Jin Wangsun's mouth was unable to speak, and his throat was groaning.
Ah Hu... it's not me... it's him! It's him! !
The one who killed your mother... it was him
A hint of helplessness flashed in the giant man's eyes, and the tiger in his hand roared like a beast, flashing a fierce light.
The resident bird was frightened, and blood splashed deep in the night forest.
Chapter 82
With a bang, the hull slowly sank. A giant figure took a few pieces of driftwood from the boat and stepped all the way back to the shore.
"Mr. Dark."
Ah Hu scuttled the boat, and the corpses of King Jin and the boatman sank into the river, and the corpses were completely destroyed. Then he performed light work and returned to the shore, respectfully and politely to Mr. An.
"Fortunately, my subordinates were not disgraced, and the task was successfully completed."
"Not bad." Even in the cold night, Mr. An, who was still wrapped in darkness, laughed loudly: "Ahu, your martial arts have improved again. As expected of the apprentice I taught myself, you have absorbed Jin Wangsun's knowledge. The skill and internal strength have taken another big step forward. Poor Jin Wangsun doesn’t know that he has been making wedding clothes for others all his life, and now even the corpse capital needs to be fed to fish.”
"Don't dare, please give pointers, sir."
Mr. An seems to be not interested in Ah Hu's martial arts, nor is he interested in the Golden Crow Devouring the Moon in Ah Hu's hands, he just said.
"Stop gossip, what about the stuff?"
"It's all on you."
After speaking, Ah Hu put the Golden Crow Devouring the Moon on the ground, took out a jewelry box-sized brocade box from his arms and presented it to Mr. An, and Gentian took it on his behalf.
Ah Hu suddenly unbuttoned his clothes. I saw that there were two sackcloth inner garments under Ah Hu's coarse cloth outer garment, but the innermost one was a long snow-white cloth. The blood on it is bright red, and the handwriting is like it. It should have been added today, and it seems to be written.
Ah Hu took off the white cloth with three strokes, five divisions and two, and then offered this piece of white cloth, but this time it was Mr. An who took it personally.
"Everything the princess asked you to take is here?"
"That's right." Ah Hujing turned red and clasped his fists and said, "My princess is Xuanbing Jianxin. I cut through the white wall and found the target from inside. As for the Divine Relics, I used my own blood as ink to expand it. It is printed on this white cloth. And the sword heart is also a rare thing."
Mr. An squinted at the inscription, confirming that it was exactly the same as what he had seen when he entered the palace.
Then Mr. An nodded to Gentian, the peerless swordsman, suddenly opened the brocade box. Before I could see its shape, I suddenly heard a metal echo coming from the box from near and far, and it was the sound of the sword. The box was not big, and it contained neither swords nor knives, but a dark and swarthy blade.
This sharp edge was buried by Mr. An more than 20 years ago, but after that, the sword intent and the Japanese increased sharply, and it was no longer easy to enter again. This time, I asked Ah Hu to steal the Divine Relic Engraving, which just happened to let him take back this strong sword heart.
"As expected of the descendants of a tiger in the south of the Yangtze River, only your cruel heart can resist the sword intent of the hero of China and retrieve this rubbing."
Mr. An condensed the handwriting on it and sighed: "These thirty-four words contain the secret of the country's luck. Back then, the princess wanted to seduce Ming Huayu and let him try to use the cultivation base inherited from Daluo Mountain. Deciphering the word engraving. Who knows that the servant is so cunning, that he ran away without saying anything, and kept his apprentice as his concubine. For a time, the princess was in a dilemma. But the princess is worthy of being a phoenix. After three years, I finally got the word engraving. ."
Ah Hu said suspiciously, "There seems to be martial arts inscribed on this character."
Mr. Dark smiled.
