Emperor Que Shaohua

Half-drowned and half-awake, Mu Shaoqing heard a subtle rustling sound, slight but soft, and it took him some time before he vaguely realized that it was the sound of rain beating plantains.

There were footsteps coming and going around, also very lightly, and there were people talking in low voices, intermittently indistinguishable.

"I have a low-grade fever, it's okay, I should be waking up soon... It's okay to be conscious, headache and discomfort are certain, just take it easy and rest for a while... He is in good health, so don't worry..."

Who are the people around and what are they talking about?He couldn't tell the difference, but he felt extremely tired, and there was an indescribable emptiness, as if he was being chased and driven by something. He ran for a long time without knowing the direction, but suddenly he stepped on the ground and fell from the edge of the cliff. , falling like never-ending.

A hand was placed on his forehead, which brought some coolness, and he was dazed and fell into a coma.While feeling a little relieved, the emptiness that fell out of thin air is still with me, as if something very important has been left behind, leaving an irreparable emptiness.

Mu Shaoqing opened his eyes with difficulty, and found that there was a bamboo couch under him. The furnishings in the small room were plain and familiar.The sky is still bright, the window lattice is half open, there are indeed a few plantain leaves outside, swaying gently in the slanting wind and drizzle.

Isn't this the flower hall next to the sword pool? I am lying in an inner room, which is only separated by a wall from the hall where I tasted swords not long ago.His mind was in chaos, he wanted to sit up, but his head felt as if it had been crushed heavily by thousands of horseshoes, his eyes turned black when he moved a little, and he groaned in pain.

"Are you awake?" The girl in white who was tranced by the bed heard the movement, a glint of surprise flashed in her sad eyes, she got up and said, "Don't move, you are injured, lie down for a while."

"Wanli..." Mu Shaoqing was full of confusion, as if falling into a dream again. He hadn't been alone with Jiang Wanli for a long time, but after only saying two words, he found that his voice was completely hoarse.There was a faint pain in his left shoulder. He couldn't remember when he was injured, but there was a smell of ointment under the dense bandage, which obviously had been properly treated with medicine.

The memory before losing consciousness returns slowly but continuously, the sword competition on the lake, the clear sound of the flute, the sudden sound of the piano, and the inexplicable turbulence of true energy... The images come one after another, both illusion and reality, gradually pieced together, and end in That trick is soaring to the sky.His mind moved slightly, but his inner breath had returned to calm, running smoothly as usual, as if the abnormality had never happened before.

Not only did he lose the sword competition, but he also fell unconscious on the ground without face in front of his fellow swordsmen all over the world.Mu Shaoqing closed his eyes silently, and he found that he didn't seem to care as much as he imagined.Perhaps it was because, compared with the shock caused by other things, this embarrassment was only a drizzle.More memories are like feathers in the wind, distant singing, emerging layer by layer. The thick white mist that once blocked everything and made him unable to think no longer exists, and the flame that always burns the bottom of my heart has disappeared. They were washed away by the Qingxin formula and disappeared without a trace.This feeling is indescribable, like the collapse after breaking free from the shackles, the shock after breaking through life and death, he has never felt so clear-headed, and at the same time exhausted to death.

Countless memories over the past few months are coherent and clear, and every word and deed is impressive. At the same time, it is as strange and distant as watching fire from the other side, unbelievable. Is it me?He is indeed condescending, but that doesn't mean he doesn't care about the serious and the serious.

Mu Shaoqing opened his eyes suddenly, endured the severe headache and dizziness, and barely sat up.

"Shaoqing, what's the matter with you?" Jiang Wanli poured out a bowl of medicine from the warmer, turned around and saw that he was about to get out of bed staggeringly, his face was as pale as a dead man, and she hurried forward to support him in shock, "Yes Is there any discomfort, I will send someone to invite Mr. Tang!"

Since the last time the two had a quarrel and broke up, the "Shaoqing" hadn't been heard for four or five months.As the distance approached, it was the faint orchid fragrance on her body, and Mu Shaoqing felt a tearing pain in his heart. He didn't understand, he couldn't think clearly, yesterday, today, every fragment of himself in every day, Confused and in a trance, completely changed, and without looking back, he walked towards the betrayal of relatives.

"What time is it now?" He asked in a low voice, "How about the sword test meeting?"

