"The world is bustling, all for profit, and the world is bustling, all for profit. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info The ancients are honest and don't deceive me!" Han Xiaoyue, who had been abolished from martial arts, thought. And he himself is now tied to the big stone pillar in the center of the Kuzen Temple with his backhand. The scorching sun on his head made his already internal injuries even more painful.

Kuzen Temple is a famous century-old temple. Since the death of Master Mingji, Kuzen Temple has become a place where people in the rivers and lakes judge justice. From Yu Zhengmei, who was the third in the Bank of the Seven Holy Maidens of Nanxun before, to the two brothers Niu Feng and Niu Ling, who started to do a lot of evil in Daping Mountain, and then to Han Xiaoyue, who is tied to a big stone pillar today, it is all the same.

What Han Xiaoyue was thinking in her heart was really very appropriate. Now, the people abolished his martial arts at the Kuzen Temple, tied him to a pillar, and let him be judged by everyone. There was a mixture of good and evil, and the famous and upright factions and the leftists who had fought for a long time finally united at this time to deal with their common enemy.

Every plant and tree in the temple is very familiar to Han Xiaoyue, after all, he has been practicing here for five years, but now, he has become very unfamiliar, after all, he has been away from here for nearly five years. Moreover, after Master Mingji passed away, this place has not been cleaned all year round, and it has become more and more dilapidated.

The people in front of him, in Han Xiaoyue's opinion, were mostly treacherous villains. And in the eyes of everyone, he is indeed a heinous villain, and they all want to get rid of him quickly.

"Of course, if you want to get rid of him, you must first get the "Sword Hua Benji" out of his mouth!" everyone thought so.

Situ Sheng, the chief disciple of the Ten Thousand Demon Valley, shook the golden folding fan in his hand, looked at every face around him, and thought in his heart: "There is only one copy of the Sword Hua Benji, and there are many heroes from all walks of life here. Fang had just subdued Han Xiaoyue, and the internal power of the Ten Thousand Demon Valley was consumed a lot. I'm afraid that if we make a move, we will have the upper hand. It's better to use the method of agitation to provoke them away, and the fewer people left, the better the chance of victory!"

Thinking of this, Situ Sheng put away the golden folding fan in his hand, took a step forward, looked at Han Xiaoyue and said, "Hmph! The big devil Han Xiaoyue has now been captured by my Ten Thousand Demon Valley and all the heroes of the rivers and lakes, and his martial arts have been abolished, I don't know what else you have to say?"

As the chief disciple of the Ten Thousand Demon Valley, Situ Sheng not only has an extraordinary temperament, but also wears very gorgeous clothes. Especially on such occasions, he must wear a golden crown on his head and golden boots on his feet. And these two things have become his essential clothes when he goes out.

When Han Xiaoyue heard this, she sneered, then lowered her head and stopped making a sound. On the contrary, it was this sentence that angered a young man next to him.

"Situ Sheng, what are you talking about? Do you mean by this, do you mean that you Ten Thousand Demon Valley are the leaders of our people?"

It was Cheng Song, the acting head of Qingshuimen, who spoke. Cheng Song has long hair and a short beard, and his face is slightly emaciated. The Qing Shui Sword in his hand was the "Shang Fang Sword" given to him by the head of the Lingqiu Spring Master. Holding this sword in his hand was to make him sure to cut off Han Xiaoyue's head personally.

Situ Sheng glanced at him from the corner of his eye, shook his head and said, "Who should I be, it turns out to be Cheng Song, the acting head of Qingshui Gate, Cheng Daxia! You're just a substitute head, so where is the right to question me?"

"Situ Sheng, don't say too much!" a young woman glared at him and said, "All the people here are qualified to judge Han Xiaoyue on behalf of everyone, but the Ten Thousand Demon Valley is absolutely impossible!"

The young woman is the lord of Fangcaohui, Mu Yaqin. Mu Yaqin was dressed in a gorgeous costume, holding a bouquet of daisies in her hand, elegant and generous. The delicate face is endearing, but in the eyes, he has seen through the world and exudes an indisputable atmosphere.

Situ Sheng deliberately took two steps in the direction of Mu Yaqin, looked her up and down, the corners of his mouth twitched, and said, "Sure enough, it is a one-day husband and wife." It seems that you still can't forget your wishful husband!"

"Shut up, don't slander Miss Mu!" a man stood up behind Mu Yaqin and shouted to Situ Sheng.

has followed Mu Yaqin for many years, but he can't get her love. Although Chi Hai can't get her, he doesn't allow anyone to speak disrespectfully.

"Things have come to this point, but you are still protecting her like this. Situ Sheng said to Chi Hai, "However, you can finally rest assured." As soon as Han Xiaoyue dies, your Mu girl will definitely spend the rest of her life with you!"

