Red Heart Survey

What a ridiculous world this is.

What a ridiculous trip to the South!

Long Boji, Shangguan among the Three Musketeers of Hongmeng and the true disciple of Nandou Palace, has now turned into a corpse.

He was wrapped coldly in a straw mat, and no more stories happened. And all of Zhongshan Weisun’s efforts along the way were rolled into a shallow obituary——

Long Boji is dead.

"How did he die?" The true disciple of Tiantong Hall who came out with the body seemed surprised by this question, and then replied: "He committed suicide. He couldn't withstand the pressure and felt that he was ashamed of the sect..."

"He had dozens of sword wounds on his body, five fatal injuries, and more than thirty kinds of sword energy!" Zhongshan Weisun pointed at Long Boji's body, his voice trembling: "You said he committed suicide?"

The true disciple of Tiantong Hall looked at the heir of the Zhongshan clan and said, "That's what happened. If you don't believe it, I can't help it."

He handed the body forward: "Do you want Senior Brother Long's body?"

Long Boji is dead.

What kind of person is he, what kind of experience does he have, what kind of style does he have?

None of this matters anymore.

It's just a name that's not necessarily going to stick on paper.

As for whether he committed suicide, does it matter?

Want to find the truth? Who has time for you?

Want to avenge Long Boji? Nandou Hall is about to be destroyed.

The person who took this body out didn't even bother to make up any excuses.

Zhongshan Weisun stopped there, pursed his lips tightly and made no sound. The bloodshot eyes in his eyes turned into flames.

The true disciple of Tiantong Hall took a step back and looked at Wu Zhaochang: "Dong An Guo, the two armies are fighting, don't kill the envoy. You won't kill me, right?"

Wu Zhaochang looked at him thoughtfully: "You are very courageous."

"Are you too brave to come out and deliver the body? This is the person General Zhongshan asked for, and asked the noble son of the Zhongshan family to rescue him with all his life -" The true disciple of Tiantong Hall had a strange expression: "My brothers and sisters No one dared to come, but they really got it wrong. Either early or late, it’s all death, why don’t you come out and take a look at the scenery?”

"Your understanding is very clear." Wu Zhaochang said: "What is your name?"

The true disciple of Tiantong Hall asked: "Does it matter what my name is? No one will remember it anyway. Even Nandou Hall will not be remembered for a long time."

There have been countless rises and falls throughout the ages, and countless traces have been overturned in history. Indeed, few of them have been remembered.

But it is easy to know this, but difficult to face it.

Wu Zhaochang stared at the young man: "Interesting. I find you more and more interesting."

The true disciple of Tiantong Hall said: "Then can you let me go?"

Wu Zhaochang's answer was simple: "No."

The true disciple of Tiantong Hall shook his head: "Then you really love to chat."

Wu Zhaochang smiled: "Go back as soon as you have finished the matter. Don't delay me in destroying your Nandou Palace."

"Okay!" The true disciple of Tiantong Hall responded, thought for a moment, and then looked at Zhongshan Weisun: "Do you want Senior Brother Long's body? If not, I will take it back."

Zhongshan Weisun remained silent for a long time, then grinned and smiled, but in the end he did not lose his composure.

"Give it to me," he said.

The true disciple of Tiantong Hall handed over the body, and Zhongshan Weisun was about to open his hand.

Wu Zhaochang said: "Take the ashes and leave."

Zhongshan Yanwen on the side said: "This is how it should be!"

As he spoke, he flicked a wisp of flying flame, burning Long Boji's body and the straw mat into ashes. He simply put it in a jade bottle and handed it to Wu Zhaochang: "Dong An Guo, please take a look."

This level of inspection is necessary. Neither Wu Zhaochang nor Zhongshan Yanwen wanted to see someone use Long Boji's body to escape.

Not to mention that Long Boji is dead now and can only be at the mercy of others. If he was still alive, he would have to be inspected repeatedly inside and out. Anyone who wanted to bet on the Chu army's carelessness and escape parasitically would have no chance of success.

The true disciple of Tiantong Hall maintained the posture of handing over the corpse.

Zhongshan Weisun maintained his posture of receiving the corpse.

Finally, a jade bottle containing clean ashes fell into his hands.

The true story of Nan Dou, the genius of the gods, and finally this little ashes of calamity...can't be measured in pennies.

Among the people who have died in vain, is Long Boji the only one?

When Zhongshan Weisun froze there, was he mourning his friends, or mourning his stupidity, mourning his useless sacrifices?

The true disciple of Tiantong Hall shook his hand that had been raised for a while, and shook his head with an inexplicable smile. He still said to Zhongshan Weisun: "Um, do you want to take away Senior Brother Long's relics? They are just some personal belongings, nothing valuable."

"No need." Zhongshan Weisun finally spoke again. After a while, his voice had become very dry and hoarse: "You can keep it in memory."

