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Yan Xuetian sat quietly in place, watching Mu Chen leave.

Zhang Qingge also had to go out.

Yan Xuetian grabbed him and said, "Brother Zhang, I know you want to persuade him, you believe in Mu Chen, he can solve it, not to mention that a person like him can do anything for his friends, and it won't help if you go."

Zhang Qingge sat back in his seat.

The storyteller is gone.

It seems that his words were deliberately said to Mu Chen, and now that Mu Chen is gone, there is no need for him to stay here.

Yan Xue Tiandao, "Brother Zhang, if Muchen dares to go to the White Horse River, which is three hundred miles away, then he will definitely miss the duel time with Li Yixiao, so Lin Hongyue will definitely send someone here, for the safety of you and the child, I think you should leave first and go to the Eastern Dynasty."

Zhang Qingge refused, he must not go, especially at this time.

Yan Xuetian sighed and said, "You believe me, I can solve it here, you have to take the child away, otherwise Lin Hongyue will take the child away again, but it will be troublesome, I don't think you want the child's mother to cry in the sky."

Zhang Qingge's heart was trembling, and his heart seemed to be pricked by a needle.

He really couldn't let anything happen to the boy, so he left, heading east.

Looking at the back of their father and son leaving, Yan Xuetian breathed a sigh of relief.

At this time, a person came out of the alley next to the inn, and it turned out to be the one who spoke out.

The old man walked up to Yan Xuetian and said with a smile, "I did everything you said."

Yan Xue Tiandao "You did a good job"

With that, he took out a silver ticket from his bosom and handed it to the old man.

The old man smiled and left with the silver ticket.

On the street, only Yan Xuetian was left.

The sun was still shining on his face.

He closed his eyes and enjoyed the light that belonged to him at the end.

noon

The sun is scorching.

Mu Chen's body was already soaked with sweat.

He didn't know how long he had been gone.

Now he walked to a plain.

At a glance, you can see the scene from ten miles away.

But there are no rivers.

Murong Xia said, "Even the wind is hot here, it's not like there is a river, it's better to find someone to ask, how far is it?"

Mu Chen suddenly saw an old farmer not far away, so he walked up and asked, "Excuse me, how far is this place to the south from the White Horse River?"

The old farmer looked at Muchen in surprise and said, "If you go south, you will never be able to go."

Mu Chen: "Why"

The old farmer said, "Because the White Horse River is in the north, it is 500 miles away from here"

After hearing this, Mu Chen suddenly had a stirring spirit and said, "Fooled"

With that, he immediately hurried back.

When he returned to the inn, it was already afternoon, and it was almost dusk.

The old storyteller was naturally gone.

Murong Xia said, "How could this be, why did he lie to us?"

Mu Chen was about to say something, but he saw the shopkeeper come up and said, "Two, this is left for you by Mr. Yan just now, he said please open it and take a look."

As he spoke, he handed over a letter and a brocade box.

Mu Chen took the thing and asked, "What about the others?"

The shopkeeper said, "I went out at noon and never came back."

Wood Dust opens the letter:

Brother Mu saw it in person

Brother Wangmu forgives me for my mistake of bullying the king in the name of your friend. I am doing this because of my suffering.

I have sent Zhang and his son to the east, and you can go to find them.

The two of us are friends, and the friends are based on the word "love and righteousness" first, I am both the king, and the king is me.

I heard that the forest was a traitor, and I wanted to harm you, and I wanted to drink and dispose of poison in you, and I wanted to wait for the recurrence of the old disease during the war, and inflict harm.

Although I am angry, I know the nature of the king, and I value righteousness and faith.

I know that if I persuade you, you will go to him.

Therefore, I am willing to fight on behalf of the king!

If you return, you should drink and talk happily, and get drunk today.

If you do not return, I hope you will not be angry with my death and do unwise things.

The brocade box is the southern soldier talisman, I know that it must not fall into the hands of the forest, so it will be handed over to Yu Jun, hope that the king will return to the south, transfer the talisman to the emperor, and tell my life to my son.

It is for friends, and it will be righteous.

Today's battle, for one's own wishes, for the king's fight, is for the glory of the king's friends.

Worship on a snowy day

There is no moon in the sky.

The moon was obscured by dark clouds, and no one could have imagined that it would be a sunny day during the day, and now it would become so gloomy and cold.

There was no one on the streets, and the wind was howling.

It seems to be a devil who is about to devour the truth and goodness of the world.

Muchen is drinking.

He's drunk a lot, but he can't stop.

He was afraid that as soon as he stopped, he would kill himself.

He really wanted to kill himself now.

But he couldn't.

He had already been to the Tianzi Bridge, and there was no one there.

There is not even a trace of a fight.

They have changed the location of the duel.

Mu Chen has no choice but to wait for news while getting drunk with wine.

He had mobilized a large amount of internal force to rush to Tianzi Bridge just now, but his poison did not attack.

In other words, Yan Xuetian was deceived, and the two disciples of Xiang Tianzong deliberately said those words to Yan Xuetian.

Of course, this was Lin Hongyue's plan, and from the beginning of the banquet, Mu Chen entered his trap.

Lin Hongyue originally wanted Yan Xuetian to duel with Li Yixiao for him.

But what is his purpose?

His purpose is in this brocade box?

What if you know the purpose?

Yan Xuetian had already gone to fight, leaving only Mu Chen here to blame himself and be sad.

