Emperor Que Shaohua

"Okay, Your Highness King Ning." Liao Yin straightened his body, smiled, and suddenly changed his address, "You should practice the enlightened mind method passed down by Master Hanshan himself. You can practice high-quality martial arts with a young body. It really is pure. If someone else got caught in the Kunlun Misty Smoke, they would have already lost the strength to stand."

"Are you from the Kunlun Mansion?" Luo Pingyuan felt that the internal energy in his body was rapidly disappearing like a receding tide, and his energy seemed to be sucked away, and the pure Jun sword in his hand seemed to be extremely heavy.

He thought of the rumors about Misty Smoke: formless and colorless, with a distant and clear fragrance, which corresponds to the phrase "Flowers are not flowers, fog is not fog, come in the middle of the night, and go in the morning", but the medicinal power is overbearing, and those who suffer from it are dizzy and unable to use their internal strength , it takes a full three days to recover.He bit the tip of his tongue hard to keep himself awake.

"I think His Highness the Fifth Highness is very sure of his own cultivation, so he is so entrusted with saving people without even taking his subordinates with him." Liao Yin said, walked slowly to a futon and sat down, with a happy expression, raised his hand He signaled Luo Pingyuan to sit down as well, "The sword in your Highness's hand is too hostile, why don't you put it down. You must know that the second disciple of Huashan is not in the temple, only the old monk is here to wait for His Highness, to show the kindness of the landlord. Today's meeting is also a fate, When the misty smoke clears, the old monk can let someone come in to clean up, why not take a break and talk for a while now." In the words, it seemed that the bloody corpse in front of me did not exist.

"Prisoning Huashan disciples privately, and blood splashing on Huangjue, what do you want?" Luo Pingyuan said coldly, holding Chunjun in his hand as hard as he could, pointing the tip of his sword on the ground to support his body, and barely walked to another futon on the opposite side Up and down.Although sitting down, he might not have the strength to stand up, Jing Yuwei is probably still halfway at this time, even if he arrives, he will not rush in without a signal, he can only rely on himself.

He recalled intently, the gist of the Dharma of insight flowed in his heart one by one, piercing himself, as if observing the fire, sitting cross-legged is more conducive to holding Yuan and keeping the one, and gathering internal power in the dantian, he can't just sit and wait for death.

"Your Highness, the more you use your skills to resist, the sooner you will be unable to hold on. Why waste your energy?" Liao Yin said in a harmonious voice, "He who knows the current affairs is a hero. Hitting a stone with an egg and blocking a car with a mansling arm is in vain. It can be seen that Today, many innocent people died because of you? If you hadn't entered the emperor's consciousness with a lone sword, they could have gone back safely."

There seemed to be sarcasm in his tone, but there also seemed to be some compassion. Seeing Luo Pingyuan, he sat silently, and said: "Your Highness is young and energetic, so it is inevitable that he thinks too much of himself. In fact, if he does not have the status of a prince, he is just a mere junior. Regardless of whether you are compared with the current King Jing or His Royal Highness, you are too far behind, otherwise you would not fall into the current situation."

Luo Pingyuan was still silent. Although dizzy in his head, he was still aware of the fact that he was trying to shake his mind. He was in a trance for a moment. Was he too conceited, or was his patience worn down by anger and waiting, and he fell into the trap? Woolen cloth?Maybe I did have the idea of ​​fighting for strength in my heart, wanting to prove my ability in front of King Jing, so today I ignored repeated reminders and rushed here on impulse.Maybe Jiang Han and Wei Qing were really not in the temple, and not only could he not be of help, but he might even become a burden to the emperor.

"Since I have been plotted against, I have nothing to say," he said coldly, "What do you want? Kill me too, or set the blame on me? There is no other way to think about it!!"