"Situ Sheng, don't talk nonsense!" Mu Yaqin was a little angry, and the bouquet of daisies in his hand was also thrown to the ground by him.

"I'm talking nonsense, now, Han Xiaoyue is about to be judged by us, if you are no longer in a quarrel with the world, if you no longer have a good impression of him, then why do you want to stay here?" Situ Sheng pressed forward step by step and asked, "Is it possible, do you want to save him at a critical moment?"

Mu Yaqin listened, closed her eyes hard, and secretly swallowed the tears in her eyes. All along, he has also been wishful thinking, which is no wonder Han Xiaoyue. Ever since Han Xiaoyue left herself behind for Long Yan, she has always hoped for a chance to cut Han Xiaoyue with a thousand knives. And when the opportunity came, it was a little unbearable.

When Mu Yaqin opened her eyes again, her tears had already been swallowed, and she sighed and said, "I don't deny it, I have always been wishful thinking for him. However, all this has completely ended when he left me for Long Yan's sake. As you say, I do have lost my affection for him. After speaking, Mu Yaqin flicked her sleeves and said, "Chi Hai, let's go!" After speaking, he turned his head and left.

Chi Hai glared at Situ Sheng and said, "Our account will definitely be settled with you in the future!" After speaking, he also left with Mu Yaqin.

Seeing Fangcaohui's many disciples go away, Situ Sheng thought to himself: "Great! There is one less opponent to compete for the Sword Hua Benji, it is really my wish!" Thinking of this, his eyes stayed on Tang King Li Zhongyu again.

As the descendant of the deceased monarch, Li Zhongyu still retains the unique behavior of the aristocracy. Although he is not very old and dressed simply, he exudes the unique luxury of the Jiangnan royal family in his gestures. Seeing that Situ Sheng was staring at him, Li Zhongyu cleared his throat and said, "I, King Tang, will not participate in the affairs of the rivers and lakes, but this time, I want to get justice for my sister." As he spoke, he turned his eyes to look at Han Xiaoyue and said, "Han Xiaoyue, I just want to ask you one thing, is the promise you made to your sister serious?"

Han Xiaoyue looked up at Li Zhongyu, and Li Zhongyi's voice and smile appeared in front of her. Such a cute and simple girl, but because of herself, she was poisoned by the enemy. Every time Han Xiaoyue thought of this, she couldn't help but feel a pain in her heart.

Han Xiaoyue looked at Li Zhongyu and shouted: "King Tang, I once made a promise to my sister, if my sister is still unmarried when she is twenty-four years old, I will marry her! Today, if Zhongyi is still around, she will just turn twenty-four years old." If King Tang doesn't dislike it, Han Xiaoyue will marry her under Jiuquan today!"

After hearing this, Li Zhongyu laughed and said: "Okay! Sure enough, he is a good man who values love and righteousness! The sister died for you, and you go to Jiuquan to marry her, and the sister is infatuated with you!" As he spoke, he waved his hand and shouted, "Everyone in the Tang family listens to the order! Today, my Tang family will not interfere in this matter." There is only one thing, Han Xiaoyue's death must be done by me. Otherwise, whoever dares to touch him again will be the enemy of me, Li Zhongyu!"

As soon as the words fell, a poisonous dart flew out of the crowd and pierced into Han Xiaoyue's eyebrows. Li Zhongyu's eyes were sharp, and as his eyes looked, he stretched out his hand and flew out a dart. The two hidden weapons collided together, changed the trajectory of the flight, and bounced off the stone pillar with a "pop".

Li Zhongyu was greatly annoyed. I just said that whoever dares to touch Han Xiaoyue is an enemy of himself. Unexpectedly, as soon as the words fell, someone tried the law.

"Hmph, what, does anyone want to try my Tang family's kung fu?" Li Zhongyu took a few steps forward and looked at everyone and said.

A man stood out of the crowd. This person was born with a fat head and big ears, a graceful body, a short stature, and a smiling face. Li Zhongyu recognized at a glance that this person was Li Yanliang, the hall master of Hansheng Hall.

Li Zhongyu looked down on Li Yanliang very much. He killed his father and brother, and was unjust, and betrayed the enemy and was disloyal. He will not say a word to such a disloyal villain at all.

Li Yanliang smiled and said, "Tang Wang Chitose Chitose!" said and bent down to salute.

Li Zhongyu glanced at him and said, "Bastard, why did you put poison darts in front of this king? Could it be that you really want to be my enemy?"

Li Yanliang straightened his waist and said with a sneer: "Tang Wang Chitose, I just want to test whether Tang Wang's techniques are sharp, there is nothing else, nothing else!"

