Rumble!

In the small courtyard, a strong wind rose.

The stone chairs and stone tables were swayed by the wind, and some of the planted trees were also shaking and falling leaves.

Mo Tianyu's face flushed, his pupils constricted, and he was in disbelief.

The people in the house, without even showing their faces, burst out with such a terrifying might, like immortals in the dust!

The huge pressure made Mo Tianyu's blood begin to coagulate.

Suddenly, he had the feeling that he was facing an angry master at this moment.

Mo Tianyu's strength is not weak, he is the Seventh Ring Grandmaster, at his age, it is not easy to have such strength, which is also his arrogant capital.

However, the strength of the Seven Rings Grandmaster, in the face of the palm that was slapped out of the house, was a kind of powerlessness to the extreme.

The clothes on Mo Tianyu's body were blown tightly against his body, and his hair was also fluttering back.

The palm of the light blue air current, the middle finger is stacked on the index finger, as if the sleeve is falling.

Boom!

There was an explosion.

Mo Tianyu's wine gourd exploded directly.

Blood spurted from the mouth and nose.

On the top of his head, the Confucianism Haoran Qi that he was proud of was dissipated by this finger, and his Haoran Qi that could easily suppress Jing Yue was like paper paste in front of this finger.

Click.

The incomparable pressure, like a towering mountain, fell on the top of Mo Tianyu's head.

pressed him, and his neck became bent.

Rumble!

The invisible wave of air exploded.

Mo Tianyu felt the ground under his feet explode, and sharp pain came from his body.

As soon as it was dark, only flesh and blood remained.

In the courtyard, the pressure of terror fell.

However, the wind slowly stopped......

Inside the yard.

Jing Yue's face was flushed, and he knelt on the ground with a sad face.

"Childe...... My own people!"

Jing Yue let out a roar of grievance with difficulty in his throat.

In the courtyard, the pressure suddenly subsided.

Jing Yue felt that the power that was pressing on him gradually moved away, and at this time, he could barely raise his neck.

The moonlight was sprinkled coldly.

The yard was a bit messy, with fallen leaves scattered all over the floor, and collapsed stone chairs.

However, what shocked Jing Yue the most was not these, but ...... In the center of the courtyard, a head exposed on the ground.

The master of that head is the first disciple of Confucianism who defeated him in one move...... Mo Tianyu!

Mo Tianyu at this moment.

The appearance is extremely miserable.

The previous wanton and arrogant, chic and romantic, has long been a thing of the past.

His whole body was slapped like a radish by a divine palm, and he was plunged into the ground.

Only one of his heads was left alone, and blood was spilling all around him.

Jing Yue gasped, and his whole body trembled slightly.

He was a little scared.

Fortunately, I surrendered decisively and directly enough, otherwise...... His fate is probably not much better than Mo Tianyu, who is half dead at this moment.

Childe's means...... It's unpredictable!

Mo Tianyu is a righteous Confucian seven-ring grandmaster.

One word can be judged that the wind and clouds have changed, and Haoran righteousness has shocked the world.

However, such a seven-ringing grandmaster who could almost walk sideways in the Great Zhou Dynasty ...... At this moment, it was slapped like a green onion.

Ning Zhao floated down, and the cold cicada wing sword exuded a radiant brilliance.

She looked at Mo Tianyu indifferently, without sympathy or pity.

He brought it all upon himself.

She admonished, but this Mo Tianyu relied on his strength and insisted on going his own way, and actually wanted to tell the fortune for his son.

In the end, it ended up in this miserable end.

However, Ning Zhao was a little surprised......

With the careful eyes of the son, he didn't kill Mo Tianyu.

Mo Tianyu's mouth and nose were bleeding, leaving only his head exposed to the ground, and his entire body was hit into the ground with a finger.

His consciousness was slightly blurred at the moment.

Lu Fan asked him if he had ever told his fortune.

Let's be honest...... Before Mo Tianyu left Beijing, he really calculated a hexagram for himself.

That hexagram is obviously auspicious......

Mo Tianyu thought of the hexagram at this moment, and he was sad from his heart, and he was happy...... What a fart!

At that moment, he walked in front of the gates of hell.

At this moment, he was obviously in severe pain, but his head was very clear.

He couldn't help but think of the time when the national teacher sat in a rocking chair in front of the library and talked to him about life and death.

Originally...... Death, it's really scary.

Mo Tianyu looked at the dark room.

From beginning to end, none of the people in the house appeared, not even showing their faces, but only said three words, and fell three pieces, and he fell into such a fate.

Mo Tianyu took a deep breath, but he let the blood pour into his throat and coughed directly.

The young master of Beiluolu ...... Is it really the power of gods and demons?!

"Childe, how to deal with this person?"

Ning Zhao held the cicada-winged sword, draped in moonlight, looked inside the room, and asked.

Jing Yue got up, took the sword back into the sword box, and couldn't help but lift his heart.

The room was quiet, pitch black as ink, and no light came out.

After a long time, a faint voice floated out.

