Red Heart Survey

Qu Shunhua hasn't spoken yet.

Zhongshan Weisun also pointed to the sky as a character, and wrote it into a book: "Today Zhongshan Weisun went south to seek battle. The paranoid god came to the first place, and he was selfish for the sake of fame! It is difficult to follow the eagle's rise if you have a heavy thorn. No matter whether you are injured or dead, no matter what Take it for yourself, no regrets – no one has to stand up for me!”

With such a certificate, even if Qu Shunhua beat him to death on the spot, Zhongshan Yanwen could not say anything more.

Zhongshan Weisun's determination was evident here.

"Okay!" Qu Shunhua never hesitated and casually summoned the commander of his guards: "If I die in battle, take charge of the army on my behalf. Don't delay the military aircraft. Do you understand?"

Zhongshan Weisun said that he could die in battle, but he still needed Qu Shunhua to help him protect Long Boji, so he would never kill Qu Shunhua.

Then this is an unfair battle.

It's okay for Qu Shunhua not to fight. Since she plans to fight, she will never accept this unfairness - just like Zhongshan Weisun bet, she has the confidence of being invincible, how can she ask anyone to give in? she?

The commander of the personal guards bowed and obeyed the order.

Qu Shunhua untied his waist order again and threw it to his guards: "The name of the world is merciless. If I die in battle, whoever Zhongshan Weisun wants to protect, the Qu family will protect it for him. This is Qu Shunhua's promise!"

Finally she looked back at Zhongshan Weisun: "Come on. I have seen your courage, now tell me to see your strength!"

In this step, she climbed up to the sky, tied up her hair and hung in the night sky, and issued an invitation to Zhongshan Weisun - come and fight between life and death!

It was a spectacular battle.

On one side are the top four players in the outer building of the Yellow River Club. At that moment, the other two of the top four had become real and were listed in Taixu Pavilion. The remaining Yan Shaofei is also the well-deserved number one genius of the Wei Kingdom. "I am proud of the world and would like to be the third." I heard that he is also on the road to seeking truth.

Yifang is the number one in the blessed land whose identity is almost clear in Taixu Illusion. He is also the most powerful contender for the title of number one god in the world after Jiang Wang, and the owner of the ultimate magical power!

Not only Qu Shunhua's headquarters barracks, but also one or two people were paying attention to this battle.

At the headquarters of Da Chu's right camp, a towering mountain shadow jumped up, covering half of the full moon.

And above the crescent moon, at some point, two figures stood.

One is chic in a green shirt, and the other is noble in a blue robe.

They all tied their hair with jade crowns, as if the bright moon had been reincarnated.

A noble prince in the world, a swordsman in heaven.

Qu Shunhua glanced at the other side casually, raised his hand, indicating that everything was under control.

The style of this jade crown was chosen by her herself, and the craftsmen were not allowed to make it differently. The previous one worn by Jiang Zhenren was destroyed in Tianjing City, and this time he sent a new one.

Zuo Guangshu held his heart, made a beating gesture, grinned and showed his white teeth, smiling very sweetly, expressing that he was heartbroken for his sister.

Jiang Zhenren slapped his hand off and told him not to interfere with the fight.

The channel to Nandou Hall was not blocked. Chu State gave them enough time and allowed them to let go and look for helpers. We want to see who is coming to save us, in the heavens and on the earth, in all directions.

So everyone in Nandou Hall tried to find a way out, and they all saw the process of the sky falling - this was particularly despairing.

Later, it was Nandou Hall who isolated the channels, brought them together, and unified contact with the outside world.

Lord Changsheng is a real king who has long enjoyed a good reputation, Master Siming is a real person with a wide circle of friends, each of the six true masters of Nandou has his own abilities and friends, and Nandou Palace has also worked hard for so many years. Due to the entanglements of interests and historical origins, the Some have all...

But as of today, only one Zhongshan Weisun has actually come to Du'e Peak to help.

