Ying Wushang did not boast. In less than half a stick of incense, he found the small courtyard where Shang Jidao was. It was a pity that a generation of Huashan masters died in such an unknown corner.
Shang Jidao knelt on the ground, his remaining left hand holding the long sword that had penetrated his body. He looked like he had committed suicide.
After Ying Wushang checked, he came forward with a frown and said, "Sir, it looks like he committed suicide, but there are traces of a fight on his body. I just don't know if they were left by Qianqian and the people from Wuyue, or...
..."
"Since a person is dead, he should be buried."
Lu Hanjiang didn't seem to care about the cause of Shang Jidao's death. He just turned to look at another Baihu who was waiting behind him and was responsible for the inspection, and asked: "Did you find anything wrong in the city?"
The hundred households lowered their heads and replied: "Sir, the wife of the head of Huashan, Gu Qianhan, has come to the city, saying she is looking for her husband."
Lu Hanjiang's eyes flashed, and he suddenly smiled and said: "Now that Mrs. Gu is here, we don't want to overstep her boundaries. Let her come in person to collect her husband's body. Let's go."
"yes."
A group of royal guards withdrew from the small courtyard in an orderly manner. Lu Hanjiang finally looked back at the corpse of Shang Jidao in the courtyard, and the smile on his lips was somewhat meaningful.
Ying Wushang quietly came up and said, "Sir, I believe that Shang Jidao may have been killed by someone."
Lu Hanjiang waved his hand: "Of course he was killed. He would rather lose his right hand to escape from the cell. Is it just to commit suicide in this small courtyard? Haha."
Ying Wushang handed over his hand and said, "Your Excellency, you are truly knowledgeable and insightful. I admire you for your humble position."
Lu Hanjiang did not talk to Ying Wushang in detail and quickly sent him away. As for who killed Shang Jidao, although he had some guesses in his mind, he was not sure.
He ordered the Jinyi Guards to seal off Mucheng. Although not even a fly could fly out, it was at least heavily guarded. Shang Jidao died in the city, so the murderer must not have gone far.
So it seems that the only one who is in the city and has the ability to kill is Gu Qianhan who is "looking for a husband". But why does his pillow person want to kill him... Tsk tsk.
Lu Hanjiang only had a one-time relationship with Mrs. Gu, and it was difficult to make a direct decision on many things, but he did not need to worry about this matter. Shang Jidao was of no value to him, and it did not matter who killed him.
Not long after Lu Hanjiang left, Gu Qianhan came to the yard. Later, he heard someone say that Mrs. Gu was furious when she saw Shang Jidao's body. She wanted to take action several times, but she endured it, and finally returned to Huashan with the body.
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"The reaction is very ordinary..."
After listening to the report from his subordinates, Lu Hanjiang became somewhat interested in Mrs. Gu, but he was not in a hurry to find out what was right and wrong. Huashan was currently in a turmoil, and let's wait and see if she could survive the turmoil.
With Shang Jidao dead, Lu Hanjiang temporarily put aside the affairs of Wuyue. While waiting for the reaction of the princess in the capital, he turned his attention to the Northland, where there was still a battle going on.
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The weather has already entered summer, but the night in the North is still breezy. The Wudang disciple who was responsible for watching the wind couldn't help but sneeze. He shrank and looked at the dots of firelight on a walled city in the distance, and his expression couldn't help but feel a little...
malaise.
It has been three days, and they still have not been able to capture the branch of the Xuantian Sect in front of them. The number of casualties among disciples these days has reached a very dangerous number. If this continues...
The thought of shrinking could not help but come to mind. The Wudang disciple slapped his face vigorously, shook off these cowardly thoughts, and continued to watch under the dim night with all his energy.
There is an abandoned mountain temple not far behind this disciple. This is the temporary stronghold of the Wudang sect. Six of the seven Wudang disciples have gone north, five of them are here to discuss the war, and one of them has gone to inquire about the news.
Return.
"Everyone, the Xuantian sub-altar is guarded by Dharma King Youyun and several envoys to protect it. I'm afraid more manpower will be sent to support it in a few days. If we can't take it tomorrow, the situation may become passive."
The speaker was Song Yangui, the second among the Seven Wudang Sons, "Chang Qing". He was calm and resourceful, and was the coordinator of this northern attack on the Xuantian Sect.
"Second Junior Brother is right."
The person who spoke was sitting in the middle. He was the first among the seven Wudang disciples. "Yujing" Miao Yunyong was everyone's eldest brother. Although he rarely made decisions, he was very kind to all the juniors.
"First senior brother, second senior brother, why don't you listen to me."
A man stood up, and saw that he had an elegant face and a handsome face. As he stood there, a sense of righteousness arose, which made people yearn for him. This man was ranked fifth among the seven sons of Wudang, and his name was "Qinghua".
For Feng Ziye.
In terms of temperament, among the seven disciples of Wudang, Feng Ziye is undoubtedly the best. Seeing him holding his head high and chest high, he opened his mouth and said: "Junior brother, in my humble opinion, the Xuantian Sect is so powerful that we are invincible with our current strength. If we are to be defeated again,
If we continue to entangle, I'm afraid we will lose everything, so why don't we escape."
"shut up!"
Second senior brother Song Yangui's face darkened and he scolded: "If you can't speak, you can shut up!"
Feng Ziye sat down with his fists clasped, his expression solemn and awe-inspiring. If he added the sentence "The wind is rustling and the water is cold", it would be a heroic spirit, but his character is completely opposite to this appearance.
Seeing him like this, Miao Yunyong became angry. He suppressed his anger and looked at Chi Yiming, the silent "Taiwu", and said in a gentle tone: "What do you think, third junior brother?"
Chi Yiming ranked third among the seven. After pondering for a moment, he said: "Although the words of the fifth junior brother are hard to hear, they are facts. We are in a hurry and have no help for the time being, so we might as well retreat first."
"Third Junior Brother..." Song Yangui's eyes were a little complicated. They were here just for Chi Yiming's son, Chi Cangping. Now that he saw that the other party acted impartially and extinguished selfish interests, he, as a senior brother, felt a little sorry.
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"Brothers, I think we should organize another attack as soon as possible, preferably tonight."
The speaker was Wangchen. He was the last among the seven sons. He gave up his common name. Even his senior brothers didn’t know what he was called before he entered the school.
At this time, he stood up and obviously advocated continuing to fight.
Now there are two people who want to retreat, and one person is in charge of the battle. The second senior brother is responsible for coordinating the overall situation and never expresses his position. The senior brother has always had no opinion. At this time, he just sighed: "If the fourth junior brother is here, the seven of us senior brothers will set up the Zhenwu Seven Intersection Formation."
, I will make sure that the Xuantian Sect traitor never comes back."
Several people nodded and had no objections to this. In terms of martial arts, there may be highs and lows, but when it comes to formations, the Wudang Zhenwu Seven-section Formation is the best in ancient times and the present, and it occupies the title of the best killing formation in the world. That is the Jianghu people.
All approved.
It's a pity that the fourth "Purple Yang" Bai Jingnian is not here. Otherwise, if the seven of them work together, there is no need to worry that the Xuantian Sect cannot be broken.
"The Point Guard Is Here"
Just when everyone was worried about advancing or retreating, a man walked in. He was dressed in fancy clothes and looked like a swinger. He was the "Xuan Tan" Si Luochao, the sixth among the seven Wudang sons.
"Everyone, I have good news and bad news. Which one do you want to hear first?"