Duan Nuxia who has the throne [Comprehensive martial arts]

When Dugu Yihe and Huo Xiu arrived at Zhuguang Baoqi Pavilion, it happened to be morning, and the wind and snow were just beginning to clear.

The two came one after the other, and first paid homage to their former colleagues.

The main hall of Zhuguang Baoqi Pavilion has been changed into a mourning hall, and Yan Tieshan's coffin has been placed there.

Lu Xiaofeng and the others were not related to Yan Tieshan, and he himself had no children, and everything in the mourning hall was arranged by the coffin shop and the jewelers. .

It wasn't until Huo Xiu and Dugu Yihe arrived that there was some atmosphere.

Huo Xiu stared at the coffin and sighed, "Yan Liben is also dead."

He came a little later, but compared to Dugu Yihe, he seemed more emotional.

"Yes." Dugu Yihe replied coldly.

"It's been 50 years, and the little prince is old too." Huo Xiu sighed again, "There are only two old brothers left, you and me, it seems that there is no hope of restoring the country."

This time, Dugu Yihe didn't even reply, he walked towards Lu Xiaofeng, full of momentum, "What's going on?"

The tone is not polite at all.

"He still has his old temper." Huo Xiu said to Lu Xiaofeng behind him.

He kindly finds love for his old friend.

"Yes." Lu Xiaofeng smiled wryly, "I dare not have any opinions."

Dugu Yihe is the head of Emei sect, and the Emei sect is one of the most famous sects in the Jianghu. How can he have any opinions.

"Where are the people from Zhuguangbaoqi Pavilion?" Huo Xiu asked strangely, "Why isn't the manager Huo Tianqing here?"

"This...it's really a long story." Lu Xiaofeng sighed again.

Ximen Chuuxue stood by the window, staring at Dugu Yihe with blazing eyes.

Dugu Yihe felt something in his heart, and also looked towards him.His expression was slightly touched, "You are..."

The two looked at each other, aware of each other's mind, a kind of emotion flowed out from the eyes, and gradually stirred up.

"This is Ximen Chuuxue." Duan Yu swayed over, holding a scallion pancake in his hand, and swayed between the two, breaking their affectionate gaze, "Breakfast, do you two want to eat?"

Dugu Yihe frowned displeased at her, but seeing that she was a little girl, it was inconvenient to argue with her. His four apprentices quickly surrounded her, and Ma Xiuzhen reported Sun Xiuqing's death to him.

"What about you?" Duan Yu shook the cake in his hand.

"No." Ximen Chuuxue took a step back, keeping himself away from the temptation of the onion scent, and then tried to repel her with the coldest gaze.

"It's fine if you don't eat it," Duan Yu naturally took the cake back, took a bite by himself, and commented, "It's really delicious. By the way, the breakfast kitchen is ready, and the cooks in Zhuguang Baoqi Pavilion are good at cooking. It'll be cold—do you really want to eat hard-boiled eggs all the time?"

Ximen Chuuxue is used to getting up early to practice swordsmanship. According to the previous few days, he probably hasn't had breakfast yet.

What happened to the boiled eggs?

Hard boiled eggs were good.

When you are away from home, boiled eggs are the safest and most nutritious.

Ximen Chuuxue was very satisfied with his own taste.

He gave Duan Yu a cold look, not everyone has a thick skin and can be fine with a poisonous needle.

But he didn't say it.

He didn't bother to say it.

The door needs to bypass Duan Yu, so Ximen Chuuxue turned out the window directly, leaving gracefully and swiftly.

"He actually turned over the window?" Duan Yu asked Huaman the corridor in surprise.

Hua Manlou smiled lightly. He was holding the steamed bun Duan Yu gave him just now, but in Hua Manlou's hand, it didn't look like a steamed stuffed bun, but like a priceless gem, "Probably Ximen Village The Lord is too hungry."

However, it tastes like buns, of course, vegetarian.

The owner of Ximen Villa, who had never taken a step back in front of the enemy, actually retreated in front of Yu'er. No one would believe such a miracle when it comes to Jianghu.

They went there together to meet Huo Xiu and Dugu Yihe.

