Chapter 46

His words were light and casual.

But it caused a slight gasp in the surroundings. Many priests thought to themselves, You are a lousy god who doesn't even have any magic power,

How can you have the nerve to tell Lang Qianqiu, a dignified eastern martial god, that you will definitely die if you fight me? Isn't that too arrogant? He made it sound as if he was demoted so that Lang Qianqiu would not lower himself to his level. He was really bragging. However, Lang Qianqiu did not feel that his words were exaggerated at all. He said, "I said, life and death don't matter! I don't need you to let me. "

Xie Lian ignored him and said to Jun Wu, "Please demote me to the lower realms, Emperor."

Shi Qingxuan suddenly raised his hand and said, "Wait! I still have something to say! "

Jun Wu said, "Master Feng, speak."

Shi Qingxuan said, "Everyone seems to think that His Highness Xian Le changed his name for revenge,

To wash the Yong An royal family in blood. But if he wants revenge..,

Why did he let His Highness Tai Hua, the crown prince of Yong An, go? Logically speaking..,

Shouldn't the person an avenger wants to kill the most be this Crown Prince? "

It was not that no one had thought of this,

But they felt that there was no need to take the initiative to speak,

Now that Master Feng took the lead and spoke, a few people nodded. Shi Qingxuan continued, "Although I haven't known His Highness for long,

I saw with my own eyes that he faced the scimitar head-on to save His Highness Tai Hua. Qianqiu,

If he hates your Yong An royal family, why would he take the risk to block the knife for you? "

When they heard that he faced the scimitar head-on,

Feng Xin and Mu Qing's expressions turned cold. A small voice muttered, "Maybe it's because he feels guilty." Shi Qingxuan immediately added loudly,

"That's an ominous evil weapon, the Blade of Curse! So! I think this matter is suspicious! "

Pei Ming said, "I really envy His Highness Crown Prince for being able to get Master Feng to vouch for him.

He speaks righteously. Our Little Pei doesn't have this blessing. "

Shi Qingxuan said, "General Pei, don't confuse me. How can Little Pei's matter be the same? I saw his evil deeds with my own eyes,

I also heard him admit it with my own ears. "

Pei Ming said, "Isn't it the same today? His Highness Tai Hua saw his evil deeds with his own eyes and heard His Highness Xian Le admit it with his own ears. What's the difference? "

Shi Qingxuan was furious.

Just as he was about to argue with him again, Xie Lian grabbed him and said, "Wind Master, thank you very much, I owe you a favor. But there's no need. "

Shi Qingxuan did not know how to refute Pei Ming. He pointed at him and held his breath.

At this time, Jun Wu finally spoke. He calmly said, "Everyone, please calm down."

His voice wasn't very loud and clear, it was very calm. However, every Divine Martial Hall official heard it clearly and hurriedly stood up straight. After the hall quietened down, Jun Wu said, "Tai Hua, you have always been somewhat impulsive. You can't just rush in when you encounter a problem. You have to listen calmly and figure out the ins and outs before making a decision. "

Lang Qianqiu lowered his head and accepted the lesson. Jun Wu continued, "Xian Le isn't willing to reveal everything, so it's useless to plead for self-abasement. First, put him under house arrest in Xian Le Palace. Afterwards, I will personally interrogate him. Before that, the two of you shouldn't see each other. "

This result was unexpected.

Jun Wu actually protected Xie Lian, the laughingstock of the Three Realms who had no incense, no believers, and no merit!

Lang Qianqiu was the martial god who oversaw the East. He might be dissatisfied because of this, and that would really be a losing deal. But even so, he still wanted to protect him — could it be that Xie Lian was very appreciated by Jun Wu?!

Many of the Divine Martial Officials saw the signs and secretly decided not to mention the words "Three Realms laughingstock" in any public occasions in the future. Shi Qingxuan heaved a sigh of relief and praised the Emperor for being wise. Lang Qianqiu stared at Xie Lian and said, "Whatever the Emperor wants to ask, feel free to interrogate him. But no matter what the final result is, I will still have to fight with him!"

After saying that, he bowed to Jun Wu and turned to leave the hall. Jun Wu waved his hand and a few Divine Martial Officials gathered and brought Xie Lian away. When passing by Shi Qingxuan, Xie Lian said to him in a low voice, "Wind Master, thank you very much. But if you really want to help me, you don't have to speak up for me anymore. Can I ask you for two things? "

Shi Qingxuan was quite embarrassed because he fanned the flames and burned the Extreme Happiness Workshop. Now, he wished that Xie Lian could get rid of him for a hundred things. He said, "Say it."

