Chang'an, Daming Palace.
In the middle of the night, Yinhan Tongboliang, twenty-eight nights in Chaoyutang.
A sharp bird song pierced the night sky, and in the bedroom, the emperor who was listening to his servant reading with his eyes slightly closed suddenly opened his eyes.
A moment later, an eunuch in a shirt stepped over the threshold and walked quickly into the hall, with a small eagle on his arm!
"Saint," the eunuch bowed, and then stepped forward to offer a silver tube from the eagle's leg with both hands, and said in a low voice, "Please look."
The emperor took the silver tube, but he was not in a hurry to open it. After looking at it for a moment, he showed a faint sneer: "Xinying at the secret door, I haven't seen you for several years... So they still remember my master."
The eunuch deeply owed his body: "One day is the master, and the whole life is the master, as the sage said."
The surroundings were quiet, the servant had already put away the book, and retreated aside with low eyebrows, only the distant sound of night insects chirping could be heard in the big sleeping hall.
After a while, the emperor finally snorted softly from his nasal cavity, pulled out the scroll from the silver tube, and opened it to have a look.
"Saint," the servant hurried forward to the door: "His Royal Highness is here!"
In the fragrant wind, subtle jewels and emeralds blow from afar, rings jingle, skirts reach the ground, climb up the white jade steps step by step, and stride across the atrium. The empress of this huge empire brought only the maids with her, and put on a fur cloak over her pajamas, and hurried to the front of Zichen's back hall, bent over while the maids bowed down slowly, and said loudly: "Your Majesty. "
—Although Empress Wu is over forty years old, she still vaguely has the appearance of her youth. Years of experience in killing and making decisions at the pinnacle of power made her look not as delicate as a woman, but instead had a tough, decent, calm and extremely charming charm.
The emperor sized her up for a while, then said calmly, "Why is the empress here?"
Empress Wu said: "The guards reported that there was a letter eagle flying over the palace. I thought that there was a change in the front line, so I came here in a hurry. I hope your majesty will not be surprised."
Over the years, as long as she was in the inner court, Empress Wu has always referred to herself as me in front of the emperor, and everyone has become accustomed to it.
"You are well-informed." The emperor threw the silver tube on the desk with a clang, and suddenly asked, "Where is Commander Xie of the imperial army?"
The expression in Empress Wu's eyes changed slightly, and she didn't answer directly: "The commander of the imperial army is not allowed to leave Beijing without orders."
"yes?"
"yes."
"What about Commander Xie?"
"I'm not on duty tonight, I'm supposed to be in the Commander's Mansion."
There was a few breaths of silence in the bedroom, and the emperor said coldly: "Since that's the case, I ordered people to leave the palace to express my gratitude to the commander who came inside to face the saint. Come here, give the empress seat, and serve tea!"
Empress Wu was full of doubts, so she stepped forward and sat down. After a while, she saw the dark red clothes flashing outside the bedroom door where no one was paying attention—it was a guard who personally brought the tea to the door, and was picked up by a little maid, who walked through it with low eyebrows and eyes In the inner corridor, come to the queen's seat.
"Your Highness, please."
When Empress Wu raised her eyes, she saw that the little maid looked down, but her mouth was slightly opened to make a few words—
Hangzhou and Zhou.
Snow lotus.
Empress Wu suddenly changed color, got up and came to the emperor's seat and bowed deeply: "Your Majesty!"
The emperor was summoning his servants to continue studying, when he heard this, he raised his head and asked, "What's the matter?"
"I have concealed something just now, please forgive me. Your Majesty can call back the person who was sent to lead the mansion. Xie Yun has already left Beijing under my order. It's just that I hesitated in my heart just now, so I didn't reveal the truth immediately..."
A look of distrust crossed the emperor's face: "What did he do?"
"Go to the south," Empress Wu said calmly, "look for the snow lotus that the prince can heal."
The emperor waved his hand to order the servants to step back, and folded his hands in front of him. After a long time, he frowned and asked, "Why didn't you say that just now?"
There were only confidantes and guards left in the palace. Empress Wu glanced out of the corner of her eye, lifted her skirt, gritted her teeth and knelt on the ground: "Your Majesty, listen to me. Since the East Palace was poisoned, Your Majesty has rarely set foot in Qingning Palace. I know that Your Majesty has doubts in my heart because of my previous reprimands for the prince, but—a tiger does not eat its offspring, after all, Hong'er is the eldest son of me and Your Majesty!"