Although he acted stupidly, wasn't it the choice itself that was stupid?

Long Boji got the news in his room. At that time, he was in a state of confusion that he couldn't explain clearly. He vowed to dedicate everything to the sect, but the sect was doomed. He was determined to fight against the outsiders, but he knew that nothing he did would be of any use. He was in a daze all day, sometimes pacing back and forth, sometimes lying still.

The door suddenly opened, letting in the starlight. The junior brother who delivered the message had a weird and strange expression on his face. He lowered his voice and couldn't hide his excitement and said, "Senior brother! You are saved!"

There was some redness and swelling on Long Boji's face, which was the mark of the slap that had not gone away. After he ran away from Meiyue, he ran to ask his master why Uncle Qisha and Aunt Tianji were not in the palace. Could it be that those two bullshit real people knew the danger a long time ago, but they ran away and abandoned their fellow disciples.

Fu Zhaofan, the real person of Siming, gave him a slap in the face without any explanation, and slapped him out of the palace, leaving a mark to this day.

"Me? Can I be saved?" Long Boji looked at his junior brother strangely and grinned: "You are crazy too. Another one."

"No, no, I'm telling the truth." The junior brother who delivered the message closed the door and lit the candlestick in the room, so the candle flames like bean sprouts swayed away the darkness.

The room turned from pitch black to dusk, as if it had stepped backwards from night to dusk.

The junior brother who delivered the message approached mysteriously: "Senior brother, don't you know yet? Zhongshan Weisun of Jing Kingdom is challenging Qu Shunhua, and the bet is to save your life!"

Zhongshan Weisun!

This name was like a sharp axe, splitting open the hazy mind.

Long Boji sat up straight suddenly, his body seemed to be electrified, and he was stiff for a moment.

Zhao Tiezhu really came to the rescue!

He actually had no hope, and he wrote more than one letter. In the name of Long Boji, in the name of Nandou Palace True Successor, in the name of Nandou Palace... all of them were lost.

"really?"

"I have been in charge of the Nandou Channel these days. I will inform my senior brother as soon as I receive the news. There is no mistake!"

Long Boji immediately stood up, put on his boots in a hurry, took two steps, turned back and hung up his sword in a hurry...but finally sat down on the bed.

He said sadly: "What have I become..."

"Senior brother." The junior brother who delivered the letter got closer and closer: "You can't leave alone."

Long Boji looked at him suddenly, his eyes were very harsh for a moment, but then softened: "What should I say?"

"You have an entourage!" The junior brother who sent the message reached out to pick up his sword: "I will be your sword-holding boy from now on. When you leave here, who will care about one more humble servant?"

Long Boji had woken up by now. He knew that it was not easy for Zhongshan Weisun to save him, so if he wanted to take someone along with him, that would be really shameless.

But he just moved his sword away and patted his junior brother on the shoulder: "Don't make any noise."

The long night has come, and in the dark Nandou Hall, only his room is lit.

Finding the only hope in a desperate crowd will not bring you blessings.

People will come looking for the light and either share it or... put out the light.

The junior brother who delivered the letter nodded vigorously: "I understand!"

But he doesn't know enough yet.

Long Boji calmed down his emotions and began to think about what he had given up and almost rusted his brain: "Zhongshan Weisun challenges Qu Shunhua. The odds of winning are slim. Do you know the specific rules?"

The junior brother who sent the letter said: "It seems that there are no rules, whether life or death."

"Ah!" Long Boji stood up suddenly, but then stopped. He murmured: "Zhongshan Weisun must be sure to make this choice. I believe in him, I should believe in him."

"Of course, those are the geniuses of the Jing Kingdom, one of the top four of the Yellow River!" The junior brother who sent the letter had also placed his hope on Zhongshan Weisun, and his words were as fanatical as worshiping a god. If he was given a little more time, he would surely be able to find all the glory in Zhongshan Weisun's life.

He will definitely be able to prove with words that Zhongshan Weisun is the best god in the world.