Xie Lian said, "The youngster I brought up is in the side hall. I'll have to trouble you to take care of him."

Shi Qingxuan said, "It's a small matter! What's the second thing? "

Xie Lian said, "If General Pei still wants to find trouble with Half-moon in the future, I hope that Wind Master can lend a helping hand."

Shi Qingxuan said, "That's for sure. I won't let Pei Ming succeed. Where is she? "

Xie Lian said, "I hid her in a pickle jar in Pu Qi Temple. If you have time, please take her out and blow on her. "

"…"

Xie Lian said goodbye to Wind Master and the two Divine Martial Officials brought him to the front of Xian Le Palace. They respectfully said, "Your Highness the Crown Prince, please."

Xie Lian nodded and said, "Thank you."

He lifted his foot and stepped in, closing the door behind him. Xie Lian looked around. Sure enough, not only the appearance, but even the facilities inside the hall were exactly the same as his previous Xian Le Palace. The last time he passed by this place, he didn't come in. He didn't expect that the first time he came in, he would be grounded. This wasn't a good omen.

These past few days of ups and downs had made him very tired. Xie Lian fell asleep.

In his dreams, he dreamed of many things.

He seemed to be meditating with his eyes closed. When he opened his eyes, he found himself sitting upright in front of a desk. His black robe was layered on the ground, and his face seemed to be wearing an ice- cold and heavy mask.

Looking down, a youngster lying on the desk came into view. That youngster was fourteen or fifteen years old. His clothes were luxurious, and his body was full of vitality. He was sleeping soundly.

He shook his head and walked over. Slightly bending over, he knocked on the desk with his knuckles and said, "Your Highness the Crown Prince."

He didn't know if it was because of the layer of ice-cold mask, but even his voice was a bit colder. That youngster finally woke up. When he raised his eyes and saw him, he was so frightened that he jumped up and sat up straight. "Your Highness the State Preceptor!!!"

He said, "You fell asleep again. As punishment, copy the Tao Te Ching ten times."

The Crown Prince was shocked. "No need, Master. How about you punish me by running ten laps around the Imperial City!"

He said, "Twenty times. Copy it now. Write your words well. "

The Crown Prince seemed to be a little afraid of him. He sat up obediently and began to copy. He then sat back down and continued to meditate quietly.

In fact, everyone in the Imperial Palace was a little afraid of him. This was caused by the sense of alienation and oppression that he deliberately created.

But perhaps because this Crown Prince was too young, his reverence for him didn't last long. After copying for a while, he said again, "Master!"

He put down the book and said, "What?"

The Crown Prince said, "I've learned the sword techniques that you taught me last time. Is it time to teach me new sword techniques?"

He said, "Yes. What do you want to learn? "

The Crown Prince said, "I want to learn the move that you used to save me!"

He thought for a while and said, "That move? No need. "

The Crown Prince said, "Why?"

He said, "That move isn't practical. At least, it isn't suitable for you. "

The Crown Prince didn't understand. "Isn't it very useful? One sword to reduce the strength of two swords! You used that move to save me. "

It was normal that the Crown Prince didn't understand. He said, "Your Highness the Crown Prince, let me ask you a question."

"Ask!"

He said, "In the past, there were two people who were so hungry that their eyes were bloodshot. They wanted to steal each other's food, so they fought each other. At this time, a third person came. He wanted the two of them to stop fighting. Do you think it's useful to persuade them at this time? "

"… It's useless. They want food, right? "

"Yes. Because the root of the problem hasn't been solved, no one will listen to your persuasion. So, if the third person wants them to stop fighting, there's only one way, and that is to give them what they want. Open your pockets and give them your own food. "

The Crown Prince seemed to understand.

He said, "The principle is the same. You have to know that once the sword is drawn, someone will definitely be injured. Once the power is released, something must take it.

"So, you said that I reduced the strength of the two swords. It's wrong. I didn't reduce it, I just took their attack. It's a very stupid move to stop a fight and take the injury. If there's no other choice, I won't use it.

"You're the Crown Prince, there's no need to learn that."

The Crown Prince continued to copy the scripture, but after a while, he was still thinking. He said, "Do you have any other questions?"

After hesitating for a moment, the Crown Prince said, "A little. Master, if the third person doesn't have enough food, what should we do? "

"…"

The Crown Prince said, "If the two of them have food, but want more, and because of greed, they fight even more fiercely, asking for food from him, what should we do?"

He said, "What do you think?"

The Crown Prince thought for a moment and said, "I don't know … Maybe, we shouldn't have interfered from the beginning."