"Your Majesty, do you remember that Hong'er was conceived by me when I was still in Ganye Temple? After returning to the palace, there was the abolished Empress Wang's family inside, and Han Yuan came to help outside. How I was eagerly looking forward to the birth of Honger, now thinking about it, I vividly remember it, how could I have the heart to poison my own child with my own hands?!"
The emperor's face was slightly moved, and he asked after a while: "You want to find medicine for the crown prince, just to put it bluntly, why did you secretly order Xie Yun to leave Beijing?"
"Your Majesty!" Empress Wu raised her head and said in a trembling voice, "If I said it straight at the beginning, what would your Majesty think in your heart? Once you have doubts, you will be suspicious everywhere. If your Majesty believes that I am a treacherous and vicious person in your heart, then it is just a sentence or two. The explanation is clear! I just want to quickly find the antidote to heal Hong'er, then won't His Majesty's suspicions about me be cleared away naturally?"
"Your Majesty has been married to me for many years. Don't you know what kind of person I am?"
It seemed that even the air in the sleeping hall was frozen, and even the ambergris cigarettes curling up from the golden furnace were silently fixed there.
"..."
After a long, long time, the emperor finally let out a long sigh, got up and went forward to help Empress Wu from the ground with his own hands.
"Don't blame me for being overhearted... Since Hong'er was poisoned these days, my heart has been very messed up..."
Empress Wu relaxed slightly, and supported the emperor with her backhand. The husband and wife walked together and sat down facing each other, looking at each other.
The night wind in early autumn passes through the Zichen Hall, blowing the heavy jade hooks and ice silk, like countless butterflies flying, and wafting the fragrance of water lilies in the Taiye Pool in the distance throughout the hall.
"Commander Xie's martial arts skills are unrivaled in the world, and he has always had his way in the world. It would be a good thing if he could find out about Snow Lotus..."
The emperor paused for a moment, then changed the topic: "But the commander of the imperial army is not allowed to go out of Beijing. This is the rule established by Emperor Taizong after he established the Beiya, and there is its own reason in it. I think it is better to do this. You will send an order to thank you tomorrow morning." The commander asked him to return to Beijing immediately, and the matter of inquiring about snow lotus in the south will be handled by the secret door..."
Empress Wu wondered: "Secret door? Isn't the secret door already—"
The emperor nodded, but he didn't give much explanation, he just said: "If you are worried about the secret door, I will order Xiaoqi General Yu Wenhu to lead troops to the south to meet him. As long as he gets the antidote, he will fly back to Beijing immediately. Yu Wen I can trust Tiger's loyalty, so it will be safe, what does the Empress think?"
The husband and wife smiled and looked at each other, just like a pair of lovers in the world.
Empress Wu nodded slightly to meet the emperor's gaze, and said softly: "I also feel very good."
Half an hour later, in front of Qingning Palace.
The servant put down his shoulders, Empress Wu waved back the maid who came to help her, stepped on the ground with one step, and said coldly: "What is going on with your commander?!"
In front of the main hall of Qingning Palace, there were already two imperial guards in dark red martial robes kneeling—one of them had deep eyebrows and a handsome face, especially the line of his jaw was extremely similar to Xie Yun, and he was the one who talked to Yu Wenhu in Xie's study. Shadow Guard!
"Back to Your Highness. Our commander did set off south to visit the snow lotus more than half a month ago, but that was because the snow lotus is really hard to find, and he definitely didn't intend to disobey His Highness's instructions! Ma Xin and others recently traveled from the south There is news that the commander's side is progressing smoothly, and it has been—”
Empress Wu said angrily: "Why didn't you tell me! Did your commander even hide something from me?!"
The two imperial guards kowtowed at the same time, and the shadow guard became anxious and his voice was somewhat similar to Xie Yun: "Queen, calm down! It really happened suddenly that the commander left Beijing, and I didn't expect it at all before! Only the monk Xin Chao from the Ci'en Temple and Lian Ma It took three days for Xin to set off from the capital with his troops, and it was too late to report the news to Qingning Palace..."
Empress Wu signaled the imperial guards to get up and follow, and turned around to walk into the hall. After taking two steps, I suddenly felt something was wrong: "Wait, monk from Ci'en Temple? What's his name?"
"If you go back to the queen, call me Xinchao."
"..."
The Queen's footsteps stopped suddenly.
"Your Highness?"
