Shandong Road, Xiaogu Mountain, near the top of the mountain in an elegant pavilion, Yang Jue looked at the continuous heavy rain and was silent for a long time.

Beside him, Si Shengnan, the head of Qingshui Pavilion, was dressed in green clothes, obviously a bright beauty, but he was dressed as a man, sitting on the coffee table on the side, cooking tea quietly.

The fog brought by the heavy rain almost cut off the vision, making the scenery of the entire Xiaogu Mountain illusory, like a fairyland.

"Commander, this mountain rain is so heavy, I'm afraid I won't be able to walk for a short time. Liu Fengjian was dressed in a robe, and Yang Jue waved his hand and signaled to retreat.

Si Shengnan cooked the tea, handed it to Yang Jue's side and said: "Commander Yang, if there is no urgency, you can rest in this pavilion for a while, there are bamboo shoots, wild fruits, and wild food in the mountains, but the mountain is peculiar, except for the main road, no one can go." ”

Yang Jue thought for a long time before nodding: "Okay, just rest in this mountain for one night, and it's not too late to go down the mountain when the rain stops." Then he said to Liu Fengjian who was standing on the side: "Pass the order, and the teams will camp and rest." ”

For more than a month, the large and small sects of Shandong Province fought endlessly, and it was also the situation that was initially decided, Yang Jue was invited by Si Shengnan of Qingshui Pavilion to come to Xiaogushan as a guest, one, Si Shengnan's mountain gate is only Xiaogushan in this Shandong Province, and it may become a place for soldiers in the future, he Yang Jue naturally wanted to come over to personally investigate the terrain, and second, he did not forget that Zhou Zhe told him that there was a dragon armor of the demon dragon rider in this small lonely mountain, although he didn't know where it was, but he always had to come to search.

Under many reasons, Yang Jue came to Xiaogu Mountain, but he never thought that not long after he came, the mountain rain would not stop, the road was muddy, and there were more gatherings, and the road was more difficult to travel. Yang Jue, who was helpless, could only take hundreds of internal guards and a few gladiatorial masters to wait for the sky to turn better in this pavilion.

Although he was trapped, he was thinking in his mind, now that Shandong Dao was decided, he was trapped on the mountain, would it affect the situation?

But then he put this idea behind him, and the group of fake bandits had been almost wiped out by the Shandong Sect Alliance and the Hexi Sect Alliance, each with its own losses, but it was finally under control. Originally, the disciples of the Sword Sect had already controlled the areas of several state capitals, and even controlled several small sects to fight for the tiger.

Now these places are fragmented, and the places are also under the name of the Hexi Sect, so that they have a foothold to settle down and reassure people's hearts. He had already thought of the future, let the Hexi sect and Shandong's temporary alliance consume each other several times, and press the strength of Shandong Dao to a controllable range, so that Neiwei could truly become the arbiter of Shandong's contradictions.

If you camp troops in Xiaogushan and learn the Hexi policy, you will be able to firmly grasp the Shandong Dao in your hands, so that the Sword Sect will no longer be able to stretch out its claws. And the Shandong Horse Gang can continue to run horses and maintain trade routes in the future, and it can also become an intelligence line for the internal guards to connect Lingxiao Pavilion and the Sword Sect.

Compared with Zhou Zhe, Yang Jue's way of doing things is more sophisticated, and it is even more difficult to find anything to criticize. But it couldn't be as clean as Zhou Zhe, after all, the situation in Hexi at that time was different from Shandong Dao, Tianyu Pavilion was a Ming anti, and Shandong Dao was at most a fight against bandits. Even the fake bandits controlled the area of several state capitals, and they did not attack the city.

Everyone knows that occupying the mountain as the king and attacking the city are two concepts, and the Sword Sect does not have the confidence to fight in many directions, after all, there is a Lingxiao Pavilion with similar strength to them in the south.

Si Shengnan has been quietly cooking tea and mixing fragrances, although she is dressed as a male monk, she still does not look a little manly in front of Yang Jue, who has a half-inch short beard and a flamboyant appearance.

