Outlaw

When he asked this question, Xiao Beichen had no choice.

This is the first time Xiao Beichen has encountered something truly helpless since he left Beiliang.

Xiao Beichen's talent is indeed rare in the world.

To be able to become the Xiao Bei King of Northern Liang at such a young age is already incredible enough.

But Xiao Beichen is only twenty years old after all!

The time to enter martial arts is still very short, and the accumulation is far from enough. There is still a gap in front of some peerless monsters who are in their forties, fifties, sixties or seventies.

Commander!

One of the Nine Saints of the Star-Moon Temple!

It has actually arrived at the northwest pier outside Suzhou City.

It would be difficult if Zhu Zitong wanted to bring Mu Ziyan back after he had already handed Mu Ziyan over to Da Siming.

Even, almost impossible.

The only variable is Ninth Senior Sister Chen Yuqiong.

Hua Yunfeng said: "Young Master, I will mobilize the armored artillery from the war department. No matter how strong the opponent is, is it possible that they can resist the attacks of tanks, aircraft and artillery?"

Xiao Beichen smiled bitterly: "Hua Lao, I know what you mean. But this obviously won't work. Not to mention that at the level of Da Siming, tanks and planes really can't hit it. And it still has my wife in its hand. How do you start?"

Hua Yunfeng was stunned and his face flushed.

Just now, I obviously lost my temper and lacked consideration.

Xiao Beichen said: "That's all, you can't interfere in this matter. Send me to the pier, get off the car and leave. Just have someone block the pier. Don't go in."

Hua Yunfeng gritted his teeth and looked ugly.

He wanted to do something to help, but the current situation...he knew very well that there was nothing he could do.

Finally it turned into a long sigh and had no choice but to agree.

An hour later, the car arrived at the Northwest Pier.

This is a civilian pier. The ships going out to sea nearby are mainly for tourism, and there are yachts, cruise ships, etc. parked everywhere.

At this moment, the entire terminal has been shut down.

Hardly anyone.

The surrounding area was blocked by soldiers from the war department.

After getting off the car, Xiao Beichen looked away and saw hundreds of yachts parked at the dock. There was not a single ship in the sea in front of him.

But the pier is very big, so finding a person is no different from finding a needle in a haystack.

"Mr. Hua, just wait here."

After saying that, Xiao Beichen entered the dock alone.

Looking at the countless warehouses, buildings, and various containers placed on the ground nearby... Xiao Beichen's heart was broken.

Mu Ziyan, Mu Ziyan, where are you?

I want to see you very much!

……

A remote corner of the northwest pier.

On a cruise ship docked on the shore.

Terrace location.

Two people sit.

Zhu Zitong, and another one is Mu Ziyan.

Mu Ziyan was awake at this moment, but her body was imprisoned by Zhu Zitong's power. Apart from freedom of movement, she was no longer able to use her power, and was no different from ordinary people.

Mu Ziyan's face was filled with anger and she glared at Zhu Zitong.

Zhu Zitong was sitting next to him drinking tea, with a very casual attitude: "Your Highness the Saint, you don't have to look at me like this. I'm just following orders. After a while, Da Siming will pick you up. When the time comes, your Everything has nothing to do with me.”

Mu Ziyan gritted her teeth and said fiercely: "Zhu Zitong, you separated me from my family and the person I love most. I hate you forever!! In the future, as long as I have one breath left, I will never let you go. "

Zhu Zitong took a sip of tea: "It doesn't matter. I only act according to orders. My backstage is Da Si Ming. And you are just a saint. If you don't die in the future and survive the factional struggle, you will become the Prime Minister." The existence of the entire Star-Moon Temple. My life and death are naturally decided by you. But if you die in the faction struggle, there is no hope."

Mu Ziyan: "You... are so cruel!"

Zhu Zitong said: "The people in the temple are very vicious to begin with. You are too naive."

Seeing that these words were useless, Mu Ziyan suppressed her anger and said after a while: "You just said that there is a factional struggle in Xingyue Temple today?"

Zhu Zitong said: "Of course, since the old hall master left, no one in the Xingyue Temple can control the temple alone. The power is divided into three, and the three hall masters are jointly in charge. But these three hall masters have no power. I always want to replace the old temple master and take charge of the temple alone. For many years, I have been fighting openly and secretly, and the internal strife has been severe."

Mu Ziyan thought deeply and asked, "Can you tell us more about the factional fighting?"

Zhu Zitong said: "I am just a three-star holy envoy who stays away from the temple headquarters all year round. I don't know much about the factions in it. But I know very well that you are the one who broke the balance of the three temple masters."

Mu Ziyan was puzzled: "Why me?"