Only now did Dugu Yihe know that Duan Yu saved Sanxiu's life, although he doubted it in his heart, he still thanked him solemnly.

Then, everyone went to meet Shangguan Feiyan.

Probably after a night of deliberation, Shangguan Feiyan satisfactorily pushed everything to Huo Tianqing.

Anyway, the dead have no human rights.

The two senior ministers of King Jinpeng discussed and decided to take her to see the little prince first, and then talk about the next thing.

This is a matter of other countries, they discussed it, and everyone naturally has no opinion.

So, he held a funeral for Yan Tieshan that day, and set off on the road early tomorrow morning.

midnight.

In the dark cell, only a ray of starlight penetrated through the small transom at the top. Shangguan Feiyan was tied up and stayed in the corner, in a state of embarrassment and haggard appearance.

The man in black with a knife, thin and thin, quietly opened the door of the cell and sneaked in.

"You're here." She raised her beautiful eyes, blinked like a dream, and shed a stream of tears.

"Did you tell them?" The man in black's voice was so low that he couldn't tell who it was.

"No," Shangguan Feiyan shook her head repeatedly, "I didn't say anything."

The man in black looked at her silently, as if doubting the truth of her words.

"What I said is true," Shangguan Feiyan said quickly, "I really didn't tell them anything. I know that as long as I don't tell you, you will definitely save me, so I really didn't say a word " She was crying pear blossoms with rain, which was really pitiful, "You, don't you believe me?"

The man in black looked her up and down for a moment before saying, "I believe in you."

Shangguan Feiyan immediately showed joy, and twisted the ropes that tied her hands and feet, "Then, hurry up, let me out."

"Okay, I'll come right here and let you go." The man in black bent his eyes and walked up to Shangguan Feiyan, with the silver light of a dagger in his hand.

Shangguan Feiyan stretched his hand forward, his eyes narrowed, and the light of the saber slashed across, but the direction of the saber was not the rope, but the side of Shangguan Feiyan's neck.

The next moment, the short knife was tightly pinched by two fingers, those two fingers were like iron tongs, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't pull it out.

The man in black reacted immediately, dropped his knife and retreated quickly, his body retreated halfway and suddenly stopped.

He turned his head, and there were people standing behind him, one, two, three

Lu Xiaofeng sighed, "Unexpectedly, it's really you—Huo Xiu."

Dugu Yihe raised his sword and stepped forward.

He is a tall, thin, straight-backed old man, silently staring at his former colleagues, "Why?"

"Why?" Huo Xiu pulled off the mask, revealing a thin and wrinkled face, bowing his body like a wild beast ready to fight at any time, "Aside from money, what else can it be for?"

"You are old, so what is the use of so much money?" Lu Xiaofeng couldn't help asking.

"That's my money," Huo Xiu roared, "Mine, I earned it all, even if it goes to the grave, it's still my money!"

Huo Xiu is dead. When a person is obsessed with one thing, he will be worse in other aspects. Huo Xiu has been obsessed with making money all these years, so compared to Dugu Yihe who is obsessed with martial arts, his kung fu will be worse.

Dugu Yihe killed Huo Xiu, but he looked much older and more relaxed. He didn't care about the next thing at all, and only left Duan Yu and the others the location of the main building of Tsingyi Building, and soon He left with his disciples.

From now on, there will be no Dajinpeng Dynasty, and Dugu Yihe is just Dugu Yihe, the head of the Emei Sect.

Therefore, the old affairs of King Jinpeng and Tsing Yi Building have nothing to do with the head of Dugu Yihe.

"My sister—" After Dugu Yihe left, Shangguan Xueer asked hastily,

She is very smart, knowing that Shangguan Feiyan killed Shangguan Danfeng, it is best not to mention it in front of Dugu Yihe.

And since Dugu Yihe didn't say anything, it doesn't matter whether he really forgot or pretended to forget.

"I said," Duan Yu nodded, "If you say everything, you can save her life. As long as she takes Hua Gong Powder, she can live in Dali City. I will do what I say."

What Shangguan Feiyan confessed was not only about the Jinpeng Dynasty, but also about the red shoes.

She has already made up her mind that when she is sent to Dali, she will be asked to become a monk at Tianlong Temple, cut off three thousand threads of troubles, undergo labor reform, and use the rest of her life to shine.

