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- Chapter 50 Killing the Chicken
"Master uncle¡ª¡ª!" Song Qingya felt like an aggrieved child who saw her parents. She had just narrowly escaped death, and now she felt scared.
Xiao Yuesheng patted her shoulder lightly, smiled slightly, looked at her face, and said warmly: "Did they bully you?!"
Song Qingya nodded heavily, raised her head, looked at the people opposite with hatred, and bit her lips tightly.
"What's going on, Yijun?" Xiao Yuesheng turned around and asked Zhang Yijun. She had been standing quietly, not as affectionate as Song Qingya.
Uncle Xiao Yuesheng spends most of his time in Hangu, and only contacts his junior sisters and master. He rarely meets his second-generation disciples. In their eyes, he is full of mystery.
Seeing the sudden appearance of the great master, the way he appeared was really unimaginable, Zhang Yijun couldn't help but be stunned.
Xiao Yuesheng's gentle eyes swept over her, and she quickly woke up. She quickly glanced at the uncle. It was the first time she was so close to him and she could see his face clearly.
" From a distance, the great uncle seems ordinary, but from such a close distance, one can feel that he seems to exude an attractive force, which makes people involuntarily be driven by it.
There were a lot of thoughts in my heart, but I didn¡¯t delay in speaking. I quickly told the whole story, describing it in just a few words without adding any details.
All the masters in the Perak Hall took a few steps back and stood beside Fan Cunyi, vaguely protecting him.
At first glance, the man opposite him had a sloppy step and his eyes were not as dazzling as those of a martial arts practitioner. He seemed to have never practiced martial arts.
But his appearance just now was really strange. Although they didn't see it clearly, the overwhelming fear still lingered in their hearts.
At this time, this man was standing there, talking only to the two women in a low voice, as if he didn't see his group, he was really arrogant! .
Although they were angry and annoyed, they were quite fearful in their hearts and just watched the changes indifferently.
Zhang Yijun gave a brief description, and Song Qingya tried to add as much as he could. Soon, Xiao Yuesheng understood and understood the whole story.
Although he didn¡¯t know how true it was and whether there was a misunderstanding, although he thought about this, he didn¡¯t want to ask any more questions. Seeing Song Qingya¡¯s embarrassed look, his anger already welled up.
"So, they don't take our Shuiyun Sect into their eyes anymore?" Xiao Yuesheng smiled softly, curled his lips slightly, and glanced towards the opposite side, with a golden light flashing in his eyes.
Suddenly, a ray of golden light shone in front of them. The people on the opposite side felt that the golden light grew from small to large, and instantly enveloped them. The overwhelming power was suppressed, as majestic as the sky, as if they were standing alone in the wilderness. Facing the dark sky and the rolling thunder.
Their whole body seemed to be penetrated by the omnipresent golden light. Even the most secret depths of their hearts could not escape. An inexplicable force became stronger and stronger, forcing them to kneel down and surrender.
"Huh!" Xiao Yuesheng snorted softly, turned his eyes, and returned to his normal state, as gentle as jade.
As the golden light dissipated, they couldn't help but relax. They could no longer exert any strength. Their bodies were shaky and limp, and they were about to be unable to support their standing.
At this time, Xiao Yuesheng's cold snort sounded like a huge thunder in their ears after they relaxed.
"Plop-pop" and "pop-pop" sounded several times, and they finally couldn't hold on any longer and collapsed to the ground one after another, their faces as pale as paper.
"Qingya, Yijun, go and point out the people who are looking for the shore." Xiao Yuesheng pointed to a group of people lying on the ground and picked a few pine needles from the branches nearby.
"yes"
"okay!"
The two of them each agreed. They moved lightly, sheathed their long swords as they walked, stepped on the thick dead branches and leaves, and came to these people with light steps. They counted, and there were eight people lying on the ground. personal.
They were lying on their stomachs, backs, or sideways. The dry leaves on the ground were thick and soft, but they did not hurt when they fell.
Most of them were so weak at this time that it was difficult to even move their fingers. They could only stare at the two women with their eyes. Thirty years in the east of the river, thirty years in the west of the river, the wind and water took turns, and in the blink of an eye, The positions of the two parties suddenly changed, and they turned out to be mercenaries!
The two women came to Fan Cunyi. Song Qingya lightly kicked his ribs with her small lotus feet and snorted: "This is the lecherous villain!"
Fan Cunyi glared at her with vicious eyes, wanting to resist, but he had no strength at all and could not move. He was helpless and humiliated.
He has the lowest skill and the slowest recovery. The bodyguard beside him has pure and profound skills. In the blink of an eye, he has recovered a little strength. He is lying next to Fan Cunyi. He has just noticedWonderful, stay by his side.