Zhu Zitong said: "Because you are a saint. The old temple master has no children, so it stands to reason that the saint should inherit the position of the temple master. But you have not been at the temple headquarters all year round, and the old temple master has disappeared, leaving no clear legacy. The temple was naturally in chaos. In fact, if you had been in the temple when the old temple master disappeared, you would be the temple master now. There would be no three major temple masters now."

"It is a long-standing tradition of the Xingyue Temple that a saint succeeds as the master of the temple."

"Pity!"

Mu Ziyan was very worried after hearing this.

She didn't expect her background to be so big.

I never thought that if I was at the temple headquarters back then, I would be able to succeed as the temple master...

After a while, Mu Ziyan came to her senses and asked, "What do the three hall masters mean by attacking me now?"

Zhu Zitong glanced at Mu Ziyan and smiled: "My Holy Lady, are you stupid? The three major palace masters today are all deputy palace masters, understand? None of them dare to wear yellow robes and call themselves palace masters. Otherwise, countless people in the Star-Moon Temple will object. And you have this righteous title. It is just and legitimate for you to inherit the position of the temple master."

Mu Ziyan vaguely realized something: "Then what?"

Zhu Zitong said: "Do you know the story of Cao Cao and Emperor Xian of the Han Dynasty? If the three palace masters are the three Cao Cao, then you are the Emperor Xian of the Han Dynasty."

Mu Ziyan took a deep breath: "Hold the emperor to order the princes!"

Zhu Zitong said: "Yes. The three deputy palace masters, no matter who gets you, will help you inherit the position of palace master. And the person who supports you will become the Cao Cao who truly controls the temple."

pat!

Mu Ziyan lost all support and collapsed on the ground: "Emperor Xian of the Han Dynasty suffered a miserable life and suffered humiliation. Life is worse than death! I, Mu Ziyan, would rather die than be the second Emperor Xian of the Han Dynasty. No, I don't want to go. Temple! I don’t want to be a saint. I don’t want to inherit a palace master. I just want to be with Xiao Beichen!"

Then, a huge desire for survival burst out in Mu Ziyan's body. She stood up suddenly and grabbed Zhu Zitong's hand: "Zhu Zitong, you are also a woman. Please have mercy on me and let me go, okay?"

"I beg you!"

Thinking of what happened to Emperor Xian of the Han Dynasty, Mu Ziyan really panicked.

That kind of treatment is worse than a canary in a ball cage.

Zhu Zitong shook his head with an indifferent expression: "I'm sorry. I am the three-star envoy of the temple, and I have my mission."

Mu Ziyan collapsed on the ground again, with two lines of clear tears streaming down her face.

She knew that if she left this time. I will never see Xiao Beichen again in this life.

She doesn't want to!

Zhu Zitong said: "Your Highness the Saint, you should be glad that the person who comes to you this time is Da Siming. Da Siming is the third hall master. The third hall master is generous and has the style of a great Confucian. Falling into the third hall master The best destination for you is the hand. If someone comes from the main hall master or the second hall master, your end will not be so good."

"Follow the palace master, and you will at least be prosperous and wealthy for the rest of your life, with no worries about food and clothing. This is what many women dream of."

Mu Ziyan shook her head crazily: "No, I don't want it. I just want to be with Xiao Beichen! I don't want any glory or wealth."

Suddenly, a cold voice came from outside the terrace.

"This matter is not up to you."

Mu Ziyan looked up and saw a tall woman wearing a red suit and straight pants appearing on the water several hundred meters away.

This person was wearing high heels, but he was treading water.

One second he was hundreds of meters away, and the next moment he was on the terrace.

Only then did Mu Ziyan see this person's appearance clearly.

He was about forty years old, but because he took good care of himself, he looked like he was in his early thirties. The charm is still there, cool and unparalleled. Tall and graceful, she is a rare beauty.

It was this person's aura that seemed to be completely integrated with the surrounding world.

Every movement of his hands and feet drives the rhythm of everything around him.

I feel secretly and cannot express it.

This... is Da Siming?

The woman in red slightly cupped her hands and said, "The Chief Commander of the Temple, I have met Her Royal Highness the Saint."

Sure enough, it was Da Siming.

One look from her made Mu Ziyan feel extremely small.

It seemed that if she wanted to kill him, one look would be enough.

Since coming out of Zhonghai, Mu Ziyan has never seen such a powerful and terrifying person.

Mu Ziyan already knew that she had no choice but to leave.

Destiny, at this moment, seems to have been decided.

Da Siming said: "I got the news at the headquarters of the Star-Moon Temple, and I traveled on a starry night. Finally I arrived in Gusu and met Her Royal Highness the Saint. Please follow me northward and return to the Temple to take charge of the overall situation."

Deng Deng Deng!

Mu Ziyan kept backing up: "No, no. I don't want to go to the temple. I don't want to be the temple master. Please let me go. Okay?"

Eh!

