Chapter 308: Knife in hand, kill Nie Gou! (Third update)
Whoo!
As the air flowed, Yang Yu walked forward. As his figure undulated, the scenery on both sides retreated quickly, as fast as a dragon or horse.
Naturally, the two days of repairs in Jiagou Village could not make him recover, but he could no longer hold back the rolling emotions in his heart and walked along the mountains, looking for the exits of underground rivers everywhere.
I want to find traces of other Jin Yiwei, but...
"Qitou's Zhen Gang is more experienced and skillful than me, and with the half of the Vajra Talisman I snatched from the Miaomiao Master, there is no way he will encounter any accident..."
In the cold wind, Yang Yu's heart became even colder.
After personally experiencing that big explosion, he became more and more aware that everyone else who had not condensed the True Gang would not be able to survive.
At that time, before and after Diyuan, apart from himself, only Qi Gang had the best chance of escaping. Apart from that, Qin Jinfeng, who was severely injured, might not be able to escape the landslide.
"Baili locked soul!"
Yang Yu tapped the center of his brow with his finger, used his mind's eye to urge him to the secluded place, and used Qi Gang's breath as a guide to search for hundreds of miles.
No, no, no...
One day, two days...
Thousands of miles, two thousand miles...
Yang Yu dragged his seriously injured body over the mountains, searching for water veins and underground rivers, but found nothing, and his heart became colder and colder.
Not only Qi Gang, Qin Jinfeng, Qian Jinge, but also the Jinyi Guards and Long Yuan Guards who entered the valley, he tried them one by one, but except for a few corpses, he found nothing at all.
Finally, in the distance, he saw the Ape Crying Valley.
The Yuanming Valley, which looks like ruins, is almost a vast expanse of land. Large boulders have been dug out and piled up in random directions. The air is filled with the faint smell of burnt corpses.
However, other than that, there was no trace of anyone.
All you can see are tombstones in the wilderness not far away...
Zhao Qingyi, Nan Er, Xu Jing, Yuan Ming...
There are cold tombstones and simple epitaphs. There are Jinyi Guards, Longyuan Guards, and towering mounds in the distance. They don't even have names. They must be those corpses and martial arts warriors who have wandered in.
"All dead?"
Yang Yu slowly approached, feeling that his breathing was a little stagnant, and the wound was getting more and more painful. He looked at the tombstones one by one. His memory was very good, and he could recall everyone's appearance through a name.
"Old money..."
Yang Yu paused in his steps. This was the man from the hundred households who were traveling with him, calling him to kill the ghoul and want to behead him.
After walking through the forest of tombstones, I didn't find Qi Gang's tombstone.
However, Yang Yu couldn't be happy. He turned around silently. The mountain peak was still there, but the Yuanming Valley had disappeared, and in its place there was only a lake that was unknown how many feet deep it was.
The wind blows and the light falls, the water is sparkling, clear and clean.
The messy footprints and large boulders in the wilderness told him that hundreds or even thousands of people had dug, dug, and rescued here...
The smoke after the burning has not all dissipated, and the ashes seem to still be warm. Maybe they haven't gone far yet?
"Nie Wendong."
Reciting the name again, Yang Yu stretched out his hand, and a long bow was already in his palm.
He bent his bow, nocked an arrow, and looked to the sky. In the sea of clouds, he could faintly see a white crane hovering above the mountain forest, gradually disappearing away.
collapse!
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Nie Wendong stood in front of the huge Deyang Mansion's various forms of living beings with a faint smile. It seemed that the person who came was not Xu Wenji who came to capture him, but a classmate and friend who came to discuss his painting skills with him.
There was no tension at all, but an indescribable calmness.
"Shameless!"
Qiu Zhanyu's face was ashen, and the handle of the knife he held made a clicking sound, and he wished he could chop the old dog with all his strength.
But he couldn't take action, a powerful aura had already locked onto him, it was the old monk.
"The painting is very good, but it's not good enough."
Xu Wenji looked indifferent. He seemed to be looking at the scroll or Nie Wendong, and said calmly:
"It's a pity that from beginning to end, I only saw two words."
"oh?"
Nie Wendong's eyelids trembled: "Brother Wen Ji, please give me some advice."
