The appearance of Mrs. Chen reminded Nangong Qiuming in the palace that she had asked her to come over today a few days ago to take a look at the funerary objects that had just been excavated from the ancient tomb.
Nangong Qiuming stood up from his position and said: "Let's go, you come with me, I will tell you slowly."
Mrs. Chen nodded and saluted the other men in the hall. Mrs. Chen followed Nangong Qiuming.
When Nangong Qiuming stepped out of the hall, the woman standing at the door finally moved and turned to follow him.
Mrs. Chen came out of the hall not long after entering, causing a pair of black eyes that were staring at her from afar to narrow slightly.
Shen Lie met her when she was in Ruan's family in Nanshan. At that time, the relationship between this group of people was not as united as their ancestors in the murals.
Mrs. Chen followed Nangong Qiuming and went from the wooden stairs next to the main hall to the second floor, the third floor, and finally to the fourth floor.
After entering the house, Nangong Qiuming turned around and said to Guo Guan outside the door: "Mr. Guo, please come in too."
The door was closed, leaving only the half-white-haired woman and Chen Lei standing outside.
As they closed the door, there was movement from the southwest. Shen Lie looked back and saw two large fishing boats stopped on the shore. The children of the Fang family, headed by Fang Zhenyuan, got off the boat one after another, and came forward and backward. Twenty-six people in total.
A guard saw them from a distance, turned around and ran towards the main hall.
In addition to Fang Ji, there were other Fang family members who died in vain during this period, so the Fang family members all dressed in white and continued to mourn for a hundred days.
There are mountains on both sides of the river, and they came up from an extremely hidden path that was difficult to detect.
After passing through lush green trees and criss-crossing mud roads, the road became flat. Fang Zhenwan suddenly stopped in her footsteps, looking at the large flat land in the distance, her eyes widening.
The people beside and behind her also saw it.
There were corpses arranged neatly on the ground, none of them were clean, and the tools looked like they had been fished out of a pool of blood.
A large thatched roof was built above to prevent the body from being exposed to the sun.
"Auntie!" Several Fang family swordsmen came running towards her.
Fang Zhenwan's fingers were trembling and she was speechless. She stared blankly at the corpses on the ground, tears falling from her eyes.
Fang Zhenwan's youngest nephew Fang Hui stepped forward and said in a trembling voice to the oncoming swordsman: "We received a flying letter saying that something happened to Fang Mao and the others, but the letter did not say..."
His eyes looked towards the corpses.
The Fang Mao he said died with his eyes wide open, the fatal wound was on his neck, and his death was tragic.
The wound didn't look like it was caused by a knife, nor did it look like a sword. The wound looked broken as if it had been bitten by a wild beast.
But no beast has such dense, messy, and ferocious teeth.
"It's Ah Li, that little bitch from the Qiao family!" A swordsman came closer and knelt down with a plop in front of Fang Zhenwan, "Auntie, she is so skilled that all of us are no match for her!"
"What?!" Fang Hui widened his eyes and said in shock, "You mean she's the only one?!"
The swordsman didn't want to admit it and nodded while crying.
Everyone was dumbfounded.
"How is this possible?" Fang Hui couldn't believe it, "My swordsman from the Fang family is not that bad!"
"It's not surprising," Fang Zhenwan said, her voice hoarse and filled with exhaustion, "This evildoer is extremely skilled and is known for his agility and speed."
As she said that, she walked towards the open space and slowly approached the corpses of her clan members: "The first time I met her was in front of Feishuang Pavilion. Others attacked her first, but they couldn't do anything to her. Her footwork, There is no one in the world who can compare with her."
When Fang Zhenwan mentioned this, she felt like her heart was being cut by a knife.
She despised this witch too much, otherwise, she would not have taken action that night, and would have just watched Chu Zheng, who was also a top expert, die at her hands.
Just because she took action, Fang Ji followed suit.
After slowing down, Fang Zhenwan continued: "Our Fang family has learned a lot about crossbows, swordsmanship and swordsmanship. Among them, swordsmanship is won by sword formation. The ancestral teachings are to unite as one and work together to break the metal. That's why few people can learn from our side.
They all escaped from the sword formation, so Coach Cao hardly taught them any defensive skills when he passed on the sword formation."
Fang Hui murmured: "If that bitch is fast enough, he can break through the sword formation directly. No matter how powerful the sword formation is, if it cannot form a shape or hold the formation, it will be like a scattered sand."
Fang Zhenwan has walked to the side of the greenhouse. The smell in the air seems to be there but not strong yet.
"These are all whip wounds," Fang Zhenwan looked down at the corpse, "They have no defensive skills, and their weapons are not as long and flexible as her whip. She also killed her with pain, how could they not die?"
"She is still a woman. This woman is too terrifying..." Fang Hui said.
"What did the people inside say?" Fang Zhenwan asked.
The swordsman who had knelt down and cried before replied: "They were discussing whether to go or stay, and how to deal with that little bitch."
"Deal? Okay..." Fang Zhen said with a smile, "I'm going to see if they have so many smart heads and can really help me deal with that bitch!"
Shen Lie watched with cold eyes as Fang Zhenwan and others walked quickly towards the south gate hall.
During this process, the crossbowmen hiding in the dark never moved even half a step.
"Shen Lie?" A very soft voice came from below.
He paused for a moment and lowered his head.
Under the tree next door, the girl who had just woken up stood up and was looking around.
Shen Lie let go of the branch and quickly fell to the ground.
Xia Zhaoyi turned around and looked up at the sky after seeing him.
It was also when she looked up that she saw the words Shen Lie left on the tree.
An upward pointing arrow with the text: I'm on top.
Xia Zhaoyi chuckled lightly and looked back at him.
"You haven't slept for long, have you slept enough?" Shen Lie asked with concern.
"If you want to come here to watch, just come. Why did you bring me here too?"
"It's not a hug," Shen Lie hurriedly explained, "I'm carrying it on my back."
Xia Zhaoyi looked around and found that the long sword he was carrying behind his back was hanging at his waist.
"..." Xia Zhaoyi didn't know what to say.
Seeing that she had calmed down, Shen Lie raised his eyebrows and abruptly changed the subject: "By the way, I saw the Fang family in the tree. They just arrived."
Hearing this, Xia Zhaoyi raised his head and looked in the direction of Xingyun Tower, and said calmly: "Thunder is going to be furious."
"The crossbowmen are still there."
Xia Zhaoyi nodded and walked towards the lake: "But let's talk about them. You should have seen those murals when you came here."
"Yeah." Shen Lie followed her.
"What do you think?" Xia Zhaoyi raised her eyes to look at him.
"Is it against the Qiao family, or is it right?"
"Qiao Family."
"I don't know how to look at it," Shen Lie said truthfully, "I never listen to what one family says, it's too one-sided."
Xia Zhaoyi smiled: "Me too."
Especially this kind of "propaganda copywriting" that is only passed down within the family. Right and wrong, good and evil, are all determined by the person who writes them. He alone has the final say.
