Jianling

Xiao Shuhua held the plaque of "Prince Gong's Mansion" in his left hand, and his sword in his right hand.

His sword hummed softly, and quietly cut off three heads.

"Why hasn't he come yet?" He murmured softly, looking at the woman in scarlet who was pretending to be calm.The woman's hair was pulled up in a high bun, and she was clearly a married woman, but her complexion was extremely beautiful, with bright eyes and smoky eyebrows, and her thin lips were untouched and vermilion.Even in such a situation, she only held two swords, her face condensed.

"Fu, Suo, Qiu." Xiao Shuhua read her name word by word, with a hint of a smile at the end of the sentence, the murderous intent in his eyes never faded, but he smiled gently, "Miss Suoqiu's name is famous in the south of the Yangtze River. The original dance of bullying the frost sword has attracted thousands of people, and they all call Miss Suoqiu the most beautiful woman in the world... She is really beautiful."

Fu Suoqiu's heart beat like a drum, he knew that he was definitely not his all-in-one enemy, he didn't know his motive at this time, so he had to wait and see what happened, and replied coldly: "The world is wrong."

But Xiao Shuhua didn't listen to her modest words, and smiled happily: "But he has always looked at the red face in his eyes, and he has no sympathy for me. I don't know if he will have pity for you?"

Fu Suoqiu felt cold all over, and the bully frost sword was buzzing in her hand, the brocade clothes were already soaked in cold sweat, and she didn't dare to answer him again.

Xiao Shuhua killed all the way to this point.

He came bathed in blood, and it was clear that countless blood flowers bloomed under his feet, and the scalding blood splashed on his body, but his whole body seemed to be piercingly cold, and even Gui Dianqiu in his hand was dripping with cold light.

He stepped on the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood, but it was like walking in a garden in late spring.

Concubine Fu Suoqiu of Prince Gong, and the missing little prince are the only survivors in Prince Gong's mansion.

"Dare to ask Shou Zhenjun... How did my husband offend you?" Fu Suoqiu's face turned pale, she was not injured, but the crimson gauze was also soaked in the blood of the child servant on the ground, she confronted Xiao Shuhua, the two There are two equally beautiful people, all stained by blood, but Xiao Shuhua is much more tender than her, and even comforted her: "Don't worry, before today, I didn't know that man was Prince Gong."

"...Shou Zhenjun, what exactly do you want?"

Xiao Shuhua turned his head to look at her, showing a little ignorance, but the words he said were very public: "Princess Gong, what do you think this seat lacks?"

Fu Suoqiu stagnated slightly, and said slowly: "Shou Zhenjun... lacks a lock."

Xiao Shuhua didn't expect her to dare to speak like this, he was stunned for a moment, and then bent over to help her obediently, but Fu Suoqiu subconsciously hid, and after he hid, he realized that something was wrong, and looked at him in panic, Xiao Shuhua was not annoyed, and said with a slight smile : "Lock? He's almost there."

Dao Chang, who was carrying a long sword on his back, was dressed in white clothes like moonlight flowing down. When he walked to Prince Gong's mansion, the gate of the mansion was wide open, and the road was unimpeded.

He seemed to be covered in dust and dust, but his expression was not tired. Standing at the door of the mansion, he slowly raised his eyelids, and glanced around slightly. When he saw such a sea of ​​blood, his eyes did not fluctuate.

The mansion was silent, and a needle could be heard falling.

The corners of the Taoist priest's clothes were on the floor, stained with blood inadvertently, and he lifted his soap boots lightly, stepping into hell.

Xiao Shuhua looked at Fu Suoqiu for a long time, then sighed softly: "He is so slow, it seems that he failed to catch up again."

After saying that, he slightly raised the sword in his hand, Qingfeng slowly pointed at Fu Suoqiu.

Fu Suoqiu closed his eyes resignedly, and turned his head slightly.

The Taoist priest in white finally stepped on the lotus, frowned slightly, and called out to him: "Xiao Shuhua."

And Gui Dianqiu also pierced through Fu Suoqiu's heart at the same time. The beauty holding the sword kept moving in her hand, but she turned her head quickly and smiled: "Meng Lang!"

Fu Suoqiu covered the fatal wound, opened his eyes to look at the person coming, and suddenly froze: "Baopuzi...?"

Baopuzi, whose common surname is Meng, was named Wubei.

Meng Wu sighed, and said silently: "Xiao Shuhua, enough is enough."