"You live up to your reputation as a talented man. This painting is of high quality, but I can only see the word 'hypocrisy' in my eyes."
Xu Wenji did not hide his emotions at all, and his tone was merciless.
"Hahaha!"
Nie Wendong put his hands on his hands and smiled. Although no one responded, he still laughed for a while and then said:
"Speaking of hypocrisy, which of the courtiers and princes in the world is not hypocritical? Qin Feibai? Wu Yunlong? Shanqiu? Li Ji?"
"Or yourself?"
The smile disappeared and was replaced by indifference.
"The court is like a battlefield. Thousands of people are fighting to get across. They all want to fight for a lifetime of wealth and wealth. How can there be anything kind, good, upright, pure, and white in this situation?"
The words echoed, and the whole place was silent.
Qiu Zhanyu looked at each other coldly, with murderous intent overflowing. Yuanjue clasped his hands together and chanted the Buddha's name softly. Yang Xuanying played with a folding fan, her smile not diminishing.
"Are you done talking nonsense?"
Xu Wenji remained unmoved and waited until the words fell before he said:
"Let's capture him without mercy."
"Capture without mercy?"
Nie Wendong raised his eyebrows and then sneered:
"Master Xu, I am the lord of a state, an important minister of the court, and a high-ranking official in the border areas. Even if there is something wrong that needs to be dealt with, it must be reported to the court, and it will be decided by the six ministries and three departments, and then reported to His Majesty, and then the decision can be made through the court meeting, right?"
"good."
Yang Xuanying nodded in agreement:
"My lord, your status is very important, but it involves important officials of the imperial court. Even if it is you, you can't just arrest him whenever you want, right?"
"Wang Muzhi is so promising that his dog dares to bark at me!"
Xu Wenji glanced coldly.
Yang Xuanying suddenly turned pale:
"Sir, what you said is too hurtful."
"Don't say it's you. Even if Wang Muzhi is here, he wouldn't dare to talk to me like this!"
Xu Wenji snorted coldly, raised his hand, and Qiu Zhanyu threw the entire file in his arms:
"I have the evidence in hand. It won't be too late to capture you and report back later."
"Forcibly occupying acres of land, forcing good girls to become prostitutes, buying murderers to kill, selling officials to kill officials, indulging in epidemics, colluding with the Pity for Life Cult, refining blood elixirs..."
Nie Wendong took the file, glanced at it casually, and started talking to himself. Finally, he couldn't help but sigh:
"It seems that Mr. Nie has really offended you. These charges of arbitrarily fabricating Luo Zhi are really shocking. If this is true, Mr. Nie should have committed suicide on the spot to apologize..."
Looking at the dossier, he was slightly shocked, but not confused.
Given his status and background, even if everything in this file is true, he would have to send someone from the court to verify it one by one, not to mention that he had already erased the beginning and the end.
"I know you, and you should also know me. If there is no conclusive evidence, how could I come to the door?"
Xu Wenji also sighed when he heard this:
"It seems that you really don't want to be decent..."
"Decent..."
Nie Wendong narrowed his eyes:
"So what if I don't?"
Xu Wenji's expression did not change, he opened his palms, and the nine golden beads glowed slightly:
"Then I will make you look decent!"
call!
The faint golden light stirred up weak air currents.
Yuan Jue and Yang Xuanying looked at each other, distanced themselves, and their expressions became solemn:
"Xu Jing's sowing the beans into an army, and you actually still have nine..."
Fear flashed in Yang Xuanying's heart.
Xu Wenji did not have supernatural powers, and the fact that he once gave up the Tao and failed to obtain it was once talked about by countless people.
When he came to Qingzhou, he had naturally investigated this old man.
He was once a man of great success, but unfortunately he suffered too many hidden injuries when he was young. When he got old, he fell into a state of decline, and his vitality was weak, less than one-tenth of what he was at his peak.
Among the intelligence, the most powerful method he possesses was given by the current Minister of War, ‘Xu Jing’.
This magical power that spawns soldiers by spreading beans is a magical power with great disparity in strength. In the hands of Xu Jing, the Minister of War, it is far less powerful than in the hands of Xu Wenji.
Not for anything else, just because the latter fought side by side with Zhang Xuanba, King of Zhao of Xifu in Liuji Mountain...