"Killed. ”

The fluttering words lingered in the courtyard.

Ning Zhao's face did not change, holding the cicada's winged sword and his chin.

"Wow. ”

And Jing Yue was trembling.

This is Mo Tianyu, the first disciple of Confucianism...... The disciple of the Great Zhou National Teacher, Lu Fan's casual killing, isn't he afraid of causing the anger of the National Teacher?

Jing Yue opened his mouth, wanting to admonish Lu Fan.

However, the words reached the throat...... He coaxed.

In case he opened his mouth to admonish, Lu Fan felt that he was questioning his decision, and in a fit of anger, he killed him too, wouldn't it be a big loss?

Therefore, Jing Yue was very silent from the heart.

Ning Zhao's white skirt rolled up, the cicada's winged sword was raised, and the skin on her beautiful face was as delicate as white porcelain under the moonlight.

She rolled up her sleeves and raised her plain hands, planning to cut off Mo Tianyu's head like cutting leeks.

Suddenly.

Outside the house, a rickety black shadow fell instantly.

"Childe, never!"

Lao Huang fell to the ground, his heart was pounding, but he hurriedly shouted this hoarsely.

Ning Zhao's movements froze.

Outside the small courtyard, there was a sonorous sound.

Several figures burst into the courtyard at a rapid pace.

Lu Changkong was holding a helmet in one hand, wearing armor, and the other hand was on the long knife at his waist, with a cold temperament.

Luo Yue followed behind him.

When the two of them stepped into the courtyard, they saw Mo Tianyu's head on the ground in the moonlight.

Luo Yue and Lu Changkong were shocked, if it weren't for Mo Tianyu's neck twisting, they would have thought that Mo Tianyu's head had been cut off.

"Sister Ning, stop. ”

Inside the house, Lu Fan's words came out lightly.

He had actually sensed that Lu Changkong was coming.

"Fan'er, how are you doing?"

Lu Changkong looked inside the room and asked with concern.

As for Mo Tianyu, who was buried on the ground and only had a head left, he didn't care.

If Mo Tianyu didn't have a national teacher behind him.

The crime of breaking into the Lu Mansion at night alone was enough for Lu Changkong to behead him.

Inside the house.

There was a rustling sound.

Ning Zhao put away the cicada wing sword and entered the house.

Soon, he pushed the wheelchair out.

The cold moonlight shone on the young man with red lips and white teeth in a wheelchair.

"I'm tired of my father's thoughts, but today I am in a good mood and have a good time, but I am very happy. ”

In the wheelchair, Lu Fan chuckled.

in the yard.

Mo Tianyu finally met Lu Fan.

In the middle of that flip of the palm, he almost slapped his terrifying existence.

It turned out that he was such a frail teenager in a wheelchair, harmless to humans and animals, and as beautiful as jade.

Lu Changkong asked Lu Fan with concern for a long time.

Father and son, chatting in the moonlight.

As for that Mo Tianyu, it seemed to have been completely forgotten.

"Father, although this person is the first apprentice of the national teacher, but he disturbs the child's dreams, the death penalty can be avoided, and the living crime cannot be escaped...... Let him stay like this for a few days, and let the national teacher come to collect people in person. ”

"When the national teacher comes, he will be unearthed. ”

Lu Fan said lightly.

The words fell, leaving no room for negotiation, and let Ning Zhao push back into the room.

Lu Changkong smiled, and he didn't mean to break the siege for Mo Tianyu.

Glancing at it with a smile, Mo Tianyu, who was stuck in the ground like a green onion, left Lu Fan's courtyard with Luo Yue and Lao Huang, and when he left the courtyard, he asked Luo Yue to send a message to the coachman outside the door.

In the courtyard, Jing Yue was carrying the sword box, just relieved, and secretly rejoiced in his choice not to escape this time.

Suddenly, a faint voice lingered in Jing Yue, as if whispering in his ear.

A low voice, with no mistaking.

"Take care of him, look for you when he dies, and run away...... I will also look for you until the national teacher comes to lead the people. ”

......

In the room, the crumpled moonlight shone brightly.

Lu Fan sat cross-legged, his heart surging.

The appearance of Mo Tianyu can only be regarded as a small episode for him.

Tonight, he has business to do.

As soon as my mind moved, the system panel appeared in front of me.

His gaze shifted horizontally and landed on the [Pulpit] in the permission column.

"When the [Pulpit] is turned on, 1...... of Soul Strength will be automatically deducted"

Airplanes......

A prompt pops up.

In front of Lu Fan's eyes, a ray of light appeared again, and the suction force was so strong that it was irresistible.

When Lu Fan opened his eyes, he found himself sitting in the center of the gossip array of the preaching platform, and the viscous aura around him was slowly flowing.

Suddenly.

Lu Fan's eyebrows raised slightly.

But I saw a line of prompts pop up in front of me.

"Detection: Xiang Shaoyun (identity: Xijun Taishou) has successfully reached the second stage of the Qi Dan realm, and can be commissioned into 1 wisp of aura, is it a commission?"