He was somewhat sober. Wu Zhaochang had to burn Long Boji's body into ashes before asking him to take it away. These bits and pieces pose more security risks and are absolutely impossible to carry with you.

"Being buried with someone is just a burial, there's no need to be so euphemistic." The true disciple of Tiantong Hall took out a small copper-colored wooden box from the storage box, which contained a box of bits and pieces.

He raised the box and said to Zhongshan Yanwen in a relaxed tone: "Excuse me, old general, burn it together. Mr. Zhongshan doesn't want it, and I don't want to take the dead man's things back. It's a bit unlucky."

Zhongshan Yanwen was not angry at being offended, so he just cooperated and popped out a wisp of flame to burn the pieces clean.

"Okay, the matter is done, I'll leave first." The true disciple of Tiantong Hall turned around and flew away, but suddenly he remembered something.

"By the way." He took out a letter from his arms and flew it to Zhongshan Weisun: "Senior Brother Long has another letter for you. Take it back and read it slowly."

After saying this, he flew towards Du'e Peak without looking back.

There were originally scattered buildings on Du'e Peak, which were all the facades of Nandou Hall in this world, but now they are all in ruins.

The mighty Chu army trampled on the old glory of South Dou Hall. The rubble, broken bricks, gold, jade and glass were all silent under military boots.

The floating chariots patrolled around Du'e Peak in a flowing three-dimensional formation, reconstructing the rules of this place. The halo caused by the chariot is like a heavy curtain, blocking the skylight and making the stars and moon invisible.

Nandou can't sleep tonight.

Tonight is the night of eternal sleep.

The entrance to Nandou Secret Realm has long been soaked in blood. The so-called sect-protecting formation is like a thin paper door that does not need to be kicked hard. The Chu army's powerful soldiers had already penetrated behind them. As early as the day when the soldiers surrounded Du'e Peak, the Chu army broke the sect-protecting formation, but at the last moment, the sword could not fall.

These days, the desperate resistance of the Nandou Hall monks behind the door is more of a self-comfort - showing that they are still doing something with their lives.

Once the most terrifying war weapon in the world is activated, it is not something that monks pursuing self-strength under the sect system can resist.

Hundreds of thousands of extraordinary troops control the military formation through day-in and day-out training. With the blessing of top-notch formation diagrams and the help of different ordnance, under the command of the world's famous generals, they form a powerful force... Crush them all.

The true disciples of Tiantong Hall flew back to the sky above Du'e Peak, but did not return to the Nandou Secret Realm through the gap that the Chu army intentionally moved out of the way.

The sky filled with chariots is like thunder clouds about to rain.

He looked up at the sky like this, pulled out a sword with a strange expression, pointed it at his heart, and said slightly madly: "Everything is over!"

He held the hilt of the sword upside down with both hands and pressed hard into his heart.

The gesture was like some kind of ritual.

Blood foam kept pouring out of his lips and teeth, and he murmured: "I don't want to go back to hell."

Nandou Hall, which has been suffering in a desperate situation for a long time and whose days are like years, is full of evil spirits.

The Nine Death Poison in the East King Valley is the most famous poison in the world today. The most terrifying form of the Nine Death Poison is the human heart.

Never want to go back to a place like that.

Bang bang... bang bang...

The rapid heartbeat stopped suddenly.

The body of this true disciple of Tiantong Hall fell straight down and hit the rocks without any protection - bang! The blood and flesh are blurred and the brain is gushing out.

He said that no one would remember his name anyway, so he would not leave it. He said he would die sooner or later, so he came out to see the scenery. On his way back, he committed suicide so resolutely - his death was so sudden and eye-catching.

But Wu Zhaochang only looked at the letter flying to Weisun in Zhongshan. The letter that was supposed to move on was frozen in the air under such gaze.

When the light is bright, the shadows under the candlestick are ignored.

Zhongshan Weisun realized something, held the jade bottle containing the ashes in his hand, and stepped back.

Song Huai asked leisurely from the side: "Is there something wrong with this letter?"

The impact of Long Boji's death on Zhongshan Yanwen and Zhongshan Weisun was really complex, but the news only made him feel relieved.

Chen Shu was not an inconsiderate or irrational person. He had worked hard in the cell in Taixu Pavilion and would not have any regrets because of Long Boji's death. Long Boji's death made him feel pain and guilt, and he would definitely be able to face it - isn't this the best outcome?

Therefore, Song Huai, as the Dongtian Master, still had time to add words here.

It’s all about twists and turns, who can’t see the problem?

Wu Zhaochang said: "Do you believe that Long Boji committed suicide? If he did not commit suicide, then why did he write to Zhongshan Weisun?"

"What's the problem with a letter?" Master Dongtian continued.

"I heard that someone can hide in words." Wu Zhaochang said.

Song Huai's expression became serious: "Are they related?"

"I didn't say that." Wu Zhaochang said: "But the magical powers in the world are ever-changing, and there is nothing you can't imagine but nothing you can't do. Changsheng Lord has been able to live and dance for so many years, how can I dare to underestimate him?"

