"The guilty ministers have all agreed to bow down to the emperor!"
When Du Chengbi saw Su Hanlin coming, he hurriedly saluted and knelt down.
Su Hanlin didn't say anything, walked into the cell, sat down at the table, picked up the flask, poured himself a glass of wine, and drank slowly.
Du Chengbi knelt on the ground silently, as if he didn't dare to do so without Su Hanlin's permission, and seemed to be waiting for Su Hanlin to speak first.
However, Su Hanlin took a sip of wine and a bite of food and ate with gusto, seeming to have forgotten the existence of Do Chengbi.
Sweat gradually broke out on Du Chengbi's forehead, and Su Hanlin's silence was like a huge mountain, which gradually made him breathless.
Snapped!
After finishing the bottle of wine, Su Hanlin put down his glass and chopsticks, stood up and left.
"Your Majesty, I am guilty!"
Do Chengbi suddenly shouted, his whole body already soaked in cold sweat.
Su Hanlin paused when he heard the sound, but immediately continued walking forward.
"Your Majesty, I have confessed my crime! Your Majesty -" Du Chengbi shouted eagerly as he looked at Su Hanlin's retreating figure, but Su Hanlin's footsteps never stopped for a moment.
Du Chengbi was so frightened that his liver and gallbladder trembled, because he felt the murderous intention from Su Hanlin's body. He felt that if Su Hanlin could not stop and pardon the death penalty for everyone in the Du family, then everyone in the Du family would be dead tomorrow.
Seeing that Su Hanlin's figure was about to disappear from sight, Du Chengbi suddenly burst into tears and sobbed: "Your Majesty, I feel that Zhou Jianlai and my granddaughter Keyi are a good match."
Su Hanlin's steps did not stop, and his figure disappeared around the corner in front, but the voice came from far away: "Can you please, right minister, send Du Keyi's birthday sticker to the Ministry of Rites, and let the Lang Guan choose a good day for these two people."
"Thank you Lord for your kindness!" Du Chengbi collapsed on the ground as if dead, and then laughed miserably with tears streaming down his face.
He knew that everyone in the Du family had been saved, but the only pride the Du family relied on was interrupted by Su Hanlin.
Although Su Hanlin didn't say a word of unnecessary words, Du Chengbi had already heard what Su Hanlin wanted to say.
"You think Du Keyi has become a phoenix in the sky, so I will pluck her phoenix feathers and knock her down to the mortal world so that she can never fly again."
After a long time, Du Chengbi suddenly raised his head and looked at the corner where Su Hanlin's figure disappeared. Two fierce rays of light burst out from his eyes, and he gritted his teeth and said to himself:
"Su Hanlin, your words may not work!"
"Why are you so arrogant that you dare to interfere with the marriages of the saint's disciples? Are you really not afraid of angering the saint and taking off your dragon robe?"
"We still don't know who will have the last laugh. We'll see."
Du Chengbi had harsh words in his heart, but he obediently sent Du Keyi's birthday sticker to the Ministry of Etiquette the next morning.
Everyone in the family had a false alarm, spent one night in the death row of the Ministry of Punishment, and returned home safe and sound.
Mrs. Wang was so proud that when she came out of the prison of the Ministry of Punishment, her chin almost hit the sky.
She felt that Su Hanlin really didn't dare to do anything to her because she was Du Keyi's biological mother.
But as soon as she entered the gate of Du's house, she was tied up with five flowers by Du Chengbi's order, and then asked a monk to give her a full hundred whips, until her skin was torn and her flesh was torn, and she was hanging on with only one breath.
In the afternoon of the same day, good news came from Northern Xinjiang. The robbed disaster relief materials were found. Du Mingzhi continued to serve as the disaster relief inspection envoy and went to Northern Xinjiang to rescue the victims.
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Dang! Dang! Dang!
On the eighth day of June, at noon, the bronze bell on the top of the Wusheng Tower suddenly rang.
"One sword, another sword!"
"Zhou Jian is coming to the top!"
An extremely excited roar spread from the eighth floor of Wusheng Tower to the bottom of the tower, causing the crowd gathered under the tower to boil instantly.
Screams and cheers rang out instantly, shattering the eardrums.
"Come Zhou Jian!"
I don't know who shouted Zhou Jianlai's name first, and then more and more people followed.
"Come Zhou Jian!"
"Come Zhou Jian!"
"Come Zhou Jian!"
In the end, the entire Taiping College students started shouting, and Zhou Jianlai's name resounded through the sky.
The ninth floor of Wusheng Tower.
Nan Fengtian personally took down the hanging bronze plaque, sent it to Zhou Jianlai and said: "You are the fifteenth man to climb to the top of the Wusheng Tower since the founding of Taiping College. Please leave your name on the bronze plaque.
."
Zhou Jianlai smiled and nodded, drew his sword and carved his name on the bronze plaque.
"Hello, my name is Zhan Aotian, and I am the thirteenth on this bronze plaque." Zhan Aotian stepped forward and introduced himself.
