Golden Age Of Phoenix: Tyrant’s First Class Virtuous Imperial Concubine

"Ah! Murder!"

She was stunned for a moment, and when she looked back, she saw Wen Wuyu, who was taken to rest in the pergola, suddenly went crazy, shouting in horror at the old country uncle who was holding a wooden sword: "Killed! Killed!"

The people around originally looked at him as being relatively quiet today, and didn't make much trouble along the way. They thought his condition had eased a bit, but they didn't expect him to suddenly go crazy at this time.

Several soldiers immediately went over and held him down, shouting: "What are you making?"

"We're doing business, please be quiet for me."

"Excuse me, Uncle Guo, how many lives do you have?"

If he usually makes trouble, either Wen Bieyu comforts him, or people around him yells at him, he will be quiet, but today, Wen Wuyu is unwilling to rest, even if he is pressed by those people. Holding his hands, his upper body was buckled on the table, he still struggled and shouted: "Killed! He is going to kill!"

Nan Yan couldn't help frowning.

At this time, the old uncle also saw the movement below. He slowly walked down the altar with the wooden sword inexplicably. Seeing him approaching step by step, Wen Wuyu was trembling with fright. Like a leaf shaking in the wind and rain, desperately shouting: "Don't kill me, don't kill me!"

The old uncle went all the way to the table and watched his face squeezed slightly deformed while being held on the table.

In the captain's mansion before, this person hid behind the noble concubine as soon as he saw him. The old uncle thought he was just mad, so he was afraid of seeing strangers, but on the way, he was still quiet, but Seeing that he went crazy like this when he picked up the wooden sword, he couldn't help but warn him.

The old uncle carefully identified him for a while and made sure that he had never seen this person.

Then he said: "This good believer, poor Dao doesn't recognize you and doesn't know who you are. Why do you say poor Dao kills?"

"..."

"Pan Dao once killed people, but that was already before he became a monk."

"..."

"Nowadays, Pang Dao doesn't kill people, only saves people. This sword is also the peach wood sword used in the method, it can't kill people."

He was very patient. He treated Wen Wuyu like an ordinary person. He even raised the wooden sword and drew it twice on his hand, indicating that it would not hurt people at all.

However, Wen Wuyu's eyes flushed red with anxiety. At this time, it seemed that he could not hear what others were saying, nor could he see what he was doing. He only trembled desperately, and muttered: "It's a murder... It's a murder... "

Nan Yan also frowned.

Wen Wuyu has always been nervous since he first saw Lao Guo's uncle in the Capitol. At this time, he made such trouble again...

The old uncle sighed and turned his head to look at Nan Yan: "The imperial concubine, this person—couldn't he serve in the army in the past and have seen Pindao murder before? Pindao has never seen him."

Nan Yan looked at Wen Wuyu with a complicated expression, then looked at the old country uncle, and then said, "Uncle, please forgive me. This person has a complicated origin. His ancestor was guarded at Yumen Pass. He was born. I have been staying at Yumen Pass, which was only a few years ago by the emperor who was taken to Beijing for treatment."

"..."

"If he said he had seen his uncle murder, it shouldn't be. Unless—"

She said, looking at the old uncle.

"Unless, my uncle killed someone at Yumen Pass."

This sentence was originally to help the old uncle to deny it.

However, after hearing the three words "Yumenguan", the old uncle's face changed a little. When he heard Nan Yan's last sentence, the wooden sword in the hands of the old uncle fell to the ground.

"Manny!"

At this time, He Yi's voice suddenly sounded next to him, and he walked over with a solemn expression, and said in a deep voice, "This Wen Wuyu has always been crazy talk, so why take his words seriously?"

"..."

"Furthermore, the most important thing right now, isn't it a big deal?"

"..."

"The emperor has sent orders to come over, and Master Chen will launch an attack at sunset. We can't make any mistakes here, otherwise, if Shan Jiucheng loses his power, he will be a sinner of the ages."

His last sentence can be said to be very heavy.

However, the words make sense.

At this time, no matter what is important, it is also not as important as the big event in front of him. Nan Yan frowned and thought about it, then said to the soldiers who were pressing Wen Wuyu: "Take him aside first, don't hurt. Hold him, wait a little later—"

She originally wanted to say that she would go to ask questions later, but after seeing He Yi's dignified expression, she didn't say this.

With only a wave of hands, several soldiers immediately dragged Wen Wuyu up, and Wen Wuyu stared at Nan Yan with red eyes, and said upside down, "You have to be careful, you have to be careful, he will kill women. He wants to kill women!"

Nan Yan's brows tightened.

When Wen Wuyu was dragged away, she slowly turned around, and saw the old uncle's face pale. Even if the fiery sunset shines on his face at this time, it can't dispel the loss of soul in his eyes, Nan Yan thought for a while and said softly, "This man has been crazy for many years, and my uncle doesn't need to care what he says."

The old uncle looked up at her and suddenly coughed.

When I talked to him before, I felt that Lao Guoji sometimes coughed inadvertently, and Nan Yan didn’t pay much attention to it. After all, people are too old to be compared with young people, but this time she felt that The coughing of the old uncle's cough was extremely heavy, and he felt that his entire chest was trembling, as if it was about to break.

She subconsciously reached out to support the elder.

However, the old uncle took a step back. Fortunately, He Yi quickly supported him, then picked up the wooden sword that fell to the ground, and said softly: "Dao Master, can you still hold it?"

The old uncle coughed twice again covering his mouth, and then took the wooden sword.

He looked up at Nan Yan, then smiled: "Pan Dao has practiced for so many years, but he didn't expect that his heart is outside the white clouds and his body is in the red dust."

The heart is outside the white clouds, and the body is in the red dust?

What does this mean?

Nan Yan frowned and was about to ask him, but the old uncle had already waved his hand, turned and walked to the altar with the peach wood sword.

He was originally a burly, tall and upright old man even when his years had passed, but at this moment, when he slowly stepped onto the altar in the setting sun, his back was obviously buckled, looking at his suddenly old figure. Nan Yan felt that he seemed to be overwhelmed by the sudden memory, and he couldn't even straighten his back.

The heart is outside the white clouds, the body is in the red dust...

Nan Yan muttered these words.

At this moment, the sun was falling diagonally into the ground bit by bit.