Brilliant thorn

Xiao Jue jumped out of the window, and was meeting Jue Ying who fell from the roof.

He instinctively held down the soft sword at his waist, but Jueying turned a blind eye to him and went straight to a wing in the courtyard and closed the door.

This is really weird for master and servant.

Barely concentrating his inner strength, Xiao Jue jumped out of the other garden, quietly slipped out of Shenjiazhuang along the way he came, and returned to the inn where he was temporarily staying.

He sat cross-legged on the couch and practiced his kung fu, but there was still no improvement. He couldn't help being anxious. When he looked up, he saw the portrait hanging above the bed.

On the surface, this person looks like a chivalrous gentleman, but inside he is just a frivolous talker.

Xiao Jueyang wanted to smash the portrait into powder, but due to lack of internal energy, the portrait spun several times in the air, and finally hit the wall and fell to the ground.

He flicked out the candle, lay down on the couch, with his eyes closed, there was a picture of Fu Shaoyu wiping his lips with blood.

Unable to sleep, he got out of bed and walked to the corner, bent down to pick up the portrait.

There was only a soft sound, and the broken half of the painting scroll fell to his feet, and something powdery leaked from the fracture and sprinkled on his fingertips.

Xiao Jue lit the candle again, twirled a little powder, put it under his nose and sniffed it lightly, but there was no smell, then put it on the tip of his tongue and licked it, his complexion suddenly sank.

He took the whole painting under the candle and inspected it carefully, only to realize that not only the ends and inside of the scroll, but even the canvas had fine powder.

An extremely thin layer, under the candlelight, looks like impurities in ink, if you don't get very close, you won't notice it at all.

Although he is not good at poisoning, he is sure that the stagnation of his internal energy is caused by these powders.

Xiao Jue propped his hands on the table, looked down at the man on the picture scroll, recalled the set of medicine man's rhetoric he had put out in a serious manner, and laughed in a low voice, his right eye, which was as shallow as glass, was bent into a crescent moon.

Such a tongue that can lie and deceive people, I really want to cut it off.

He threw the scroll into the air, the shadow of the sword flashed coldly, and the portrait was instantly shattered into countless scraps of paper.

In the early morning of the next day, he raised his sword and went to wait outside Shenjiazhuang, waiting for an opportunity to strike again, this time he would definitely cut the man's throat without mercy.

It's just that Fu Shaoyu refused to show up for a long time, but Xiao Jue received three consecutive letters from Feige from Taxian Pavilion, calling him back to the pavilion urgently.

He ignored it, and only returned after taking off Fu Shaoyu's head.

When his internal strength recovered to [-]%, he wanted to take the initiative to attack. The ghost-like guard beside Fu Shaoyu suddenly appeared and sent him a message: "My son said that he knows that you appreciate his kindness in giving medicine, but there is no need to thank him in person. , please come back."

Xiao Jue sneered: "Since he refuses to accept my thanks, then you will replace him."

Jueying didn't entangle him too much, dodged a sword, and left with a light kung fu.

Xiao Jue followed closely behind and shot several "swish" arrows with his sleeves. Jueying dodged left and right but was still impaled in his left arm. Seeing a willow forest in front of him, it was a good opportunity to get rid of the pursuit.

He flicked through the forest and brushed the leaves like a ghost, and the wicker that had just sprouted its buds swayed into ten miles of blue waves, disturbing Xiao Jue's sight.

But in the blink of an eye, Jueying's whereabouts could no longer be found.

Xiao Jue raised his hand to slash, and the concussion of the sword energy broke a willow tree that was as thick as a bowl. He never missed a murder, but now he was played by Fu Shaoyu repeatedly, how can he not be angry or hate?

He did not return to Pingchuan Shenjiazhuang, Jueying's lightness kungfu was superb, but he deliberately showed weakness to lure him out of the city, and Fu Shaoyu must have taken the opportunity to leave.

