Chapter 43

【Amidst the dissatisfaction, this farce finally extinguished.】

【The Empress said meaningfully: "Lu Shaobao, your words were too heavy."】

【The matter was picked up high and put down lightly.】

【Some felt it was not worth it for Xie Xie Lingxuan.】

【Others looked at you and whispered, "Heaven wants it to perish, it must first make it mad."】

【The sun slipped quietly past the zenith.】

【The prayer ceremony ended with the ringing of bells and drums, and for the next three days, the Son of Heaven needed to fast and pray in the Daoist temple on Mount Zhongnan.】

【The Son of Heaven, accompanied by several core ministers, continued to march toward the Daoist temple on the top of the mountain.】

【The rest of the officials rested in the mountain temple, and went down the mountain the next day.】

【The Empress took several favored concubines and Zhou Zhou Jinyu to prepare to go up the mountain to meet the Son of Heaven, while those palace people who were not selected returned to the deep palace under the escort of the Imperial Guard.】

【You looked up and saw the crowd separating like flowing water, going up the mountain, chasing the Son of Heaven, and going down the mountain.】

【Two groups of people, two kinds of situations.】

【The crowd was surging, all the prominent figures in the court gathered, and the matter of Xie Xie Lingxuan spread like wildfire.】

【Especially your sentence "How can she be worthy of me, Lu Chen?" became the focus of everyone's discussion.】

【The matter concerns Lu Lu Shaobao, and for a time it became an interesting story and talk of this Mount Zhongnan.】

【A deep-feeling woman being humiliated makes people feel a trace of pity.】

【In a short while, coupled with someone deliberately rendering it, Xie Xie Lingxuan's name spread far and wide.】

【The crowd was bustling, going up and down the mountain, walking in a hurry.】

【Su Yue pulled her cousin Xie Xie Lingxuan and said: "Cousin, let's go, this kind of person is not worthy of you."】

【"Arrogant, blind and arrogant."】

【"Just now, many young masters and ladies spoke up for you; when we return to the capital, there will naturally be ways to make Lu Chen lose his reputation."】

【Xie Xie Lingxuan was slightly stunned.】

【Looking at the person standing on the stone steps with his hands in his sleeves, the wind blew his sleeves, and his expression was light and breezy.】

【You felt Xie Xie Lingxuan's gaze.】

【You smiled slightly at her, and then continued to look up at the leisurely blue sky.】

【For a moment.】

【She seemed to be in tune with your heart.】

【Xie Xie Lingxuan recalled what you said in the pavilion outside the city when General Wang Yang saw Lu Shaobao off in the capital.】

【"Floating fame and empty profit, vainly tiring the spirit, white horse passing a crack, fire in stone, body in a dream."】

【Xie Xie Lingxuan said softly: "Those who know you say you are worried, those who don't know you ask what you are seeking."】

Mount Zhongnan, night fell.

On the top of the mountain, there are more than a dozen Daoist temples.

The starlight was quietly covered by thick clouds, leaving a piece of deep night color.

A middle-aged scholar with slightly gray temples walked into this heavily guarded Daoist temple with ease.

Behind the scholar followed a trembling youth.

These two were the Demon Master Huang Dao and the noble young master Xie Mu.

Huang Dao laughed:

"People are dead, what are you afraid of?"

Xie Mu's mouth twitched!

Looking back at the broken limbs and rotten meat on the ground, the blood that seeped out from the door crack flowed all over the ground.

The whole Daoist temple was dripping with blood.

In an instant, more than fifty people died before his eyes, silently.

The fishy smell entered his lungs, and he could no longer control it, his stomach churning, rushing straight to his throat.

"Ugh!"

Vomited all over the ground.

Xie Mu was just a noble young master, not lacking in ferocity, but he had never seen such a bloody scene.

Huang Dao kindly took tea from the guest room of the Daoist temple and gave him a gentle hammer on the back to smooth his breath.

Huang Dao comforted:

"Normal, I was just as excited when I saw a corpse for the first time!"

Xie Mu asked suspiciously: "Did you vomit too?"

