunch box coming towards him in the distance, he jumped down lightly, suddenly grabbed his neck at a corner and inserted a thin thorn deep into his throat, while steadily taking the lunch box from his hand. The soldier twitched and fell down silently. Duan Xu quickly dragged him to a dark place and changed his clothes, then appeared in the corridor and walked towards the prison.
After the password was given, the stone door was pushed open clumsily and heavily. Duan Xu walked down the stairs carrying the lunch box. Before he had taken a few steps, the smell of blood and dampness hit him in the face. Moonlight fell into the cell through the narrow window. Torches were lit at regular intervals in the prison for lighting.
Duan Xu stopped in front of a cell. In the dim cell, Han Lingqiu's hands were hung on the wall, his skin was torn and red and white, like a heavy rag, and his collarbone was pierced and locked by an iron chain. He lowered his head, his hair was messy, and it was unclear whether he was awake or unconscious.
Duan Xu put down the lunch box and looked around, then used the key he got from the soldier to open the prison door and walked in. Han Lingqiu's handcuffs, leg irons and collarbone chain were all locked, which obviously could not be opened with the key from the soldier.
Duan Xu simply took a quick look at the thickness and material of the iron chain, then pulled out the Powang Sword from his waist, weighed it in his hand, and said softly, "It's up to you, Powang."
He swung the sword left and right, and the word "Po" on the blade shone brightly, cutting the chains one after another. It was indeed as sharp as a sword cutting through iron. Duan Xu put away the sword with satisfaction, squatted down, patted Han Lingqiu's face, and said, "Han Lingqiu, wake up, come with me."
Han Lingqiu frowned, shook his head with difficulty and then opened his eyes. His eyes were bloodshot and red, and he looked at Duan Xu blankly.
Then his eyes changed, and he suddenly grabbed Duan Xu's collar and said word by word: "Chi Yeyu..."
Duan Xu's pupils suddenly contracted, he quickly broke free from Han Lingqiu's hands, stood up and looked down at Han Lingqiu who was like a ferocious beast.
What Han Lingqiu said just now was the Hu Qi language, which was the bed of Duan Xu when he was in Tian Zhi Zhi. Before they left for the army, they were not allowed to have names, so they were often called by the names of their beds.
Is this really the worst case scenario? Han Lingqiu actually recovered his memory.
The medicine he gave Han Lingqiu to erase his memory was stolen from Tian Zhixiao, who also had an antidote. Now that Han Lingqiu was in Tian Zhixiao's hands, Duan Xu had expected that if they found out that Han Lingqiu had lost his memory, they might let him take the medicine to restore his memory.
But he also knew that the medicine was difficult to prepare, and that it would take at least two days or at most half a month to slowly restore memory after drinking it. He originally thought that even if Han Lingqiu had already taken the medicine, he could still rescue him before Han Lingqiu recovered his memory. However, he never thought that Han Lingqiu would regain his memory in such a short time.
The moonlight shone coldly on Han Lingqiu's face. The scar running down his forehead became more hideous, as if he had been torn apart by the scar. Duan Xu was reflected in his blood-red eyes, which were filled with deep hatred.
Hatred.
Just like the seven years they had spent in God Knows, they had never met before, but they were fighting to the death, and they didn't know what they hated, they just hated it.
Duan Xu squatted down, lifted Han Lingqiu's collar and stared into his eyes, smiling, "Han Lingqiu, wake up, open your eyes and look carefully, I am your marshal, you are my general! I don't have time to tangle with you now, stand up and follow me."
Han Lingqiu was stunned for a moment. He repeated in a low voice: "Marshal... General... Han Lingqiu..."
Han Lingqiu clenched his fists, lowered his head and gritted his teeth, and a discordant sound like a wail came out of his mouth, as if he was torn apart by his absurd and contradictory past.
Noticing the footsteps, Duan Xu immediately stood up and turned around, and saw Lu Da returning. He walked slowly into the cell and looked at Duan Xu with a complicated expression.
"Ten-seven, you are still alive." After a pause, Lu Da added: "You are Duan Xu, General Duan of Daliang."
Duan Xu was silent for a moment, then turned his head and smiled brightly: "It's been many years since we last met. Hope you are well, High Priest. I said it would be best if we never met again. This is really unfortunate."
A creaking sound came from the darkness, as if the wheels were turning. Duan Xu clenched the Delusion-Breaking Sword and turned his eyes. A wooden wheelchair slowly emerged from the darkness and entered the area illuminated by the moonlight. The person in the wheelchair was wearing a black robe, and around his waist hung a Huqi ornament made of bone and silver. The light climbed up the person's face inch by inch. It was a wrinkled face of a man who was nearly sixty years old. He still had a firm outline and a majestic aura, but there were only purple scars on his eyes, and his white hair was neatly braided.
