Huafa Luoyang

Zhuang Jiuyao and Xiao Yuan stood together on the tower of Suzaku Gate, outside was a quiet open space.

Ambushes have been set up all around, but the father and son are well aware that the ambush is not very effective when facing the people from Tianmen.

Tianmen specializes in raising all kinds of assassins, and they do all kinds of shady things. Everyone is used to fighting alone. Even on the battlefield, they are the most difficult type. It is impossible to judge by the number of troops.

On Zhuang Jiuyao's side, several able-bodied generals have led their troops and are fighting at the gates of the other three cities.

He is standing in front of Xiao Yuan now, alone, and he only thinks that he can delay Shang Meiji for a while, if he can reach the other three places and retreat the enemy army, and everyone gathers here, Daming Palace will not be lost.

According to what Jiang Tong said earlier, he should arrive in Beijing shortly after dawn. He has been marching secretly for a long time, and what he has been waiting for is nothing more than this surprise.

The success of the king and the defeat of the bandits are only in one night.

The two stood on the tower for a long time, Zhuang Jiuyao suddenly asked: "Father, is that imperial edict that Ah Yue took away your original intention?"

Xiao Yuan didn't speak, Zhuang Jiuyao looked at him for a while, smiled, and said softly: "But it doesn't matter. Before I die, I hope Father will not go down this tower."

As soon as the words fell, he flew straight down, settled in the middle of the open space, and said loudly: "Junior brother, show up when you come."

After a chuckle, Mei Ji came out from the dark and stopped ten steps away.

"Brother." He called out.

Zhuang Jiuyao also raised the corners of his mouth, nodded in response, and asked, "Are you alone?"

"Of course not." Mei Ji smiled, looked up at Xiao Yuan on the tower, and raised her voice, "Mei Ji, the third generation master of Tianmen, see the Holy One."

Having said that, he did not salute.

Xiao Yuan's expression on the tower was unclear, but unfortunately no one cared.

Zhuang Jiuyao didn't even turn his head, he pulled out something from his sleeve, grabbed the bottom end, lightly shook his hand, and there was a light rubbing sound, a soft sword appeared, the blade was white and shiny.

Mei Ji took two steps back, looked at the sword, and said, "Zhuang Xiang's long sword is practiced in vain. I am lucky to see it today. It really deserves its reputation."

"Show your weapons." Zhuang Jiuyao raised his chin.

Mei Ji nodded, pulled out a scimitar, and said with a smile: "Brother, if I win today, I will step on your corpse and occupy your palace. If I lose, my subordinates will also step on your body." You can trample down your Chang'an with my dead body. This battle is not worth it."

"You are too confident." Zhuang Jiuyao bent his eyes and looked at the weapon in his hand, "Master's scimitar, is it in your hand?"

"It's a pity, it's not his." Mei Ji shook his head, "I have never found his scimitar. I made this one out of black iron."

He took two steps forward, with the scimitar hanging by his side: "Brother, let me ask you, when I killed Qi He earlier, I clearly felt that you were dead, and the Gu King was used by me alone. Why is it now?"

Zhuang Jiuyao looked at him and said word by word: "Because an old man surnamed Liu gave Ah Xun a booklet. When I was free to look through it, I accidentally found Ling Gu worm in it. A way to sleep."

Mei Ji stared at him for a long time upon hearing this, and was a little dazed, before chuckling slightly: "Is he alright?"

"Very good." Zhuang Jiuyao replied.

Mei Ji let out a "huh" without pausing, the scimitar didn't even have any momentum, and attacked straight up.

The two have very similar ways, and even their internal strength is similar. It seems that it is a doomed battle that will hurt both sides. It is just waiting to see whose mind will be unstable first.

The soft sword withdrew its momentum and wrapped itself around the scimitar. The moment the blade was wrapped, it spun rapidly and broke free from the lingering posture.

Mei Ji opened her hands wide, let go of the scimitar, and pulled out the flute from her waist. Using the flute as a sword, she made three moves, and the scimitar just retracted and swept across Zhuang Jiuyao's back.

Zhuang Jiuyao stepped aside, never thought that at this moment, another scimitar was thrust into the field.

He hasn't seen who the person is yet, and he only cares about dealing with two swords and one flute, but his heart is already tightened.

The scimitar that suddenly came in is exactly the same as Mei Ji's sword technique, only more sophisticated, it seems that Mei Ji learned from him.

He couldn't get out of the battle, so he had to try his best to look at the man's face. The more he looked, the more frightened he became, and his subordinates suddenly relaxed for a moment.