"Do you need to see what is written in this letter?" Zhongshan Yanwen's face was very ugly. He was willing to pay the price to teach Zhongshan Weisun a life lesson, but this did not mean that he was willing to let Zhongshan Weisun Being used again and again.

Nandou Hall sent a dead person out, including a corpse, a relic, and a suicide note. What were the intentions of these tricks?

If something goes wrong, it must be a monster.

It doesn't matter if the dog jumps over the wall in a hurry, there is no other choice. No matter what this "demon" is, if it dares to tie it to Zhongshan Weisun, it means that Zhongshan Yanwen's killing spear is not sharp enough.

"Lord Changsheng's methods are complicated. Don't read the letter, lest you fall into the trap!" Wu Zhaochang said, and with a backhand punch, he blasted the body of the true disciple of Tiantong Hall in the distance into nothing, leaving not even a trace of blood. .

"Is there a problem with this disciple's death?" Dongtian Master was really doubtful this time. He didn't believe that he couldn't see as clearly as Wu Zhaochang: "I don't think there is anything wrong with him. Except that his mood is unstable and his consciousness is slightly crazy. …These are all reasonable.”

"It's better to be cleaner." Wu Zhaochang said calmly: "When I do things, I don't like to leave opportunities to others."

Then with a distant stroke of his index finger, the letter that he didn't know was really related to Long Boji was cleared into nothing. This is the purest state, the most concrete "one" in the source sea, and nothing can be placed in it.

"Good habit." Song Huai said in a neutral tone.

Wu Zhaochang looked at Zhongshan Yanwen again: "The Changsheng Lord is so crazy that he dares to use any means. Doesn't General Zhongshan have the idea of ​​​​slaying the devil?"

Zhongshan Yanwen was still angry, but seeing him like this, he softened his mood: "How can a certain family interfere in this great Chu war?"

He looked back at Zhongshan Weisun, and then said: "Since Long Boji is dead, there is no point in us staying here. Let's just say goodbye - I wish Duke An Guo a prosperous military career!"

He grabbed Zhongshan Weisun and disappeared into the long night.

Wu Zhaochang sighed: "General Zhongshan is very hasty, because he is afraid that I will collect debts!"

Although Long Boji died, Zhongshan Yanwen's promise could not be forgotten. Because the face of Chu State has been given!

Song Huai, who was also in debt, just smiled lightly: "I was just about to appreciate the might of the Duke of China!"

"With all the gossip, it's time to get down to business." Wu Zhaochang said to Song Huai and Jiang Wang: "You two will wait here for a moment. Let me clear the court steps and prepare a banquet. Please take your seats!"

It was obvious that he did not intend for Song Huai to observe the final battle to kill Nandou and Lord Changsheng at close range. He was only given an opening to enter the secret realm for the banquet after the war.

Before he finished speaking, Wu Zhaochang had already landed on the top of Du'e Peak.

The soldiers of the Chu army all over the mountains and plains were instantly united into one body, and the soldiers were entangled in the mountains and formed clouds.

There has never been such thick fog or such thick clouds on Mount Duer.

But seeing the soldiers rolling, it instantly transformed into a black evil dragon tens of thousands of feet long, enough to swallow Du'e Peak. It turned back with a low roar and penetrated into the secret realm of Nandou!

The so-called South Dou Gate and the Great Formation Barrier were really broken like tissue paper.

Everything that should be noisy or sharp is hidden deep in the evil spirit like billowing smoke.

A military master like Wu Zhaochang had a strong army to conquer the mountains and sealed off the Nandou Secret Realm early - there was no suspense in this battle.

"What are you looking at?" Song Huai glanced at Jiang Wang, who was determined not to look this way: "Can you see inside?"

Jiang Wangdao: "Let me analyze Bingsha!"

As he spoke, he added: "I also know a little bit about military affairs."

"After all, the relationship between Chu and Jingguo is not close. Whether it is Wu Zhaochang's Taoist principles or the tactics of the evil-faced army, I can't wait to see more." Song Huai said with a half-smile but not a smile. I can follow up on your relationship, but it’s a pity that I got involved.”

Jiang Wang looked away: "I don't understand what Master Dongtian said. I am upright in Taixu Pavilion and have nothing to do with any force. It is only a personal friendship and no representation of interests."

Song Huai smiled and said: "I admire this about you. What I am talking about is that you are extremely upright, so Chu State should not mind letting you watch - what are you remembering?"

Jiang Wang raised the green slip: "If a respected figure like Master Dongtian can give me a fair evaluation and speak out for me, of course I will write it down. I am a stupid person, and I know how to respond if someone slanders me in the future. "

Song Huai stopped talking.

Du'e Peak was also silent in the cold night.

[Thanks to book friend "锔愬簌谡鍕即" for becoming the ally of this book! It’s for the 715th Alliance of the Red Heart Patrol! 】

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