Jiaohua

Mrs. Chen's appearance reminded Nangong Qiuming in the hall of thinking about the funerary objects from the ancient tomb that he had asked her to visit a few days ago today.

Nangong Qiuming got up from his seat and said, "Let's go, follow me, I'll talk to you slowly."

Mrs. Chen nodded, bowed to the other men in the hall, and followed Nangong Qiuming.

When Nangong Qiuming stepped out of the hall, the woman standing at the door finally moved and turned to follow him.

Mrs. Chen, who had only entered for a short time, came out of the hall again, making her pair of black eyes staring at her from a distance slightly narrowed.

Shen Lie met her when she was in Ruan's house in Nanshan. At that time, the relationship between these people was not as united as their ancestors in the murals.

Mrs. Chen followed Nangong Qiuming, and went to the second floor, third floor, and finally the fourth floor from the wooden ladder next to the main hall.

After entering the room, Nangong Qiuming turned around and said to Guo Guan who was outside the door: "Mr. Guo, please come in too."

The door was closed, only the half-white haired woman and Chen Lei were left standing outside.

At the same time they closed the door, there was movement from the southwest direction. Shen Lie looked back and saw two large fishing boats stopped on the shore, and the Fang family children headed by Fang Zhenwan got off the boat one after another There are 26 people in total.

A guard saw them from a distance, turned and ran towards the hall.

Apart from Fang Ji, other children of the Fang family died in vain during this period, so the Fang family all wore white clothes and had to continue to mourn for a hundred days.

There are mountains beside the river, and they came up from an extremely hidden trail that was hard to detect.

Passing through the verdant and intertwined mountain mud road, the road became flat, Fang Zhenwan's footsteps suddenly stopped, looked at the large flat land in the distance, and opened his eyes wide.

The people beside and behind her also saw it.

The corpses were neatly arranged on the ground, none of them were clean, and all of them seemed to be fished out of a pool of blood.

A large thatched roof was set up in the sky to prevent the corpse from being exposed to the sun.

"Auntie!" Several swordsmen of the Fang family ran towards them.

Fang Zhenwan's fingers trembled, she couldn't speak, she stared blankly at the corpses all over the floor, tears fell from her eyes.

Fang Zhenwan's youngest nephew, Fang Hui, stepped forward and said to the oncoming swordsman with a trembling voice, "We received a flying letter saying that something happened to Fang Mao and the others, but the letter didn't say..."

His eyes turned to the corpses.

The Fang Mao he was talking about died with his eyes wide open, the fatal wound was on his neck, and his death was horrific.

The wound didn't look like a knife, nor did it look like a sword. The wound looked like it was bitten by a wild animal.

But no matter which beast, there is no such dense, messy and ferocious teeth.

"It's Ah Li, that little slut from the Qiao family!" A swordsman approached and knelt down at Fang Zhenwan with a plop, "Auntie, she's so skilled, so many of us are no match for her!"

"What?!" Fang Hui widened his eyes and said in surprise, "You mean she's the only one?!"

The swordsman refused to admit it, and nodded while crying.

Everyone is stupid.

"This, how is it possible?" Fang Hui couldn't believe it, "Our Fang family swordsman is not so bad at it!"

"It's not surprising," Fang Zhenwan said, her voice hoarse and exhausted, "This evildoer is very skilled, and he is known for his agility and swiftness."

As she spoke, she walked towards the open space, and slowly approached the corpses of her people: "The first time I met her was in front of Feishuang Pavilion. Others attacked her first, but they couldn't do anything to her. Her footwork, There is no one in the world who can compare to her."

Mentioning this, Fang Zhenwan felt like a knife was piercing her heart.

She underestimated this witch too much, otherwise, that night, she would definitely not make a move, and just watched Chu Zheng, who was also a top expert, die at her hands.

Just because she made a move, Fang Ji followed suit.

Slowed down, Fang Zhenwan continued: "Our Fang family has unique knowledge of bow and crossbow, sword technique and swordsmanship. Among them, swordsmanship is won by sword formation, and the ancestors taught that they are united and work together to break gold. It is because few people can learn from our side The family's sword formation retreated completely, so when the head coach Cao passed the sword formation, he hardly taught them defensive skills."

Fang Hui murmured: "If that bitch is fast enough, he can break the sword formation directly. No matter how powerful the sword formation is, if it can't take shape, it can't be fixed, then it's loose sand."

Fang Zhenwan had already walked to the side of the shed, and the stench in the air seemed to be there, but it was not yet strong.

"These are whip wounds," Fang Zhenwan looked down at the corpse, "They have no defense skills, and their weapons are not as long and flexible as her whips, and she hurt the killer again. How can they not die?"

"She's still a woman, this woman is too scary..." Fang Hui said.

"What did the people inside say?" Fang Zhenwan asked.

The swordsman who knelt down and cried earlier replied: "They are discussing whether to go or stay, and discussing how to deal with that little bitch."

"Deal with it? Okay..." Fang Zhenwan said, "I'll go and see if they have so many smart heads, can they really help me deal with that bitch!"

Shen Lie looked coldly at Fang Zhenwan leading the people towards the South Gate Hall.

During this process, those crossbowmen hiding in the dark never moved half a step.

"Shen Lie?" A soft voice came from below.

After a heavy pause, he lowered his head.

Under the tree next door, the girl who just woke up got up and was looking around.

Shen Lie let go of the branches and landed quickly.

Xia Zhaoyi turned around, and after seeing him, he raised his head and looked up into the sky.

It was also when she looked up that she saw the words Shen Lie left on the tree.

An upward pointing arrow with text: I'm above.

Xia Zhaoyi chuckled, and looked back at him.

"You haven't slept for long, have you slept enough?" Shen Lie asked with concern.

"If you want to come here to watch, just come, why did you bring me here?"

"It's not hugging," Shen Lie hurriedly explained, "I'm carrying it on my back."

Xia Zhaoyi looked over and found that the long sword he was carrying behind his back was hanging by his waist.

"..." Xia Zhaoyi didn't know what to say.

Seeing her calm down, Shen Lie raised his eyebrows lightly, and changed the subject abruptly: "By the way, I saw Fang's family in the tree, they just arrived."

Hearing this, Xia Zhaoyi raised his head to look in the direction of the Xingyun Tower, and said calmly, "Thunder is going to be furious."

"The crossbowmen are still there."

Xia Zhaoyi nodded, and walked towards the lake: "But they, let's talk about something else. You should have seen all the murals when they came."

"Yeah." Shen Lie followed her.

"What do you think?" Xia Zhaoyi looked up at him.

"To the Qiao family, or to?"

"Joe's house."

"I don't know how to look at it," Shen Lie said truthfully, "I never listen to what the family says, it's too one-sided."

Xia Zhaoyi smiled: "Me too."

Especially this kind of "propaganda copywriting" that is only passed on within the family. Right and wrong, black and white, good and evil, are all left to the person who wrote it.