Empress Wu turned her head, and if she listened carefully, her voice was a little unsteady at the moment: "... how old is that monk, and what does he look like?"
The two imperial guards didn't understand, so they looked at each other, hesitantly described Monk Xia Xinchao's appearance, height and age, and added: "This man was taken in by Master Zhiyuan two years ago, and he has always been safe in the temple. , without any bad comments. In fact, it was a coincidence that the commander met him, probably because the monk was also there on the day the East Palace was poisoned... "
Empress Wu gasped slightly, and took half a step back.
"Why..." she murmured, her rouged red lips were trembling uncontrollably.
"Why is he... still alive..."
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Jiangnan, Forging Sword Village.
Although the Biezhuang is located in the back mountain and far from the main house compound, it is exquisite and gorgeous with lush flowers and trees. It was evening and dusk, and a group of more than ten people filled the front hall. After the maidservants served tea one by one, the old lady turned ashen and reluctantly ordered: "Go to the inner room and invite the young lady out."
Xie Yun opened the teacup to have a look, then burst out laughing, and said softly to Shan Chao: "Master, thanks to you, we can't even drink the dregs of tea."
I saw that the water in the cup turned out to be white water, not even a little hot—Shan Chao opened his own teacup to see the same thing, and shook his head helplessly.
Seeing that no one was paying attention, the one-year-old disciple in front of him turned his head and bowed his hands to Shan Chao unobtrusively, and said softly: "Zhou Yu in Xiaqingcheng, I am honored to meet the master today, and I am extremely respectful."
Shan Chao didn't know how to respond, so he just nodded.
Zhou Yu didn't care about Shan Chao's slightly indifferent response, he just said angrily: "I didn't expect Dianjianzhuang to send Miss Fu here last night, but it's a hidden place. It's a pity that the master knows everything well, The good thing about Forging Sword Village has been ruined, and now they can only come back to bring the eldest lady back from the dead—it can be seen that it was a waste of work and lost the lives of innocent people!"
Shan Chao said: "I don't dare to be that."
He paused, then said in a deep voice: "No matter what, this matter cannot be private. After they bring Miss Fu back, they will make a decision—"
His voice stopped suddenly.
What will happen
Report to the official? Redress? Or make the master and the old lady of the martial arts family pay for their life for the rough girl they bought with money
——Even if it can be compensated, what about the parents who sold their own daughter for a hundred taels of silver? How should they deal with it
The rivers and lakes are full of wind and rain, and the world is precarious. How many unfair and unreasonable things happen all the time, how many white cloths can't cover the loess and can't bury them, but it is a matter of course that we all know the existence of wronged souls.
- This is the way of the world.
Everyone is living a life of groping the gaps, running around and digging camps, trying to extract a little bit of happiness and satisfaction from it, and getting used to swallowing more depression and blockages, the world.
Shan Chao let out a long and thorough breath, but some kind of stagnant lump was stuck in his throat, and he couldn't swallow it, and couldn't spit it out.
It took him a long while before he smiled at the earnest eyes of the Qingcheng disciples—at least that brief smile was stable, calm and open.
"I'm going to do my best," he said.
The servant girl who went to the inner room to invite the lady out walked for a long time, and everyone in the front hall was waiting anxiously. Jing Ling was especially impatient, she clasped the table with her knuckles, and knocked down the teacup with a bang: "—Why have you been here for so long, don't you just play tricks again?"
Now the voices of everyone in the hall can be asked. Fu Wenjie had no choice but to be patient and said: "Young Master Jing, please wait a moment, maybe sister She needs some time to tidy up, and I will send someone to remind her..."
Jing Ling said coldly: "If you guys dare to play any tricks at Forging Sword Village, don't blame me for being rude!"
Fu Wenjie swallowed his anger and dared not speak, and ordered someone to urge Fu Xiangrong to come out. Unexpectedly, just as the servant was told to go, there was a terrified scream from the inner room, followed by ping-pong-pong, footsteps staggered towards, and the servant girl screamed: "Come here! There is, there is a ghost!"
"Miss, come and save Miss!"
Everyone in the front hall was stunned, and the old lady got up abruptly: "What's wrong?"
A few maids rushed into the door, staggered and fell to the ground in an instant, scrambling and shouting: "No, it's not good, hurry up and save the lady!"
"Little Miss hanged herself!"
