The ghost road stepped forward to greet Zhu Cihuan, and Cheng Qiran on the side looked ashamed. Look at the ghost road, all the brothers were taken down the mountain, but they themselves were not able to protect themselves, and they almost became pure prisoners.

When Zhu Cihuan saw that his subordinates were lying on the wheelbarrow, his expression of joy immediately became very depressed. Cheng Qiran carefully observed the appearance of Tu Chengyan and the others, and found that everyone was poisoned.

The white king ordered the wizard of Baijiazhai to come and find out, and the wizard said a few words. The White King nodded frequently.

Zhu Cihuan looked at the White King, not knowing why. Seeing the anxious mood of Zhu Cihuan, Cheng Qiran and others, the White King smiled and said, "The third master doesn't have to worry, the poison in the heroes of the family is the flower poison of the mandala. I have an antidote here, the third master just rest assured. ”

Zhu Cihuan heard the white king say this, and a heart fell in his stomach.

The white king was right, the wizard took out some medicinal herbs from his residence, and instructed Zhuang Ding to boil the medicine and give it to Tu Chengyan and the others. The poisoned Dharma Protector Vajra immediately vomited, but after half an hour, their complexion gradually recovered.

The day of the White King can be described as thrilling. Until now, he was still in shock. At this time, it was already dark, and everyone gathered around the five of Bai Wang's father and son to return to the Chonghe Hall of the cottage.

A group of leaders set up a banquet to shock the white king. During the banquet, Chu Jinglian bluntly proposed to send someone to rescue Liu Jingxuan.

White King Duan Zongming nodded frequently: "The Chu Pavilion Lord is right. There is an urgent need to save people. It's just that if it's too late today, and the wind has risen, the peak of Sanyang Peak will soon be frozen. Why don't you send more people tomorrow to rescue Liu Gongzi with you, what do you think?"

Although Chu Jinglian was very anxious in his heart, from the tone of the White King, he heard that it was definitely impossible to save people tonight. No matter how anxious you are, you can only wait until dawn. It's just that I don't know if Liu Jingxuan can hold on to the daylight of the next day.

Chu Jinglian was upset in his heart, and he couldn't help but be greedy for a few more glasses. Drinking, drinking, Chu Jinglian felt lightheaded, and the world was spinning.

On the opposite side, Duan Zongming, the White King, looked at Chu Jinglian and called softly: "Chu Pavilion Lord, Chu Pavilion Lord, what's wrong with you?"

I don't know how long it took, Chu Jinglian woke up slowly. He looked around and found himself in a stone chamber. The stone room was dark. Through a dim oil lamp on the wall, he could see that the stone chamber was not too large, and that it was surrounded by large blocks of stone. There was an iron gate in front of him, perhaps because the light was too dark, and the iron gate seemed to be black.

Chu Jinglian wanted to move his limbs, only then did he realize that he was shackled on both hands and feet. One end of the shackles was connected to an iron chain weighing more than a dozen pounds. The chains of the shackles were attached to the roof of the chamber, and the chains of the shackles were attached to the floor of the chamber.

Chu Jinglian smiled bitterly: "It turns out that this is a prison. ”

In the side hall of Chonghe Hall, the lights are bright. Behind the light gauze curtains, the two figures kept swaying on the window paper with the light of the candle flame.

A person in the room was wearing a bright red brocade robe, with inky black hair scattered behind him, and an emerald green hosta pinned to the top door. His face is like Fu powder, his lips are blood-red, and his bewitching eyes radiate a ghostly brilliance. He is the master of Wuji Gate of Wuliang Mountain, Lilac Zi.

The other person was wearing a bright yellow brocade cardigan, pinching gold edges and walking gold threads, embroidering colorful gold dragons, and wearing a blue horse coat. Look at this person wearing a crown of red gold, and the jewels on the crown are shining. He is none other than the White King Duan Zongming

Compared with the simple clothes worn at home when he greeted Nuyu, Bai Wang's dress can be described as extremely luxurious.

Lilac Zi glanced at the white king who was seated and said softly, "Lord Wang, you can't hesitate any longer. Keeping Nu Yu, Zhu Cihuan, Chu Jinglian and others will be burned sooner or later. It is better to cut the grass and eradicate the roots as soon as possible to avoid future troubles. As she spoke, Lilac's right hand made a downward gesture to cut off her head.

Duan Zongming twisted his beard and shook his head: "No, no." These people cannot be killed unless absolutely necessary. Don't talk about others, slave jade alone can't be easily disposed of. There are at least 120,000 Miao people under the direct command of the Miao King Ye Maha, and there are no less than 20,000 Miao soldiers. And I have no more than 30,000 or 40,000 soldiers here, and less than 5,000 soldiers. If I kill Nuyu, my Baijiazhai will definitely be razed to the ground by King Miao. ”

Ding Xiangzi's pale face trembled a few times, and said, "Then how do you plan to deal with the aftermath of this matter, don't you plan to agree to the meaning of the eighth master?"

Duan Zongming shook his head: "Eighth Master's orders, how could I not obey them." It's just that the army of the imperial court has not yet arrived, and I can't kill these people rashly. Let's wait!"

Lilac Zi stepped forward and said with an eager face: "If you don't make up your mind early, I'm afraid you won't regret it at that time." ”

Duan Zongming waved his hand: "Let's go down! I'm tired too." ”

Lilac clenched her hands into fists, sighed, and turned to leave the side hall.

When Lilac Zi walked away, Duan Zongming whispered to the screen behind him: "Master, please come out!"

As soon as the words fell, Huiming's figure turned out from behind the screen.

Huiming walked in front of Duan Zongming, folded his hands and said, "Amitabha, good, good." The poor monk sees the prince. ”

Duan Zongming smiled and nodded: "Master, you also heard what Fang Cai Lilac said. What do you think?"

Huiming thought for a while and said: "Lilac Zi is entrusted by the eighth master, and wants to get rid of this gang of thieves and invite credit in front of today's saints, of course, it is a good thing. However, Chu Jinglian had collusion with the prince, and if he was killed now, it would remove a piece of the princeling's heart. According to the poor monk, it is better to abolish his martial arts and leave him with his life. Wouldn't it be better to bite out the prince when the time comes. ”

Duan Zongming nodded and said with a smile: "Then according to the master's opinion, how should others deal with it?"

Hui Ming smiled faintly and said, "It's easy to do!" As far as the poor monk knows, King Miao still doesn't know that Nu Yu has been captured. The 20,000-strong army of Yunnan Governor Tong Yuxiu has already set off from Kunming Mansion at this time, and it is believed that it will arrive in Dali in the near future. At that time, these thieves will be escorted to the capital, believing that the Sacred Heart will be happy. And you, Lord Wang, can be said to have made outstanding contributions, and the Holy Lord will definitely reward him today. After the Cangshan area of Dali is the world of the prince. ”

Duan Zongming twisted his beard and laughed: "The master is really extraordinary, high theory!

A cold wind blew outside the hall, and Hui Ming suddenly turned his head and looked out the window.

Duan Zongming saw that Huiming was a little strange, and a smile on his face suddenly closed: "Is there something wrong with the master?"

Huiming thought for a while and said, "I don't know why, the poor monk is a little uneasy. Lord, you have to be more cautious in everything. ”