But superficial behavior can't hide her true strength. She was originally just the second daughter, and she was not called Si Shengnan, but Si Cuiwei, an obvious female name. In the future, it is even more impossible to inherit the head of the mountain sect, but to be married to other sects, with good luck, you have to be a good man, and if you are unlucky, you can only survive. Or as a tool to envelop the rivers and lakes and scatter cultivation, perhaps since birth, many women are just like her, just a tool person.

Originally, she didn't think about it so much, she didn't look forward to it so much, she just wanted to spend her life in peace, even if she found an ordinary disciple of the Dian Sect, as long as she still said the past, everything would be fine.

But this is the world of the strong, and she can't afford to expect anything from her, his father, his brother, actually wants her to marry a bad old man whose dead wife is over sixty years old, and the purpose is just to let the disciples of Qingshui Pavilion join the battle group of the first-class sect of Shandong Dao, to assist them to become stronger, so that Qingshui Pavilion can drink some leftovers when that first-class sect gains benefits.

The old man has already had nine wives dead, will Si Cuiwei be the tenth if he goes? If a disciple of a sect doesn't check what the situation is in their family, there won't be so many stories later. When the news came, Si Cuiwei knew what despair was, this old and immortal bad old man couldn't do it at all, in addition to serving as a façade when he married a wife, it was to use these women to envelop the rivers and lakes he recruited, to satisfy their ridiculous vanity, after all, we slept with the lady in charge, and she was still the daughter of Qingshui Pavilion.

Some of his wives committed suicide because they didn't listen to the bad old man's arrangement, while some were directly tortured to death.

"Mother, didn't my father and eldest brother push me into the fire pit?" Si Cui cried slightly, begging her mother to pull her at the last moment.

But the answer she got was so ridiculous, her mother just looked at her lovingly: "The daughter should get married, and the words of the parents who ordered the matchmaker to be the concubine, those are all rumors, and they can't be true." Hello rest, tomorrow's mission is coming. ”

In the end, all she was left with was the creak of the door shutting and the coldness of the moonlight.

Will she surrender to fate? Obviously not, but fate played a big joke on her, the door was locked by her mother's own hands, and then she thought about it, even if she fled, with her third-order level, where would she be able to escape? If she can't get out of this little lonely mountain, she will be arrested.

The second day of marriage went on as usual amid a jubilant congratulations, and when she saw the lewd expressions on the faces of the disciples who received the kiss and escorted them through the red hijab, she already knew the answer, and at this moment, she was only half a step away from the fire pit. All the way for nearly a hundred miles, she spoke softly, even in the face of the meat jokes of the greeting envoys and loose cultivators, she could face them calmly.

This made the others defenseless against her, and this was her chance to survive.

"My husband is young and doesn't do things well, and this is the wine I brought from my mother's house, and it is brewed in bamboo in the mountains. Everyone, please smile. Si Cuiwei's attitude, at first, just made the greeting envoys think that this girl was deceived by her family, how could there be any young husband. Even so, I drank the wine with care, nothing happened at all, and the wine was surprisingly good.

The next day, resting, the same wine was served, the same words, the same beauty smiled. The crowd laughed again.

I know that there is no doubt in everyone, but this time there is something in the wine. It's not a sweat pill or something, it's a poison that seals the throat with blood. By this time, there was no way back.

One or two, without exception, those who drank the wine fell to the ground, and those who were not qualified to sit at the table or those who did not drink were stunned, and the spearhead was also pointed at Si Cuiwei, who delivered the wine.

At this time, Si Cuiwei had already lifted the hijab by herself and asked, "They were indeed killed by me." I still have a poison in my mouth, and I don't need your hands to do it. But my death means that you Wanghailou and my Qingshui Pavilion will break up from now on, and even start a war. ”

At this moment, everyone was already in shock, and they never thought that this soft and weak woman would already have the heart to die.