Da Siming sighed slightly: "Holy girl, your fate has been doomed from the moment you were born. Why do you have to fight against fate now? It's all in vain. Since the old temple master disappeared, Xingyue Temple has Divided into three, now we need Her Majesty the Saint to go back and take charge of the overall situation. Let the Star-Moon Temple restore its former glory!"

Mu Ziyan smiled sadly: "Being a puppet, a walking corpse. This is also called sole control of the overall situation."

Da Siming did not comfort him, but said coldly: "This is your life."

Mu Ziyan slowly stood up.

The mentality after experiencing pleading and despair...is acceptance.

She was originally a very strong and strong woman.

After regaining consciousness, Mu Ziyan's expression returned to normal: "I just have one request. Before I leave, I want to meet Xiao Beichen. Is that okay?"

Da Siming sighed: "Your Highness the Saint, why are you doing this?"

Mu Ziyan said stubbornly: "This is my only request. If you agree, I can go with you."

Da Siming said: "Do you know that if you see Xiao Beichen, he will die."

Mu Ziyan was shocked: "Why?"

Da Siming said: "Because you are a saint of the temple, your marriage should be decided by the temple. How can a mortal be with you? What's more, you and Xiao Beichen have a relationship. On this point, Xiao Beichen He is desecrating the temple. He deserves to die. But I am merciful, and you didn’t know your identity before. The memory has been sealed again, and you don’t know the rules of the temple, so I can be lenient. I won’t blame you, but let Xiao Beichen go. A way out."

"If you insist on seeing him, I can unify. But he must die!"

Mu Ziyan was extremely sad and angry when she heard this: "Why?"

Da Siming said: "Because I am one of the Nine Saints of the Temple, because I am Da Siming. If I see Xiao Beichen, I must kill him. Because I cannot pretend that I don't know about it."

Mu Ziyan cried.

Very sad.

Tears streamed down.

This is forcing yourself to death!

She wants to die now.

He hit his head against the wall next to him.

Da Siming seemed to have noticed Mu Ziyan's thoughts, and immediately said: "Your Highness the Saint, you don't have to be like this. You can't die while I'm here. Moreover, you are the Saint of the temple. The Holy Spirit flows through my temple like never before. His noble bloodline. Xiao Beichen is just an ordinary person after all. You will soon understand that there is a world of difference between him and you. He is not worthy of you."

Mu Ziyan sneered sadly.

The difference between heaven and earth?

So what?

I only want Xiao Beichen!

I just want to be with him!

Da Siming said: "I am pressed for time when I go south this time. I don't have much time to chat with you. Will you come with me by yourself, or will I take you away after I knock you out?"

Mu Ziyan said nothing, huddled in the corner, holding her knees with her hands, looking towards the direction of Gusu City with her big, beautiful eyes.

Da Siming said: "Just accept your fate. Everyone needs to accept your fate. Zhu Zitong, sail the boat. Go north along the river."

"Yes!"

Zhu Zitong immediately ordered the ship to sail.

Boom boom boom!

Accompanied by a whistle.

Yacht, weigh anchor and set off.

Go north along the river and leave this sea area little by little.

Mu Ziyan curled up on the balcony, looking at the gradually blurring Gusu City, and the past and Xiao Beichen's memories kept popping up in her mind.

Tears, bursting the dam.

Tears broke.

She knew that leaving this time... was basically saying goodbye forever.

"Xiao Beichen...Xiao Beichen, my favorite man!"

"Xiao Beichen, the only man I love most in my life!"

"Xiao Beichen!!!"

"Beichen!!!"

She screamed hysterically.

But the sound was swallowed up by the whistle and buried by the surrounding waves.

No one can hear it.

After all, Hua Yunfeng's time to block the dock was a step too late.

The ship went to sea.

Gusu City disappeared at the end of the water, completely gone.

Above the vast sea, only the sad cry of the woman was left.

At dawn the next day.

Dawn.

The yacht is already two hundred miles away from Suzhou City.

Mu Ziyan's tears had dried up.

At this moment, she saw a person standing on the sea in front of her.

woman.

Dressed in white clothes and holding a long sword, he stood across the sea, blocking the front of the yacht.

Zhu Zitong also saw that person and said quickly: "Da Siming, someone is blocking the way. Master!"

Da Siming, who had closed his eyes to rest, opened his eyes and looked up. There was a sparkle in his calm eyes: "Oh? It's rare to meet such a master outside Gusu City."

At that moment, the woman on the sea said: "This road is blocked. Stop the boat!"

Zhu Zitong frowned: "Da Siming, do you want to stop the boat?"

Da Siming shook his head: "No need, just hit him."

The yacht ran at full speed and crashed away.

The woman in white held her sword in the air: "Dare you disobey me, Chen Yuqiong? Are you looking for death?!"

After saying that, she raised the sword in her hand and slashed in the air...