Seeing the young master being humiliated at this time, how could he bear it so recklessly? Without making a sound, he slowly pulled out the long knife that was under him, slowly swung the knife, and slashed straight towards Song Qingya's lotus feet.
Before Zhang Yijun could remind him, "Uh!" a muffled grunt sounded, and his knife suddenly stopped, and then slowly fell to the ground. Song Qingya was startled, and she turned around and jumped away. The knife was silent and quite Slowly and without the sound of wind.
Several people lying on the ground had seen the bald man making a sneak attack, but they were all experienced people and did not look at him, pretending not to know, so as not to arouse Song Qingya's alert.
This muffled groan attracted their attention, and what they saw was the eyes of the bald man slowly losing their vitality. They still tried to open them wide, but their eyes gradually became blurry. The body supported by one arm fell down again, and he fell to the ground. in dead leaves.
"Zhao Sanding!" The man next to the bald man was also tall, round, and rough-looking. He was lying on the ground and shook him anxiously, calling anxiously.
He felt something was wrong, so he stretched out his hand with great effort, inserted it under the dead leaves, and felt his breath. After a few breaths, his face was blank: "Dead?!"
Suddenly he turned his head and looked at Xiao Yuesheng, who was standing under the pine tree with his hands behind his hands not far ahead, and shouted angrily: "Did you kill him?!"
Xiao Yuesheng suddenly stretched out his hand, and turned around to look at Fan Cunyi, who was lying on the ground as a bodyguard. His figure suddenly rose up, as if suspended by a rope, and slowly flew to Xiao Yuesheng's hand in a dance. The situation was extremely strange.
Even the big man couldn't help but forget what he said, and watched blankly as Fan Cunyi was picked up by the collar and slapped heavily to the ground.
Fan Cunyi was glaring with resentment at the stinky woman who kicked him, and he was cursed in his heart. He would not be a gentleman if he did not take revenge for this, and he would definitely repay it a hundred times in the future! We must make it impossible for her to live or die! She must regret being born into this world!
At this moment, I suddenly felt my body tighten, and then the scenery around me changed rapidly, as if I was performing Qinggong.
He couldn't help being shocked and screamed, but found that he couldn't make a sound, his body became numb, and he was no longer conscious, as if it was not his own.
"Yijun, Qingya, don't be in a daze, where are the other two?!" Xiao Yuesheng saw Song Qingya and Zhang Yijun looking at him blankly, with surprise in their beautiful eyes, and he couldn't help but smile and greet them warmly.
"Oh, it's him and him!" Song Qingya pointed at the motionless bald man on the ground, and then pointed at the thin middle-aged man named Li on the other side.
Seeing the master uncle's magical skills, Fan Cunyi was like a little chicken in his hands. She suddenly felt a sense of pity. She just felt that these people lying on the ground were quite pitiful and left to her own devices. He came and went, but there was no resistance.
Xiao Yuesheng waved his hand, and a green light flashed suddenly. If the people on the ground didn't blink, and the sun was extremely bright, it would be difficult to detect this flash of green light.
The middle-aged man surnamed Li, who was carrying a sword, was about to say a few soft words, first to save his life, and then to seek revenge. Before the words came out of his mouth, he felt a pain in his eyebrows.
The darkness suddenly rushed over like a huge roaring wave. Before his mind could turn, he lost consciousness and leaned over and fell to the ground, startling Song Qingya who was standing next to him.
"Brother Li!"
The person lying next to him shook him hurriedly. Seeing that there was no movement, he stretched out his hands to help him up, but saw that his eyes were also distracted. When he looked carefully, there was a drop of bright red blood on his eyebrows. It seemed that the woman had deliberately touched it. of cinnabar.
After sniffing, he turned his head and stared at Xiao Yuesheng angrily, with murderous intent, and asked gloomily: "Did you kill him?!"
"Yijun, Qingya, come back!" Xiao Yuesheng didn't seem to hear his words and waved to the two stunned girls to come back.
The two women walked back to the uncle in silence, but their bodies were a little cold and they did not dare to talk to the uncle again.
In the blink of an eye, the two people were killed in the hands of the senior brother without a sound. Zhang Yijun, Song Qingya and the others were amazed and amazed, but also a little afraid. With such martial arts, their opponents had no power to resist. They could take life and death in a single thought. They were helpless. Not awesome.
"Did you kill him?!" The man had a sinister face and thin lips. When he saw Xiao Yuesheng ignoring him, he became even angrier. He asked coldly, stood up slowly, and put his hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist. Obviously His skills have been somewhat restored.
Xiao Yuesheng glanced at him lightly, his face expressionless, he raised his left hand with a pine needle between his index finger and ring finger.