"This word is engraved and recorded is a set of true dragon martial arts - the eight-fold candle of the broken sword. This set of swordsmanship is the magic sword that Emperor Taizu really used to fight the world. He did not leave it to his children and descendants. But it was left to his former comrades in arms. Heroes of Shenzhou wanted to return this set of unique skills to the royal family, but unexpectedly Yuan Shengdi, a mediocre talent, could not understand its meaning for 20 years. How can Jiangshan Sheji fall into the hands of such an idiot. "
"I don't know if you want to pass on this sword technique to..."
Mr. An said indifferently: "What are you so enthusiastic about? You practice the sword, your physique is already fixed, and your achievement in swordsmanship is not half as good as that of the sword. Even if you have such a unique skill, it is useless. Don't think about it anymore."
Ah Hu said, "My subordinates don't dare to expect too much. But the sword intent engraved on the word is very sharp. Even if it is a heartless mentality, it is still injured. Cultivators need to be careful."
"You don't have to tell me this, I've already thought about it. That person is well guarded and extremely smart, and he will definitely be able to understand it on his own." Mr. An said with a smile: "The peerless swordsmanship left by Emperor Taizu back then is of course now made by It's natural for his descendants to inherit, isn't it?"
Ah Hu didn't know who he was talking about, so he quietly listened to Mr. An's laughter, and then said happily, "Then what should this subordinate do now?"
"You are now the same as what the princess ordered. Emperor Yuan Sheng has seen you, and his impression of you is not bad. You need to continue to improve your image in the court. As for the gold and silver sect, the old guy in the golden future is in charge. Very dead. But the new generation of suzerains will win or lose with martial arts, and you will know what to do when the time comes."
"Yes."
Ah Hu said quietly: "I will go back to Zhenjiang and compete for the position of the suzerain. Then the gold and silver sect of the afterlife will fight with the rest of the white kings for the Seven Crowns, causing chaos in the south of the Yangtze River. Wait for the opportunity and let the people of the Jin family pay what they should pay. cost."
The boy of the past, the tiger man of today, grew up with the blood of vicious hatred, and was about to carry out the curse left by his mother on her deathbed.
Ming Feizhen rushed out of the palace gate and happened to see Jing An about to get on the bus.
When the next stride rushed up, he said loudly: "Please stay!"
The guards see who is so daring? He even dared to stop Princess Feng Jia.
"slow."
His Highness Jing An said slowly, "It's okay, let him come over."
Ming Fei really lowered his head and walked slowly to Jing An.
"What are you doing?" Jing An said indifferently, "Aren't you afraid of being known at this time?"
"The two things cannot be confused."
Ming Feizhen said in a low voice, "What the hell did you do?"
"The concubine's words are so profound that Jing'er won't understand."
"I'm asking you... Jin Wangsun... How long ago did you fall for your trick?"
"Oh? How long does the concubine think it is?"
"Half a year... At least half a year, Jin Wangsun hasn't taken Taiyin Pill for such a long time. Do you know that he will become unconscious if he can't take Taiyin Pill, and then... "
Jing An smiled and said nothing, his eyes seemed to be saying "what do you want to ask?".
"Ahu and Huo Qinger are good friends, he can't be a loyal servant. You bought him, right? He took some things from the star-picking building, and that's for you, right? Your plan is so involved, it costs too much. Time is no small matter, what do you want to do?"
Jing An's mouth curved into a beautiful arc, and her smile was still charming. She whispered, "What are you talking about?"
"... Jin Wangsun, is he already dead?"
"Jing'er doesn't understand a word of what you said."
Jing An slightly tilted her charming little head, and there was a faint smile on her face. Such as the spring breeze blowing willows, the summer rain wet flowers, the beauty is extremely beautiful, as if the nose and eyes can speak. Unfortunately, you can't get any useful information from her.
"You just need to know that you won this time, and you won beautifully, that's all. My good concubine, Jinger has never been able to beat you in any fight with you. It's really a failure."
Ming Fei really said helplessly: "Where are you... where are you going now? It's so late, you go back to the Concubine's Mansion, we'll take a long-term plan... "
"I'm going back to Hangzhou tonight."
Jing An got into the carriage and lowered the curtain.