The old lady stabbed her eyes and fell head over heels, but at this moment no one cared about her anymore. Fu Wenjie yelled: "What's going on? How is it possible?!" Before he finished speaking, Chen Haiping, Jing Ling, Shan Chao and others rushed out of the hall door like lightning and rushed towards the backyard!
With a bang, the door of the inner room was slammed open, and everyone gasped when they touched the scene inside the room.
Seeing the three feet of white silk hanging on the beam of the room, Fu Xiangrong was hanging on it, as expected he had really lost all life.
And the frightening thing is not only this, but on the ground under Fu Xiangrong's feet, there is a little swaddle that is covered with mud, but it can still be vaguely recognized.
Inside the swaddling baby was a small, rotten baby corpse!
Chen Haiping took a step back and stammered: "No, it's impossible, this is, this is—"
Shan Chao suddenly understood something, and asked sharply, "It's your cousin's child who died of dystocia a year ago, right?"
Chen Haiping trembled violently, and after a while he nodded tremblingly and said, "Yes... yes!"
·
Two corpses, one large and one small, were covered with white cloths and placed on the floor in the front hall.
After waking up, the old lady cried and cursed for a while, then passed out from exhaustion, and was helped by the maids to rest in the back room. The rest of the people were sitting in the front hall, surrounded by dead silence, as if some kind of heavy, viscous and cold liquid was flowing in the air, trembling and crawling through everyone's pores.
I don't know how long it took before Xie Yun's soft voice sounded, telling the maid: "It's getting late, go and light the lamp."
The lights at the four corners were ignited one after another, which seemed to break a certain spell of silence, and everyone shivered in unison.
"This, this child died during Zhuo Jing's dystocia, and was buried with his mother after restraining himself. How could he appear here?" Fu Wenjie's voice was hoarse and trembling, and it seemed that it was still very unacceptable: "How is this possible? Breath, apparition revenge, so... "
A chill suddenly rose from the bottom of everyone's heart, but Xie Yun was leaning on the desk with one hand on his cheek, and said with a smile: "The child who died young took revenge on his aunt, sorry for my ignorance, this is the first time I've heard of it."
Jing Ling replied coldly: "Maybe my aunt is just the first one, one after another in the Sword Forging Village, maybe no one will escape in the end..."
"Really?" Xie Yun said casually, "If Duanjianzhuang really doesn't let dogs and chickens stay, then the most likely to benefit is the Shenguimen. Maybe in the end, we can only doubt you, Mr. Jing."
When Xie Yun was in front of everyone, he always hid behind Shan Chao, and his presence was very weak. This was the first time he spoke, and his words were so sharp, which immediately surprised everyone.
Jing Ling was also stunned for a moment, and then laughed: "My uncle wants to kill, but still need this kind of fake trick?"
"Of course, the name of the Gate of Gods and Ghosts comes from the saying of 'pretending to be a ghost', don't you know?"
As soon as these words came out, many people broke into a cold sweat at the same time—how could this girl be so bold? With Jing Ling's ruthless and unruly personality, she must not let this weak and weak woman go!
Unexpectedly, Jing Ling only took a leisurely look at Xie Yun, and there was no hint of anger in her tone: "Really? If the Shenguimen really benefited the most, it will be because of 'Dragon Girl' that you are so beautiful and attractive." , I will give you half as a dowry, no thanks."
Everyone's countenance changed, Shan Chao finally raised his hand and pressed his sword and shouted: "Shut up!"
Jing Ling glanced over the hilt of the sword wrapped in layers of cloth strips in Shan Chao's hand, narrowed his eyes slightly, turned his head and said nothing.
The lights crackled, and the shadows swayed and cast on the two corpses covered in white cloth. The corpses seemed to be still slightly undulating in a trance.
Fu Wenjie sat down next to his sister, panting for a while, then suddenly made up his mind and raised his head: "The ancestral grave is not far from the back mountain, I want to go and see..."
"No!" Several Qingcheng disciples who were close to him objected loudly at that time, Zhou Yu said angrily: "Young Master! It's almost dark, and you have trouble moving, how can you go to the graveyard?!"
"But the corpse of my only child is here, you must know how... how did he get here! If someone makes trouble in the Fu family's grave..."
Jing Ling said coolly: "How did it come here? Maybe I crawled over by myself."
This time, many people turned to Jing Ling and glared at Jing Ling at the same time. The timid ones immediately shivered into a ball, unable to even make a sound, and the bold ones trembled angrily: "Stop talking!" Strange things!" "Don't mention it again!"
