Changfeng has a place to return

Because all the sages in the Three Thousand Avenues are very interested in His Royal Highness King Xiao...Of course, they may also be forced to be interested. Who made the whole universe float in the mind of Second Young Master Liu? Here, is there any reason not to listen to the arrangement of the master of the world?So they had no choice but to stand by the stream and listened for a long time to how luxurious and heroic His Royal Highness King Xiao was, and each of them was very sleepy.

In reality, Liu Xian'an was also very sleepy, he didn't want to raise his head, but Liang Shu was very indulgent to him, and he just slept if he wanted to sleep, as if he didn't pay attention to the cult members who were full of hills.Chang Xiaoqiu stood beside her, on the one hand, with her heart hanging in her throat, for fear that the cult would find out that there was a person sleeping soundly, on the other hand, she had a trace of blind admiration, and felt that she was worthy of His Royal Highness Xiao Wang. To be able to deal with the situation so calmly, distracted for a moment, he didn't listen carefully to what the people above were saying, and just clapped along in a daze.

Liang Shu was tall and stood at the end of the line, so even Wumeng Yunle sitting on the high platform didn't notice the abnormality at this end.She sat bored, and looked at the people below one by one. She had seen too many such fanatical and devout faces, and it was nothing unusual. Besides, most girls in the world would not like to stare at Zhong The young man watched carefully, and after looking around, Wumeng Yunle found that there were only two people who could be called good-looking this time, one was youthful, and the other was... Her eyebrows twitched slightly, because she found that the other person He was actually looking at himself.

Christians are not allowed to look directly at the saint, and just a quarter of an hour ago, someone died because of it.Because Song Changsheng's gaze was too straightforward, without any concealment at all, Wumeng Yunle was a little startled when he saw it.

Liang Shu gripped the hilt of his sword calmly.

Chang Xiaoqiu caught a glimpse from the corner of his eye, and he quickly grasped the sword. He actually didn't notice that the eyes of Song Changsheng and Wumeng Yunle met, but there must be nothing wrong with following His Royal Highness King Xiao.At this time, Yang Shengshi had finished reading the teachings, and Liu Xian'an also stood up from the stone beside the stream, waved to everyone, and said distressedly: "Now I really have to go, if you want to listen again, you have to Wait for next time."

The sages didn't seem to want to listen any more, and they all sent this friend away with a sigh of relief.Liu Xian'an beckoned a white crane, and was about to return to the real world, when suddenly there was a loud roar in his ears——

"presumptuous!"

He opened his eyes at once.

Liang Shu was holding one of his hands, squeezed it, and said in a low voice, "Don't be afraid, it's fine."

This end is fine, but the other end is the problem.Song Changsheng asked lightly: "Where am I presumptuous?"

"Dare to be rude to the saint, isn't that considered presumptuous?" Sheng Envoy Yang reminded in a deep voice, "Mr. Song, don't forget your own identity."

"My identity, what identity do I have?" Song Changsheng pushed aside the crowd and walked forward slowly, "Is it the number one swordsmith in the Central Plains, or a sad man who lost his new wife?"

Seeing that the situation was not good, the disciples of Bai Fujiao immediately rushed forward and surrounded him, but Yang Yao did not order him to be dealt with according to the canon, but said: "Mrs. Song's tragedy, the saint and I are very sad, but her The soul is already on the way back, so why does Mr. Song make trouble at this moment, isn't he afraid that she will never come back?"

"It hurts so much, the soul is on the way home?" Song Changsheng laughed, his eyes were bloodshot, but his expression did not show much anger, and he only complained in a tired and hoarse voice, "But without you, my wife would not be here at all. She died. She originally wanted to buy a bouquet of flowers on the street, but was lured into that Buddhist hall. You took advantage of her innocence, kindness, and ignorance of worldly affairs to defraud her of gold and silver step by step, and tricked her into stealing me. It was me who forged the sword, and I was also at fault, I shouldn't have been so obsessed with casting swords that I didn't return home, and it took a whole year to notice her abnormality."

There was a commotion at the scene.In fact, not all those who stand here today are devout believers, and some people have other thoughts in their hearts. The development of Baifujiao has been in full swing in the past few years, and they are also jealous and want to get a piece of the pie, so they pretend to be pious. The appearance, hoping to get into a high position smoothly, and then make a big profit.

This group of people can't understand the details of Bai Fujiao very well. Now they hear Song Changsheng yelling non-stop, and they are secretly funny, just waiting to see Yang Shengshi's jokes-they have been suppressed by this old man these days. I have accumulated a lot of fire, so no one persuades me, it is not a big deal to watch the excitement.

Yang Yao was so scolded that his face turned pale. He originally wanted to save some face for Song Changsheng, because there is indeed no better swordsmith in the world than him. Being able to draw such a person into the Baifu Sect will have a negative effect on the sect in the Central Plains. The development of martial arts is of great benefit.However, Song Changsheng didn't intend to give him the same face. He almost tore off all the disguise and scolded him for his negligence and the greed of the cult. He pointed at Wumeng Yunle and said loudly: "It's you Kill her!"

Yang Yao couldn't bear it anymore: "Tell him to shut up!"

All the disciples of Bai Fujiao drew their swords out of their sheaths, but Song Changsheng jumped up. The world's number one swordsmith and the world's number one hidden weapon master saw a cloud of darts shoot out from his lapel like a torrential rain It penetrated the throats of those around it.