…

The main hall was golden. Everything was golden, but at this moment, it had turned red.

Every golden banquet table had a person lying on it. A sword slit the throat, and it was a miserable death.

His hand holding the sword couldn't help but tremble. The handsome Monarch was covered in blood, his eyes were bright red, and he was in pain and hatred. On his legs was the Empress's corpse.

He held the sword and walked over step by step. The Monarch raised his head and saw him. He was shocked, "Imperial Preceptor? You …?! "

He thrust his sword forward in a merciless manner.

At the same time, he sensed something and suddenly turned his head. The young Crown Prince was standing in the middle of the guards' corpses at the door.

The young boy's eyes were blank, as if he was doubting whether what he saw was reality or a dream. He took a step forward and almost tripped on the doorstep. He was in a daze. He pulled out the sword, and blood splattered on his black clothes.

The Crown Prince didn't trip on the doorstep, but he tripped on the corpses on the ground. He threw himself on the Monarch and was finally able to call out, "Father!? Mother!? "

But the Monarch couldn't speak anymore. The Crown Prince couldn't wake him up. He suddenly raised his head and rushed over, his eyes wide open, "Master! What are you doing? What did you do?!? Imperial Preceptor!!! "

After a long time, he finally heard his own dull voice — —

"You deserve it."

…

Xie Lian didn't sleep well and woke up with a roll.

He rubbed his eyes drowsily and found that he didn't sleep for long. Moreover, he had a bad dream. Fortunately, something in his chest woke him up. After sitting for a while, he took out something from his chest and opened his hand. There were two dice in his palm. They were the two he brought out from the Blissful Workshop.

A fiery red image appeared in his mind. The image was blurry, but a figure in red was very clear, staring at him in the sea of fire. Xie Lian sighed and thought, "I don't know how much of San Lang's Blissful Workshop is left. If I get demoted again this time, I don't know if I can afford it even if I sell everything I have … It'll be decades or centuries. At worst, I'll just lose my life to him. "

After looking at them for a while, Xie Lian put his palms together and shook the two dice in his hands for a while before throwing them on the ground. The dice rolled a few times, and then came to a stop.

As expected, the luck that Hua Cheng lent him had been used up. This time, he wanted to roll another two sixes, but when the die landed, it turned out to be two ones.

Xie Lian couldn't help but laugh and shake his head. Suddenly, he heard footsteps behind him. He stopped moving and put away the smile on his face along with the two dice.

The footsteps weren't Jun Wu's. Jun Wu's footsteps were steady and unhurried. Although Hua Cheng's footsteps were a bit careless and sloppy, the aura of confidence in these two people's footsteps was completely the same. The sound of these footsteps was a bit light. Xie Lian turned around and was startled. "It's you."

The person who came was dressed in black. His face was fair, his lips were thin, and his expression was also indifferent. He looked incomparably cold. He was clearly a martial god, but he looked like a civil official. If it wasn't Mu Qing, who else could it be?

He saw Xie Lian's surprised expression and raised his eyebrows. "Who did you think it was? Feng Xin? "

Without waiting for an answer, he lifted the hem of his black robe and stepped over the threshold. "Feng Xin? He probably won't come."

Xie Lian asked, "What are you doing here?"

Mu Qing replied, "Di Jun only restricted your footsteps and didn't let His Highness Tai Hua come. He didn't say I couldn't come."

He didn't answer Xie Lian's question. If he didn't answer, then he didn't answer. Originally, Xie Lian wasn't curious, so he didn't pursue the matter. Mu Qing looked around this brand new Xian Le Palace before his gaze fell on Xie Lian. After sizing him up for a moment, he suddenly tossed something to him. A cyan shadow flashed through the air. Xie Lian caught it with his left hand. When he grasped it, he saw that it was actually a small celadon bottle.

It was a medicine bottle. Mu Qing indifferently said, "Your right hand is always dripping with blood. It looks pretty ugly."

Xie Lian held the medicine bottle without moving. Instead, he looked at him.

Ever since he ascended for the third time, Mu Qing's treatment towards him could only be described with one word: 'sarcastic'. It was as if he was waiting for Xie Lian to be kicked down for the third time so that he could make sarcastic remarks. However, at this moment, when Xie Lian was really about to be kicked down for the third time, Mu Qing suddenly became amiable and even specially gave him medicine. This sudden change in attitude made Xie Lian feel unaccustomed.

Seeing that Xie Lian didn't move, Mu Qing faintly smiled and said, "If you want to use it, then don't use it. In any case, no one will give it to you anymore."