"How many people know about this?" Long Boji asked.

The junior brother who delivered the letter realized the problem at this time and looked troubled: "I am not the only one who is guarding the letter."

"We can't stay here any longer." Long Boji stood up immediately.

"Where to go?" asked the junior brother who delivered the letter.

"Go to Siming Hall, no, go to the front line!" Long Boji made a decision: "Yes, let's go to support the front line!"

"This will make it easier for Zhongshan Weisun to pick us up!" The junior brother who delivered the letter was filled with joy and diligently opened the door.

Squeak~ Yeah.

The door was pushed open, and the candlelight in the room also wandered outside.

The field of view was very congested, and candlelight could not break through the siege - the courtyard was full of people.

They were all fellow disciples of Nandou Hall, and they all looked at Long Boji.

What kind of look is that?

In the dark night of endless despair, the people lying on the ground waiting for death saw the only light flying in the sky that could potentially fly out of here.

Is that eagerness and hope?

not at all.

Because everyone knows that the light can only shine on himself, and can only take away himself.

"Senior brother." The first person to speak was a true disciple of Tiantong Hall. He looked at Long Boji with a subtle expression: "Are you leaving?"

"Where am I going?" Long Bo held the sword without leaving a trace and said as calmly as possible: "I am going to the front line to bleed for the sect!"

"I heard that someone wants to save you." said the true disciple of Tiantong Hall.

"Really? Where did you get the news?" The thick clouds quietly moved away and there was a rare moonlight in the yard. Long Boji said: "Stop having unrealistic illusions. We can only rely on ourselves. We We can only save ourselves.”

The true disciple of Tiantong Hall raised his chin behind him: "Didn't this junior brother who is on duty to guard the faith tell you?"

"Ha, are you talking about the Zhongshan Weisun incident? I did hear it just now, do you take it seriously?" Long Boji shook his head: "He can't beat Qu Shunhua. I don't count on it."

"But there is also hope of winning, right?" asked the true disciple of Tiantong Hall.

There was a rustling sound at night.

That is the restless human heart.

"Hope" is such a beautiful word, but it is also too cruel amid the wall of despair that cannot be crossed.

Looking at the densely packed familiar faces in the courtyard, looking at the pairs of unfamiliar eyes... those strange and dancing lights made Long Boji feel a little cold.

He knew there was a better way to handle it now, and he was not a person who didn't know how to weigh the situation, but for some reason, his heart beat twice violently. The mood that was already calm suddenly became very irritable.

He tried his best to suppress his emotions: "Winning or losing is not that simple. It's very late, junior brother. Let's not waste each other's time. I don't want to discuss this now. I want to go to the front line to kill the enemy."

But the crowd did not make way for him, Senior Brother Nandou.

"My master is dead and was killed by Dou Zhao. It's disrespectful to say this - but I think it's appropriate for him to die. He fled to the outside world by himself and didn't care about me." The true disciple of Tiantong Hall said: "Senior brother, You shouldn’t have left.”

My heart beat faster and faster. Long Boji was disturbed: "I don't know what you want to say. Why can't you leave? Get out of the way!"

Instead, the crowd gathered.

Those familiar faces were spinning in the field of vision.

"Senior brother, you are the acting headmaster of His Highness Nandou, how can you abandon us?"

"Brother, you have to stay and fight with us."

"Senior brother..."

"That's enough!" Long Boji suddenly pulled out his sword: "That's enough! Do you think I can't see your dirty thoughts? I will fight with you, ha! Will I die with you?!"

"Senior brother! I don't understand what you are saying!" The true disciple of Tiantong Palace said coldly: "You don't want to die with us? Why aren't you from Nandou Palace?"

God understands it, God understands it, but God is not there!

The world around him was violently surging, and his heart was pounding like thunder. Long Boji felt waves of disgust and a splitting headache. He raised his sword and swung his sword: "Get away!"