On the way, he snatched a horse, and Xiao Jue rushed back to Buzhi Peak in the middle of the night. The Taxian Pavilion was built on the highest and most dangerous part of the peak.

It's a pity that this fairyland does not live in the nine-day banished immortals, but a group of ghost-faced Rakshasa who kill people without blinking an eye.

As long as you can afford enough chips and give enough moving reasons, stepping on the fairy pavilion can help you kill gods and Buddhas.

Xiao Jue missed this time and returned. He originally wanted to go to the punishment hall to receive his punishment, but before he reached the mountain gate of Your Excellency Taxian, he vaguely smelled the smell of blood in the air.

He went up the stairs, and it didn't take long before he saw a pile of headless corpses piled up on the side of the road.

Some corpses were still fresh, bleeding profusely, dyeing the rocky steps red.

When they walked into Taxian Pavilion, several people were carrying the corpses out, and the head was also missing.And under the yellow jujube tree where he usually practices swords, there is a pool of blood that has not yet dried up.

"Oh, ah," Tang Jun stood in a green shirt and waved at him from the window on the second floor of Jiange, "Why did you come back? You missed most of the excitement these days."

Xiao Jue seemed to pick up two green leaves at random, raised his eyes for a moment, and the flying leaves directly hit Tang Yun's face.

Tang Yun dodged to dodge, and when he looked back, Xiao Jue had jumped up to the second floor and approached him, the soft sword pierced his throat, Tang Yun hurriedly waved his fan to block it, but there was still a thin and long bloodstain on his neck.

He was frightened inwardly, if the sword was an inch deeper, he would definitely die.

"What are you doing?"

Tang Jun jumped out of the window, and the two fought against each other on the green tiles of the cornice. The sound of fighting attracted everyone to watch, but no one stopped them.

Xiao refused to explain, and wanted to take Tang Yun's life.

Tang Yun suffered a lot, no matter how sharp the fan bone spikes were, they couldn't last long under the Frost Soft Sword.

"Even if you don't care about the friendship of the same family, you should let me know it!"

The robe was cut by the soft sword, and the folding fan in Tang Yun's hand spun out quickly. When Xiao Jue leaned back to avoid it, the cloth strip of his left eye came loose, and the flying folding fan reflected a whirlpool in the blue eyes.

Xiao Jue supported the ground with his sword, and the soft sword made a curved arc. He twisted his body to stand on the cornice with his strength, and pointed the tip of the sword at Tang Yun.

"Portraits are poisonous."

"Poison? What kind of poison?" Tang Yun took back the folding fan, and described himself as embarrassed, with a puzzled expression on his face, "If I used poison for you, how could you live to this day?"

"Do you still want to make excuses?"

Xiao Jue held a sword flower in his hand casually, and the breeze swayed slightly, flying under the hair, his eyes were one light brown and the other dark blue, like a demon who was fascinated by the soul.

"Quietly dissipate my internal energy, and then send me to assassinate Fu Shaoyu. Tang sect master uses this trick to kill people with a knife skillfully."

Tang Yun was startled: "You have lost your internal energy too?"

With a twist of Xiao Jue's wrist, Frost made a clanging sound. Tang Yun quickly blocked the folding fan in front of her and said anxiously: "Can you see those headless corpses? They all had their heads cut off after the internal energy was exhausted. I also Same, it has not fully recovered yet, otherwise how could it be so embarrassing under your sword?"

Fearing that he would not believe it, Tang Yun pointed to everyone in the courtyard, waved and said, "Please explain to me quickly!"

"Yes! Sect Master Tang's words are true. A few days ago, a murderer sneaked into the pavilion to cut off the head of the Sect Master!"

"Master Tang is the last one, Xiao Jue, don't mess around."

"That's right, seeing us killing each other, the real culprit might be secretly delighted."

"Oh? Specially take people's heads? Then your head..." Xiao Jue narrowed his eyes and looked at Tang Yun, his pale face suddenly showed a bright color, "I will cut it off for that person."