For this reason, he came here with a method of restraint, just in case he had to fight with this old man, but who would have thought that he actually had nine more?
For a moment, I felt that 'Xu Jing' was scolding me so much.
"I heard that this magical power of spreading beans to create soldiers only has thirty-six golden beans. Only one of them can be used to give birth to one. This Xu Jing is really willing to give up..."
Nie Wendong's face also twitched.
As far as he knew, Xu Wenji had given one golden bean to Yang Yu and one to Qiu Zhanyu, but now there were nine more...
This was far beyond his expectation.
"Fake!"
Nie Wendong's eyes darkened:
"Xu Jing has three golden beans at His Majesty's side, one for the Prince, one for the King of Qi, one for the King of Anhai, and his own son and daughter..."
"Even if you were both a teacher and a friend with him, he would never be able to give you so much!"
"Ha~"
Xu Wenji no longer looked at Yang Yu, and tilted his palm as if he was about to scatter the golden beans.
"etc!"
Seeing Xu Wenji's palm move, Nie Wendong's face turned ugly:
"So what if I get caught without any help? With this bit of evidence in your hand, you can't kill me, but from now on, you and my Nie family will have a deadly feud!"
Xu Wenji was unmoved and looked at him coldly:
"so what?"
"You should know who is behind me. Even if the court holds me accountable, I will only be silent for a few years at most before I can be activated again. I may not be able to be the leader of a state again..."
Nie Wendong clenched his fingers until his knuckles turned white, but he endured it.
The son of a rich man cannot sit down in the hall. Even if he has greatly improved his martial arts, he will never want to touch the King of Zhao of Xifu, even if it is a shadow.
Hearing these words, Xu Wenji's eyes moved:
"Everything depends on human beings. How do you know that I can't kill you?"
"Is there really no turning around?"
Realizing Xu Wenji's seemingly plain but in fact unshakable will, Nie Wendong's face became extremely ugly and his voice became cold:
"You have no children, but you still have a granddaughter..."
As he spoke, Nie Wendong's words stopped abruptly. The moment he saw the golden light, he had already raised his hands and was so decisive that there was no trace of sloppiness:
"Nie, admit defeat!"
Snapped!
Xu Wenji held the golden bead with his fingers, slapped it with his backhand, and knocked it to the ground.
Qiu Zhanyu reacted so quickly, stepped forward quickly, unsheathed his long sword, and placed it on his neck under Yuanjue and Yang Xuanying's silent gaze.
And quickly cut off its qi and blood, and the internal energy circulates in the meridians.
"Amitabha."
Yuan Jue clasped his hands together, and Yang Xuanying also covered her face with a fan. They could not interfere with Nie Wendong's own choice, and of course, they did not dare to take action against the old man.
"Admit defeat, admit defeat."
Nie Wendong wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and stood up laughing.
He casually pushed Qiu Zhanyu away, and when he saw his anger, his eyes turned red and the steel knife was raised. Instead of avoiding it, he raised his head and sneered in disdain:
"We, the Ming Dynasty, have no punishments and do not follow the rules of scholar-bureaucrats. But what qualifications do you have to behead Nie?"
"Nie Wendong!"
Qiu Zhan's veins popped out in anger and he clenched his steel teeth.
"You probably thought that with the power behind you, you could escape safely, lie dormant for a few years waiting for the imperial court to use it, and then go to another place to dominate..."
Xu Wenji glanced at Yang Xuanying, and his eyes fell on Nie Wendong, cold and ruthless:
"Even if I give up this official position, I will kill you as a warning to others!"
"Yeah?"
His inner breath and vitality were blocked, and he was even reduced to a prisoner, but Nie Wendong became more and more calm.
He did not refute, but faced the steel knife lying in front of him, straightened his clothes, and stepped out of the hall:
"Then let's see, who can cut off the great head..."
Phew!
The words stopped suddenly, and a crane roar resounded throughout Deyang City. The sound waves echoed harshly, and the whole city moved.
Boom!
Countless people looked up to the sky and saw a tsunami of air currents in the air, a rumbling sound wave, and a figure swooping down, dressed in red and looking like a flying dragon:
"Qingzhou Yang Prison, chop your dog's head off!!"