The out-of-control sword energy screamed and cut a disciple into two pieces.

"I'm not—" Long Boji took a step back suddenly, struggling to wake up for a moment in fear. He tried his best to suppress his chaotic power: "I didn't mean it!"

Anger suddenly broke out in the crowd: "He wants us to die, and he wants to live alone!"

"We can't let him go! Remove his sword!"

"Let him pay with his life, pay with his life!"

Bang bang bang bang, my heart beats like a drum.

Countless hands, countless faces, countless swords... everything is coming!

The crowds are like a sea.

The tide went out again.

"Whirring whirring……"

Long Boji was holding the long sword that he could not swing again, kneeling on the ground, panting violently.

"Huhu..."

There were five swords stuck in his body, the most deadly of which was the one stuck in his heart.

He felt that his heart was beating very fast, as if it was about to jump out of his chest, but he paid careful attention to the sword, and it did not tremble with it.

Why is all this happening?

Long Boji knelt straight in front of the door and in his courtyard. He tried to raise his head and opened his eyes to look forward. Everything in front of him became dark and blurry.

Blurred figures swayed.

The sounds in my ears are sometimes far away and sometimes close——

"He betrayed! He betrayed us!"

"He was the one who made the first move! We were just forced to fight back!"

"He also killed someone! Killed his fellow disciples!"

"He is a traitor to Chu State! They have colluded for a long time!"

"Okay! Let's kill the traitor!"

The junior brother who delivered the letter, the junior brother from Tiantong Palace, the junior brother who was killed by his sword, the junior brother who stabbed his sword into his heart... Long Boji could not recall any of these people's names.

The long sword in his hand fell to the ground, making a lonely sound. It was particularly lonely amidst the noise.

What are their names?

Long Boji thought hard and slowly lowered his head.

"Senior brother, how are you?" The junior brother from Tiantong Hall knelt half in front of him, supporting him.

At this moment, the face of this junior brother suddenly became very clear, and the voice of this junior brother reached his ears every word, and he could hear it very clearly.

Long Boji stared at him blankly, and felt the junior brother's heartbeat through the touching arm. It was so chaotic and strong——

Thumping! Thumping!

Long Boji seemed to understand something, and at the last moment of his life, he grinned.

…

…

One peaceful afternoon many years ago.

There are not many people in Taixu Illusion Realm, and there are only a few pedestrians in Hongmeng Space.

"This Dugu Wudi must be an old antique!" Jia Fugui said harshly.

"Someone must be between two and three hundred years old. Look at the old smell on his body." Zhao Tiezhu curled his lips.

"Everyone should be more objective." Shangguan analyzed in a similar way: "The naming method of Dugu Wudi was very popular fifty years ago. And his dressing style is really earthy, like his grandfather's That kind of person, he should be around fifty or sixty years old."

Jia Fugui clapped his hands and praised: "Brother Shangguan is still objective! It's reasonable and well-founded!"

"Ah, why did the old man accept this broken illusion?" Zhao Tiezhu cursed loudly: "Where did we agree to cultivate the geniuses? We also want those in their fifties and sixties, why the hell are they too old!"

"Hahahaha, Jiazi is too old!" Shangguan laughed until his stomach hurt: "Brother Tiezhu!"

Jia Fugui clenched his fist: "When I challenge Blessed Land, I will definitely knock down this Jiazi Taisui. His grandma dares to call her Dugu Wudi. She is the most annoying to these old people with green onions stuck in their pig's noses!"

"Two brothers, it's rare that we get along so well." Zhao Tiezhu grinned: "Why don't you find a place to sit down and talk about it?"

"Okay!" Jia Fugui raised his hands in agreement.

Shangguan waved his hand: "I have to leave first."

He took a few steps and added: "But I'll be back tomorrow."

"Then, see you tomorrow!"

"See you tomorrow!"

Thanks to book friend "Chen Bo" for becoming the ally of this book! It’s for the 712th Alliance of the Red Heart Patrol!