"Meng Lang, you're here!" Xiao Shuhua ignored him, and smiled to himself. He didn't see the slyness before, but he was a young man who was as lively as seventeen or eighteen. "Meng Lang, why is the corner of your clothes dirty? Who is it?" took off your clothes, I remember that you cherish this white clothes the most, why are you so careless?"

Meng Wubei really didn't want to make jokes with him, so he just flicked his clothes, stretched out his hands to touch Fu Suoqiu's acupuncture points, which could stop the bleeding, Fu Suoqiu looked up at him, and thanked him softly.

Xiao Shuhua turned his head to one side to look, his eyes full of puzzlement: "Why did you save her?"

Meng Wubei didn't talk to her, but tried her best to lose her internal strength to Fu Suoqiu, trying to keep her fading vitality.

"...Meng Lang," Xiao Shuhua was completely bored, brushed his drooping hair irritably, leaned close to Meng Wubei, and whispered, "You really don't know what to do."

"Xiao Shuhua." Meng Wubei didn't dodge or hide, and didn't look back at him, but said in a hoarse voice, "My master just left."

"..." Xiao Shuhua was startled for a moment, then smiled and asked, "It's up to me, right?"

"I don't mean that."

However, Xiao Shuhua didn't intend to listen to his defense anymore, he laughed at himself and laughed at himself: "Of course it's up to me, I went to the Pichenmen in person, and stabbed Qingru Daojun myself."

Meng Wubei stopped talking, but Xiao Shuhua's eyes sharpened suddenly, he drew out his sword, and cut the side of Fu Suoqiu's neck in an instant, Fu Suoqiu opened his eyes and gasped for air.Meng Wubei finally couldn't bear it anymore, pulled out Yulouchun from behind, grabbed Gui Dianqiu who Xiao Shuhua was about to attack again, and said angrily: "Enough! No matter how persistent you are, I can't protect you!"

Xiao Shuhua smiled madly, and asked him: "Is Princess Gong beautiful?"

"..." Meng Wubei said, "You are crazy."

Xiao Shuhua asked again: "Why can't I get into your eyes?"

Meng Wubei was silent for a moment, and when he spoke again, he showed a struggling face: "...Xiao Shuhua, you are crazy."

Xiao Shuhua smiled lightly: "Then please, come and take my life."

After saying that, he turned around and walked away.

And Fu Suoqiu had already suffered two fatal injuries. No matter how powerful Meng Wubei was, he also had no way to recover at this time, so he could only bow slightly to her: "For Xiao Shuhua's fault, the poor Taoist is willing to pay for it."

Fu Suoqiu sat leaning against the wall, his face pale, and he smiled lightly when he heard the words: "Baopuzi...that's too serious."

"Prince Gong is confused, the youngest son is so innocent. I hope the Taoist priest will protect my son well in this life... Suoqiu's death is not a pity."

Fu Suoqiu was hailed as the most beautiful woman in the world, she was on par with Xiao Shuhua in appearance alone, so she was naturally an extremely beautiful woman.The gentleness raised in the Jiangnan water village has learned a peerless sword dance, so gentleness and delicateness are not lacking in majesty, and there is decisiveness in the gentleness and harmony.

Meng Wubei slowly turned back her jade finger pointing at the bed, said "presumptuously" in a low voice, and bowed to her slowly, apologizing.The person under the bed seemed to realize that his mother was no longer alive, and finally choked up sobs. Meng Wubei turned around and stretched out his hand, and carried the eldest son out of the bed.

His Royal Highness, who was born in pink and jade, is very pleasing. At this moment, tears are pouring out, it is really distressing, but Meng Wubei is like a rock, he does not distinguish between beauty and ugliness, and rarely interacts with others, so he can only look at him and wait for him After sobbing and crying, I didn't realize that I should coax a few words.

Xiao Shizi hiccupped and grabbed his sleeve: "Is my enemy named Xiao Shuhua?"

Meng Wubei frowned, but didn't pull his hand away, just looked at him for a moment: "You should hate Meng Wubei."

His Royal Highness didn't know what he meant, but only knew that he saw the person named Xiao Shuhua kill his own mother, so he ignored Meng Wubei's words, and said: "I saw him kill many people."

Meng Wubei paused: "Pin Daoist will escort His Royal Highness to the palace."

In the majestic palace, the middle-aged Emperor Chongde was pacing non-stop with a worried expression on his face.

The sad news of Prince Gong's Mansion had already reached his ears, and it would be too heartless to say that the only remaining younger brother suffered such a catastrophe.The bad news brought by the palace people continued, until the great eunuch Chen Zhong reported to him that it was Bai Yi who came here, so he dared to send an order to see him.