He flipped his wrist, flicked it lightly, and said lightly: "Shut up!"
The hand that was slowly drawing the sword paused and remained motionless. Then, there was a "bang" sound, like a falling jade pillar, and the man fell straight backwards to the sky, fell solidly, and did not move again.
Everyone present finally understood that the two things just happenedHow do people die? The person who fell just now is probably also in bad luck.
A pine needle, five feet away, could take a person's life without being seen. Such martial arts was horrifying, and Xiao Yuesheng's expression of treating human life as nothing more made them feel cold and terrified.
"I heard that you are the son of Perak Hall Fan Xisheng?"
Xiao Yuesheng didn't even look at the others. As if they didn't exist, he gently flicked his sleeves and lowered his head to ask Fan Cunyi, who was lying on the ground like a dog chewing shit.
Fan Cunyi felt his body relax, and the numbness immediately dissipated, but he still didn't have any strength in his body. He turned over with great effort, lying on his back facing Xiao Yuesheng, and said bitterly: "That's right! My father is the master of the Perak Hall. ,If you let us go now, I will not care about you, and the grudges will be wiped out. If I have any shortcomings, the Shuiyun Sect will wait for the revenge of Perak Hall!!"
Xiao Yuesheng suddenly smiled faintly. It seemed that Fan Cunyi was not just a fool. He also knew how to bring the Shuiyun Sect in, not just by himself.
Xiao Yuesheng shook his head and sighed softly: "Alas! Didn't your father tell you that there are some people you can't mess with?!"
After saying that, with a slight lift of his left palm, Fan Cunyi's figure suddenly rose up. He patted his vest with his right palm and knocked the dancing man into the group of people. He said calmly: "If Fan Xisheng has the courage, let him do it." Find the Shuiyun Sect!"
After saying that, he turned around and smiled gently at the two women who were standing silently aside: "Yijun, Qingya, let's go!"
"Yes, uncle!" The two women hurriedly bowed in response, with extremely respectful expressions and a look of awe on their faces.
Xiao Yuesheng came between the two of them, stretched out his hands to gently embrace their soft waists, one hand at a time, and disappeared in a flash, without a trace.
??Everyone lying on the ground was stunned. They still couldn't believe the scene just now. Is there really someone with such profound martial arts in the world? Or a young man? !
Zhang Yijun and Song Qingya felt a warm big hand hugging their waists. The burning heat poured into their bodies from the big hand, and their whole bodies suddenly became soft. They could not exert any strength, and they seemed to be a little confused. Yeah, it's blank, I can't think of anything.
"We're here!" A clear voice rang in their ears, clearing their minds. They couldn't help but blush, their faces were as hot as fire, their eyes flickered, they didn't dare to look at the uncle, and looked around.
At this time, I realized that the surrounding scenery was very familiar, as if it was at the foot of Purple Mountain!
The disguise cream could not block Xiao Yuesheng's gaze. When he saw the dizzy cheeks of the two girls, who were shy and cute, he couldn't help but smile, patted their shoulders, sent out a stream of clear water to calm their minds, and said with a smile: "Let's go up the mountain. !¡±
"Yes." The two women's voices sounded like mosquitoes. Even Zhang Yijun couldn't help but feel extremely shy. The uncle's aura still seemed to be confusing in his heart.
Being blown by the mountain wind, the two women's minds gradually cleared up, and their shame gradually faded away. Remembering the terrifying methods used by the uncle just now, Song Qingya asked aloud: "Uncle, will that Fan Cunyi just let him go like that? "
"Let him go?" Xiao Yuesheng walked with his hands behind his back, walking calmly. The rugged mountain road was at his feet, like a smooth road, leisurely and contented. He smiled faintly: "He will die miserable in three days."
"Howled in misery for three days and died?" Song Qingya shrank her beautiful neck, her pretty face changed slightly, she looked at Zhang Yijun on the other side of her uncle, and said timidly: "Isn't it too too Is it too heavy? Just kill him."
Xiao Yuesheng smiled slightly and didn't want to say more. Although he wanted to strengthen their ability to protect themselves, he didn't want to pollute their pure hearts. He just smiled lightly and said: "Killing chickens to scare monkeys requires overcorrecting. If it weren't for fear of scaring you, those people, I Not one will be left alive!¡±
Those people were from the Thunderbolt Hall and were destined to be enemies. He seemed to have let them go, but he had planted a dark force in his body that was similar to a life and death talisman. Once they were against him, their life and death depended only on his thoughts. between.
The two women suddenly became silent and stuck out their tongues. Only then did they realize that the master uncle could not only save people, but also kill people, many times better!