"The time is coming to an end, you slept for more than two hours." Seeing him calm down, Jiang Wanli felt a little relieved, but couldn't help feeling complicated, "After the sword competition in the morning, guests have left one after another, but most of them are still there. Gather in the village and plan to stay until evening before leaving."

Mu Shaoqing was silent. Most people chose to stay instead of disperse because there was still one thing hanging in the air.The gambling contract that has been rumored for many days started from Juxian Tower and is scheduled to end today, there should indeed be an explanation.

"Vice Zhuangzhu and the others are still there?" Thinking of the disappointment and extremely angry faces of his companions and friends who had basically cut off their robes and turned against each other during these days, he suddenly felt palpitations and shortness of breath, almost Without the strength to say the most important name, "Also, Jiang... Sovereign, where is he?"

The elegy made the master look at Master Mu's distraught look, he couldn't help but soften his heart after all, and sighed: "Of course everyone is here, but no one wants to talk to you at the moment. Master Gu was originally guarding outside, but the manor needs you." There are too many things to deal with, so I advise him to get busy first." She paused, "Cousin is in the hall next door, and he wants to explain something to everyone. He has ordered that if you don't wake up or can't support yourself, you should rest first. For a few days, don’t force yourself.”

"Wanli, I'll go there now." Mu Shaoqing gritted his teeth, even if falling to the ground meant his body would be broken to pieces, he must get the agreed answer that he thought was meaningless.Apart from the confusion and fear that filled his heart, he had a vague premonition: If he missed today due to fear or embarrassment, and gave up fulfilling the promise himself, he would regret it for the rest of his life.

Under the high eaves, raindrops were like threads. Compared with the grand occasion of hundreds of guests in the early morning, there were only dozens of guests sitting or standing in the flower hall at this moment.The main story of Langhuanzong involves some inside information, and the promise to explain it does not mean that it will be directly spread in front of thousands of colleagues.Therefore, most of the heroes who stayed in the village were invited to drink tea and watch the rain in the awning of the Martial Arts Field to pass the time. Only distinguished guests with status and character who could convince the crowd were invited to witness and enter the flower hall, and the windows and doors were closed tightly, and no eavesdropping peep.

Mu Shaoqing's left shoulder was only slightly injured, but every time he took a step, he suffered from a splitting headache, and he was too brave to ask for help. When he finally moved to the hall, his head was covered in cold sweat.

"Master!" Gu Di also came in just now, and hurried forward to help.

The hall was very quiet, and everyone looked serious.Mu Shaoqing saw Luo Yanhua sitting on the guest seat at a glance, and then Zhu Jin, Yu Lan, Xie Xiao... Luo Pingyuan, who had just fought with him in the dark, was also present, sitting in a very low-key manner. Brother, let's do it.On the main seat is an armchair for half-sitting and half-lying, which is obviously prepared for him.

Mu Shaoqing pushed Gu Di's hand away, and walked over without saying a word, as if he couldn't figure out why the self before today was arrogant and arrogant, and he couldn't understand the guilty conscience now, as if he was no longer the master of this place, but The culprit awaiting interrogation.In fact, he felt that if he didn't figure out the reason, he was going to go crazy. The moment he saw King Jing, countless emotions rushed into his heart, and it was all supported by a habitual arrogance that kept him from losing his composure.

Fortunately, Luo Yanhua's expression was indifferent and unchanged, as if his appearance was justified and he didn't need to care at all.Mu Shaoqing relaxed a little bit, and when he collected his mind, he realized that the hall remained quiet, and everyone's eyes were focused on a silk book in Master Jingming's hand.

The silk book was wide and thin, filled with handwriting. Master Jingming passed it to Ning Zefei after reading it, and said slowly: "As Sect Master Jiang said, if the content of this confession is true, Wei Wuze, the former yin envoy of the Kunlun Mansion, should respond. It was in Wanjian Villa that there was a well-trained talisman guard. This person had been taught by Sanskrit monks and demons, and he was proficient in Sanskrit music. Master Mu Shaozhuang insisted on being an enemy of Sect Master Jiang, and there were many confusions and inversions in various situations. The old monk also deeply felt that I understand, now it seems that it is indeed possible that she was assassinated and her mind was manipulated by a traitor."

