Ling Qingshu sneered: "Please come out and meet the Lord of Mingbao."
His words were relaxed, and it seemed that he was not able to exercise, but his powerful inner strength was revealed, and his voice was transmitted for miles. Even Hong Jiu couldn't help but stare at him. He was so young to have such an internal strength. Only then did he know that Lushan Jianguan's martial arts had a unique secret.
Ling Qingshu first used his identity to oppress people, and then showed his martial arts to convince the heroes. The young sons who came with him were all overjoyed.
Suddenly, the candle in the room dimmed.
On both sides of the hall are beautifully carved two-sided candle-gold stands, each with three hundred and twenty-three candles, similar to the long-bright candles in the palace hall. However, with the simple and unsophisticated way of placing this ever-bright lantern, it may have a longer history than the current dynasty, and it is an ancient relic of the previous dynasty.
I don't know what oppressed the candlelight. First it was dark, and then a gust of wind blew, and the lights in the hall were blown out. This hall was originally empty, and the windows and doors were all open, and the wind was blowing in all directions for a while, and it was filled with gusty winds, and more than 600 ever-bright lamps were suddenly extinguished, and the room was full of smoke. But the darkness in the hall did not last for a moment, and the candles lit up again, and the light reappeared. If the whole room could smell the smoke from the candles, it would almost feel that what I saw just now was an illusion.
"Is this, today's distinguished guest?"
The tone of voice was lazy, but somehow he felt that he had an unmatched majesty. Everyone looked at the voice, almost thinking that it was a blindfold, and there was a person lying on the rectangular couch in the middle of the hall. The man was lying comfortably on the couch, backed by a soft pillow, his posture was extremely casual, as if. He was lying deep inside the couch, not showing his face, and everyone could only see him wearing a black and white gauze robe. The couch was extremely long, but it was just right for this person to lie on, which showed that his stature was extraordinary.
- This man, what a great style!
This person came too fast, no one present could see exactly how he stepped into the hall and lay on the couch.
Before the surprise was over, a female voice like a silver bell sounded beside the man.
"I don't think it's a big deal, but someone is so nervous, and I don't know if they are hiding from someone."
On the couch, beside the man was a beautiful woman with a peerless appearance. She was dressed in white, and her complexion was not inferior. Like moisturizing. She stretched out her snow neck, showing her slender beauty, snuggling up to the man's side, looking very intimate, as if there was no one else around. Likewise, no one could see how she came to this man.
- A very, very beautiful woman.
Ling Qing Shuben forced him to express his stance after Fort Yeluo appeared, but when he saw this stunning beauty, he couldn't help but feel a sense of disapproval.
"This is the head of my family!"
Hong Jiu shouted, and everyone knew that the righteous master who was going to meet today finally appeared.
Everyone recognized the Lord Yeluo Castle, but only Master Xie recognized the origin of the couch.
The whole body of the couch was bright yellow, which was originally the special color of the imperial family. It's just that people in the rivers and lakes have always made a fortune at home, and it is a common thing to violate the rules. Since Mr. Xie is a member of the Qilin Weizhong, he doesn't think that this little thing can be the crime of the night Luobao master. However, the treasure couch was carved out of gold and jade, engraved with flying golden dragons. It was not an ordinary couch, but an imperial couch placed by the previous emperor in the Forbidden City!
Lord Xie came from the Xie family of Wuyi Gang, one of the seven crowns of the White King, and he was a son of a high-ranking family. Wuyi Gang Wang Xie Erjia was an official in the past dynasties, and he was also one of the best officials in the previous dynasty, so he recognized it.
Those living bandits!
It's okay to see the guest look like a bandit, does he know what kind of thing he's sleeping on!
Ming Feizhen lay on the imperial couch, ignoring the commotion below, supporting Yi with one hand, and still holding Ming Su with his right hand, as if the Demon King of Chaos had appeared. He closed his blood-red eyes and asked softly.
"Why did you come to see me?"
His tone was slow, but it seemed to tighten everyone's minds. Several of the Hangzhou Seven Heroes looked at me and I looked at you, but no one spoke. They came here to fight against the turmoil that is about to happen with Lord Yeluo, but the origin was from the words of the White King Seven Crowns, but no one dared to think about it. Just to admit the counsel at this moment, I would be sorry for the chivalrous name established in the past. Whoever speaks these words will lose. It is everyone giving in.