"His Royal Highness Ning is serious. The lives of these ordinary mediocre people are no different from ants. How can they compare with you. I, a Jianghu sect in the Kunlun Mansion, have no intention of hurting the lives of dragons and phoenixes. I am just entrusted by others. Pointing out the maze for His Highness, by the way, let you suffer some internal injuries, and discount your skills, and you will think twice when you act in the future." Liao Yin said with a smile, "As for the others, everyone here died at the hands of His Highness, so how can you get married? Misfortune?"

When he said the latter part, his voice suddenly changed from kindness to clear and high-pitched, and the rhyme was like a bell ringing, which shocked people's mind with quality and demeanor.

Luo Pingyuan felt dizzy again, he clenched Chunjun tightly, and secretly passed his little finger across the sword edge, following a sharp pain, he became more awake.In front of him, Liao Yin was sitting cross-legged, clenching formulas with both hands, with a solemn expression, which was somewhat solemn.

"Are you Nalan Yu, the Sanskrit Monk?" Luo Pingyuan blurted out abruptly, "One of the nine guardians of the Kunlun Mansion."

"Worthy of being a high-ranking disciple of Hanshan Mountain, who can support him until now and still be sane. His real name is Po Lao Na." Nalan Yu opened his eyes and glanced at him, and his eyes everywhere also carried invisible bewitching meaning, "Empty is form, form is emptiness, Nalan Yu is the cause, so what is the difference, Your Highness is better to worry about yourself first."

Luo Pingyuan tried his best to recall the rumors about the monk in front of him. Nalanyu was also considered a very strange one among the Kunlun Nine Protectors. Wen Zhi's heart was shaken and he couldn't help himself. At the age of 30, he devoted himself to Buddhism, and when he occasionally appeared to give lectures, he was really like a lotus flower with a tongue like a lotus flower.

However, this person is extreme by nature, and he acts more evil than righteous. He created his own way to control other people's consciousness through sound transmission with internal force, which is called Sanskrit sound technique; more than ten years ago, he used the technique to seek revenge, causing several bloody cases, and the martial arts were in an uproar. , Even the Kunlun Mansion was difficult to protect, and Nalan Yu disappeared and never showed up again.Unexpectedly, many years later, he became a monk at Huangjue Temple.

"Your Highness's misfortune today actually came from the sword on your body." Nalan Yufu said again, "Chunjun is an ancient sharp weapon. It is not the emperor's honor or destiny. Not only is it difficult to control, but the mind is affected by it." Harmful. After receiving this sword, His Royal Highness not only stayed with you all the time, but also committed a massacre a month ago. The blade was full of blood, which attracted evil spirits to invade your body. Originally, you are also of the blood of the royal family, so you only need to calm down and calm down. It will be fine in a few days, but it is a pity that you have broken into the important place of my Buddhism. The magic formation in the Daxiong Palace suppresses the sky and suppresses the earth. It has been passed down from generation to generation. Even the Holy One has to fast for seven days before paying homage. How can you be tolerated? Sinister spirit? No wonder it led to a bloody case, it is truly deplorable."

"It's nonsense. It is obvious that the Kunlun Mansion controls the imperial temple and kills innocent people indiscriminately. If it is true as you said, wouldn't all the generals who kill the enemy on the battlefield be barred from entering this temple?" Luo Pingyuan said coldly, he needed to delay, "Look You have the ring seal on your head, and you are wearing a monk's robe. You are also a monk who has converted to the Three Jewels, but you murdered first, and then framed him later. Doing this outrageous act in front of the Buddha is ten times the crime of ordinary robbers, so you are not afraid of future karma. ?”

Nalan Yu was ordained as a monk for twenty years. Although he did everything, but after a long time, he was a little jealous after all, and couldn't help but sneered back: "Zhuzi dare to say that my Buddhist school is right and wrong. You must know that success and defeat have been the since ancient times. It’s all the same, but how many of those who have achieved meritorious deeds have never done big treachery and evil things, so how can they be rewarded? How many treacherous people have blood on their hands in the early years, and killing people is useless. In the end, they only need to do some good deeds, worship Buddha and build temples, It’s a bliss to be reborn.” He let out a long laugh, “If the Buddha is really displeased, why am I, Nalan Yu, still alive and well?”