Murong Xia didn't drink, he was just watching Mu Chen drink.

He can't drink it now.

Indeed, he could not drink the wine that he drank for the dead.

He asked, "Why are you sure that Yan Xuetian will definitely lose?"

Mu Chen shook his head, stared at the brocade box, and said, "I have eyes, he has been in the palace for so long, his kung fu has long been much worse than before, I can see this, if he could draw with Li Yixiao before, now he can't beat Li Yixiao at all"

Murong Xia said, "But there are exceptions"

Mu Chen smiled, his smile was even more ugly than crying.

He said, "Let me ask you a question, if you are Lin Hongyue and Yan Xuetian kills Li Yixiao, will you let him go?"

Murong Xia was silent.

This matter is indeed a dead end, Yan Xuetian can't beat Li Yixiao, even if he wins, Lin Hongyue will never let him come back alive.

Mu Chen looked at the talisman in the brocade box and didn't say a word.

He already knew that Lin Hongyue's purpose was for this talisman.

Both were silent.

Whoever it is, is speechless now.

Suddenly, there was a thunderclap outside.

After the thunder, there was a knock on the door.

Mu Chen's heart trembled.

If it was Yan Xuetian, he would never knock on the door.

Mu Chen immediately went to open the door, but there was a young man standing at the door.

The young man asked Mu Chen, "Are you Mu Chen?"

Mu Chen nodded.

The young man said, "I'm a guy from the coffin shop on West Street, and someone asked me to bring you a coffin."

The coffin was right behind him.

The young man was still talking, but Mu Chen couldn't listen to it at all.

He only asked, "Who told you to send it?"

The young man said, "The man said his surname was Yan."

Mu Chen's eyes suddenly lit up.

He almost roared, "What did you say?

The young man was frightened and said, "Yes, mine is done, I... I'm gone."

His people are gone.

The room was even darker.

Two people, a coffin.

The pitch-black coffin was like a messenger of seduction at the moment, and Mu Chen seemed to be able to see a face on the coffin smiling at him.

Murong Xia said, "Open it?"

Mu Chen said, "Who do you think is inside?"

Murong Xia said, "Although that guy said that Mr. Yan sent it, even if it is not Yan Xuetian in this coffin, it will never be Li Yixiao, let alone Lin Hongyue."

Mu Chen's heart was trembling, but his hands were shaking even more.

"Click"

The coffin opened.

Mu Chen really froze.

Murong Xia said, "Is it Yan Xuetian's corpse?"

Yes, it is indeed Yan Xuetian's corpse.

He lay quietly in the coffin.

His face was serene, as if he had fallen asleep.

But he did die.

His clothes were changed.

Mu Chen opened his clothes and saw seventy-seven forty-nine pinholes on his chest.

This is already his last bit of hope.

Mu Chen suddenly burst out laughing, and he laughed so loudly that the entire inn could hear it.

He started drinking again. He drank like crazy.

The wine had already flowed into his clothes, but he did not stop, and poured the whole jar of wine into his mouth.

No one could understand how much he wished he was drinking poison, drinking alcohol that would stimulate the toxins in his body.

As he drank, he wept.

His face had already been washed with wine ten times, and he couldn't tell which was tears and which was wine.

His eyes were red, and he shouted, "Come, give me wine, give me the hundred altars, and I will let you all die if there is one less altar."

He lay down beside the coffin like this, crying and drinking at the same time, I don't know how much he drank.

Love is really the cheapest thing in the world, and it is also expensive.

Some people can forget all their feelings for a little profit, but some people can sacrifice everything for love, including their lives.

People can have many friends in their lives, but how many are really engraved in their hearts?

If there really is such a person, then their friendship will surely shine through the ages.

At this time, there were already thunderstorms in the sky.

A bolt of lightning lit up the sky.

A moment of light just reflected on Lin Hongyue's face.

Reflecting his handsome and cold face.

He wrote something on rice paper with a pen.

His expression was solemn, and not a single fox was happy after breaking a tail.

He didn't expect that when Li Yixiao sent out the forty-nine Dugu needles, Yan Xuetian didn't dodge, but instead caught the forty-nine Dugu needles with his body.

It was precisely because of this that Li Yixiao felt surprised, so he was distracted.

Otherwise, Li Yixiao would not have died.

Lin Hongyue admired Yan Xuetian very much.

So he found a good coffin.

At this time, a man came from the rain.

It's the eldest grandson who has no face.

At this moment, he has become a big man with a black and yellow face, with a beard.

As soon as the eldest grandson entered the house, he said, "Things are going well"

Lin Hongyue nodded, his face was still gloomy, even darker than the sky.

The eldest grandson has never seen Lin Hongyue's expression.

He knew that Lin Hongyue was grieving for Li Yixiao's death, but he couldn't express it on his face.

Lin Hongyue said suddenly, "What about Li Yixiao's corpse?"

The eldest grandson said facelessly, "It's still in the lobby"

Lin Hongyue closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

The corners of his eyes twitched, and he only listened to him quietly say, "Go, choose a good day, with the highest specifications, the scenery is a big funeral, he is a man, an out-and-out man"

The eldest grandson nodded facelessly and bowed down.

Lin Hongyue looked at the rain outside the door, and a look of pain welled up in his eyes.

Suddenly, another flash of lightning reflected on his face again, and at the same time reflected the rice paper on the table.

――Relying on the king's words to seal the marquis, one will succeed and ten thousand bones will wither!