Ling Qingshu sneered without saying a word, looking at them with a pair of blue-white eyes, looking extremely disdainful.
One of the Seven Heroes suddenly said, "Let me tell you."
The other six all claimed to be good. Although he does not understand the danger of the oppression of the Mount Lujian Temple, it is a good thing that this person can shoulder the responsibility of admitting defeat in this matter and save other people's face from being damaged.
"Brother Cha, you are the upstart of the Seven Heroes. Let you say this on behalf of a few older brothers."
The 'Brother Cha' responded with an 'um', and saw a squat man with dark skin and an inconspicuous appearance walking out between the stone tables. I just took a first look, but I couldn't help but want to take a second look, which gradually felt good. Quite the taste of a manly man.
The chunky man stepped out, and the three servants beside him stepped out at the same time. He was holding a seven- or eight-year-old boy by himself, and with his simple appearance, he had the sense of being a relative in the countryside. It's just that he took this child with him when he went up the mountain. Everyone guessed that this countryman was old enough to have a son, and he was reluctant to leave his son at home. He wanted to take him wherever he went.
The short and fat man bowed and said, "Xiachahao, originally from Peiping, occupied a treasured land in Hangzhou twenty years ago and started a tea business. Over the years, he has been taken care of by friends from all corners of the world, and it is still prosperous."
"Your Excellency is the owner of Tea Lake Village, Cha Hao?"
The name of Cha Hao has shaken the south of the Yangtze River over the years. It has long been so simple as a tea merchant. When Cha Hao said this, he naturally did not forget the origin.
Cha Hao responded with a 'yes'.
Ming Feizhen said slowly: "Since you have something to do, just say it exactly."
"Yes."
Cha Hao suddenly raised his head, and a pair of simple and strong eyes showed a warm light.
"The reason for this is to want to know one thing. According to the rumors in the rivers and lakes, the Yeluo Fort Lord is not afraid of anything, but if the people ask for it, only do not do it, there is no dare. I just want to know that this sentence is true. , or fart!"
Hong Jiu's eyes widened: "You're the one who farts! What are you talking about in front of my boss!"
"This matter is important and I have to ask."
Ming Feizhen suddenly became interested and laughed: "It's all bullshit to be afraid of everything, but if the people ask me, I probably won't be afraid. Are you satisfied with this?"
"..." Cha Hao was silent for a while, then suddenly pointed to the boy beside him and said, "This child is not the son of the next, but picked up from the next."
Hangzhou Seven Heroes suddenly knew what he was going to say, and hurriedly stopped him: "Cha Hao, you are crazy! What are you doing!"
"Three days ago, the child's parents and elder sister were broken into the door, the mother and elder sister were tortured to death, and the father died tragically in front of his house, looking horrific. After that, the murderer placed the corpse in the field, and no one was allowed to be there for it. I couldn't see the corpse, so I brought it here. But I saw this child, hiding in my house, for three days and three nights, the rice and food were not exhausted."
Ming Feizhen said slowly: "Then why did you come to me?"
"If you don't believe me, there is no justice in this world."
"Who is the murderer?"
"It's in the palace."
Cha Hao gave a heavy meal, and pointed at the young man.
"The murderer, the second son of Lingguan, the master of Lushan Jianguan - Ling Qingshu is also!"
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Above the main hall, Cha Hao said a word, and immediately fell into a dead silence. The sound of the wind in the mountains was clearly audible, and a sneer broke the silence at an untimely time.
"If you want to frame someone, you also have to look at the person. Did you frame this son at will?"
"...How can you not be framed?"
Cha Hao stood still, his squat body like a mountain.
Ling Qingshu laughed fiercely and said, "Your reputation is really no big deal. But I have a thousand-year-old reputation in Lushan Jianguan, how can I allow you to insult me like this. My father respects martial arts, and his reputation as an old man can't be lost in my hands. Not to mention my father, the current empress is my sister, and I can't tolerate false accusations by you, a rural villager."
A sharp sword energy suddenly appeared, and it was Ling Qingshu who held the hilt of the sword.
"If you can't come up with evidence, don't blame it for being ruthless under the sword. You can't stand the humiliation of your villager under the sword gate of Lushan Mountain."
The rest of the Hangzhou Seven Heroes were all nervous, and they were not here for this matter. At this point, Fang Zhichahao, a lunatic, came here to find bad luck in the Sword Temple of Lushan Mountain! They took the initiative to step back, not wanting to participate in this chaos.