Zhao Ji was forcibly taken down the mountain by Zhao Yi, and he was in a hurry, and he couldn't care so much, just thinking about leaving this place of right and wrong as soon as possible. After all, this is the Manichaean sphere of influence, and every moment is in crisis, and it has to be treated with caution.

Zhao Jiren was taken away, and his heart was still worried about Nangong Yuluo, with a sad face. Zhao Ru saw that his brother was worried, and panted and said: "Brother Huang, don't think about it, things have developed like this, you can't be together, and she won't leave with you, so forget it!" ”

Zhao Ji sighed: "Thirteenth brother, I've hurt you!" ”

He knew that Zhao seemed to be fighting against Fang La for his own sake, and he was seriously injured, and forcibly took himself out of Yunxin Temple, and he was worried about the Manichaean pursuers along the way, so he didn't dare to rest more, and he looked tired.

How high Fang La's martial arts are, not to mention them, they also know that even if they avoid the vital parts and forcibly restrain their strength, it is not something that the thin Nangong Yuluo can resist, and besides, he vomits blood and is unconscious.

Zhao Ji glanced back at the steep mountain peak behind him, sighed lonely, and then helped Zhao Qi to leave, leaving this place that made him full of memories but heartbroken.

In the end, Zhao Ji still had some regrets in his heart, like a needle pricking his heart, but he turned around helplessly and left, just because the injuries on Zhao Ji's body were urgent and had to be dealt with immediately.

Zhao Ji and Nangong Yuluo met in a few short times, but they fell in love with each other, like a destined fate in the dark, but unfortunately this relationship could not make it blossom and bear fruit, and it did not bloom but withered.

Since then, Zhao Ji and Zhao Qi have never set foot in this place again, let alone inquire about Fang La's news, nor have they leaked their base like the imperial court, and even the local officers and soldiers have not revealed it.

However, Zhao seemed to be seriously injured and returned, which still caused a lot of turmoil in the capital, and also made him lose the qualification to compete for the heir to the throne, which was irrelevant to him, let alone cared.

Zhao Ji returned to Beijing to restore his life and informed the Empress Dowager Yu that Fang La refused to recruit An, did not want to be bound by the rules of the imperial court, and only wanted to wander on the rivers and lakes, but did not reveal his identity, let alone say that Zhao seemed to be injured by Fang La.

First, Zhao Ji felt ashamed of Fang La, and he was once a righteous brother, thinking of the old relationship, and was unwilling to report it truthfully; Second, Nangong Yuluo's life and death are unknown, he hopes that Nangong Yuluo is safe and sound, and he doesn't want to bother more, so he doesn't want to tell the truth.

Then, the court dispute also ended, and Zhao Ji was appointed as the ninth emperor of the Great Song Dynasty with a tough attitude towards the Empress Dowager, that is, Huizong.

"Brother Huang, after so many years, can't you still forget her?" Zhao seemed to come quietly, and when he saw Zhao Ji looking at the person in the painting in a daze, he couldn't help but sigh: "He also said that she is gone, why bother!" ”

Song Huizong Zhao Ji slowly rolled up the scroll in his hand and said in a deep voice: "Thirteenth brother, you said that if the two of us hadn't been there, I wouldn't have met her, let alone let her die!" ”

Zhao seems to know that after so many years, his brother still can't let go, he shook his head helplessly, and didn't say anything more, some things really can't be explained.

"In a few hours, he will be executed by Ling Chi! ......," Zhao Ji muttered to himself.

Zhao Ru said: "Yes, the grievances between us and him should also be resolved!" What I didn't expect was his ambition, why did he swell so much, vainly trying to subvert the imperial court, if it weren't for Lao Jiu leading the troops to fight, I was afraid that he would really be able to take advantage of it! ”

"Brother Huang, tomorrow will be killed, do you want to send more soldiers? His identity is special, and he is afraid that those who are unwilling will take the opportunity to come! ”

"No need!" Song Huizong Zhao Ji shook his head and said: "We are all old, there are some things that don't have to be fought over, with his resourcefulness, it is impossible for all the Manichaeans to participate, and there will inevitably be some forces left, and these people will not be able to shake the Great Song Dynasty, so let them go!" We have a thorough understanding of his grievances! ”

At the same time, Fang La finished drinking, stunned, didn't know what to think, and heard a burst of footsteps, whispering: "It is worthy of father and son, father is gone, son is here......"