"Why don't you believe it?!" Tang Yun quickly retreated and fled towards the Que Ling Terrace where the pavilion master was.

He secretly groaned, he should have just pointed out someone to take the job of delivering the portrait, so that he would not have to panic like a mad dog today.

Being targeted by Xiao Jue, even if he saves his life temporarily, he is afraid that life in Taxian Pavilion will not be easy in the future.

He wants to get out as soon as possible, anyway, he has stayed enough in this unshitty peak.

Que Ling Terrace is not far from the peak, the terrain is steep, and the repaired steps are steep and narrow, making it extremely difficult to walk. Tang Yun's most annoying thing is to come here to pay homage and discuss affairs, but today, he feels that this escape route is very kind, and even has a few I want to cry.

"I really didn't touch that painting the whole time! Xiao Jue, can you calm down?!"

Tang Yun yelled loudly and knocked down the hidden weapon flying behind him with a fan. Seeing the Que Ling Terrace in front of her, she hurriedly shouted "Pavilion Lord, help!" Absolutely.

"I'm really wronged! Do you really have no heart for how I've treated you all these years?!"

With Tang Yun's urgent cry, the Frost Sword froze for a moment before being knocked sideways by a stone.

Taking advantage of the situation, Tang Yun climbed up, leaped with all her strength, and hid behind the person who suddenly appeared: "Pavilion Lord, save me!"

The owner of the pavilion, Cui Yushu, is over sixty years old, with gray temples, and a thin body wrapped in a white robe with wide sleeves.

"Are you sure you're wrong?" He asked in a low voice.

Xiao Jue pursed his lips and remained silent, Cui Yushu pulled out Tang Yun who was hiding behind him, and pushed him in front of him: "You forgot what I taught you?"

"Don't dare to forget." Xiao Jue's eyes were empty and cold, "If you kill someone, you should punish yourself first, and if you punish yourself, you should gouge out your heart."

Seeing that the situation was not going well, Tang Jun preemptively attacked, scattered a large amount of dust from his sleeves, and took the opportunity to sneak into the lush forest by the roadside. A few black shadows flashed faintly in the forest, and there were rustling sounds.

Xiao Jue turned around to chase after him, but Cui Yushu stopped him: "Don't chase, follow me."

The hand holding the sword tightened for a moment.

He lowered his sword and followed Cui Yushu into the Que Ling Terrace.

"It's not peaceful in Taxian Pavilion recently. You have lost six gate masters and twenty shadow guards in a row in the past few days. If Tang Yun is also dead, then Taxian Pavilion will be in chaos. Why don't you let him live and detain him?" A hat can also be regarded as an explanation for the dead."

Cui Yushu walked forward with his hands behind his back, and after speaking, he glanced at Xiao Jue beside him, "What do you think?"

Xiao Jue tightened his fists, his nails were almost inserted into his palms, and said softly, "Very good."

"You don't ask me why I didn't investigate the real culprit?" Cui Yushu said.

"Father-in-law has his own considerations." Xiao Jue closed his eyes and stood outside the bedroom, refusing to move forward.

Cui Yushu stood inside the door and waved to him: "Because I killed those people."

Xiao Jue remained indifferent, the mountain wind rushed from behind, curling lightly like black black silk, his waist suddenly tightened, the soft sword was removed, a long white silk wrapped around his waist, and he was dragged into the bedroom.

"Old rules, Jueer has not forgotten, right?"

The white silk around his waist was withdrawn abruptly, Xiao Jue stared down at his toes, took off his clothes one by one expressionlessly, and then knelt down on the cold floor.

A scarred hand gripped his jaw and slowly lifted his head.

Xiao Jueyou raised his eyelids, his different-colored pupils reflected the old and distorted face of the man, and then, there was a "slap" sound of the whip, and a burning pain came from his chest.

Cui Yushu glanced at the old and new welts all over the young body, and asked, "Do you like Jueer?"

"I like it." Xiao Jue's face was as usual, his voice was tinged with the coolness of the mountain wind: "Please foster father to continue."