"Heaven rules good and evil, black and white right and wrong, how can it be as you said." Luo Pingyuan said, trying to spit out these few words.Nalan Yu is proficient in the art of sound transmission and soul capture, the words are sent out with internal force, and the ear is like being knocked in the brain by a heavy hammer, which makes people feel headache. The so-called magic sound pierces the ear, nothing more so.At this moment, he was powerless, his true energy could not be sustained, and when he uttered the last word, his whole body was already on the verge of collapse.

"Almost forgot the business." Seeing him struggling, Nalan Yu's expression became amiable again, "Let the old monk explain the confusion to His Highness first. You don't have to blame yourself for killing so many people. You must know that the sword is not the main reason. There are other culprits who really attracted you to commit murder."

Luo Pingyuan gritted his teeth and didn't answer, he had tried his best to concentrate, but the other party was using Sanskrit, he only felt the voice hit his ears, and his mind was scattered, as if he was being led away involuntarily.

Nalan Yu said: "Think about it, where do you live every day after you get the sword, where else is it not Prince Jing's Mansion? The only one who can do harm to you is Jing Wang Luo Yanhua. He hates you for opposing him, in order to control Take advantage of it, you have already cast the spell of witchcraft and nightmares, making you go wrong and arrogant. Therefore, when you accidentally enter the magic circle, you will arouse the evil energy in your body, and you will become fierce, killing more than ten people in a row, until the poor monk and Only when the disciples under the seat rushed to resolve this catastrophe with the power of Buddhism, so as not to lead to greater disasters. Amitabha, my Buddha is merciful."

If Luo Pingyuan heard these words on weekdays, he would definitely sneer: It really is a wonderful compilation.But right now he is struggling to hold on, and he can't tell the slightest refutation.

Just listen to Nalan Yu repeating: "His Royal Highness Ning, please remember that the killing here is all done by you alone. Your blood stained the main hall and polluted the Buddha's place. It is all evil karma; the person who caused you to come here is Jing. Wang Luoyanhua." His voice fluctuated up and down, extremely subtle, and it was close to the ear, and every word penetrated into his brain.

Luo Pingyuan thought that the other party was so sinister and sinister, not only wanting to put the crime of murder on his own head, but also frame Jing Wang, he couldn't help getting angry, and his mind was in chaos.He concentrated on resisting the voice in his ear, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

Nalan Yu seems to be casual, but in fact it is not easy to do it with all its strength.What he has to do today is to manipulate King Ning's mind, at least to make his memory blurred and confused, making it difficult to defend himself.He had been watching from afar since Luo Pingyuan entered the temple. Seeing that King Ning sent a girl away with his guards, he thought it was Yao Qian'er, so he didn't come out to stop her. It wasn't until they had a conversation that he realized that something might have gone wrong.According to the plan in advance, the dead soldiers sent by the East Palace evacuated immediately after killing people. In order to avoid being discovered by the Forbidden Army, Jing Yuwei and other people who might come later, even the hidden stakes were withdrawn.He had to take care of Luo Pingyuan quickly, and then go to find out who the girl who was sent away was.

Who would have thought that King Ning would be more difficult to deal with than he had expected, the misty smoke had strong medicinal effects, and he used Sanskrit music one after another, the general martial arts disciples had already been at the mercy of others, unconscious, but Luo Pingyuan was still supporting.

He said the prepared words word for word twice again, Luo Pingyuan's eyes were closed tightly, his forehead was covered with cold sweat, his body swayed, and a mouthful of blood suddenly spewed out, and he fell heavily to the ground.

Nalan Yu breathed a sigh of relief, using the Sanskrit sound to conjure the soul exhausted his mental energy, and his head was already sweating.Seeing King Ning's brows furrowed tightly, his face pale, and Chun Jun standing aside, he finally felt relieved.It seems that when Luo Pingyuan wakes up, he will be confused about what happened today.The fifth prince, who is rich in gold and jade, fell at his feet.