"The king of the county came to see me, a person who committed trouble, and was not afraid that others would know?"

Fang La didn't turn around, just by the sound of footsteps, he judged that the person who came was Zhao Gou, slightly surprised, and then relieved, he knew that Fang La's martial arts were strong, even if the internal force was sealed and no force was allowed, some things still existed.

After Zhao Gou drank with everyone, he came to the Heavenly Prison Land alone, wanting to meet him, just because he had some doubts and needed him to answer.

"I have something I want to ask the sect leader, I wonder if I can agree?"

Zhao Gou explained his intention straight to the point, which was unexpected by Fang La. Fang La knew that it was impossible for Zhao Gou to come for no reason, presumably there must be something to ask, but he didn't expect it to be so direct, and he called him the sect leader, thinking: "He knows that I am the head of the Manichaean sect?" ”

It wasn't strange for him to think about it, it must have been Zhao Ji and Zhao Ru who said it. In fact, Zhao Gou knew that his identity was learned in later generations, not by his father, and he came here today for this matter.

"Sect Master, with your skills, you will definitely not let the entire sect participate in it, there must be a backhand!" Zhao Gou said eloquently, Fang La's eyes changed and changed, and the words changed and said: "These don't matter to me, and I don't need to worry about them taking action, the thing I came to ask today is, what is the relationship between you and my father?" ”

"You want to know why you didn't ask Zhao Ji in person?" Fang Lafu said with a smile.

Zhao Gou was silent, if he really asked, then he would really be uninteresting. Although there was no evidence, Zhao Gou was still a little suspicious, guessing that Fang La had a connection with his father.

Since Fang La was tight-lipped and unwilling to reveal half a point, Zhao Gou was helpless and left in a huff. Fang La didn't turn around from beginning to end, and didn't turn around until Zhao Gou turned to leave, looking at his back thoughtfully.

"Zhao Ji gave birth to an amazing son!" Fang La's eyes were a little appreciative, and he remembered Zhao Gou's question, and wondered, "How does he know about my relationship with them?" ”

Fang La frowned tightly, silent, he couldn't see through Zhao Gou, his intuition told him that the Zhao Gou in front of him had a maturity and stability that did not match his age, and his martial arts were even more unfathomable than his own, thinking of his future achievements, his face showed a dignified look.

Even though he was puzzled, Fang La had no time to care about anything else, just because the time when he was executed was getting closer and closer.

At noon, Fang La was escorted to the execution ground, the iron shackles of his hands and feet made a heavy sound, he thought about it all night and still didn't understand, the guards on both sides took him away expressionlessly, and came directly to the noon gate.

Fang La stood proudly, preferring to die rather than kneel to be tortured, Zhao Gou remembered that he was a hero, so he fulfilled his wish and let him stand and be punished.

When three o'clock in the afternoon came, the executioner took out the sharp blade, sprayed a sip of liquor, and began the execution. Ling Chi's execution was a kind of severe torture, a real thousand cuts.

The executioner's expression was indifferent, he must be a skilled veteran, and if he was a novice, it would be really painful. The executioner came to Fang La's body, went down with a knife and directly cut a piece of flesh on the anterior major muscle, dripping with blood, and then threw it into the sky, and then cut the flesh skin on the prisoner's head, drooped down to cover his eyes, blocking Fang La's cold gaze, and then cut it one by one.

Zhao Gong, as the official of this beheading, was also the first time to see such a punishment, and frowned, the people had already scattered, frightened by the scene in front of them, and even children were scared to cry.

Even though the flesh on Fang La's body was cut off one by one, he didn't cry out in pain, nor did he beg for mercy. When the executioner executes again, he can't let the prisoner die, which is definitely a superb technique.

The execution process lasted for three full hours, Fang La had already died after receiving 458 knives, and had already turned into a pile of flesh and mud, and it was impossible to distinguish whether it was flesh and blood or white bones.