Duan Xu slowly opened his eyes wide.
His master Murtu was his "father" from the age of seven to fourteen.
For a moment he did not know where he was.
He seemed to hear the roar of burning trees, the gurgling of blood, the clanging of swords, the crack of whips, and the crisp sound of bones breaking, which swept over from the past. Crying, screaming, some people shouted at the top of their lungs that they would never forgive him, some people begged him miserably to let him go, and some people laughed in a half-real and half-false way.
This laughter was extremely harsh, like sharp thorns growing from a sea of blood, piercing everyone including himself. Who was laughing
It seems to be seventeen.
Yes? Himself.
At that time, the old man in front of him was sharp-eyed and sharp-eared, with an arrogant and contemptuous look. He bent down, held his blood-stained hands and said - you are indeed a genius, a blessing from the God of the Sky.
—You did a great job. You are worthy of being the person I choose.
Duan Xu took two steps back. Amid the bloody chaos, the old man in front of him would occasionally reveal an awkward gentleness.
—The Western Regions have sent some sweet fruits as tribute. Only children like you like this kind of thing. You can take some and eat them.
—Are you injured again? I'll give you three days to rest. So what if I favor them? If they were all like you, I would still favor them.
Duan Xu's eyes gradually turned red, and the madness that he usually concealed gradually emerged. He was like a hedgehog with all its spikes standing up. He smiled and said, "Master, how are you? Congratulations, you finally ambushed me."
This disgusting and fearful person, the one who always praised him with the things he feared and hated the most, the one who kept him in the quagmire for a long time.
Also? The one who supported the back of his head with his other hand, allowing him to float out of the mud and breathe.
The old man was silent. There was a distance of two meters between them. Nine years had passed. There was a relationship between master and disciple, and a dazzling hatred.
He said calmly: "You saved him once, and you saved him a second time. Why?"
Duan Xu seemed to think about it seriously and said, "Why? Why... Maybe it's the same reason why I didn't kill you back then, because of my compassion that you despised."
"Your martial arts, all your skills, were all taught by me."
"You also told me to kill everyone I killed."
"People are divided into different classes. You betrayed me for those lowly people?"
Duan Xu laughed and shook his head. Realizing that Murtu couldn't see him shaking his head, he said, "Master, we have deep-rooted differences in our bones. We can't understand each other."
At this point, he suddenly realized what he had been avoiding. In his heart, he longed for an ending where he would never see Murtu again.
There is no way to explain the hatred between them. Let all the unspeakable resentment, pain, gratitude and betrayal disappear in the shadow behind Seventeen, forever disappear in the shadow, and end with death.
When he fled, he thought that a man as tough and arrogant as his master would never leave Tianzhixiao Villa after being betrayed and blinded, hiding his miserable and decadent appearance behind his glorious name. He never thought that he would see him again in this life.
"Han people are inferior and cannot be trusted." Shi Si said. He stood behind Murtu, pushing Murtu's wheelchair, and looked at Duan Xu with a pair of vigilant eyes like an eagle.
Duan Xu smiled and lowered his head, then picked up Han Lingqiu from the ground and said, "Did you hear me? Why don't you come with me? Do you want to stay here and be a slave?"
Lu Da said to Han Lingqiu: "All those who dedicate themselves to Cangshen are the people of Cangshen. You are from Danzhi. You are not Han Lingqiu. Your parents are both faithful believers of Cangshen. They dedicated you to Tianzhi, hoping that you can stand out and serve Cangshen. To this day, your parents are still waiting for your return in Danzhi. You also have a younger sister, do you remember?"
Fourteen said in a gloomy voice, "Originally, you should have been Seventeen. That guy is a heretic with ulterior motives. He has no qualifications to participate in the evening test. He ruined your life, separated you from your parents and relatives, and led you astray to serve the enemy country. The person you should hate the most is him. None of you can leave today."
Han Lingqiu screamed almost crazily, he broke free from Duan Xu's hand, covered his face with his hands and trembled violently. He suddenly pressed Duan Xu against the wall and grabbed his throat, and shouted with red eyes: "Why did you kill me directly? Why did you save me? Why did you save me?"
Duan Xu looked around at the people standing in the prison, Luda, Shi Si, Murtu, Han Lingqiu and the countless soldiers in the dark.
This is really like being surrounded by wolves.
"To be honest, I kind of regret coming to save you now." Duan Xu said with a smile.