Seeing that Mei Ji's scimitar was about to scratch his neck, another short scimitar flew over, swayed in front of Mei Ji, and then spun back into the master's hand.

Zhuang Jiuyao took the opportunity to retreat, but because of the fourth person's joining, the situation suddenly stagnated.

Qi Yun saw that Zhuang Jiuyao's state seemed to be out of order, so he took a few steps forward and stood between him and Mei Ji.

"Yun'er."

"Master."

The voices of the two brothers and sisters sounded at the same time, and they both trembled imperceptibly.

Hearing Mei Ji calling him, Qi Yun felt cold at first, but when Zhuang Jiuyao called "Master" again, he opened his eyes wide and looked at the person beside Mei Ji.

A face that could be called kind.

Brother Zhuang's master, but hasn't Dr. Liu Xian gone for many years?

Zhuang Jiuyao's voice was a little trembling, and he spoke again this time with surprise: "Master?"

The man looked up at Xiao Yuan on the city tower, the fires burning on both sides were not bright enough to illuminate his face clearly, but Zhuang Jiuyao confirmed that he had guessed correctly through the upright body.

"Mei Ji?" He opened his mouth, feeling slightly at a loss.

Mei Ji kept her gaze on Qi Yun, until now, before turning to the people beside her, and then to Zhuang Jiuyao: "Senior brother, you read that right."

The man was smiling, and looked at Zhuang Jiuyao, as if in response to Meiji's answer, he called softly, "Ayao."

Zhuang Jiuyao shook his head, took a few steps back, and said, "My master has already passed away, who are you? How dare you pretend to be his name to rebel?"

Doctor Liu Xian smiled kindly, and asked, "You are still alive as a teacher, aren't you happy?"

Without waiting for Zhuang Jiuyao to reply, he raised his head to look at the top of the city tower, and said leisurely, "Brother Xiao, Your Majesty? I haven't seen you for many years, are you okay?"

Zhuang Jiuyao turned his head abruptly, squinted his eyes, waited for a while, and was relieved to see that Xiao Yuan had no intention of coming downstairs.

At the same time, my heart felt cold.

He turned his head, looked at the ground, raised his head again, and returned to normal.

Raising the long sword in his hand, he threw it to the ground and said loudly: "In the name of Tianying Dazhou, I am here today to punish the rebellious officials and thieves. There is life and death, and death and life."

"It's good that there is death but no life," Liu Xianyi smiled, "Speaking of rebellious officials and thieves, who can compare with today's sage? If I am not still alive, most of the world will only know that he is an unborn sage monarch."

As soon as the words fell, Zhuang Jiuyao and Mei Ji, both of them struck out with sword and knife at the same time, and at the moment they collided, they turned to attack the person next to them.

One day as a teacher and as a father for life, but now they have to face each other with swords.

And that young man who has just grown up is finally going to kill the people who depend on each other for the sake of the world.

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Fingers gripped the stone wall desperately, almost embedded in it, Xun Luo allowed himself to vomit to death, his mind was dizzy for a while, as if his soul would fall from his mouth in the next moment.

When there is nothing to vomit, the throat is gradually stained with a fishy and salty taste.

His eyes were blurred, he braced himself to prevent himself from sliding down.

"Son." The person behind him, no, that thing, called softly.

Xun Luo waited until the churning in his chest subsided, then reached out and wiped his face.

His vision gradually became clear, and he stared blankly at his own shadow under his feet, but his wrist was suddenly entangled by a vine, followed by his feet, his back, and the hand holding the sword.

In the blink of an eye, he was restrained, and the powerful branch was like a human hand, dragging him over to Tianluo.

Another burst of dizziness.

It was Tianluo in front of her, yes, it was Tianluo, but she was already a monster.

Her whole body was entwined with vines from the waist down. Looking closely, it seemed that she had grown into one body with the vines, and her legs were wrapped in the terrifying dark green vines without a trace.

The waist was also covered with vines, but the soft branches did not extend from other places, but grew from her body.

One after another, thicker and thinner, all broke through the flesh and swaggered in the air.

That face was facing him, above the eyebrows, vines spit out slightly, and a purple flower bloomed.

The person in front of him was obviously eaten by the vine, and the face that was as beautiful as ever, as if it hadn't experienced years, could still smile.

"Is mother disgusting now?" She asked, and touched his cheek with the hand wrapped in vines, the touch was greasy, but the movement was extremely gentle.

Xun Luo's face was pale, and he pursed his lips tightly. His face looked calm, but his whole body was trembling uncontrollably.

