The heinous crime of time travel

Compared with Xiao Yao and Mu Yunshen who hit it off at first sight, Ruan Yu and her brother Mu are more like the dependence and trust that have been honed over time and gradually accumulated.

But at the same time, Ruan Yu also understood Mu Yunshen.

She used to linger in Mu Yunshen's schemes, and was almost broken in it time and time again. Although she was willing to be used, she still had lingering fears every time she mentioned it - at that time, Ruan Yu was only ten years old, and she looked like a pretty little girl. If she doesn't grow up, she can be regarded as a yellow-haired girl at most.

Even Mu Yunshen, a girl, can make the best use of everything. It is conceivable that what happened to Qiu Heng must be even more tragic.

Just at this time, something happened in the hall, and the man in black who had been silent all this time suddenly seemed to come to his senses, "My lord also said that if the palace lord still doesn't open the box after waiting for a cup of tea, I will do it for you. "

He had only said the first four words of this sentence, and he had already stretched out his hand, grabbing the top cover of the wooden box like a ghost. There was originally a thin porcelain tea bowl in front of Shen Yanzhi.

In the overlapping water curtains, the unique coldness of the whole winter was transpired into scorching summer. The man in black was unhurried, with the sleeves of his clothes in his palms, and suddenly left Shen Yanzhi's side, and retreated a full two feet.The tea splashed on his cuff, and in a blink of an eye it turned into thin ice, which rustled and fell like another small snowfall.

The next moment, the man in black approached the wooden box again like lightning, and the treachery just now was swept away. This hand was the fingering of Jiangnan Ding's family. Fingering and fingering are two sets of martial arts, among which fingering is famous for its dexterity and quickness, so it is named "Xiaolian".

A grown man, with the fine martial arts from embroidery, should have looked a little cramped, but the man in black had at least decades of hard work. "Xiaolian" was originally a fingering method used for acupoints, but he used it to cut gold and break jade, especially compared to the current head of the Ding family.

This small table for making tea may have been requisitioned by Xu Chongming from other places in a hurry. The workmanship is quite rough and has a sense of age. Some nails are exposed outside. Although it is not wobbly, it can carry heavy loads. Sometimes, it is still unavoidable to make some "creaking" sharp sounds.

During the fight just now, both of them gathered around this old tea table. The wooden box changed hands several times, but the other tea sets piled on the table were not affected in the slightest. The man in black seemed to have a bone in his wrist. Climbing up to Shen Yanzhi's arm like a snake, if Shen Yanzhi's body wasn't fast enough, the arm could be crushed instantly if it touches it.

The martial arts of the man in black made Shen Yanzhi suddenly think of a person—Ding Wanqing, the current head of the Ding family, once had an uncle with great talents. The Ding family has a saying that men do not practice literature but not martial arts. He was found to have stolen his teacher. After learning the art, his muscles and bones were broken and he disappeared since then.

But also because of the Ding family's family rules of "following literature and not martial arts", the Ding family gradually occupied a seat in the court, and there was no fuel-efficient lamp between Duan Fu's brothers.

"Ding Qing?" Shen Yanzhi backed away suddenly, letting the wooden box fall into the hands of the man in black again. Except for the top cover, even the side walls were opened flat, revealing the dirty and pale human head inside——

Qiu Heng's eyes were wide open, pierced by two steel needles, and the dried blood stains were not wiped off, which was quite frightening.

Shen Yanzhi just glanced at it lightly, and continued, "The members of the Ding family are really in the same boat as Duan Fu."

The man in black backed out of the door disapprovingly, and returned to the side of the chariot and horse. It seemed that Shen Yanzhi's deduction was just nonsense and did not pose any threat to him.

Shen Yanzhi saw the head, and the people in the side hall naturally saw it too.

"Sure enough..." Xiao Yao looked at the bloody head, "He is still dead."

When leaving Taigu City, Xiao Yao had a very bad feeling in his heart.It rained heavily that day, and it was difficult for cars and horses to travel. What was more disturbed was people's vision and hearing. After Qiu Heng became mute, his other five senses gradually surpassed others. On that day, Duan Fu did not let him pursue him.

what happened?Or maybe the root of the disaster has been planted since then, which led to today, in the Xiaoyao Demon Palace, seeing the death of an old friend again.

Qiu Heng's head seemed to have undergone some special treatment, it was horribly pale, and I don't know how long it had been cut off, and there was no trace of corruption. On the contrary, there was a cold fragrance - and the smell from the carriages and horses. Not the same, this fragrance is mixed with the taste of death, which is not very pleasing.

"Palace Master Shen, my lord wants an explanation."

Outside the door, a very clear sentence came, like a bell in the morning and a drum in the evening, vibrating and echoing on Mount Hujia.

Xiao Yao's expression changed, and he reflexively flashed in front of Mu Yunshen, and blocked his ears with his hands.For a moment, even though Ruan Yu's martial arts were not weak, it seemed that half a bowl of water had been forcibly poured into his head, and the "buzzing buzzing" sounded and swayed.

But Xiao Yao found that the zhenqi in his body suddenly changed again.