There was a scream, and someone among the believers shouted: "Protect the saint!"

The vast majority of people rushed forward, no matter it was real or staged, since they were disciples of the Baifu Sect, they couldn't stand by and remain indifferent to the saintess' difficulties.Only Liang Shu and Chang Xiaoqiu were still standing there, guarding the sleeping fairy who had just stepped out of the dream.

Song Changsheng failed to hold Wumeng Yunle hostage, because the seemingly powerless girl actually had excellent lightness kung fu, she flew up lightly like a butterfly, fighting with the people who came to catch her Passed by.Song Changsheng only felt a tingling pain on his face, as if he had been scratched by the other party's nails, and when he touched it, there was blood dripping down.

Chang Xiaoqiu said anxiously: "He is no match for the others."

Liang Shudao: "But he didn't intend to fight alone."

"Ah?" Chang Xiaoqiu was puzzled, "What do you mean... ah!"

He yelled in panic, causing people around the high platform to look this way. After seeing it clearly, they were also very shocked. They didn't understand why the young guard of the Wanli Guard Bureau would suddenly commit suicide by jumping off the mountain. After all, Ya was not there either. over there.Chang Xiaoqiu "gululu" rolled down the slope, grabbing a pile of withered grass indiscriminately, completely unaware why His Royal Highness King Xiao suddenly kicked himself down the hill, but there was already a dull explosion in his ears!

Liu Xian'an was tightly protected by Liang Shu, even though he covered his ears, he still buzzed for a long time.The high platform had been blown to pieces long ago, and there were broken limbs and blood stains everywhere. Song Changsheng lay on the ground, spitting blood, his eyes were still looking angrily at the white dress deep in the forest, and wanted to get up and chase after him, but After stumbled and didn't take a few steps, he fell forward with a "bang".

He felt that he was going to die, maybe he had already died. He didn't succeed in avenging his wife, so he just died.

When he opened his eyes again, what he saw was not the underworld, but an inn.

"Mr. Song, are you awake?" A boy with round eyes was watching over the bed, "Drink some water first."

Song Changsheng looked at him suspiciously.

"I'm a disciple of Baihe Villa, and my name is Aning." The young man introduced himself, "It was my son who rescued Mr. and came back."

Song Changsheng gradually recalled the explosion. He sat up propped up and asked, "Your son, is he the son of Baihe Villa? Why is he on that mountain?"

"Well, it's the second son of my family. He came to Raven City to find out the truth about Bai Fujiao's harm." Aning supported him, "Sir, he can't get out of bed recently, he was seriously injured and poisoned , at least it will take a year and a half to raise it."

Song Changsheng didn't care about his injuries, he only cared about why the second son of the Liu family was involved in the case of the cult, so he asked, "Could it be that Baifujiao even dared to win over people from Baihe Villa?"

"That's not true. This story is a bit long, so I'd better tell it to my husband in person." Ah Ning took care of his leg injury. , it can’t be saved at all.”

Song Changsheng smiled wryly, "I didn't want to live either."

"I have indeed seen many people who are unwilling to live, but if the knot can be solved, it is better to live after all." Aning quickly tied the bandage on his hands and feet, "Sir, drink a glass of water first, I will go Invite my son."

He trotted to the corridor, and first lay down on the crack of the next door to observe carefully for a long time, to make sure that his young master was not very close to the prince, and then he knocked on the door and went in, saying: "Mr. Song is already awake."

Liu Xian'an was helping Chang Xiaoqiu with the scratches on his face: "Understood, let him wait for a while."

The young man grinned his teeth in pain, but because Liang Shu was present, he insisted on not making a sound. Instead, he forcibly pretended to be calm and calm, and asked, "How did the prince find out that there were explosives at the scene?"

"I can smell it. After staying on the battlefield for a long time, you will become extremely sensitive to the smell of various explosives." Liang Shu said, "Also, even if Song Changsheng missed the saint by mistake, he was still leading the others to the high platform. , the purpose is even more obvious, he wants to drag everyone to die together."

This goal was almost [-]% achieved, and the remaining [-]% ​​was due to himself, who failed to die, and was hit to the side by the hilt of Liang Shu's flying sword at a critical moment, avoiding the center of the explosion; She didn't die either, she stepped on the top of Yang Yao's head with her toes, and drifted away unscathed.

Yang Yao was completely bombed, his head was in a different place, and no one could find out whether he voluntarily sacrificed for the saint, or whether he was stepped into the explosive pile because he was too late to run.

Chang Xiaoqiu had lingering fears in his heart: "So many people, many of whom were of high status, just died like this."

He is still young, and unlike Second Young Master Liu, he can live and die, so his heart is still very blocked, and he continued: "Fortunately, I came, otherwise..." Otherwise, my father might not escape.

Liu Xian'an wrapped his head tightly, leaving the growing boy alone to mourn the spring and autumn, and went to the next door with Liang Shu.Song Changsheng was holding tea in his hands and lost his mind, when he heard the doorbell, he hurriedly sat up straight and said, "Second Young Master Liu." His eyes fell on Liang Shu again, and he seemed to be stunned for a moment in disbelief, and said, "His Royal Highness Xiao Wang ?”