He sneered, got up and kicked King Ning.Luo Pingyuan didn't resist, his body was turned over by the kick, and he lay on his side on the ground.

Only then did Nalan Yu realize that he still needs to give him another palm.According to Donggong's meaning, it is best to abolish the power of six or seven successes. If you don't support it for three to five years, it will be difficult to return to the old view.

He considered his strength, leaned over and slowly raised his palm.Suddenly, a cold light flashed in front of his eyes, the sword's edge was like snow, its momentum was astonishing, and its speed was like lightning and stone fire. He only felt a chill in his chest and abdomen. It revealed that half of the three-foot green blade remained in his body.

Nalan Yu spent half her life, never paying attention to the fledgling King Ning, and never thought that someone who was hit by the Kunlun Mansion's two ultimate moves at the same time could still fight back.He saw that King Ning opened his eyes and sat up, his dark pupils were as cold as ice, his eyes were clear, and there was no sign of his mind being controlled.

"Your retribution is today." A cold and clear voice came from his ear, and his heart felt cold, and at the same time, there was also a feeling of disbelief that was almost terrified, that he didn't feel any pain, and then fell to the ground. He fell to the ground, breathless, his eyes were still open, and he looked no different from other corpses inside and outside the hall.

Luo Pingyuan slowly let go of the hilt of the sword, looked down at his right hand, his palm was full of blood, he purposely held the blade of the sword during the conversation just now, so as not to lose his sanity.His eyes fell on his waist again. There was a small medicine bag hanging there. A few days ago, King Jing asked Xi Minghua to make one for each person in the mansion who often went out on errands, saying that it could prevent common poisonous powder drug.Luo Pingyuan was a little funny when he got it. He was doing official business every day, and he would provoke those plotters wherever he went.Maybe it was because of the cool medicinal fragrance that came out of this medicine sachet, which helped resist the effects of some misty smoke, so he was able to wait until Nalan Yu came over and summoned his remaining internal strength to make a final fight.Although the previous coma was deceitful, but the forced internal energy hurt the lungs, but the blood was genuine.

At this moment, he was sitting on the ground, unable to get up.It was impossible for him to go outside the hall and set off a firework signal or to leave here, and he couldn't even pull out Chunjun and return it to its sheath, that sword exhausted its last energy.The sky is spinning in front of my eyes, and the scene in the hall is gradually blurred, followed by darkness.

When he fell to the ground, Luo Pingyuan seemed to hear the sound of people's voices and footsteps in the distance, and the last thing he thought was that he couldn't do anything after all, brother Huang, can he handle it by himself?

On August [-]th, when the shadows of the sun were coming to an end, Feng Jingyi walked out of the inn where he stayed overnight. He hadn't slept on his pillow for two nights, and there was exhaustion that could not be concealed between his brows, but since he had decided to put life and death aside, his expression He looked very calm, dressed neatly, with a long sword hanging from his waist.

Before arriving at this inn from King Jing's Mansion, King Jing only gave two instructions: one is to wait for the news with peace of mind and go there on time; Come out, so that you have left more leeway for yourself.

From yesterday evening to now, he has not received any message from Langhuan, to be exact, there is no news about the two juniors that he was looking forward to.He looked around. There were people coming and going in the street, but no one seemed to be delivering a letter.He felt a little heavy in his heart. King Jing said that in order to save lives, he probably wouldn't contact him before he was rescued, but Feng Jingyi felt that it was more likely that they hadn't found the juniors yet. After all, time was so tight , the vast city of Los Angeles is crowded with people.

Jingyu Guards prepared the horses, Feng Jingyi got on the horses once he had settled down, and did not look back, beside him were two disciples of the Kongtong Sect, and behind him were sixteen Jingyu sergeants led by Chu Huan and Shao Bitu, Together, they headed towards the Los Angeles Sky Prison.

