Pei Yue paused for a long time, took a breath, and then stepped away his slender legs without hesitation and walked forward.
Under the gaze of countless disciples in the prison, Pei Yue walked into the cage in the corner of the edge and closed the cage door.
He actually sat cross-legged, contented, not like a prisoner who was sent to prison, but more like drinking tea in his backyard.
Pei Yue closed his eyes and rested, but what he couldn't escape in his mind was what Ye Wuhen said.
Having not seen for thousands of years, his old-fashioned and feudal master has changed.
The master who strictly abides by the ancestral teachings actually broke the precepts and drank Fugui wine.
people……
Didn’t it be killed by the master?
Who could that be?
Pei Yue frowned.
In the bamboo house, Qingge has done his best. As for the stalemate relationship between Pei Yue and Emperor Wu, it depends on each other's luck.
The next day, Emperor Wu woke up and felt a splitting headache, and his whole brain was particularly swelling and painful.
He opened his eyes in a daze, subconsciously raised his hand and rubbed his temples, suddenly widened his eyes and a flash of light.
Last night's events, one scene after another, like thousands of beasts rushing, instantly poured into my mind.
He actually drank?
Not only that, but also crying in a vase?
I have been telling Ye Wuhen about his grievances for so many years.
Emperor Wu felt that he would go into seclusion.
He broke the precepts and had no shame to face his ancestors.
...
Early in the morning, a row of troops stepped into the martial arts dungeon in a vigorous manner.
The boy on the bamboo bed was still sleeping, but he was awakened by the sound of silence.
As soon as he opened his eyes, Qingge saw a pair of shiny swords pointing at him.
Mr. Zhang stared at Qingge like hatred, "Ye Wuhen, you dare to bring strong wine to Junlin Mountain. I see you are the courage to eat the bear heart and leopard courage!"
"The Martial Emperor has been a cultivator in the world for his whole life. You have made him break the precepts. Although you are the spiritual master of martial arts, you can escape the death penalty and live a life penalty!"
Old Zhang shouted angrily, full of energy, resounding throughout the dungeon like a thunder bell.
Mr. Zhang's eyes were red.
His old Zhang family has been loyal to Emperor Wu for generations, and has performed their duties conscientiously for thousands of years from ancestors to his generation!
But he didn't expect that Ye Wuhen was so brave that he would dare to drink in the sacred Junlin Mountain!
“
Mr. Zhang, don’t take him away for now. There may be some misunderstanding about this matter." Luo Cheng hurriedly came, saying that he was very thoughtful.
Mr. Zhang choked up and looked at Luo Cheng with red eyes, "Master Luo, don't you know what Junlin Mountain means? That is a martial arts disciple, the belief of generations!"
"It's not a matter of wine, it's the belief in martial arts, the majesty of Junlin Mountain, and the foundation of the Wu Emperor's foothold!"
Mr. Zhang shouted at the top of his lungs, "When the Martial Arts Association was first established, King Dongling fell in the Battle of the Three Triads, and the Evil Palace came. How many heroes and heroes have been lost in the Three Thousand Worlds? After the war, Emperor Wu buried their corpses at the foot of Junlin Mountain. On the hero monument of Junlin Mountain, they were all the names of the sacrificed heroes! How could Ye Wuhen bring wine to Junlin Mountain?"
When Mr. Zhang spoke of hysteria, he trembled for a moment, then covered his chest and almost vomited a mouthful of blood.
Luo Cheng hurriedly supported him.
Luo Cheng understands Mr. Zhang’s mood more than anyone else.
King’s Landing Mountain, hero’s tomb, and faith in martial arts!
Luo Cheng sighed.
He also felt that the boy was reckless in this matter.
But if you bring the ruling, you will definitely suffer from flesh and blood.
How could that boy with tender skin?
"Uncle Luo." Qingge stood up from the bamboo bed, came to Old Zhang, and looked at Luocheng, "You don't have to persuade me, I will go to the place of judgment with Mr. Zhang."
"I brought the wine, I did the things, and I persuaded Emperor Wu. I would like to go to the place where the judgment was made." She spoke generously, but relaxed and comfortable.
Luo Cheng gritted his teeth and gave her a fierce look.
The bitterness of flesh and blood is worse than death, but it is not that simple.
"Mr. Zhang, calm down." Luo Cheng said.
"Master Luo, what's wrong with you? Last night's library, today Junlin Mountain, you are protecting this kid everywhere, why are you unable to tell the truth in front of major issues? Is this still you?" Mr. Zhang couldn't help but shouted angrily.
Luo Cheng was stunned.
"Uncle Luo, stop talking." Qingge said lightly.
Luo Cheng moved his mouth, wanted to speak but stopped, and his expression was a little sudden.
"Ye Wuhen, you are quite tactful and know that you have done something wrong." Mr. Zhang said.
"Mr. Zhang, I am willing to go to the place where the ruling is to receive punishment. It's not that I think I've done something wrong. I just don't want to make it difficult for Uncle Luo to do it, and I am willing to agree with the rules of martial arts."
"Ha." Mr. Zhang sneered: "If you agree with the rules of martial arts, what if you agree with the rules of martial arts, then what if you do
Will you bring the wine to Junlin Mountain to blaspheme the hero's soul under the hero's tomb?"
The boy's face was calm and his eyes were staring at Mr. Zhang.
Leave speechless for a long time.
Mr. Zhang's face became more and more ferocious, "Why, can't you say it?"
"The souls of the martyrs under the hero's tomb are long nights and years of loneliness. I let them smell the fragrance of wine. What's wrong?"
"The wind blew and the Yishui was cold, and the heroes never returned once they left."
"Whether three thousand generations or fire heaven, the soldiers will drink a bowl of strong wine before killing the enemy in the battle."
"Stay alive and celebrate victory with good wine."
"Sacrificing on the battlefield, use strong wine to warm the hero's soul."
"Mr. Zhang, my younger generation has respect, where can I slander it? Emperor Wu has been dedicated for eight thousand years and respected martial arts for eight thousand years. If he does good and righteousness, the wine for eight thousand years will not destroy his passion and original intention for the people. If he is so ignorant and selfish, even if he does not touch a cup, he will not be able to change him."
"This glass of wine is my tribute to the souls of millions of heroes under the tomb of heroes, the immortality of countless martyrs, and the 8,000-year-old conscientious duties of Emperor Wu. Why did Mr. Zhang have a very wrong and he is unforgivable?"
The martial arts dungeon was as quiet as this, with only the joking and raging sounds of the boys.
Mr. Zhang could not refute for a moment, and was speechless. He raised his trembling hand and pointed it at the boy angrily, and could not give a response for a while.
"Sharp teeth and sharp mouth!" Mr. Zhang shouted.
Luo Cheng stared at Qingge blankly, and there was a hint of admiration?
Soon, Luo Cheng threw away the thoughts in his mind.
In this life, he only worships the Night Goddess!
Never cheat.
In the cage, Xue Hui was worried, "Big sister..."
The next moment, Xue Hui looked at Pei Yue, "Brother Pei, please help her."
Pei Yue closed his eyes and had no intention of coming forward.
"Let's go, Mr. Zhang." Qingge stepped forward.
"Where are you going?" Mr. Zhang was a little confused.
"Aren't you going to the place of ruling? Hurry up, I'm waiting for it and there's still something to do, don't waste my time." Qingge said impatiently.
Mr. Zhang: “…”
Mr. Zhang gritted his teeth and planned to take Qingge to the place of judgment, but suffered a lot of pain.
At this moment, a woman in yellow appeared.
Chapter completed!