"General Xu, I want to go out. ”

Xu Yun looked at General Mo who was in a low posture in front of him, and his face was embarrassed.

He was originally a pure-hearted person with few desires, and he did not ask for much in his life, only the word "self-cultivation", so he also knew some piano paths, and a poignant piano sound sounded in the courtyard, and when Xu Yun stopped to listen, he also faintly heard some sounds outside the strings.

He had heard of this song, called Lige, which was rumored to have been composed by a woman in a green house, and told the story of the separation of two lovers. But it popped out in Mo Jun's hand, and the strings in it were not only the separation of lovers, but also a hint of other flavors, but Xu Yun still couldn't understand it.

But a sense of foreboding surged in his heart, and sure enough, Mo Jun came out to look for him soon after.

"General, this ......" After getting along these days, Xu Yun still has some sense of identity with this general, but he agrees with the nobleman, he still has a mission, and some things can't be played.

But Mo Jun's eyes were very firm, and Mei Sanniang told him a piece of news, she said that it was inadvertently revealed by listening to Yu Wenhong and their drunken gaffes at the wine table.

King Wei Shengyou of Qi was imprisoned in the Imperial Court, His Majesty rarely showed his face in the palace, and the prince and general were grounded, so the Yuwen clan began to slowly purge the court, and Yang Kai was even more difficult to protect.

Finally, Yuwen's butcher's knife was raised to Wei Shengyu, and they wanted to disadvantage him. Mei Sanniang also said that Yu Wenhong had laughed unbridledly, and said that Wei Shengyou still wanted to see Mo Jun, but it was impossible for him to see him when he died.

And Mei Sanniang's words touched Mo Jun, Wei Sheng treated him for kindness and reconstruction, and he was also a teacher and friend, no matter what, he would not watch Wei Sheng You suffer and ignore it, so he took the initiative to find Xu Yun.

"General Xu, please be accommodating this time. ”

Xu Yun sighed and said, "General, please don't embarrass your officials." ”

"Why are you so rigid in your brain!" Li Mujun shouted as he hid to the side. She was wandering around the yard, and she was happy when she heard that her son-in-law wanted to go out, so she joined the battle to persuade Xu Yun.

Xu Yun shook his head with a wry smile and explained: "This is called rigidity, now that the situation in Beijing is chaotic, if the general stays honestly, no matter how big Yuwen's heart is, he will not dare to put his hand here." If the general wants to go out, it will be a matter of telling the truth and asking for trouble, once he is stabbed, His Majesty will be in trouble, and no one can afford to take it. ”

Li Mujun listened to it and wanted to refute it, but he felt that what Xu Yun said was reasonable, and he couldn't speak, so he hung his head and hung his head.

Mo Jun suddenly realized: "What General Xu said is reasonable, if General Xu lets me out, it will affect General Xu!"

"That's not what Xia Guan meant. Xu Yun emphasized, how could he misinterpret his own meaning as a general in his heart, how could he misinterpret his own meaning, he didn't care much about his own gains and losses.

A sinister smile crossed the corner of Mo Jun's mouth: "What if I insist on going out?"

Xu Yun was stunned for a moment, suddenly felt a numbness in the back of his neck, his head suddenly felt like a thousand pounds, his eyes fell to the ground as soon as his eyes were black, and there was only a cold voice left in his ears before he lost consciousness.

"If I want to go, no one will stop me. ”

Only then did he recall that this low-key and indisputable general on weekdays was a colorless realm, and he had also cut Tai Chi.

In the summer, the cold wind howls.

The sky was dark again, and Zhang Busheng looked up at the sky, inexplicably sad.

That day, after the bloodbath of the Imperial Court Division, the guards of the Imperial Court Division were lost by nearly one-third, and Zhang Busheng relied on his tenacious will to pick up a life, but he also lay in bed until today and just returned to work.

And the garrison of the Imperial Court Division has not been replenished in time, and at a glance, it looks a little sparse and desolate.

Each of them had a tired face and a fear and hatred for the masked man. They don't know much about some things, and even fewer have seen the general himself, so combined with some rumors, to them, the masked man is Mojun nine times out of ten.

At least that's what Yuwensu said to them.

"Cheer up!" Zhang Busheng shouted, but his momentum was insufficient, in fact, he himself had no energy.

In prison, King Qi Wei Shengyou was imprisoned, and this person's deterrence to them was too great, so they couldn't bear to be heavy-handed during interrogation, but fortunately, Yuwen treated him well.

Zhang Busheng yawned and rubbed his eyes, but suddenly saw a white figure appear outside the door.

Zhang Busheng was stunned for a moment, rubbed it vigorously, and looked over in disbelief.

One man and one sword, white clothes and white robes, and the demon mask on his face, except for the color of the clothes of the Fudo Ming King on that day, the rest are the same.

Zhang Busheng gasped, clenched the long sword in his hand, and stopped in front of the man. The garrison on the side was also full of solemnity, as if facing a great enemy.

"What people!" With a burst of agitation, all the guards outside the prison surrounded them, and their swords were rattling. But the uncontrollable trembling of their bodies could not hide the fear in their hearts, if it weren't for that, they would have been killed long ago.

The visitor replied with two words lightly: "Mojun." ”

"What are you doing again!" Zhang Busheng roared loudly, wanting to use this to strengthen his courage and dispel the gloom in everyone's hearts, and at the same time did not forget to glance at a small soldier next to him, meaning to let him call someone.