Today¡¯s weather is good, the sunshine is excellent, and everyone in the Shuiyun Sect is practicing etiquette on the martial arts field.
When Xiao Yuesheng went up the mountain, he asked Song Xueyan, who was greeting the guests, to find the master, and asked the master and several of his junior sisters to come to Hanyan Pavilion, as well as the two from the Emei sect.
The cold lake is as clear as a mirror, shrouded in mist and hazy, and the clear and clear birdsong is faintly heard, adding to the tranquility of the cold lake.
On the cold lake, there is a two-story pavilion, guarded by two small pavilions with flying eaves. The pavilions are connected by winding corridors, exquisite and beautiful, and graceful in the mist, like a fairyland. .
This is convenient??The Hanyan Pavilion newly built by Xiao Yuesheng is really an ideal place to enjoy the scenery and relax and cultivate one's mind.
The first floor of Hanyan Pavilion is a whole room, not divided into several rooms like the second floor.
There are several small rooms separated by light gauze curtains and screens. There are eight windows on all sides, which can be opened together to take in a panoramic view of the surrounding scenery.
The moon-white carpet is paved, reflecting the soft light inside the pavilion. The pavilion tables, brocade piers, and soft couches seem to be messy furnishings. They are supplemented by white gauze curtains and screens painted by Xiao Yuesheng himself. Calligraphy and paintings are hung around them, making the whole room look warm. And elegant.
At this time, inside the Hanyan Pavilion, it was as warm as spring, and the faint fragrance of tea lingered. As soon as you smell it, you will know that it is extraordinary.
Wen Yubing and his disciples, as well as Bei Jinyi and Zhou Zhiruo from the Emei sect, were all sitting cross-legged on the moon-white carpet. Song Qingya and Zhang Yijun were sitting obediently behind Xiao Yuesheng, with lowered eyebrows and secretly looking at the room, feeling in their hearts. I was filled with admiration and envy.
"Qiu'er, are you saying that you killed the young master of the Thunderbolt Hall?" Wen Yubingyun, with her temples high and her forehead as smooth as jade, frowning slightly, looked at Xiao Yuesheng and asked slowly.
She is wearing a lake-green skirt and a moon-white jacket, exuding an air of lightness and youthfulness.
"Yes, exactly!" Xiao Yuesheng played with the lid of the snow porcelain tea cup, nodded lightly, and answered casually.
"Qiu'er!" Wen Yubing glared at him angrily.
Xiao Yuesheng then closed the lid, put down the tea cup, and shook his head: "This kid knows that Yijun and Qingya are from the Shuiyun Sect, but he still has evil intentions He is bringing about his own destruction, and I can only help him." To him!"
"But there's no need to kill him, just teach him a lesson!" Wen Yubing snorted, her eyebrows furrowed, worried.
In the Shuiyun Sect, she was the only one who would accuse him as the master. The other junior sisters could not even think of doubting him.
Xiao Yuesheng sighed secretly, his master was indeed not the material to be the leader. Not only was he not disappointed, but he liked it very much and smiled: "Master, why don't you ask Junior Sister Bei what would happen if the Emei Sect encountered such a thing? How to treat Fan Cunyi?"
Wen Yubing looked at Bei Jinyi with her beautiful eyes.
Bei Jinyi was wearing a moon-white skirt, simple and elegant, and unique in beauty. Seeing Wen Yubing looking over, she hesitated slightly, glanced at Xiao Yuesheng who was smiling slightly, and said slowly: "I once heard the master say that as a woman in the sect, , people always feel that they are easy to bully in their hearts, and they must act ruthlessly to make them afraid. Otherwise, even if they have three heads and six arms, they will not be able to withstand them."
This was Shuiyun Sect¡¯s private matter, and she really didn¡¯t want to get involved, but since it was him who invited her, she couldn¡¯t bear to refuse.
Wen Yubing smiled bitterly. She was not ignorant of this truth, but to act ruthlessly, you need strong force. The Emei sect has advanced martial arts, but the Shuiyun sect has little to rely on.
Although his eldest disciple is highly skilled in martial arts, and several of his disciples are also highly skilled in martial arts, they rarely have experience in fighting. When two people fight, life or death does not solely depend on martial arts.
The Shuiyun faction is weak, and a good man cannot stand up to a large number of people. If he has shortcomings, how can he survive?
She knew that Xiao Yuesheng's martial arts was superb, but she didn't know how high it was. Moreover, she had never seen the eldest disciple kill someone. If she was worried about it, it would be chaos if she cared about it.
"XiaoSenior Brother Xiao, Fan Xisheng, the master of Perak Hall, is a lay disciple of the Shaolin Sect. Youknow this, right?" Bei Jinyi's beautiful face showed a slight wry smile. - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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