Tianluo's hand touched the corner of his lips, wiped off the blood he just spat out, and said with a smile: "My good boy, why did you come so late? If you don't come, mother will die here."

After being stunned for a long time, Xun Luo finally spoke, his voice was so soft that it was almost inaudible: "Who locked you here?"

Hearing this, Tianluo tightened her hands, and Xunluo's jaw suddenly clicked.

He never frowned, but followed her strength, raised his chin slightly, looked down at her, and asked unwillingly, "Who?"

"Do you want to avenge your mother?" Tianluo asked, her hand relaxed, and slowly stroked his chin, "Did mother hurt you?"

Xun Luo shook his head indiscriminately, causing a heart-piercing pain when he moved.Now all his limbs are restrained, and his whole body cannot resist.

Seeing his reaction, Tianluo smiled lightly, and her voice took on a bit of sadness in an instant: "That's how you are. Ever since I was a child, you have shook your head whenever I asked you. Are you so afraid of me?"

Tears welled up in her eyes suddenly, Xun Luo was startled, and froze in place.

After a while, he realized that the vines wrapped around him were getting tighter and tighter, and his chest was already aching.Lowering his eyes with difficulty, he saw that his lower body was gradually wrapped by vines like Tianluo.

Cold sweat broke out all over his body immediately.

"Mother." He yelled, feeling the entanglement around his body loosen for a moment, then tightened again, so he raised his voice and shouted hoarsely, "Mother, have you seen Mei Ji?"

Tianluo was startled, Xun Luo said again: "Mei Ji, your other son, my younger brother."

There was a warm touch on the back of the hand, and Xun Luo was surprised to find that it was Tian Luo who was crying.The expression on her face couldn't tell whether she was crying or laughing, and said, "I've seen it, how could I not have seen it."

This reaction made Xun Luo feel tight again, could it be that Mei Ji locked her here?

"Is it him?" He asked softly, "He locked you here?"

Tianluo shook her head: "Of course not, but he really wanted to kill me at that time, you know son, he wanted to kill me! He wanted to kill his biological mother!"

Xun Luo looked at her for a while, then suddenly trembled violently again, and whispered: "It's not that he wants to kill you, but you want to kill him. Just like this moment, you want to kill me."

Tianluo looked up to the sky and laughed for a long time before praising: "You are really smart, as expected of my son. I was bitten by Gu insects, I am afraid that I will stay here all my life and turn into a bunch of branches, and I have to have my dear ones Only blood can be saved. Your good brother, you gave me medicine to make Gu worms sleep, otherwise I would have found you."

"Son." She suddenly suppressed her smile, pinched Xun Luo's chin again, raised her head but seemed to be looking down, looked at him expressionlessly, and said, "You can replace me, mother wants to go for a walk."

Xun Luo only felt a chill in his heart, and slammed his head forward, hitting Tianluo's forehead.

This came down with extreme hate, the vine was already one with Tianluo, the flower on her forehead seemed to be in pain, it was pulled back suddenly, and the vine wrapped around his chest was also loosened.

Taking the opportunity, he took out the willow-leaf dagger from his arms, cut towards the vine wrapped around his wrist with his backhand, and then pulled it back desperately, half of his body was free for a moment.

Taking this opportunity, he kicked up a stone on the ground and flew in the direction of Gaozhu.

Tianluo sneered, the vines had wrapped around Xun Luo again, the dagger was caught by the vines, Xun Luo couldn't hold back, and had already dropped his hand.

The candlestick was so heavy that it was impossible for a stone to shake it. She couldn't breathe from laughing, as if she was laughing at how stupid her son was.

Xun Luo frowned and stared at her.Tianluo then restrained her expression, and the mother and son looked at each other with chilling indifference, exactly the same.

After a while, there was a bang behind Xun Luo, and the end of the candlestick ignited.

That pebble was not a small pebble at all, it was the yang stone that he had brought with him under Zhuang Jiuyao's reminder before, just in case, just fell during the struggle.

The sun stone has been processed and is flammable. It is covered with a layer of fine sand, which covers the original taste, and looks just like ordinary stones.

Just now, he didn't aim at the candlestick, but at the wick.

Just a moment is enough to burn off the fine sand outside.

The sun stone ignites at a single touch, rolls out and falls to the ground, after a moment of silence, it is out of control, and it has set fire to everything that is dry in an instant.

The surrounding vines began to rush to Tianluo's side.

I don't know if it's because he was lucky or just really unlucky, but the stone wall of this cave is also full of Yang stones.

Tianluo looked at the bright fire in front of her, and looked at him in disbelief: "You want to die with me?"