"Ran'er, you are still young, you don't know the sinister hearts of people, listen to your father's words, get up quickly, don't kneel, see you pleading for a heinous criminal, my father feels uncomfortable." Murong He continued to coax Murong Qingran with his usual rhetoric, perhaps in his eyes, a ten-year-old girl was naturally easy to deceive, his eyes were soft, like a loving father who doted on his daughter, and said to the left and right guards, "Help Miss Fifth to get up." ”

It's better to say than to sing, what a hypocrite. Murong Qingran's little hands were clenched tightly, and her small body trembled angrily, but she couldn't say anything, she could only kneel on the ground angrily, even though she knew that kneeling like this to intercede for Qi Ke was only Murong He's anger, but she couldn't do anything except kneel and beg Murong He at the moment.

The bloodline is noble, the identity of the descendant, the two things that once made Murong He inferior, are now all abandoned by her, of course, she knows that her uncle Murong He is happy in her heart.

"Fifth Miss, I'm offended." The guards of Jiyang Houfu dragged Murong Qingran up one by one and restrained her.

"Little girl, get up, don't kneel him! He doesn't deserve it! Qi Ke struggled to hold the ground with one hand, and said weakly, "Little girl, if I had known you a few years ago, maybe I would have lost my way back a long time ago." Thank you. "Even a ten-year-old girl can live so strongly, he is a dignified seven-foot man, what else can't he bear, won't he be picked off his hands and feet, and be a waste, as long as he is alive, he has hope to escape.

"Don't, don't ......" Murong Qing burst into tears, and struggled forward several times, but was stopped by the guards.

Han Sheng's long sword stabbed at Qi Ke, only to see the sound of the sword, accompanied by Qi Ke's painful wail, Murong Qingran couldn't bear to look at it, and he didn't dare to open his eyes to see that a living person was picked off by life and cut off his meridians, such pain, life is worse than death.

Mr. Qi, Dye Er will avenge you, definitely!

Anger, unwillingness, resentment in the heart...... Qi Qi swelled up, Murong Qingran bit her lip and bleed, and when the little phoenix eyes heard Qi Ke's last low howl, she finally opened it, and this look, her eyes were full of blood and sadness.

What a ruthless, cruel method!

Murong He, one day, I will definitely cut off the meridians and remove the bone marrow, so that you can't survive or die!

The next moment, Murong Qingran's small body could no longer withstand the blow and fainted.

And Qi Ke in front of the Queshan Temple, the meridians of his hands and feet were broken, and he couldn't move, like a living dead, paralyzed to the ground.

"Go home." Murong He withdrew his sword, picked up Murong Qingran, and walked down the mountain.

Qi Ke, who was tortured to death, was dragged down the mountain by the guards of the Jiyang Marquis Mansion.

After Murong He left with a large number of soldiers, at the foot of the mountain, Xiao Yan appeared with the Thirteenth Prince, Xiao Yan felt guilty on his face, and said in a low voice, "Little Uncle, will it be too despicable for us to do this." "Luring Murong He to Queshan and then arresting Qi Ke, although Qi Ke deserves it, Murong He's cruel methods are really outrageous.

The thirteenth prince said coldly, "Such a crooked and evil way, everyone will be punished, and the woman must not be benevolent." Xiao Yan, don't forget, that is a thief in the rivers and lakes, a thief who has killed countless people, even if he dies, he is to blame. Let's go, let's hurry back, Master has already settled in the inn in front, this year's Dilung Mountain Daomen Conference, invite Master to preside, Master doesn't like the lively scene, most of it is you and me to do it. ”

There are 36 caves and 72 blessed lands in Daomen Qingxiu, and the Earth Lung Mountain is the first blessed land of the Daomen, although Qi Mountain is not among these, it has always been on par with the Earth Lung Mountain, and even higher than the status of the Earth Lung Mountain. The head of the Earth Lung Mountain is the senior brother of the master of Qi Mountain, but the head of the Earth Lung Mountain is over the age of old, which shows how high the master of Qi Mountain is, but almost all the disciples of the Dao Sect are his juniors, or even disciples and grandchildren.

After hearing this, Xiao Yan was overjoyed, "It is an honor for my master and nephew to meet those highly respected seniors of my Daomen. Uncle Junior, I listen to you. ”

"Without further ado, let's go." The Thirteen Sons flew on their horses.

Xiao Yan hesitated, and then looked at Magpie Mountain.

The thirteenth prince reprimanded, "There are so many women in the world, if you like it, in a few days, this son will give you a few more beautiful women in Jiangnan, and the appearance will never be under Bai Min." ”

was reprimanded by a thirteenth prince who was much younger than himself, although Xiao Yan was respectful on his face, he was unconvinced in his heart, the little uncle was only sixteen years old, how could he understand the affairs of men and women, if he knew one day, he would definitely understand his difficulties.

That's it, with Uncle Shi and Zu here, how far can Min'er go, Xiao Yan smiled bitterly in his heart, and also flew on the horse.

Drive......

The two good horses left Queshan one after the other, and on the view of Queshan, the ethereal sound of bell chime came from far behind them.

The mountain wind is cold, and the grass and trees are solemn.

It's as if nothing has happened here, and it's still an inaccessible view of Queshan Mountain. Holding the dust, Hao Guan sat quietly under the statue of the Taoist Ancestor Taishang Laojun, reciting the Taoist scriptures and concentrating on cultivation. It's just that suddenly, thinking of the anger in the eyes of the ten-year-old girl, as well as the curse of 'burning all the world's Daomen', he subconsciously shook his body and recited the sentence "Immeasurable Heavenly Venerable." ”

A large number of officers and soldiers retreated, away from Queshan, and returned to Qizhou City.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way!"

The soldiers in front opened the way, and beat the gong and drum, "Jiyang Hou will eliminate harm for the people, and personally lead the troops to capture a thief who kills people without blinking!" ”

Every ten steps, the gongs and drums sounded, and the soldiers said the same thing.

When the people on the street heard the news, they all watched and praised Murong He as a rare and good marquis.

The prisoner car drove all the way down the street to the Yamen of the Qizhou Governor's Mansion, and Murong He handed over Qi Ke to Lord Zheng to deal with. It stands to reason that Murong He can kill Qi Ke with a sword to dissipate the anger in his heart. But Murong He grabbed Qi Ke with such a great momentum and caught it, if he was executed privately, one would be contrary to the laws of the imperial court, and the other was that Murong He was a well-known benevolent and righteous marquis in Qizhou, so he didn't need to do more to kill a wasted person.

Zheng Zhifu saw that the yacha escorted Qi Ke over, smiled and bent the corners of his eyebrows, caught the thief of the rivers and lakes who was the party to the disaster, it was a great achievement, if this thief is a famous villain in the world, it is his political achievement, and when he plays this matter to the court, the court will inevitably reward him, and for the prince of Qi, he can also make a difference.

"Prison in jail!" Governor Zheng immediately gave an order and threw Qi Ke into a dim and damp prison.

And Qi Ke has never come out again.

Since then, the thief who is feared by everyone in the rivers and lakes has disappeared.

But the rivers and lakes are still not calm.

After Murong Qingran returned to the Jiyang Hou Mansion, no matter how Murong He coaxed him, scolded her, and reprimanded her, she still didn't speak again, but sat under the wooden hibiscus tree in the courtyard of the Jiyang Hou Mansion every day, silent.