As Nalan Yu's unique skill, the Sanskrit Yin technique is said to be like the Qingxin Jue, extremely picky about talents, and because it is rare, it has become more and more mysterious.Among the guests present, the lords of Langhuan and some close friends had already learned about it beforehand, while the rest of the elders had extensive knowledge and knowledge, although they were moved, they didn't think it was strange.Elder Kongtong Pai He held his beard and said: "Such magic tricks like Sanskrit music to confuse the mind, the perpetrators often choose the people who are close to the opponent, and the harm is very hidden. More than [-] years ago, the master of Bailianmen Tian Wanjun lost his life because of this. The head of the Tian sect was highly skilled in martial arts, and he was invulnerable to swords and guns. Whoever wanted to hide the door was somehow leaked to the enemy by his beloved son. As a result, the head of the sect died tragically. The Lord saw that he had killed his father and his fellow disciples, and he was so regretful and unable to argue, he also committed suicide. After a few years, the enemy's family was complacent after drinking, so he slipped out and revealed the truth. Sneak attack by sorcery, taking advantage of the young man's confusion to ask the secret."

He said and shook his head repeatedly: "The old man was still young at that time, and when the truth was not known, how many people accused the son of Tian Clan Master of taking a thief as a friend, and he had the same thought. The evil generation mastered it, and it often caused people's ruin and ruin. I thought that Mr. Lu got rid of the Sanskrit monk and devil, and Sanskrit music would disappear in the world, but I didn't expect that Nalan Yu would have an heir."

Everyone was a little bit emotional, and Hu Jingyue said in a deep voice: "It seems that Miss Pei, the harpist, has something to do with Wei Wuze's strange words and deeds. If she was indeed ordered to lurk in Wanjian Villa, after her identity was found out on the spot, she would risk her life to taint her. Sect Master Jiang was named as a means of alienation, so with the Sanskrit sound technique, it is no wonder that Master Mu Shaozhuang has deep-rooted misunderstandings and misunderstandings." She thanked Xuanshuang for saving her family under the knife Disciple, so I intend to explain my views thoroughly so that King Jing can further explain.

Everyone in the audience has already heard the whole story of Pei Suxue's incident. Thinking of Feng Jingyi's account and the evidence collected by Lang Huan, most of them take it for granted. If Pei Suxue is just an ordinary woman, Wei Wuze has no reason to entrust him with important tasks, but if she is pregnant Sanskrit music, the situation is different immediately, following this line of thinking, the situation can be consistent everywhere, all kinds of doubts can be solved, and the reason for Mu Shaoqing's insistence on going his own way and being unreasonable has been found.Many people nodded in agreement, but this Miss Pei did not hesitate to deceive each other with death in order to target the Sect Master of Langhuan. It can be said that her persistence was extremely intense. Thinking about Wei Wuze's treacherous tricks behind the scenes, one can't help but feel chills in the heart.

The most perplexed person in the hall was Mu Shaoqing, who had just learned that he had been assassinated by Sanskrit music, followed by his family, Master Gu.Ning Zefei had read Shao Qingquan's confession, and handed it to Gu Di in an understanding manner.Gu Di hesitated for a moment, but couldn't hold back the owner's indisputable gaze, and still sent the silk book to him.

Mu Shaoqing didn't say a word, his headache was still going on, and the lines of ink seemed to be dancing in front of his eyes, and it took a while to gradually see the meaning.If it was yesterday, he would have sneered, sneered in disbelief, and even retorted, but now, the change of inner breath actually happened a few hours ago, and the white mist in his mind is not fake. Evidence can be refused to believe, but the real feeling can't be denied, he can't deceive himself.Scenes of what he has done and done in the past few days have passed by, words and deeds are shapeless and wanton, and many people have painstakingly persuaded him, but the only response is sarcasm and rampage.If it wasn't because of being bewitched by an evil spirit and losing his mind, if he was upright and confident when he saw the truth, why did he feel so anxious when he woke up?

Someone once asked sadly and indignantly in front of him: "How can the suzerain be sorry for you, to be bullied by you like this?"

He suddenly didn't dare to raise his head, for fear of meeting Luo Yanhua's quiet gaze.The accusations, insults, and sarcasm that I said personally echoed in my ears, and every word seemed to turn into a whip, turning around and whipping on my face.

Is it because he was hit by the sanskrit technique and couldn't control himself? The cold water sword in his hand has not yet drunk the blood of the enemy, but he has become a sharp blade borrowed by Wei Wuze, aiming at the suzerain Luo Yuhua?