"Nice to meet you." Zhou Jianlai nodded in greeting.
"I want to show off with you." Zhan Aotian's eyes were sharp and he spoke frankly about his purpose.
"Now?" Zhou Jianlai was slightly surprised.
"You just had a battle with the Ta Nu on the eighth floor, and your combat power has been somewhat depleted. I don't want to lose without fighting, and am willing to wait for you to return to your peak combat power." Zhan Aotian responded.
Zhou Jianlai shook his head and said: "I only fired one sword just now, and my combat power was not affected."
"Then now." Zhan Aotian raised his lips and smiled.
He felt Zhou Jianlai's madness and arrogance. He liked this feeling, otherwise there would be no pleasure in conquering him.
"Okay." Zhou Jianlai nodded, then raised his hand over his shoulder and grasped the hilt of the sword behind his back.
Zhan Aotian saw Zhou Jian coming and was about to draw his sword. He looked even more impatient than him. He couldn't help but laugh. He pointed around and said: "The space here is small, I'm afraid I can't use it."
"Haha, I can send you to a spacious place." Nan Fengtian stroked his beard and laughed.
Zhou Jianlai shook his head and said: "No need to bother, the land of one sword is enough."
"Haha——" Zhan Aotian laughed when he heard this, and said to Nan Fengtian: "Master Zhang, you say every day that there is no one crazier than me, but today you have seen someone crazier than me, right?"
"You two are half a pound to eight ounces." Nan Fengtian said with a smile.
Zhan Aotian put away his smile and reached out to hold the hilt of the sword. He wanted to learn from Zhou Jianlai's sword.
Zhou Jianlai's eyes revealed the Golden True Dragon Sword Intent, turning his entire eyes into gold.
The air suddenly became tense.
Before the two of them drew their swords, they seemed to hear the sound of swords clashing.
"My sword has the potential to reach the top!"
Zhou Jianlai suddenly spoke to break the silence, then suddenly drew his sword and slashed at Zhan Aotian.
Mountain Sword.
The heavy sword has no edge, carries a huge force, wields the power of heaven and earth, and cuts down head on.
"Stop!" Nan Fengtian shouted suddenly.
Buzz!
The mountain sword suddenly stopped, and the thick sword peak was only three inches away from Zhan Aotian's smooth forehead.
Zhan Aotian's hand was still holding the sword hilt, and his sword had not been drawn out.
Zhou Jian returned the sword back to its sheath. The golden True Dragon Sword Intent in his eyes disappeared. He turned around and bowed to Nan Fengtian, and asked: "Master Zhangyuan, can I freely enter and exit the Holy Tower from now on?"
"Can."
"Thank you, Lord Master! I'll take my leave!"
Watching Zhou Jianlai's figure disappear at the entrance of the stairs, Nan Fengtian looked at Zhan Aotian and asked, "How do you feel?"
"I -" Zhan Aotian's face turned pale, he swallowed hard, and said in disbelief: "I couldn't even take one of his swords, no, I didn't even pull out the sword!"
His eyes were full of fear, and the hand holding the sword was trembling. Zhou Jianlai's sword not only caused serious psychological damage to him, but also made him question his own sword.
His sword was confused.
"I may not be able to take that sword strike just now." Nan Fengtian said thoughtfully with his eyes wide open.
"You mean he is already in the Star Realm?" Zhan Aotian asked in shock, but he felt a little more comfortable in his heart, because if Zhou Jianlai was in the Star Realm, then his defeat with this sword attack was understandable.
"No, not only is he not in the Star Realm, he doesn't even have any cultivation at all." Nan Fengtian shook his head.
"This - how is it possible?" Zhan Aotian shook his head in disbelief.
"The sword just now was not his own power at all, but borrowed the power of Wu Sheng Pagoda, so it had such terrifying pressure that you couldn't even pull out the sword. The power and pressure of Wu Sheng Pagoda, I
It's also difficult to withstand it, so I may not be able to catch his sword." Nan Fengtian said.
"It seems...that's true." Zhan Aotian thought back to just now and found that, as Nan Fengtian said, the pressure Zhou Jianlai exerted on him had the flavor of Wusheng Tower, but he couldn't understand it and asked in confusion: "How did he do it?"
Did it?"
Nan Fengtian shook his head and said: "I don't know, this should be the way of swordsmanship that he realized."
Seeing Zhan Aotian's sluggish look, he showed an expression of gloating and sneered: "I usually ask you to calm down your arrogance, but you always don't listen. Now you know that there is a sky outside the sky, and there are people outside the world, right? There is someone under the tower.
A descendant of the Qin family is also waiting to compete with him, do you want to go down and take a look and find some comfort in your heart?"
"Are you always so comforting?" Zhan Aotian said with a bitter smile.
However, his mood was obviously much better than before. He took a few deep breaths, exhaled the turbid air in his chest, then raised his sword and chased down the tower.