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Chapter 39 The Wind Rises

The scorching sun is in the sky, and the horse's hooves are like the wind.

On the horse's back, Chacha's eyes were red.

"Brother Qin Yin, your injury is too serious and you are still bleeding!"

"Chatcha is not riding a horse anymore, Chacha wants to take you to find a doctor."

She would not sympathize with the dead bandits.

She would not go to the caravans that accompanied her too much!

Cha Cha only cared about her brother Qin Yin, and the girl bit her teeth tightly.

She clearly saw the arms in front of her that were holding the reins, and several blood scabs closed and opened.

However, Qin Yin was like an iron man from beginning to end and refused to stop.

...

It was not until the shadow of the station was faintly revealed in front of Cha Cha's ears that a sound finally came from:

"Wash the blood."

"I'll put you down in front of the station and go home early."

"No one knows you're there except me."

"Remember, you've never been here."

The wind sounded across both sides quickly, making Qin Yin's voice seem a bit erratic.

Weak, but unquestionable determination.

The Bingji San sent by Concubine Lu Luo only applied seven wounds and was completely used up.

Something strange happened, and only by living can we investigate it clearly.

Now his obsession is...

Arrive at Zhao's Mansion before fainting!

...

The clever girl didn't argue anymore, just let out a soft voice, and then carefully shrank her delicate body. She tried not to touch any wound on Brother Qin Yin's body.

...

At the end of the evening, the four major markets in Yuliang City have been closed.

The unique river fish lanterns are already hung on streets of all sizes. This rich and beautiful city ushers in the noisy nightlife under the dim light of the lanterns.

Knock, knock...

The sound of horse hooves was heard.

A sweaty red horse ran into this harmonious picture, and the crowd naturally moved away, and then watched the weak back on the horse disappear into the night.

"The boy on his horse's back just now seemed to be seriously injured."

"The clothes on your back were cut down."

"Is it because of the bandit?"

Confusion flashed through many people's hearts and stopped paying attention.

But no one could have imagined that just today, what a tragic battle occurred on Tongtai Mountain, a hundred miles away from Yuliang.

The boy they saw accidentally was the only survivor.

Knock, knock.

Horseshoe knocking on bluestone slab.

The guard in front of the Zhao Mansion saw the inferior horse running towards him and shouted: "No one is close to Zhao Mansion's mansion."

In the eyes of the guard guard, the figure holding the horse's neck tightly shaking his head up without tying the reins.

"Report to the eldest son, the caravan meets bandits..."

With a bang, Qin Yin fell from the horse's back and fainted.

Under the lights, the boy landed on the ground.

There were dozens of knifes on the back, and blood was soaked in the cloth clothes, showing a dark red after drying.

Buzz!

The confidant of the hospital guard felt a gong and drums ringing in his head, and suddenly turned around and shouted: "Come on!"

...

Two days later, an amazing news came from the traveling merchants.

Tongtai Mountain is a hundred miles away, with a huge fire burning the mountain.

Immediately afterwards, the news was officially confirmed to reach all the people's ears with the launch of the Yuliang City Guards, causing an uproar.

The caravan in the west city of Yuliang City was killed in all the bandits, and nearly 200 corpses were accumulated in the mountains.

Some practitioners went over to investigate and found signs of the existence of the spiritual array.

The spiritual array uses the formation pattern to gather the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

It is either used for practice or against enemies.

No matter which one is, when a spiritual array appears, the seriousness of this matter is not comparable to that of ordinary bandits.

"Nanzhao is treacherous, but that's Nanzhao! Now these ghosts and monsters dare to jump around in my Tianwu territory. Do you think your life is too long?" Yuliangcheng guard Gao Wenlu, a middle-aged man who is seven feet tall and thin, crushed the jade cup in his hand and his face is cold.

He had just received the news that in ten days, the Black Water Cavalry of Nanzhao will protect the treasure and return to the imperial capital, passing by the fish beam.

I just gave a good evaluation of the ruler. If I learn that there is a spiritual formation master involved, the taste of this matter will completely change.

The spiritual practitioner appeared on the way back to the Black Water Cavalry, which really angered those lawless elite Tianwu. How many of his heads are enough to cut!?

"Mr. Chengshou, you need the assistance of us and the sects. The branch of Yuntai Sect is only half a day away from here, haha." An old man bearded proudly stroked his beard. "The price is very light. You only need to open the Yuliang Spirit Pond for us for a day."

"Ha, there is no need to worry." Gao Wenlu's eyes were not good, and he rejected coldly, "My Tianwu Lingchi is only open to the Lords of this dynasty. If Elder Wu wants to come, he can leave the Yuntai Taoist Orthodox and return to my emperor's command. With the ability of the sixth level of the Jianghe Realm, he can naturally enter the Lingchi to practice."