Huang Dao laughed: "I was excited, I didn't sleep all night."

Xie Mu didn't know how to answer, looking at Huang Dao's concerned face, his heart was full of lingering fear.

Don't know what method Huang Dao used, just a light touch of his finger.

The tall guard who was still wearing armor a moment ago was split into several pieces in an instant, scattered on the ground.

Huang Dao saw the youth's curiosity and said:

"Do you want to learn? I can teach you."

"Actually, it's very simple, just make spiritual energy into silk threads."

Xie Mu hurriedly shook his head.

"No... need."

Huang Dao didn't care after hearing this.

He looked at the house and frowned:

"This Emperor is cautious, he is not in the main hall, these people died in vain... forget it, killed is killed."

In this room, all the concubines of the harem lived, and the current Emperor was not there.

Huang Dao walked leisurely and continued to walk toward another Daoist temple residence.

Xie Mu could only follow closely with fear.

At this time.

A movement came, and it seemed that someone walked in from the side door.

Xie Mu hid nervously behind Huang Dao.

Only to see!

A white-clothed evil monk walked in slowly.

He had a cold face, and his eyes revealed a kind of indescribable evil spirit.

Huang Dao laughed, seemingly not surprised:

"I felt an aura following me, so it was you, old monk."

"Why did you come to Great Qing from the Great Snow Mountain."

The white-clothed monk was Zen Master Venerable Kumu from the Great Snow Mountain, wearing a white cassock.

Venerable Kumu had inquired in many ways and knew that Lu Chen often lived in seclusion here.

"Hmph, it's a good place to live."

His eyes were obscure, hiding endless anger and hatred.

Baoshu was his only disciple, the only blood relative in the world.

Baoshu represented the Great Snow Mountain to help Northern Wind, but died inexplicably.

Back then!

If he hadn't sensed the recovery of spiritual energy and was anxious to break through his cultivation, he wouldn't have failed to go down the mountain to avenge his disciple.

Letting Lu Chen be carefree in the world for ten more years.

It was too cheap for him.

Pity!

The journey between Great Qing and Northern Wind was long, and Lu Chen's reputation was quite great.

Otherwise, Venerable Kumu would have brought him back to the Great Snow Mountain to keep him in captivity, let the disciples who like men abuse him at will, let him seek life but not death, seek death but not death, like a pig or dog.

Venerable Kumu was just a bit strange!

His disciple also had the grandmaster realm back then, and died inexplicably.

However!

Martial arts grandmasters are strong, but they cannot resist thousands of troops.

A grandmaster is only three hundred armor.

On the battlefield of the two countries' war, even a grandmaster can hardly change the situation.

The two armies set up their formations, and the grandmaster has to be consumed to death alive.

Unless it is above the grandmaster, opening the gate of the innate.

Venerable Kumu couldn't help but think of the Demon Master Huang Dao whose realm was unknown just now.

This Demon Master is mysterious and unpredictable, acting strangely, making people hard to figure out.

He always felt that Huang Dao came here to slay the dragon, and there must be an ulterior motive behind it.

It seems that I have to solve Lu Chen quickly and go to the top of the mountain to check.

Just at this moment!

A whistling sound of breaking through the air came from behind, interrupting his thoughts.

Venerable Kumu turned and looked.

Only to see!

Not far away, a figure rushed over at an incredible speed.

Venerable Kumu saw this, his eyes condensed.

The person was wearing a Daoist robe, obviously a Daoist of the Profound Heaven Sect.

And, this aura!

"Grandmaster realm."

When did the grandmaster realm become common, Mount Zhongnan saw two tonight.

Obviously this person is not good.

"No, how is this possible!"

Venerable Kumu said in surprise, how could it be so fast!

That figure seemed to have discovered him, and the speed accelerated again.

Already pulling out a straight white light.

In three or four breaths, the figure was already close at hand.

Venerable Kumu only felt a gust of wind blowing in his face, seeing the Daoist robe fluttering in the wind, the Daoist's beard and hair flying.

A pair of fists magnified in his eyes.

A roar came from his ears: "Die for me!"