"None of us can leave," Shan Chao said suddenly, his voice suppressing everyone.
"I don't believe in ghosts and gods, especially ghosts and gods. If Ms. Fu really hanged herself, it's fine, but she won't go to the grave to dig out the baby and bring it back. If there is someone in it, or even murdered , the real culprit must not be far from us now."
"Now we should stay together and not spread out and create opportunities for anyone," he said.
Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, most of them felt that what he said made sense, and a few looked at the little baby's corpse timidly, not daring to say anything.
Fu Wenjie shook his head vigorously, and suddenly said in a hoarse voice, "No, don't say anything, I have to go!"
Zhou Yu disapproved and said, "Young Master!"
"Is there no danger in staying here? If the wronged soul is really seeking his life, and the wronged soul is right in front of your eyes, are you going to keep him here overnight?!"
Everyone choked up at the same time, only to hear Jing Ling interject in a timely manner:
"That's right. There is still a mother at the ancestral grave, and the child is here, so maybe the mother will come over at night. At that time..."
He showed a smile under the flickering candlelight, his eyes were piercingly cold, and his white sharp teeth were faintly visible. Everyone who saw him couldn't help shivering, and their hearts began to loosen.
"It's not too late now. Let's send the child back to the ancestral grave. Hurry up and go back. It won't take half an hour. The time I spoke just now has already come back!" Fu Wenjie insisted: "Even if there is a murderer, we are so There are so many people, why are you so afraid of being close together all the way? I didn't know that all of you fellow martial artists have become cowards who don't leave the door and don't take the second step!"
Fu Wenjie was so stimulated that he went crazy, and he was a little crazy at the end of these words. The people around him all moved back in unison, looking at each other in embarrassment.
"This... putting the child here is not a solution..." a Kongtong disciple hesitated.
"In case there are really evil spirits..."
"Is the ancestral grave of Duanjianzhuang really not far from here?" Zhou Yu couldn't help but waved to a big maid and asked.
The big servant girl was also frightened, she squeezed tremblingly in the front hall, her words were crying: "No, it's not far, it's indeed within half an hour's journey, kid, kid, can you send it back?"
Fu Wenjie slapped the table hard and shouted: "Come on, get on the sedan chair! Let's go now!"
Shan Chao finally had no choice but to look at the sky outside, wondering if it was a psychological effect, the sky after twilight was a little gloomy, with slight water vapor in the wind, it seemed that it was going to rain.
Fortunately, what Fu Wenjie said is true, the ancestral grave is indeed not far from here - Houshan Biezhuang was originally used for the convenience of Duanjianzhuang for people to live in while worshiping ancestors. It's just that the mountain road is not flat, and there are some rugged places. The steep slope is full of dense trees and shrubs. It is said that the deeper part is the abandoned smelting field of Jianjianzhuang in the early years.
More than a dozen disciples from Qingcheng, Kongtong and Huashan, together with nearly 20 people including the Fu family, Shenguimen, Chen Haiping, Shan Chao and Xie Yun, passed the ancestral hall along the mountain road, and finally arrived at the cemetery before the sky really darkened. . Fu Wenjie was also stubborn. He didn't want anyone to replace him. He wrapped the baby's corpse in his arms with his own hands, and was carried to the cemetery. Tears came down immediately.
"My son..."
I saw that the two tombs were connected together, one big and one small, and there was only one tombstone engraved with Fu Wenjie's wife in Dianjianzhuang. It was obvious that a baby who died in childbirth was buried with his mother. In the past, there was no such custom in the local area. Mother and child were put in the same coffin when they died of dystocia. I don't know what Fu Wenjie thought in the first place, so he buried his wife and child separately.
Perhaps it was in his subconscious mind that this ominous son had harmed his wife, causing her to die in childbirth.
The baby's tiny coffin had protruded from the ground, and there was a hole in the lid, just enough for the baby to crawl through. Everyone took a light with the lanterns, and immediately felt a chill rising from their hearts, who could not hold back and said in a low voice: "Oh my god, I really crawled out by myself..."
After all, Zhou Yu is a senior disciple of Qingcheng, he is a bit older, and he can barely hold on: "Don't talk nonsense!"
Only Shan Chao stepped forward, looked down at the small coffin, carefully stared at the edge of the crack, and frowned slightly.
At this moment, his eyes lit up, and he turned his head to see Xie Yun, with his clothes and sleeves wide, standing beside him, holding a lantern to illuminate him.
