In the Buddhist hall, only the painful groans of Marquis Dingyang and the screams of women were left. The sound of fighting outside was getting closer and closer. Luo Junyao saw a young man in purple rushing in first. It was Shang, the eldest son of Marquis Dingyang.
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Shang Yue was holding a sword in his hand, and there were still blood stains on the sword that had not yet dried up. His appearance at this time was completely different from the well-dressed one in the past. The clothes on his body were torn by unknown weapons, and there were several holes in them.
There was blood oozing out. Even the handsome face that was ranked among the top three in Shangyong had a trace of blood.
Following Shang Yue were several people from the martial arts world. They were masters of Wenjian Pavilion that Luo Junyao had met at the merchant before. They were Shang Yue's brothers and sisters.
The people fighting with them were naturally not people from Prince Mu's palace, but some people from the world who were all dressed up in different ways. Just by looking at their appearance, you could tell that these people were probably not good people.
Shang Yue was stunned for a moment when he saw everyone in Prince Mu's mansion kneeling on the ground, and then he saw Luo Junyao standing under the eaves.
He waved away the person blocking him with a sword, and quickly rushed to Luo Junyao, "Princess, may I ask my father..."
Shang Yue stopped talking before he finished speaking, because he had already seen the people in the Buddhist hall.
"Father?!" Shang Yue flashed, passed Luo Junyao and rushed towards the Buddhist hall.
"Whoosh!" Several arrows shot out from the gate, approaching Shang Yue's face.
Shang Yue leaned back, and the arrow shot out almost close to his face. The next moment, he heard a sneer, and a strange thick smoke suddenly rose in front of Shang Yue. Shang Yue thought something bad in his heart.
, and quickly turned sideways to retreat, but felt a cold wind blowing behind him.
The long sword in his hand flashed, and the sword's edge burst out with a bright sword light in the thick smoke.
At the moment of hand-to-hand combat, Shang Yue felt a dull pain in his forehead, and his eyes were almost unable to open due to the thick smoke.
He could only rely on his feelings to kill the person in front of him, and then quickly turned around to face the person attacking from the other side.
"Ayue..."
When the smoke cleared, Shang Yue reluctantly opened his eyes.
Three corpses were lying on the ground at his feet, and two seriously injured people a few steps away were staring at him fiercely.
Shang Yue is considered a member of the martial arts world. He knows all of these people. They are all well-known underworld masters in the martial arts world. If he usually defeats these masters in one blow, it will definitely be enough to make the reputation of the disciples of Master Wenjian Pavilion even higher.
Shang Yue himself would feel somewhat satisfied with the floor, but now he has no time to think about it.
That smoke is poisonous...
"Father!" Shang Yue held the sword in one hand and held the door frame of the Buddhist hall with the other, looking at his father who was kneeling on the ground with blood dripping on the ground in front of him, his eyes splitting.
"The Prince of Dingyang Hou is indeed worthy of his reputation." In the Buddhist hall, Yao Zhong gave a high-five and praised, but his eyes were cold and heartless.
Shang Yue pointed his sword at Yao Chong, "Yao Chong."
Yao Chong smiled and said: "Prince Shang, I have admired your name for a long time." Then his eyes fell on Marquis Dingyang and said: "Marquis Dingyang, there are eleven more swords."
Shang Yue's eyes narrowed and he looked at his father in disbelief.
Regardless of his serious injuries and poisoning, he stepped into the Buddhist hall and said, "Father! No!"
He knelt down on one knee in front of Marquis Dingyang and grabbed his father's blood-stained hand.
He knew after just one look that even the gods could not save such an injury. His father was still alive, but he wouldn't last long.
"Yao Zhong, you can kill with just a nod of the head!" Shang Yue said sternly. If he hadn't been poisoned at this moment, he might have been unable to help but cut it with his sword.
Yao Zhong was amused by his anger, so he actually laughed, "Well said, but Prince Shang...this is what your father begged me for. You merchants want money, titles, achievements, and a name in history.
You still ask for a good death. How can anything in this world be so cheap?"
Shang Yue remained silent, holding tightly on Marquis Dingyang's hand with one hand.
Yao Zhong said: "Young Master Shang hates me for hurting your father, so he can come to me to seek revenge. But now it seems that I can destroy the whole family of merchants first. Prince, do you think so?"
Shang Yue was about to speak, but Marquis Dingyang grabbed his wrist with his other hand.
"Ah, Ah Yue...step back."
"Father?!" Shang Yue said in shock.
The excessive blood loss made Marquis Dingyang's face pale. He raised his head and looked at Yao Zhong, "Master Yao, do you mean what you said?"
Yao Zhong looked at him with interest and said, "Naturally."
"good!"
"Father, no!" Shang Yue shouted. He turned to look at Yao Zhong and said, "No matter how you want to take revenge, I will do it for your father! It is only natural that the debts of the father and the son should be paid, isn't it?"
Yao Zhong raised his eyebrows and smiled, and agreed readily: "Okay."
"Shut up!" Marquis Dingyang grabbed Shang Yue's hand harder and harder. He endured the severe pain, stared at his son and said, "If you are my son, get out and stop interfering in this matter."
"No!"
"The mistake made by a single thought back then was irreversible." Marquis Dingyang said: "If this matter can be settled with me, it would be the best outcome. Ayue... your grandfather followed me back then.