"Hey, Hall Master Li, why are you so servile?" Situ Sheng stepped forward, grabbed Li Yanliang, pushed him behind him, and then said to Li Zhongyu, "Tang Wang Chitose, this is in my Central Plains, not in the south of the Yangtze River. Besides, the Tang Kingdom has been destroyed for more than ten years, and the people in the rivers and lakes will call you King Tang if they give you face. You must not think of yourself too much as a prince, my Si Tusheng will not eat this!" said, his face twisted, and he stopped looking at him.

After hearing this, Li Zhongyu snorted and said: "If you don't take me in your eyes, you can try the power of my Tang family's generals! Who doesn't know the notoriety of the Ten Thousand Demon Valley?

Han Xiaoyue saw that Li Zhongyu was so humiliated by Situ Sheng, so she shouted to him: "Your Royal Highness the Tang King, don't argue with them, lest it damage the royal majesty!

"Don't you hurry up and hand over the Sword Hua Benji?" Li Yanliang shouted. Once, Li Yanliang was also a servile to Han Xiaoyue, more than twice as much as Li Zhongyu. Now, he also began to shout at Han Xiaoyue.

It's really the wall that everyone pushes!

"Stupid! There are many heroes here, in case he really tells the whereabouts of the Sword Hua Benji, the Ten Thousand Demon Valley and Han Sheng Tang are definitely not everyone's opponents. When Situ Sheng heard Li Yanliang's shout, he couldn't help but turn his head to stare at Li Yanliang, scolding in his heart.

Li Yanliang also felt that he had exposed his intentions too early, and he was ashamed for a while.

After hearing this, Han Xiaoyue laughed and shook her head, and said, "Haha! Sure enough, I'm here for this secret book!" As she spoke, the corners of her mouth twitched, and she said, "I'm afraid, I'm going to disappoint you this time." "Jianhua Benji" is not on me!"

"Of course we know that, but we just hope you can get to know each other and tell you the whereabouts of this secret book. Otherwise, we won't let you leave the Kuzen Temple alive!" Situ Sheng said fiercely, though he wished he could know the whereabouts of the book by himself.

Han Xiaoyue laughed even louder: "Haha! There are still people who are stupid enough to believe that the Sword Hua Benji still exists in the world!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone was stunned. What? "Jianhua Benji" has disappeared?" Everyone was talking, and suddenly, there was an uproar.

"That's good!" Han Xiaoyue continued, "Actually, I could have just named a place and watched you fight to the death under the Nine Springs. However, for me, it is the cruelest thing to tell you the truth directly!"

"Then what's the point of us catching him?" shouted one of the crowds.

"That's right! There is no "Jianhua Benji", so what is the meaning of our teachers coming to Kuzen Temple with everyone?" In an instant, everyone was in an uproar again.

As the initiator of this action, Situ Sheng was immediately scolded by everyone. In order to catch Han Xiaoyue, all the major sects lost a lot of internal strength.

Han Xiaoyue ignored all this, closed her eyes and continued to shout: "Everyone, the Sword Hua Benji already exists in my mind, this book has been destroyed by me, and no one will bleed for it anymore! From now on, there will be no more Jianhua Benji!" After speaking, Han Xiaoyue used the last bit of internal force to detonate the meridians of his body. With a "poof", Han Xiaoyue spit out a mouthful of blood.

"Han Xiaoyue, you can't die!" Situ Sheng shouted, wanting to use light power to fly to Han Xiaoyue's side and take him away for treatment, but was blocked by Cheng Song.

"What, you want to kidnap him?" Cheng Song pulled out the Qingshui Sword and fought with Situ Sheng.

"Damn, stop him!" everyone showed their swords and fought in a mess.

Han Xiaoyue's head hung deeply. At this time, not only the blood in the mouth kept flowing down, but even the pores on the body seemed to be slowly bleeding out. It didn't take long for his clothes to be completely soaked with blood.

As he lay dying, he seemed to feel that time was slowly stagnating, and even beginning to turn back.

Gradually, I seemed to hear my father's voice in my ears: "Xiaoyue, come, in the future, this Yanling spear will be handed over to you......" "Xiaoyue, don't care about being your father, just kill it, go and rescue the soldiers!"

Long Yan's voice grinding in his ears and temples was getting closer and closer: "Brother Han, look at these two people, they don't look like us!" "Brother Han, save me, save me......"

Slowly, Han Xiaoyue only felt that her body was as light as a swallow, and her body lost consciousness.

The beloved, the hated, and the family, friendship and love that cannot be parted with seem to have been experienced again in front of their eyes.

Han Xiaoyue thought in her heart: "It turns out that when people are about to die, what they see and hear is so wonderful. I, Han Xiaoyue, finally died without regrets!"

Gradually, he found that he seemed to be back in the same place where he had first been......

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