But how is it possible, Pei Suxue is just a weak woman with no strength to restrain a chicken, but she is an out-and-out first-class swordsman.He wondered in confusion, what does it mean to be the master of Mingjian, the master of Wanjian Villa, to act perversely?It's unimaginable and unbearable. Could it be that saying a Sanskrit sound technique is an explanation to everyone and yourself?

Master Mu Shaozhuang was proud of himself all his life, and he never imagined that one day he would be in such a situation. Facing the silk book in front of him, not only did he not have the confidence to question it, but he was completely hopeless, and even wanted to die.

A maid approached lightly and put down a cup of tea. It was Yanqing.Mu Shaoqing mechanically picked up the teacup, took a sip, collected the scattered souls, and said in a low voice: "Miss Pei didn't look like she was lying..." Memories of that night A little confused, but those sad eyes remained in my mind. Why would a person who maliciously deceived have such sad eyes?She didn't close her eyes until she died.

Fang Cangsong also said at this time: "In the morning, when the swords were held on the stone platform, Sect Master Jiang asked the second young master of Nangong to play the jade flute, and he personally played the piano sound together. Fang is not familiar with the melody, but he doesn't quite understand it, so he asks Sect Master Jiang to clarify." His age and seniority are much higher than that of King Jing, but Luo Yanhua is the Sect Master of Langhuan, and his demeanor makes him quite confused. Because of respect, it is completely reciprocal.

Mu Shaoqing suddenly lost consciousness. After diagnosis and treatment, he didn't suffer any internal injuries and he didn't seem to go off fire. It was very strange. Everyone had the same question, and immediately concentrated on waiting for King Jing's answer.Some people can't help but secretly slander: Who knows what happened to that Pei Suxue before his death, Master Mu Shaozhuang's family is desperate, but he still remembers to defend the culprit, he really lost his mind and was seriously harmed by the witch.

"Let me answer Master Fang first." Luo Yanhua glanced at Mu Shaoqing who was looking gloomy, sighed in his heart, and said slowly, "Sanskrit music uses voice to confuse the mind and shake the emotions. After learning about Mu Lingzhu's accident, Lang Huan has been trying to recover, hoping to alleviate the influence of Sanskrit music through appropriate melody. The elegy made the Lord sleepless for many days. Including Mr. Jin, several friends who are proficient in rhythm also tried their best to help, but unfortunately, they couldn't How effective it is."

After the Three-Day Sword Meeting, everyone had fully understood Mu Shaozhuang's owner's unrestrained style, and nodded in understanding. Only Mu Shaoqing heard "Never Sleepless" and thought of the Qingjian Lanzhou song presented by Wan Li, and then nodded again. It was a heart-wrenching pain.He knew that Jiang Wanli didn't follow in, but he subconsciously glanced around, and suddenly realized that Nangong Jin was not there, only Nangongchen was sitting at the bottom and listening contemplatively, he couldn't help but feel a little strange.

"That's interesting," Elder He said with a smile, "Since it doesn't work, why do you keep playing music when it comes to martial arts competitions? Could it be that there is another mystery in the sound of the flute played by the second young master, can it be a surprise victory?"

"The Yuntai Pu'an Mantra is indeed helpful, but what can really make Mu Lingzhu get rid of the Sanskrit Art is the Qingxin Jue." Luo Yanhua said, seeing that most people were puzzled, so he explained it concisely.Master Mu Shaozhuang practiced Qingxin Jue since he was young. Although it is limited to a relatively shallow level of mental method, it has become very solid over the years.When the exercises are cultivated to a certain level, it can protect the Lingtai and make the mind clear.Now that Mu Shaoqing is being disturbed by Sanskrit music, if he can meet the external conditions at the same time, stimulating the Qingxin Jue is like piercing a layer of window paper. First, the true energy is like water breaking through a bank, and then guided from the side, it is enough to break through the heart barrier by itself, so that The mind returns to peace.

No one in the seat has practiced the Qingxin Jue, but all of them are masters of high-level internal energy. After King Jing finished speaking, they already understood it.Grandmaster Jingkong folded his palms together and said: "Sect Master Jiang has a kind heart. Although Master Mu Shao was obsessed for a while, it was because of the persecution that he couldn't help himself. It is a great fortune among misfortunes to be able to get rid of the demons. This Yuntai Pu'an The mantra is the song of my Buddhist sect, but somehow it can activate the qi mechanism of pure heart, the old monk is ignorant and ignorant, so I still want to ask Sect Master Jiang to give me some advice."