Meng Wubei led Xiao Shizi into the palace, Yulouchun had already sheathed back, his expression was calm, as if he had never seen all the tragedies in Prince Gong's mansion, and he walked steadily at every step.

"Ah Xing!" Emperor Chongde stood up abruptly when he saw the son, and called him by his nickname overjoyed, "Hurry up, come here quickly, let the emperor have a look..."

Meng Wubei gave a slight salute to Emperor Chongde, he is a man in the world, he cannot be kept in palaces and pavilions, so the so-called etiquette only needs a little greeting: "Pindao promised Princess Gong, and now the son is safe and sound, so I will bid farewell to you. "

Emperor Chongde was stunned, and slightly tightened his hand holding the son, subconsciously said: "Taoist, stay!"

Meng Wubei's steps were slightly stagnant, and she turned around, and she saw Emperor Chongde's hesitant expression, and coldness suddenly appeared in his eyes: "Your Majesty, why not speak directly."

Emperor Chongde lived in the deep palace for a long time, how could he ever see Meng Wubei, who was so rude from the world, and even forgot to punish him for a while.

"The Taoist priest doesn't know something... The Tian family has a personal affair, I... A Xing is smart, I'm afraid this deep palace will eventually bury him."

Speaking of this, even Meng Wubei can understand it.

Ten years ago, the seven sons seized the throne, and only the eldest son, who was nearly 20 years apart, was left to compete with the seventh prince who was born as a descendant.The eldest son is benevolent and prudent, and the youngest son is excellent in both civil and military affairs. Until the end, no prince was established.The late emperor suddenly collapsed, and the eldest son of the emperor took the throne in the name of the eldest son, but because he was not a direct descendant, he is still criticized to this day.Therefore, Emperor Chongde and the seventh prince, who was established as Prince Gong, were often at war in the court, and in the end, Emperor Chongde always endured the humiliation and gave in.

Back then, he was nearly deprived of the throne by Prince Gong, but now if he kept his son, wouldn't it be another way to lure wolves into the house?

The hall was silent.

Meng Wubei turned around and left, like a ray of frosty white light, darting towards the outside of the hall.

The eldest son Chu Jingxing suddenly let go of the hand holding Emperor Chongde's neck, jumped down from his arms, and chased Meng Wubei step by step, and called him with some tears: "Mother, please Baopuzi to take care of me, but Baopuzi is not happy." Leave me here and leave?"

Meng Wubei froze, but did not turn around. Emperor Chongde was secretly startled, and hurriedly chased out of the hall, holding Chu Jingxing with one hand, and said again: "The Taoist may wish to think about it for a while. Gold, silver and jewelry, fiefs and titles ,I……"

Meng Wubei let out a long sigh, interrupted him, and only said: "You follow the poor way, you will only suffer."

Chu Jingxing's eyes were red, and he muttered to himself, "Mother wants you to take care of me."

Meng Wubei choked for a moment, so he had to raise three fingers to Chu Jingxing: "One, you can worship Pingdao as your teacher, and return to the mountain with Pingdao. The mountain is bitter and cold, please think twice, Your Highness."

"What's so difficult about that?"

Meng Wubei said again: "Second, the poor are people from the rivers and lakes, life and death are up to fate, fortune and misfortune are unpredictable."

Chu Jingxing still couldn't wait: "What about the third one?"

"Three, Xiao Shuhua is an old friend of the poor Taoist, if you come under my sect, you can't hurt him at all." Meng Wubei paused for a moment, and seemed to need to add more, and said, "If you don't join the poor Taoist sect, you can't hurt him either. "

Chu Jingxing lifted his lips, and a few rippling waves appeared in his peach blossom eyes, which were indistinguishable from Fu Suoqiu's, but they disappeared in an instant, as if he had made some plans, but on his face, he only politely bowed to Meng Wubei, without hesitation: "The apprentice respectfully obeys the teaching of the master."

Meng Wubei sighed softly, helped him up and said: "Prince Gong's son died under Xiao Shuhua's sword, so you can call him Meng Xing according to the common surname of the poor Taoist."

"I hope you can break through the dream of the world of mortals, and be able to wake up forever."

The author has something to say: This is the first time I published an article in Jinjiang, and I was a little nervous.Double update on the first day.

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The main characters are A Xing and Yuan Yuan, a pair of mentors and apprentices. This chapter is just a reference to A Xing’s calendar, referring to the second volume’s chapter on the past of the ancestors, so I hope everyone will not run so fast... a little more patience is also good ah.