Under this gloomy and dark sky, in the treacherous and deserted cemetery, only Xie Yun's figure was shrouded in an orange-yellow warm halo, and his moist eyes were shining like pearls, and he smiled slightly at him.
Shan Chao's heart skipped a beat.
A soft and numb feeling that he didn't know how to describe rose from the depths of his heart, and flowed through the blood to his limbs and bones.
"Master?" Xie Yun asked with a low laugh.
Shan Chao looked away in a panic, coughed, got up and stepped back half a step: "It's nothing, just take a look."
"What can you see?"
"It looks like it was smashed open from the outside."
Xie Yun nodded, just as Shan Chao was about to say something, suddenly someone behind him murmured: "No, it's going to rain!"
Everyone looked up one after another, only to see that the sky at the beginning of night was covered with overcast clouds, and there was a faint electric light coming from the clouds in the distance. In the early autumn season, there was a rare possibility of thunderstorms.
"You can't sleep in the open on rainy nights in the mountains. After burying, go back immediately!" Shan Chao made a decisive decision: "Come and help some people, hurry up!"
Fu Wenjie was still reluctant, but several people went over at the same time, digging up the soil hurriedly, stuffing the coffin lid with outer robes, buried the small coffin back, and re-buried the soil hastily. Fu Wenjie's legs and feet were inconvenient, and his servants hurriedly helped him into the sedan chair and walked back along the way he came. After walking a few steps, he stepped on a particularly rough and slippery mountain road, and suddenly his eyes suddenly went blank——
The lightning illuminated the surrounding scenery brightly, and then the world fell into darkness, and the cemetery behind him was filled with gloomy winds: "Don't...don't..."
"do not go… "
Everyone trembled in an instant, and the timid ones screamed immediately, and several Fu family members who were carrying the sedan chair almost fell to the ground.
Shan Chao blurted out: "Steady!"
Boom!
At this moment, the thunder came unexpectedly, almost hitting everyone's scalps!
"Ahhh—" Amidst the hasty exclamation, someone slipped and fell to the ground, which immediately caused a chain effect in the crowd. The servants were pushed forward and fell to the ground, throwing the sedan chair down immediately. out!
"Be careful!"
"Young Master!"
Fu Wenjie was caught off guard, and he rushed forward, rolled on the steep slope, and fell towards the dense forest at the bottom of the mountain!
The rocks are steep and sharp, and the dense forest below is wet and dark. If Fu Wenjie really fell, how could he survive
The shock exploded in an instant, and everyone shouted. At this moment of incomparable chaos, a black shadow leaped forward like lightning, and before everyone could react, it jumped off the cliff following Fu Wenjie without hesitation!
Chen Haiping was the closest, and exclaimed: "Master?"
—I saw that the one who jumped down to save others was Shan Chao!
Chen Haiping gritted his teeth and was about to jump, when suddenly his shoulders were buckled, and then the back of his neck touched the cold blade.
He tilted his head in astonishment, only to see a subordinate of the gods and ghosts staring at him: "Don't move."
At the same time, Xie Yun strode through the crowd, walked to the edge of the cliff, and suddenly stopped in his footsteps.
The extremely sharp inner curved blade of the soul-snatching hook was stretching out from the side of his neck, silently blocking his throat, as long as he took another step forward, it would easily cut his trachea.
Jing Ling's lazy voice sounded from behind: "Miss Long, stop."
"What do you want to do, Jing?" "Stop!"
Only then did the crowd recover from their panic, and they yelled angrily. Zhou Yu roared angrily, "Put down your weapon! What kind of skill is it to do something to a weak woman?! Hurry up and save people before the rain comes!"
However, amidst the roars of cursing, Jing Ling's hand holding the hook didn't move halfway.
"Anyone can leave here today, except you." The red-haired killer ignored everyone around him, but looked directly at Xie Yun's back, and said coldly: "The life and death of a monk is not important, but if If you persist, then I promise, he really has to die."
"..."
Xie Yun didn't look back, or even move. After a while, he slowly raised two fingers, pressed against the curved blade in front of his throat, and pushed it away inch by inch.
In front of everyone's eyes, the sharp blade cut into the pulp of the finger, and blood gurgled down the knuckles, but his movements were extremely smooth, and they could even be called very elegant.
"Just you come and stop me."
He smiled, and his voice was as soothing as gossip:
"-Who do you think you are?"