Mo Jun unceremoniously took down the little soldier with a single sword, but it didn't hurt his life. Then Mo Jun stared at Zhang Busheng and said, "I just want to see His Royal Highness the King of Qi, I have no other meaning, let the general go." ”

When Zhang Busheng heard this, he stopped in front of Mo Jun even more resolutely: "Aren't you grounded by Your Majesty?

Mo Jun shook his head.

"How dare you go out without permission and break into the Imperial Court!" Zhang Busheng said sharply, his long sword was unsheathed, and he raised his arms and shouted: "Take down this person!"

Mo Jun raised his eyebrows coldly, looked at the defenders who rushed up, and sighed.

"Why doesn't it make sense?"

But anyway, he doesn't have a good impression of the people of the Imperial Court.

Stepping on the snow out of the sheath, the sword body is cold, reflecting the cold light, the sword gang raised a gust of cold wind, and where it passed, the defenders of the Imperial Court Division were beaten and collapsed.

"Where is His Royal Highness King Qi locked up!" Mo Jun grabbed a person casually, and in the eyes of the poor defenders, the evil ghost in front of him became more and more hideous, as if he wanted to eat people, and under the horror, he was so frightened that he foamed at the mouth, and fainted with a tilt of his head.

Mo Jun sighed, grabbed another person, and asked repeatedly, but the psychological quality of this second person is not very good.

After more than a dozen times, finally a person trembled all over, barely carried it without fainting, and pointed in with a trembling hand: "The innermost, underground, alone." ”

"If you say no, you'll be fine. Mo Jun took a deep breath and lifted the defender and smashed it back, setting off a powerful wave of qi, pouring out with a devastating momentum, instantly hitting everyone behind him.

Immediately after that, Mo Jun raised his arm, and a white flame seemed to condense in his palm, bursting in the air, sweeping away thousands of troops with one blow.

Most of them were directly beaten to death, and a few stubborn ones were also lying on the ground, wailing again and again, looking at the entire Imperial Division, no one could stand.

Poor Zhang Busheng's old injuries have not healed, and new injuries have been added, and the last thought in his mind before losing consciousness is how to always encounter this kind of monster after becoming an official, it is better to go home and farm!

And Mo Jun glanced coldly with his divine sense, and saw that no one could fight again, so he put away the snow, gently dusted his sleeves, his white robe flew, and walked towards the underground prison in a chic manner.

It's just that as soon as he walked in, he faintly noticed that something was wrong.

The prison door didn't seem to be locked, and a small opening opened with a slight push, and the door was quiet and infiltrating, was there still a yin wind coming, and there was a faint smell of blood in the air.

Mo Jun narrowed his eyes, clenched the blade in his hand, and rushed in.

The prison was terriblely dark, and by the glimmer of moonlight that came in through the door, I found that the brazier that had been standing in the aisle had fallen to the ground and extinguished the fire, and on the ground I could vaguely see several people in official uniforms lying on the ground, and the smell of blood became even stronger.

Mo Jun stepped forward to probe their snorts, and found that they were no longer breathing, and when they touched their bodies, there was still a trace of residual heat, as if they had just died.

He realized that something was wrong, this prison was a place where the king of Qi was held alone, and the guards here had all suffered accidents, and the king of Qi was ......

A nameless fire jumped up, Mo Jun gritted his teeth and warned himself not to think about it, but his heart was still pounding, desperately hitting his heart, and the sound of collision was particularly harsh in this silent underground.

Turning a corner, I came to the deepest part, but fortunately there was still a fire here.

There was no King Qi at the end, but there was a black shadow with his back to him, as if he felt the arrival of Mo Jun, the black shadow slowly turned around, and the masked face seemed to let out a sneer.

Mo Jun unconsciously oozed cold sweat from his forehead, he couldn't be more familiar with this person.

In the dream, he was killed by him countless times, the sharp blade, the cold chill, and the sound of the blood dripping from the tip of the sword falling on the bluestone slab were all so real and clear.

Everything is already close at hand, like falling into a dream.

And Mojun doesn't believe in dreams.

"Who are you?" Treading Snow came out of the sheath again, and Mo Jun stared coldly at the black-robed man in front of him.

The black-robed man didn't answer, didn't even move.

Mo Jun's expression became even more serious, and he asked again, "Where is His Royal Highness King Qi?"

The black-robed man still didn't answer, as if someone had cast a spell on him, and stood there stiffly.

Seeing this, Mo Jun didn't say anything more, and the aura of his whole body skyrocketed, and the aura surged out along his meridians, attached to the snow treading sword blade. Then Mo Jun's figure blew up like the wind, and the sword light flashed, and a sword slashed straight at the black-robed man.

The black-robed man still didn't move.

The long sword fell, and to Mo Jun's surprise, the black-robed man was split in half from head to toe without even the slightest resistance. But when the sword fell, it didn't feel real at all, it felt like it was weak on cotton, and there was no blood splashing on the black-robed man's body, but his body turned into a phantom, and then floated into the air.

"Phantom?"

Mo Jun was stunned for a moment, and in disbelief he reached out and tried to touch the phantom, but in vain.

As the phantom dissipated, the body of King Qi appeared under the iron prison.

Dressed in tattered white prison clothes, with his hands and feet cuffed in black chains, he was now slumped against the wall, his head hanging low, his long messy hair swaying in the wind.

And in his belly, there is a sword.