This smile wasn't a fake one. Xie Lian could see that Mu Qing was in a really good mood at this moment. Although Xie Lian didn't feel any pain in his right hand, there was no need to keep it injured like this. Jun Wu had previously patted his right hand as an emergency treatment, so it was better to have medicine. Thus, he opened the small celadon bottle and absent-mindedly poured the medicine onto his right arm. What poured out of the bottle wasn't medicinal powder or pills, but a burst of light cyan smoke. This smoke slowly flowed and wrapped around his right arm. The smell was fragrant and cool. It was really a good thing.

Mu Qing suddenly asked, "Is what Lang Qianqiu said true? Did you really kill the royal family of Yong An Country? "

Xie Lian looked up at him. Even though Mu Qing had been very patient, Xie Lian could still see a trace of uncontrollable excitement in the depths of his eyes. He seemed to be very interested in the details of Xie Lian's bloodbath at the Gilded Banquet. He asked again, "How did you kill them?"

At this time, heavy footsteps came from behind them. The two of them turned their heads. This time, the visitor was unexpectedly Feng Xin. As soon as he entered, he saw Mu Qing standing in the main hall with a smile on his face beside Xie Lian. He frowned and vigilantly asked, "What are you doing here?"

Xie Lian raised the small celadon bottle in his hand. Mu Qing restrained his smile. He had just told Xie Lian that Feng Xin wouldn't come, but Feng Xin had come immediately. Of course it wasn't funny. He said, "This isn't your hall. If you can come, why can't I?"

Feng Xin ignored him and turned to Xie Lian. Before he could open his mouth, Xie Lian said, "If the two of you are here to ask the same question, then I will answer both. There's no need to doubt me. Everything I said in the Divine Martial Hall today was not false. "

Feng Xin's face paled slightly. Mu Qing couldn't bear to see him like this. He said, "Alright, keep it to yourself. Now that things have come to this, who are you putting on such a pained face for?"

Feng Xin's sharp gaze swept over him. He said, "I'm not putting on a show for you. Get out! "

Mu Qing said, "You have the qualifications to tell me to get out. You talk about how loyal you are, but how many years have you endured? Didn't you still run away by yourself? "

The veins on Feng Xin's forehead bulged. Xie Lian had a premonition that the conversation was developing in a bad direction. He raised his hand and said, "Stop. Stop. "

How could Mu Qing have the temperament to stop? He sneered and said, "If word gets out, everyone will say that you're a righteous person who can't bear to see your old master degenerate. You just have to find a nice-sounding excuse to whitewash it. To put it bluntly, aren't you just unwilling to waste your time with a cripple?"

Feng Xin swung his fist and said, "What the hell do you know?!"

With a bang, Mu Qing's fist landed squarely on his face. He was a standard pretty boy. After being greeted by such a thunderous punch, it was as if a persimmon had been smashed in his face. Blood flowed profusely. However, he was very strong-willed. He didn't even grunt. Without another word, he also returned a punch. After the two of them ascended, they both had their own talismans and weapons. However, when they were angered, they had to fight each other with their fists and legs. Feng Xin and Mu Qing's martial prowess was on par eight hundred years ago. Even after eight hundred years, they were still evenly matched. Every punch landed on flesh, creating a cacophony of sounds. Feng Xin said angrily, "Do you think everyone doesn't know about your filthy thoughts? You can't wait for him to do bad things, and you'll be happy!!"

Mu Qing said, "I know you've always looked down on me. I'm dying of laughter. Look at yourself! What right do you have to look down on me? The pot calling the kettle black! "

Lang Qianqiu and Xie Lian hadn't started fighting yet, but Feng Xin and Mu Qing had already started fighting. The two of them had accumulated grievances for a long time. They fought each other, cursing each other. They didn't even listen to each other's curses, so who would listen to Xie Lian? Xie Lian still remembered that when the three of them were young, Mu Qing spoke softly and didn't even yell at anyone. If Feng Xin wanted to hit someone, it would be Xie Lian who told him to. He would hit when he told him to. Now, it was no longer the case. Xie Lian dragged his arm and rushed to the door. He wanted to call a few Heavenly Officials to stop the fight. Unexpectedly, before he could step out of the main hall, he heard a loud bang in front of him. Feng Xin and Mu Qing were also startled by this loud bang. They both stopped fighting and focused their attention in the direction of the sound.

The main door of the Celestial Music Palace had been kicked open. Outside the main door wasn't the wide and open Divine Martial Street of the Celestial Capital. Instead, it was a stretch of deathly darkness.