"Master's words are serious. I'm ashamed to say that I only have a superficial understanding of music theory, and I understand the whole story in my heart, but I may not be able to explain it clearly." Luo Yanhua paused, and smiled slightly, "Mr. Nangong has a good understanding of the rhythm, why don't he answer it for you. It must be more appropriate." There was only one Mr. Nangong in the hall, and he suddenly dropped the topic, and everyone's eyes turned to Nangong Chen, even Mu Shaoqing, who was in a trance, came back to his senses.

"I don't know much about Qingxin Jue, but Sect Master Jiang has presented me with a problem." Nan Gongchen was also startled, and then said with a smile, "I think there is a collision between the Buddhist rhyme and the Taoist mental method, and it happened that Shaoqing Yubi During the fight, he fully mobilized his internal energy to fight against Lu Shaoxia, and his true energy swelled, prompting the Qingxin Jue to respond." He thought for a while, and then added, "Furthermore, Nalan Yu became a monk in his early years, and Sanskrit music has much to do with Buddhism. There is a connection. Although the Yuntai Pu'an mantra is righteous and the Sanskrit music is evil, the two come from the same source after all, so I would venture to guess that Sect Master Jiang used the former as a guide. Once the Sanskrit sound technique is destroyed, Shaoqing will also have to escape the catastrophe."

He has a gentle demeanor, and talks eloquently, which makes people unconsciously convinced and favored, and the name of the mirror and the sky of the mirror are all thinking.The Sanskrit sound technique was indeed created by Nalan Yu when the Buddha became a demon. The Buddhism is vast and there are countless monks. There are many precedents for such situations.

"Mr. Nangong's talent is outstanding. Although what he said is not perfect, it is not far away." Luo Yanhua nodded slightly, but did not intend to continue explaining, but looked at Mu Shaoqing, "Whether it is Sanskrit or Qingxin Jue, Master Mu Ling has a feeling in his body, which is clearer than anyone else. Shaoqing, until now, do you still not believe that Miss Pei is Wei Wuze's subordinate?"

In the last sentence, his voice was soft.Mu Shaoqing was speechless. It was a fact that he possessed Sanskrit music skills. Even Nan Gongchen agreed that Pei Suxue did it. He didn't know what else to say.It was the time when the song ended, Luo Yanhua asked in a reasonable and reasonable way: You admired Lingzhu and lost in the sword competition, and you have no reason to speak, shouldn't you admit the bet and admit defeat?But he remained silent for a long time.Deep in his heart, there always seemed to be some unsolvable questions, which made him hesitate, and a voice said, it's not the end yet, this is not the answer.

The originally relaxed atmosphere gradually became tense in the silence.Those who don't know the character of Master Mu Shaozhuang feel that he is ignorant of good and evil and missed opportunities, but from the perspective of friends who know him, it is clear that he is desperate to lose face if he doesn't step down, and those in Langhuan's subordinates who are more irritable have already begun to get angry.

"As the saying goes, when a person is about to die, his words are good. Since Shaoqing doesn't want to believe that Pei Suxue will still deceive and frame her until she dies, why don't we let go of our preconceived ideas and ignore all the doubts about this girl for the time being." Luo Yanhua But there was no sign of displeasure, and he signaled everyone to calm down, and said leisurely, "But after all, it happened. Looking back at the beginning of the year, Wanjian Villa suddenly changed, Wei Cheng and Miss Pei died, and Mu Lingzhu was also in a state of confusion. Until today , My Langhuan has not yet completely overcome the crisis. There are thousands of things in the past, but there is a source. If the mastermind behind this incident is Wei Wuze, the leader of the Youming Commander who betrayed back then, then secretly carry out the orders of the Wei Yin Envoy and serve him. Who will be the Fu Wei who will realize the conspiracy, who will be able to push the master of Mingjian to a desperate situation step by step, and make the Langhuan almost fall apart?"

His expression was still calm, he looked around the hall indifferently, and his eyes finally stayed on the lower left side: "Young Master Nangong, in your opinion, if that person is not Miss Pei, who is it most likely?"

Author's words

From then on, Master Mu Shaozhuang could only take care of himself, which shows that one must keep a low profile.

I will take a day off tomorrow, and I will continue the day after tomorrow. Thank you for your favorites, votes and comments. They are all encouragement to me~~