He said that if we have done something that is not allowed by nature, there will be retribution in the end. If it is not retribution to us, it will be retribution to the next generation."
"Princess." Dingyang Hou turned to look at Luo Junyao who had already arrived at the door.
Luo Junyao said softly: "If you have anything to say, Lord Marquis, just say it."
Marquis Dingyang said: "I beg the prince and the princess to take care of the dogs and the merchants."
Luo Junyao felt a little nervous in her throat. After a moment of silence, she nodded and said, "Okay."
Yao Zhong glanced at her with a smile but said nothing.
Marquis Dingyang used all his strength to push his son away, took a deep look at the Buddha statue with blood and tears in its eyes above the niche, and raised the knife again.
This time his speed was very fast, "Nine, ten..."
"eleven……"
"Father!" Shang Yue shouted sharply.
"If you don't want me to die in peace, then don't move..." Dingyang Hou said with a trembling voice.
The experts from Wenjian Pavilion outside finally rushed over, but were so frightened by this tragic scene that they stood at the door unable to move.
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A woman finally came to her senses, raised her sword and was about to rush in, but was stopped by someone.
The woman glared at Luo Junyao who stopped her. Luo Jun shook his head and said, "This is Marquis Dingyang's own choice. Don't let his hard work go to waste."
Princess Mu, who was kneeling next to Marquis Dingyang, was already so frightened that she couldn't even scream.
She didn't even have the courage to cut her own finger, let alone stab herself.
Looking at Yao Zhong who was still sitting leisurely in front of him and the bloody heads behind him, he lowered his head and saw that Dingyang Hou's blood had flowed to the nail board under her knees.
Princess Mu opened her mouth, and finally passed out silently in the extreme fear and excitement.
At this time, no one paid attention to her, everyone was staring at Dingyang Hou.
Even if an ordinary person was not dead, he would have fainted long ago at this level.
Even though Marquis Dingyang looked like he would die in the next second, he still managed to hold on for a breath and stabbed the dagger into his abdomen with trembling hands.
"nineteen!"
Marquis Dingyang stopped talking, just raised his eyes and looked at Yao Chong steadily.
Yao Zhong chuckled lightly and said: "Okay, the feud between the Yao family and the merchant has been settled. Of course..." Yao Zhong's eyes fell on Shang Yue who was kneeling aside, "If Prince Shang wants revenge, I will
We are always waiting for you.”
Marquis Dingyang twitched the corners of his lips, but in the end he couldn't bring out a smile.
He turned to look at Shang Yue. Shang Yue knelt down and kowtowed heavily to Marquis Dingyang. "Haier knows that the hatred between Shang and the Yao family has been settled, and they will never entangle again."
Yao Zhong glanced at his son with approval, slowly lowered his eyes and remained motionless.
"Father……"
"Father!"
Marquis Dingyang knelt there motionless, still holding the knife inserted in his abdomen, but his expression was calm and calm.
Marquis Dingyang died, and the hatred that lasted for more than twenty years finally came to an end with the almost cruel suicide of the last person involved in the matter.
Shang Yue rushed to Dingyang Hou, holding his father's still warm body, and finally couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.
"Junior brother!"
"Brother!"
Everyone in Wenjian Pavilion outside the door exclaimed in unison, and the man and woman who had the best relationship with Shang Yue rushed in regardless.
The woman among them couldn't help but point her sword at Yao Zhong. In their opinion, this middle-aged man who looked elegant and elegant was simply a heartless lunatic.
"Stop." Shang Yue coughed a few times, raised his hand to wipe the blood on the corners of his lips, raised his head and asked, "Mr. Yao, can I take my father away?"
Yao Zhong raised his eyebrows and said, "Please do."
Shang Yue stopped talking. He stood up, picked up the body of Marquis Dingyang, and walked out with some staggering steps.
There was a deathly silence in the Buddhist hall. Princess Mu had already fainted, and the other three female family members also fell limp and trembling on the ground.
King Mu and Xie Heng and Xie Jin were not much better, looking at Yao Zhong with fear in their eyes.
"Do you feel happy like this?" Luo Junyao was silent for a moment and then asked.
Yao Chong smiled and said: "Girl, revenge is the duty of the Son of Man, what does it have to do with being unhappy? Of course, I am still very happy. In fact, I don't want the death of Shang that much, but it's a pity... Shang's people
It’s really too stubborn.”
Luo Junyao looked up at him, and Yao Zhong said: "I'm serious. As long as he admits that the businessman and his son were involved in the Yao family's murder case and tells the world, I don't have to kill him. Unfortunately, he values the reputation of the dead too much.
What can I do to seek death?"
Luo Junyao said: "Those who love fame will lose their reputation; those who love money will lose their entire family; those who cherish life will die without a complete body; those who are in the world of rivers and lakes will die in the world of rivers and lakes; those in aristocratic families, brothers will fight against each other and will have no descendants. Who are these people? How did they die?"
"I didn't expect you to be my confidant even at such a young age." Yao Zhong applauded and said, "These... were the stewards of the Yao family back then. How do you guess they died?"
Luo Junyao said: "He was killed by the person he trusted most."
Yao Zhong clapped his hands and laughed.
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These two chapters are so depressing~I feel so tired~~
After finishing this plot, feel relaxed and happy~~
