Hearing Xia Muren's dying words, Bodhicitta widened his eyes and turned green with anger. Looking sideways at the several masters of the Yun Wangfu who were standing aside, seeing that their faces were strange, there was a bit of caution in their eyes, obviously Xia Muren's instigation had an effect, and Bodhicitta secretly cried bitterly: "It's bad! How could I do such a stupid thing!"

Although the Nine Palaces are engaged in the business of taking money to kill people, they have always adhered to the rules of the rivers and lakes, not killing babies, not destroying the whole family, not killing the virtuous, not killing the emperor's relatives and relatives...

This is the reason why although the Nine Palaces have killed many people for so many years, they will not be listed as an evil sect by the Jianghu people. Therefore, although the world knows that Zhang Suiguang is a member of the Nine Palaces, it does not affect his prestige and reputation in the rivers and lakes.

Bodhicitta has not changed for a while, thinking that Xia Muren is also going to die, it is better to let him end himself, and it can be regarded as the Nine Palaces have all the morality of the rivers and lakes and abide by the rules of the rivers and lakes. He never expected that Xia Muren would say such a thing before he killed himself. Knowing this, how could bodhichitta give him a chance to speak!

"Few, don't be fooled by him! The Nine Palaces and the Salt Gang have all been attached to the Yun Wangfu, so they are naturally absolutely loyal, how can they fight back? Everyone's hearts, please relax a little!" Bodhicitta explained to the leaders of the Yun Wangfu.

"Well, I'm not going to be fooled by his nonsense. Now that we've done it, let's go down the mountain and go back sooner!" one of the white-eyed old men replied with a smile. Although he said this, he put his hands behind his back and quietly made a martial law gesture. Everyone behind him watched it, and they all secretly gathered strength and clenched the blade in their hands.

Seeing that the people of King Yun's Mansion retreated to the side, they kept a distance from the people of the Nine Palaces and the Salt Gang, and they knew that it was impossible to sneak attack. However, Zhang Suiguang gave him a strict order, and after killing Xia Muren, the rest of the people in King Yun's Mansion could not stay. He tilted his head to look at Li Xueci, and saw that the other party nodded, and his mind was determined.

"Mr. Budong, then let's go back!" Bodhicitta smiled kindly at the white-eyed old man.

"Well, okay, let's leave it at that, let's go down the hill. He bowed his hand to bodhicitta and said. Although the people of the Nine Palaces and the Salt Gang have not yet shown hostility, they must definitely not be guarded against, and it is most stable to go down the mountain separately. He had just seen how terrifying the Nine Halls were, and it was not an exaggeration to say that each of them was a killing god. Xiang Budong has always been cautious, and he will not gamble with the lives of himself and the forty or fifty people behind him.

The corners of Bodhicitta twitched, and he cursed secretly, "Old ghost who is afraid of death!" But there was a smile on his face, "In this case, please take care of yourself!"

Xiang Budong nodded to Bodhicitta and Li Xueci respectively, and then said to the masters of King Yun's Mansion behind him: "Go down the mountain!" Before his words fell, he felt the wind ripple behind him, and hurriedly dodged to dodge, "Wow!" There were still three blood marks on his left back.

He froze and saw bodhicitta staring at him with his ghostly hand, which was still dripping with his own blood on the ground.

"Sure enough, it's a demon!" Xiang Budong was furious, and he stopped talking nonsense, picked up the long sword and killed it. In such a situation, if you want to survive, you can only fight your way. Behind the two of them, one hundred and sixty or seventy people had also been slaughtered, and the screams of misery came and went.

... ...

"Sword Court, where is the prince?" Zhou Xukuan almost rushed into Xia Muchao's camp.

Lu Jianting saw that he was sweating profusely, and his face was panicked, so he hurriedly replied: "The prince just went out, saying that he was taking a walk, and he will come back in a while." What happened? Why are you so frightened?" He has known Zhou Xukuan for more than ten years, and it is the first time he has seen him so uncalm.

Zhou Xu didn't have time to explain, grabbed Lu Jianting's wrist and said, "Take me to the prince, it's too late!"

"Okay, I'll take you there!" Lu Jianting didn't ask any more, and took him out of the tent camp quickly, running all the way to the foot of the stone mountain.

... ...

In the middle of June, the heat is in full swing, but the mountain is very cool. The breeze is blowing slowly, and it is so uncomfortable.

Life must be drunk when it is happy. Zhan Ming, Zhan Wei, and Mei Yuanchen are the first time that the brothers have gotten together, which is a rare happy event, so naturally they have to drink a few glasses. There are several stone pavilions in the Wuwei Palace, and there are stone tables and stone benches in each stone pavilion for pilgrims to play and rest. The three of them chose a stone pavilion on the cantilevered arm and sat down, drinking and chatting.

"Senior brother, it's rare for you to look back, but what's the matter?" Zhan Ming asked in a clear voice after putting down his wine glass. He was a brother and sister in love with Zhan, and when he saw that his face was worried, he opened his mouth to inquire.

Zhan Wei sighed heavily, and said worriedly: "I won't hide it from you. Last night, I was ordered to look for the stars, and I noticed an ominous omen. I still have doubts in my heart, and I want to go up the mountain to invite my teacher, but I don't want his old man to be among them. At this point, he lost his appetite for drinking, put down the wine glass in his hand, and shook his head gently.

"Oh, there is such a thing, junior brother has always been free and easy, what kind of bad luck is it, as for making you like this?" Zhan Ming leaned forward and asked again.

"Ziwei Star is dim, there is a meteor shower in the Inner Seat of the Five Emperors, if I am right, the emperor and several princes are in danger of their lives, and Dahua has never been able to disasters. Zhan Wei lowered his head and replied in a deep voice.

Mei Yuanchen had been listening to a lot of words, and then suddenly stood up and asked urgently: "Senior brother, is it true? My stepfather, he... Can you count him?" Xia Muchao, Xia Chengcan, and Xia Chengyi are all the closest people to him, and the stars show that several princes are involved, how can he not be in a hurry?

Zhan Wei raised his head and looked at Mei Yuanchen, with a look of shame, and replied softly: "Little junior brother, senior brother, my Taoism is still shallow, and it is really difficult to explore the details. There is a prince who has fallen recently, it will not be wrong, as for which one and which ones, I am afraid that only the master can identify it. It's a pity that the master is not here, or this dilemma can be solved. ”

Mei Yuanchen sat down dejectedly, his face gloomy.

"Little junior brother, the astrological signs indicate the destiny of heaven. The destiny of heaven cannot be violated, no matter what happens in the future, the junior brother should still take advantage of the situation!" Zhan Wei stretched out his hand and patted him on the shoulder, saying with deep meaning.

... ...

The sword is the king of a hundred soldiers, and the people of the world make the sword more than thousands?

However, the swordsmanship is as high as Yi Qilin, and he can't escape the shackles of sword moves. The sword is always a blade in their hands.

Qingxuan is different. His sword is just a killing weapon, and his move is just a killing move. If he draws his sword, it will only kill him.

Within a hundred zhang of the palace gate, the people are not allowed to hold weapons, this is the iron law of the Turkic country for more than 300 years, and those who violate it will be punished. The 800 ironclad soldiers guarding the palace gate were the executioners.

At the beginning of the morning, the market gradually became noisy. Qing Xuan came from the market, with a smile on his face, and walked towards the palace gate with his sword facing the morning light...