If she thought that she could escape from Tianlong Temple, then she could try.

Shangguan Xue'er hadn't seen the complexity of adults before, so naturally she didn't expect so much.

She has heard her sister talk about the red shoes, and knows that she has offended many people in the Central Plains, and the red shoes were wanted by the six gates of the Song Dynasty. If she stays in the Song Dynasty, her sister will be in danger of her life sooner or later, so she can always leave one when she goes to Dali. life.

Hua Manlou also smiled lightly, if everything can stop here, it will be considered settled.

Then, things turned out differently than they imagined.

Shangguan Feiyan is still dead.

His throat was crushed by someone's palm.

After death, his face was covered with a painting.

"What is this?" Lu Xiaofeng pinched the painting left and right, unable to understand.

It was a strange picture, the painter was extremely exquisite and delicate, but the posture of the person in the painting was twisted and weird, and his face was extremely ugly.

"This is Yasha." Duan Yu patted Shangguan Xue'er on the head comfortingly.

"Yasha?" Hua Manlou frowned and said, "The Eight Dragons in the Buddhist scriptures, the good gods who protect the Dharma?"

"Exactly." Duan Yu said, "Maybe, someone regards himself as the embodiment of justice?"

"Wait for the picture of Yasha," Lu Xiaofeng exclaimed, "You said it was a picture of Yasha."

"Can you doubt my" taste?talent?Yan value?No, Duan Yu thought for a while, "No, everything about me is perfect, unquestionable." She nodded affirmatively again, "You just need to show this picture to anyone who has a little research on Mahayana Buddhism, and he I will tell you clearly that this is definitely Yasha, one of the eight parts of Tianlong, there is no mistake."

"Do you know," Lu Xiaofeng said, "The picture of Yasha once caused huge waves in the rivers and lakes. No one knows whether Yasha is a person or a ghost, a person or an organization. Everyone who has seen it has become a dead person. Now, if the news of the reality of this picture spreads, I am afraid that there will be panic in the Jianghu, and everyone will be in danger."

"Since the name is Yasha, then the ones killed by the other party are all evildoers?" Hua Manlou asked.

"Indeed," Lu Xiaofeng said, "Although many of the people killed were long-established or quite famous people, in the end, all of these people proved that they did commit serious crimes. Among them, the most famous One, it was Xian Yutong who was the head of Huashan back then, and later everyone found out that Xian Yutong had abandoned his wife and son, avenged his kindness, returned him with a poisonous gu, and stabbed people in the back, but at that time, it caused a great uproar."

"Since that's the case, don't do anything wrong, and don't be afraid of ghosts knocking on the door." Duan Yu looked at him inexplicably, "There's nothing to be afraid of."

Lu Xiaofeng smiled wryly, "It would be great if everyone could have a clear conscience, but how many people can do that?"

Lu Xiaofeng left quickly, it seemed that he was going to find his other friends and tell him about it.

Ximen Chuuxue also left, and he obviously didn't have any objections to this senior who acted similarly to him. In Jianghu, if there is still one person who dares to claim to have a clear conscience, Ximen Chuuxue will do his part.

Hua ManLou stays with Duan Yu and other people from Dali.

Dealing with Tsing Yi Building and Zhuguang Baoqi Pavilion still requires professionals. On the first day, Duan Yu glanced at the pile of ledgers and left the room without batting an eye.

Naturally, Shangguan Xueer also stayed, she is now an orphan, Duan Yu is very optimistic about her future development, decided to count her as a reserve talent, and hand it over to the people who came back to Dali.

In the evening, it started snowing again.

Duan Yu sat on the railing of the Water Pavilion in the Zhuguangbaoqi Pavilion, with his feet dangling outside.

The surface of the lake is covered with thin ice, and the green leaves and red flowers are covered with snow, swaying in the wind, which is very elegant and interesting.

Based on the three acres of lotus pond alone, it is enough to imagine how amazing the wealth of Zhuguang Baoqi Pavilion is.

A figure slowly approached her.

Duan Yu didn't look back, as if he didn't notice it at all.

"Do you think my sister is a bad person?" Shangguan Xueer finally asked softly.