His original internal energy was exhausted in the wind and snow, and now the sea of ​​energy is full of gifts from Bai Jinnan, and a small part is transformed from Xu Chongming's palm... But at this time he has no extra hands to plug his ears, and Mu Yun Although Shen responded in a timely manner, he was a step too late after all because he didn't know martial arts, so the aftermath of the sound directly hit Xiao Yao's heart.

The infuriating energy that had not yet gathered was scattered, revealing what belonged to him underneath. Xiao Yao didn't know that his recovery ability was so strong, and it only took a few hours. There were signs of recovery of internal energy, although it was a clue , but at this rate, soon the two forces will compete for territory in his body.

Thinking about it is a sign of madness - with Bai Jinnan, the "Jade" in front, Xiao Yao doesn't guarantee that he won't recognize his son indiscriminately when he becomes crazy.

He glanced secretly at Mu Yunshen, weighing the possibility of asking the person in front of him to call him "Father".

"..." It doesn't matter if you raise your head, Xiao Yao suddenly realizes that the distance is too close, the two of them plug each other's ears, their eyes wide open and their eyes small, their breathing is within easy reach.

"Wow, how could there be such a blessed liar in the world?" Xiao Yao sighed inwardly, "No wonder everyone is willing to live and die for him."

But they don't know that most of the people here who are willing to die for Mu Yunshen have lofty goals, only Xiao Yao himself is fascinated by beauty.

"Does it look good?" The voice outside had stopped, Mu Yunshen put his hand down, only Xiao Yao was still in a daze, the hands covering his ears were stuck to his cheeks, as if he was holding Mu Yunshen's face, After being asked this question, Xiao Yao suddenly came back to his senses.

"It's a little..." Xiao Yao let go of his hand angrily, and murmured.

"..." Mu Yunshen was used to Xiao Yao's obtuseness and pretending to be confused, so he was disturbed by such a straightforward answer, and he was speechless. At this moment, Shen Yanzhi, who had an empty city plan in the hall, suddenly spoke.

He smiled lightly, as if he didn't care, he walked away from the well-ventilated hall of the magic palace, barely stopping before the heavy snow.

Shen Yanzhi tightened his clothes, rubbed his hands, and stretched out to catch the ice crystal the size of a goose feather - if it was snowing in the south of the Yangtze River at this time, it must be very poetic, but on Mount Hujia, this thing is almost synonymous with "disgusting people". It doesn't matter if you don't stop for a year, and you don't give a day's free time.

Once the "poetry and picturesqueness" is over the top, it is time to consider the people's livelihood and the people's livelihood. How pedantic and poor scholars have no time to care about "fishing alone in the cold river and snow" with others.

But at this moment, Xiao Yao saw something in Shen Yanzhi that fit the aesthetics of Xiaoyao Demon Palace.

This man was wearing a long gown and sable fur, and was covered in snow-white, blending in perfectly with the outside world. He raised his chin slightly, his eyes were covered by the vast snow scene, and he smiled, "Explain? Master Duan asked me to explain?"

What he said seemed to be very light, but it echoed on Mount Hujia, no less powerful than just now.

Evergreen trees do not know how to survive in this harsh environment. Years of wind and frost have already weighed down the branches. After two tossings, they can no longer bear it. It hit the ground and blended with others.

"My person died by Lord Duan's side. Even if there is any fault, it should be dealt with by Xiaoyao Demon Palace, lynching? Even those of us who are reckless in the world know that there are wrongdoers and debtors, and lynching will only lead to rebellion...Master Duan , you have killed all the way up, before the corpses are scattered all over the field, have you asked Xiaoyao Mogong?!"

Shen Yanzhi is a gentleman, he is polite even if he says harsh words, Xiao Yao is very unhappy to see it.

If it wasn't because of his status, he had to run out and teach Shen Yanzhi personally. If he couldn't show his gangster spirit, how could he call himself a devil!

"...Qiu Heng committed suicide." The person in the carriage threw out a sentence.

"..." Shen Yanzhi's face suddenly ached.

He seemed to be choked by the wind, covered his mouth and coughed twice, and continued in a calm voice, "Xiaoyao Demon Palace is not a place of disrespect, if Mr. Duan wants to come up, you are welcome to go through the main entrance at any time, but such a strong method, Who is the demonstration for again? There are not many masters in the magic palace, but with these few..."

Shen Yanzhi is really a good person who has read a lot of poetry and books. Xiao Yao followed his words, and he couldn't get around the word "miscellaneous", but he was described lightly as "...Senior, don't even think about making any noise!"

It simply ruined the fun of quarreling and choking.

"There are still [-] imperial troops stationed at the foot of the mountain." The people in the carriage were indifferent.

"..."

It is rare in a thousand years to see Palace Master Shen speechless over and over again.

"I came here this time, besides wanting an explanation from you, I also... heard that Xiao Yao has gone up the mountain?" The curtain on the carriage trembled, shaking off the fluffy snow that had clinged to it, and finally revealed a picture from inside. On the face—there seems to be warmth in the brows and eyes. Although he is old, he has a kind of gentleness like a jade in the rough. He is not very similar to Shen Yan, but this temperament is [-]% identical.

It really is Duan Fu.