big master, big liar

Song Xuan's plan to leave Beijing had been in preparation for several days, and he said it when Ji Hui summoned him, and Ji Hui only asked him to think about it for a few days.

Song Xuan didn't care about it, he still hung out with Fang Qiutang every day, and before he left the capital, he visited all the places to eat, drink and have fun in Shengjing.

On this day, Ji Yunxi, who was supposed to be studying in Changming, unexpectedly appeared in a certain compound in the suburbs of Beijing without anyone noticing.

He came all the way in a light car, Zhu Yang pushed the door open, and led Ji Yunxi into the study all the way, and got into the secret passage behind the bookshelf.

In the dark area below, there was only the sound of "tick" and "tick" water, and the groans of people who were in extreme pain, distorted like beasts, one after another, which made people worry.

Even Zhu Yang couldn't help but think about quitting after hearing this.

Ji Yunxi, however, acted as if she had never heard it, and stepped on the sound all the way to the depths.

Finally, he saw the inside of the prison cell, where the torture frame seemed to be a bloody mass, with a head-like thing drooping low, the hair was disheveled, and there were coagulated blood clots on it.

There were no traces of torture instruments on his body, but thin drops of blood kept oozing out from his skin, and he didn't know where the pain came from.

Sitting beside him was a man who was studying, with bald head, round eyes, youthful appearance, wearing a scarlet monk robe, with deep and shallow marks on his face, I don't know if it was water or blood, only his face was clean and pale. With a shallow smile, he counted the beads one by one, his lips moved, as if he was chanting.

If Song Xuan was here, he would definitely recognize him. This is the dumb little monk Jueyuan they met in Wangchuan City.

Zhu Yang couldn't help shaking his head, seeing Jue Yuan's appearance now, he couldn't help shivering.

"How is it?" Ji Yunxi asked.

Jueyuan picked up a piece of cloth from the table and handed it to him, with something written in cinnabar on it.

Zhu Yang glanced at it, and vaguely saw the words "Borrowing a dead body to return the soul, and a demon star descending into the world". He knew it without guessing, and pointed the finger at Song Xuan and Ji Yunxi.

Ji Yunxi saw it, without the slightest surprise: "Where is this going to be hidden?"

Jueyuan crookedly wrote the Chinese character for "tiger" on the table. Obviously, he just learned to write, and the handwriting he wrote was extremely ugly, and the meaning could only be seen vaguely.

"No wonder my second brother is in a hurry to bring a white tiger back. So it's not just to compete with a dog." Ji Yunxi looked at it calmly.

"You dare to detain the Celestial Master..." The voice of the person on the rack was hoarse. "Ji Yunxi...you are looking for your own death..."

At this time, the person on the torture rack raised his head. Although his expression was ferocious and his face was covered with blood, he could still tell that this person was Feng Wenzi.

He disappeared in Zhaixing Pavilion for the first two days, and everyone thought he was a man with his tail between his legs, but he didn't expect to be brought into such a wilderness.

Ji Yunxi seemed to have heard some joke, and there was a hint of sarcasm in his eyes: "The Great Master may have lost his head, you can wake him up again, if there is no other news, just clean it up."

Jueyuan lowered his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking, he smiled happily and walked over step by step.

Feng Wenzi seemed to have no fear of death for a long time, but seeing Jue Yuan approaching step by step, he was so frightened that his whole body trembled, and even his teeth made a "clack" sound.

"Wait!...Wait!" Feng Wenzi shouted in surprise, "I...I still have something to say."

Jueyuan's footsteps stopped, and Ji Yun stared at the table sleepily, as if unwilling to listen to what he had to say.

Feng Wenzi had no choice but to fight for himself. He struggled with the rope and chains on his body, as if he was about to kneel down, and there was a cry in his voice: "Song Xuan can't be a great celestial master, Third Highness, I beg you, you Leave me, you leave me, I will do things for you, I know many princes..."

"Song Xuan can't be a celestial master?" Ji Yunxi interrupted him, narrowing his eyes slightly. "what do you mean?"

"Song Xuan planned to leave a long time ago," Feng Wenzi felt regretful when he thought of this matter. He has fallen into such a state now, isn't it the result of wanting to disown Song Xuan and kill a dog to stand up to his prestige? ?

But he didn't want to be swayed by that Song Xuan instead, not to mention his status plummeted, but he was still kidnapped to such a place silently, reduced to a situation where he could not survive or die.

As a result, Song Xuan didn't threaten his status at all, and even planned to pack up and leave Beijing.

Feng Wenzi was really suffering, even if he broke his tooth, he could only swallow it with blood and tears.

It's just that at this time he can't care about any regrets and pains. It's true if he can't continue to be tortured by this little monk: "I overheard Fang Qiutang privately telling His Royal Highness the Crown Prince two days ago. He advised the Crown Prince that there is no need to target Song Xuan. , saying that Song Xuan is just a traveling Taoist, and he will leave Beijing in a few days, which does not affect the overall situation. It's just that His Royal Highness didn't listen to him, and turned around and asked me to write this tiger-bellied book..."

He didn't dare to say anything later.

Because he clearly realized that Ji Yunxi's mood seemed to have changed.

Ji Yunxi squeezed the note in his hand, and slowly lowered his head. He didn't know whether he was crying or smiling, and only let out a low breath, which sounded a little weird.

"Very good," Ji Yunxi said in a low voice. "Song Xuan, you are really good."

He only felt that he was cold from head to toe, as if he had been poured a basin of ice water and held together, so cold that he ached.

He pulled the corner of his mouth, but twisted his expression, leaving only empty eyes, not knowing where to fall.

"Go." That was all he said.

Zhu Yang and Jue Yuan understood the inside story, they didn't dare to say much, they only exchanged a look, and Zhu Yang hurriedly followed him.

In an instant, only the coldness of the room remained.

Jueyuan stared at Fengwenzi, tilted his head slightly, his round eyes were like deer's, but there was an indescribable chill.

He took out a small medicine bottle from his sleeve and smiled.

"Don't...don't..." Feng Wenzi couldn't even speak clearly.

The only sound left in the cell was Feng Wenzi's mournful cry.