"Master Gao was joking." Elder Wu stroked his beard and smiled, never mentioning this matter again.

"Please go and investigate the embroidered clothes." Gao Wenlu ordered without expression.

...

Bang!

A luminous cup produced by the official kiln in Nanjun was smashed to pieces.

"Young Master." The maid hurriedly knelt on the ground to clean up the fragments, but her thin shoulders were so scared that she trembled slightly.

"Get out! Did I let you in?" At this moment, the second young master of the Zhao family's face was a little distorted, and the sound made people feel chilled all over.

"few……"

Slap! He slapped the maid directly on the face, and the originally fair and smooth face swelled to the naked eye.

"I'll leave now, please forgive me." The maid's mouth was bleeding, and she kowtowed desperately, holding up the scattered porcelain pieces with her hands, and she didn't care that her delicate palm was pierced, and she staggered out of the wing room.

"Li Chengdu is dead, how can you... escape back!"

"You are seventeen stabbed in your body and your ribs are pierced. How can you... still alive!"

"If you die, I will definitely give your mother a gold ingot. But your destiny is as despicable as a weed."

Zhao Yuanchen's voice was hoarse, his eyes were red, and he was talking to himself as if he was caught in an evil spirit.

"I am the second young master of the Zhao Mansion, a noble man in heaven, and the path to cultivation should be smooth." Zhao Yuanchen's facial expression was distorted and a bit scary, not the graceful look that people usually see.

"I am the recommended person from Nanjun. That Grand Hall is where I, Zhao Yuanchen. If the inner demons are not eliminated, my cultivation level will not be advanced, and there will be no hope of the imperial capital. So... you must die."

When Zhao Yuanchen raised his head again, his eyes were already cold like a corpse!

Meow.

A cat's meow.

The snow-white cat jumped over the window edge, looked up at Zhao Yuanchen curiously, then walked elegantly to his feet and rubbed gently.

Zhao Yuanchen looked at the cat under his feet with cold eyes.

This snow cat, which had just turned half a year old, was bought by the maids from the merchants who were wandering in Western Xinjiang. Many daughters in the Zhao family liked this little thing.

Usually, I have some snacks to eat in my room, so I often come here.

But today...

A flush appeared on his face, and Zhao Yuanchen gently lifted his right foot.

Meow?

The snow-white cat looked up at the second young master's feet curiously, ready to sniff.

However, at this moment, the right foot suddenly crushed down.

Blood splashed out.

squeak--

The shrill cat cried and stopped abruptly.

A look of comfort flashed across Zhao Yuanchen's face.

The soles of his feet were crushing the young life that had just been strangled. He only felt that the depression in his heart was empty, and he felt an indescribable comfort.

"Xiaoxue, Xiaoxue, Xiao…!!"

A maid wearing a purple silk and green dress seemed to hear the familiar cat moan, and pushed open the door in panic, her eyes first fell to the ground, and then she and Zhao Yuanchen looked at each other with no emotion.

The bloody and bloody ball under the second young master's feet made her feel dizzy in her brain, and two lines of clear tears instantly burst into her eyes.

"Second Young Master, Xiaoxue... Woo... it..."

Zhao Yuanchen had a strange smile on his face and waved, "Luhe, come here."

At this moment, the face of his son's eyes was like a wild beast. The little maid named Lu He cried and shook her head, "Second Young Master, the second young master will go out, I will go out."

After saying that, I wanted to leave.

However, Zhao Yuanchen randomly threw out the sword in his hand, and with a buzzing sound, the long sword fell into two inches of the floor tiles in front of the entrance, and the sword body was like a pool of clear water, stopping Lu He's retreat.

The little maid's eyes widened in horror.

"I said I'll let you come over, and you'll come over. Now I'm unhappy."

A gentle whisper rang behind the head.

Lu He widened his eyes, feeling a palm that directly clamped his shoulders and threw it backwards.

The girl's delicate body fell heavily onto the bed.

Zhao Yuanchen drew his sword calmly, closed the door, and then looked at the pretty maid with a smile.

"This young master is your blessing in your previous life..."

"No, Master, no, no...ah!!!"

Amid the sound of cracking silk, a miserable and high-pitched plea sounded.

The servants, maids, guards and others outside the courtyard looked at each other and then hurriedly dispersed, turning a deaf ear to the ears.

If the master is not here, who dares to provoke the second son of the Zhao family!

It’s just a pity that Lu He is the little maid. She just turned 28 years old. Last month, her mother came to visit her and said she was saving money to find a good family.
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