Si Cuiwei continued: "Although my Qingshui Pavilion is only a third-rate sect, there are only a few hundred disciples. It is definitely not Wanghailou's opponent to fight. But think about it, if there is a war, you will be the pawns of Wanghailou, and when the time comes, how many people will be able to live? And because the marriage is not successful, the sect will be destroyed, will Yang Jue's internal guards destroy you? Even if you are a loose cultivator, in the face of the internal guard roundup, where can you go? Be a lost dog for the rest of your life?"

Saying this, a group of disciples and cultivators who surrounded her in the middle of Wanghailou were all thinking about this, and finally looked at each other, in a dilemma. Because they found that what Si Shengnan said was not false at all, even if they won Qingshui Pavilion, they were just pawns, and if they really recruited the internal guards, I am afraid that none of them would be able to escape.

"What do you say?" someone who had already asked this sentence with insufficient mental capacity, and the others were also expecting Si Cuiwei to give an answer.

Si Cuiwei showed her eloquence for the first time, and withstood strong psychological pressure, fortunately, the sleeves of her wedding dress were very long, but fortunately, her wedding dress was red, which could hide the red blood flowing from the broken porcelain piece in her hand.

She looked at everyone and said, "Now, you can set up this place as a weapon fighting site, and then go out and set fire to this inn, and then everyone just needs to keep their mouths shut and say that they started a fire in order to get me drunk, even if your head Qi Sanshan knows the truth, he will not start a war, and I don't need to say which is the greater sin of killing a few disciples to disperse cultivation and destroying the sect?"

Yes, but a few people died, as long as the face is still alive, who wants to fight endlessly, there is no oil and water when the Qingshui Pavilion is laid, and it will also have to face the trial of the internal guards and the accountability of the world's sects, weighing the pros and cons Everyone knows how to choose.

At this moment, many disciples who came back to their senses had already moved, and Si Cuiwei's hands were so painful that they were almost numb, if it weren't for the rouge gouache makeup, her face would probably be as pale as paper.

After working for a long time, the fire in the inn was lit, Si Cuiwei looked at the raging fire in his wedding dress, and the others had solemn faces, and then someone raised a question: "Miss Si, you should also go to hell, kill so many of us, it won't be so cheap for you, anyway, there will be no proof of death when the time comes, and your father and brother who kowtow won't do anything with us!"

A loose cultivator was angry that his brother was poisoned, drew a knife, and was about to slash Si Cuiwei with one sword.

And Si Cuiwei, who was facing the fire, just tilted his head sideways and glanced at the man coldly: "My maid is gone, haven't you noticed?"

"What, what's my business!" a loose cultivator raised his knife and was about to slash.

Si Cuiwei continued: "My maid will take the story I told her, and will go to Linhai City, and if she can't receive the secret message I gave her in three days, she will reveal the secret here to the world. Then he said in an even more contemptuous tone: "Of course, there is also Qi Sanshan's ridiculous family affairs. And when the time comes, even if I die, the entire Wanghai Tower will become a joke among all the sects of Dasheng. As for you, what will Qi Sanshan do in his anger? When the time comes, you will come to my funeral sooner or later. ”

Yes, everyone must have a fig leaf, and the sect is no exception, staying in a provincial road for 100 years, who still doesn't know the details of the other party? But if you really pull it all out and put it on the bright side, it will be a situation of endless death, who told you to pick up the last pants of others?

In the silence, the disciples and casual cultivators of Wanghailou could only hear the crackling sound of the small inn, watching the shadow of this peerless woman dressed in red swaying in the firelight.

How had they ever seen such a woman, even if they had resisted them, it was only a futile struggle of sheep, and what was this now?

There are no words to describe today's events, in fact, they just don't want to face it. When Si Cuiwei threw the poison into the wine, she was ready to die, and they were eager to live all the time.

Death is life and death, but self-reliance. Si Cuiwei did it, she was already stronger than the people behind her, and as a result, she survived.