Most of the prisons are imperially ordered criminals and are heavily guarded.Chu Huan took the documents, led the group through several checkpoints, and entered through a side door, while Shao Bitu led all the soldiers to guard outside.

A jailer greeted them, bowed respectfully to Jing Yu's cavalry guards, and then took out a bunch of keys from his side, leading the way ahead, it seemed that he had already been informed and was waiting for them.

The sky prison is different from ordinary houses. The windows are all at the height of one person plus one arm, and the openings are extremely small. The light barely shines in through the thick gray walls. The iron bars divide the two sides into cells of different sizes, leaving only a narrow corridor in the middle. Once you go deep into it, you will feel ghosts and ghosts everywhere, and all you can see are prisoners in ragged clothes, sitting or lying down. In their respective cells, apart from the musty smell, there was also an inexplicable sour smell in the air.

Seeing strangers coming in, some prisoners who were motionless rushed to look at the iron bars as if they had been awakened, and some people desperately stretched out their hands from between the bars, shouting for innocence.The jailer had obviously seen the strangeness for a long time, and ignored it. He turned around occasionally, and knocked hard at the prisoners who were screaming hard with their iron rods, forcing them to shrink their hands.

At the end of the passage, there was another heavy iron gate, and the jailer opened it with a key, and continued to lead them into the depths.Feng Jingyi saw that every time he passed through a door, the shackles worn by the prisoners inside became heavier, and some of them even wore heavy shackles.

"Because Deputy Commander Shen personally explained it, the little one didn't dare to be negligent, and kept him alone all the time. He was never visited by others, and he was never treated badly in terms of food and clothing." The jailer had already seen that Feng Jingyi was the first among them. Therefore, when talking, he mainly turned to him, "This Master Ji was still a little majestic at the beginning, but recently he seems to be in a bad mood, he doesn't say much, and he is in a daze every day."

Feng Jingyi nodded slightly, but did not speak.After entering this imperial prison, all kinds of past uncontrollably emerged from his memory, the young junior sister's cute and flowery smile seemed to come back to his eyes, the way she finally lay in the cold coffin, the master's painful eyes and the smile on his temples... White hair, the blood-stained broken arms of the juniors, the plaque on the lintel of the Huashan School that was taken off by the Kunlun Mansion and split in half.Since evil prevails over good, why are there so many humiliations and injustices in the world, and why manpower is sometimes poor, and there is always more than enough but not enough.

A few young swordsmen in white clothes like snow walked through the prison without sunlight, they didn't look out of place, but had an indescribable solemnity.

After passing through several prison doors, they finally stopped in front of a cell.Inside, there was a man sitting on the hay, with dirty prison uniform, disheveled hair on his head and face, and dull eyes, pulling the straw under his body for a while, looking no different from other prisoners.

Seeing someone standing in front of the iron fence, he raised his head, his lacklustre eyes lit up suddenly, and then he rushed towards this side suddenly, dragging the heavy shackles on his body rattling: "My lord, but finally Remember to let me go out? It’s better to send a message, a letter of promise. I know it, and I won’t be forgotten!” He seemed to have a rare chance to speak, and his words were in a hurry, his voice hoarse and indistinct.

"Congratulations to Master Ji, as long as the masters look at you pleasingly, you may see the light of day again today." The jailer replied, and then turned to Chu Huan and said, "I want to teach my lord to know, but anyone who has been locked up here for four or five Moon, you always look like this when you meet people, if you stay for a full year, you will be honest."

Regardless of the sarcasm in the jailer's words, Ji Tinghui looked eagerly at the people who came, and in the dim light of the prison, he couldn't distinguish the faces of everyone for a while.

Feng Jingyi took a step forward and looked at the person in front of him coldly. As soon as Ji Tinghui stood up, he could tell that he was tall and tall. Although his hair was unkempt, he could recognize those eyes with slightly drooping corners, which seemed to be smiling even when he was not smiling. There is a demeanor of looking around.He sneered and said, "Yue Gan, hello."