long night walk

Chapter 1595 Dependents

The female official who came forward with the medicine lowered her head and said in a low voice: "The young prince is not in the palace today..."

"Cough, cough, cough..." Master Fanshu covered her lips and started coughing rapidly. As her movements became increasingly violent, layers of shocking bright red slowly spread across her neatly-clothed chest.

"Real person!" The female official's face changed drastically.

Fanshu Zhenren waved his hand and said, "It's okay, ahem! It's just that there have been wars everywhere in Kunlun Jingxu in recent days, so it's better not to let Xiaoshanjun run around. Otherwise, if he falls into the hands of the True Immortal Sect, it will probably cause trouble for Qingshui and the others."

The female official consoled her, "You are too worried, Master. Although the little princess has no cultivation, she is not without the ability to protect herself. With the protection of Bai Ye Luo Shu, even if Qing Ao comes in person, it will be difficult to take her away in a short time."

Master Fanshu seemed to be listening to her carefully, but his eyes were elsewhere, and he seemed absent-minded for some reason.

I don't know how much of her words he took in. She remained silent and didn't say anything else.

The female official looked at her angrily, but did not dare to continue talking or disturbing her.

Master Fanshu gently stroked the wound on his chest. A faint green halo like a willow leaf spread out from the palm of his hand and sank into the wound. Only then did his complexion look a little better.

It was not until the female official left that the hand that was pressed tightly against his heart slowly loosened.

Although the bleeding from the wound on the chest had stopped, when the hand was loosened, an ominous black crack appeared on the palm.

The dark demonic energy diffused thickly, and occasionally wisps of red-gold flames could be seen blooming like flowers.

She exhaled slowly, and the spiritual power in her palms dissipated the breath completely.

Master Fanshu raised her eyes and looked at the deep thundering night sky. The bleak night wind blew up the few strands of white frost-like hair on her temples. She murmured softly, "So, this is fate?"

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Even though the bloodstains on the floor of the hall had long been washed away with clean water, the air was still filled with a faint smell of blood.

The disciples from the Yao Geng Temple stood on both sides of the hall, their eyes lowered and their bodies tense. Whenever they recalled the terrifying night not long ago, they were all extremely frightened, and layers of sweat covered their foreheads.

On the desk, there was a long wooden box, and inside the box was a bloodstained severed arm.

The disciples of the Yao Geng Temple standing on both sides occasionally raised their heads to peek, their gazes fixed on the broken arm, and the sweat on their foreheads became more and more intense.

Wu Hongni was wearing a thin Taoist robe and sitting on a high seat with a pale face. The cloak embroidered with cranes was half draped over his body, but it could not hide the bright red blood seeping from the wound on his broken arm on his shoulder.

Everyone was silent, but couldn't help but glance at the arrogant woman kneeling on the ground.

Wu Hongni, who had been silent for a long time with a solemn expression on her face, suddenly coughed softly, and then she said, "Do you know the consequences of your actions?"

Princess Zhao Wenjun of Qin slowly raised her head, her dark and bright eyes flashing crimson indiscernibly. She said calmly, "No matter what the consequences are, I am willing to bear them all, but the Palace Master should not have participated in this battle."

Wu Hongni narrowed his eyes, revealing a hint of danger: "Are you teaching me how to do things? But don't forget, who did you rely on to get here?"

Zhao Wenjun folded his hands on the ground, bowed deeply to her, and said: "It is because of the Lord's kindness that I am where I am today. That is why I want to advise the Lord not to interfere in the Kunlun war."

Wu Hongni glanced at the bloodstained black sword on Zhao Wenjun's waist and smiled coldly: "This seems to have nothing to do with you, right? Even though I allow you to stand by my side, I have never acknowledged that you are from the Yaogeng Temple."

Zhao Wenjun straightened his back, his eyes were as deep as the rippling light of a lake, shining straight into people's hearts.

Wu Hongni glanced at the many disciples in the hall calmly and said in a calm voice: "Can you all withdraw?"

All the disciples looked at each other.

Although they didn't know why this human woman could win the heart of the Palace Master, and made an exception to bring a woman who had not yet passed the tribulation and became an immortal to guide and teach her, and even brought her to visit Kunlun Mountain. Last night, she was even more daring and presumptuous, and dared to sneak attack the Palace Master Wu, and was so bold as to cut off her arm.

He should be punished with death, and lingchi would not be excessive.

But Palace Master Wu has kept her until now.

Although Palace Master Wu's attitude is deep and unclear now, up to now, although her aura and pressure are terrifying, she has never had the slightest intention to kill.

Everyone was confused and didn't dare to stay here for long, so they left one after another.

When they were the only two left in the hall, Wu Hongni's eyes narrowed slightly, and the brocade box on the table spontaneously caught fire.

The bloody severed arm burned in the flames.

The princess looked straight ahead, her expression did not change at all, and she said calmly, "Palace Master, why would you be like this?"

Wu Hongni smiled coldly and said, "If not, can you go back and report to that lunatic?"

Princess Zhao Wenjun chuckled, rubbing the black sword at her waist with her palm, and asked, "When did the Palace Master see that?"

Wu Hongni said calmly: "From the day you approached me intentionally, I knew that you were acting under the instructions of that madman Sikong."

She lowered her eyes, her gaze also fell on the black sword in her hand, a trace of hatred flashed in her eyes: "The dark and stench of the corpse demon clan, even if you use purification to cover it up, it still makes me feel disgusted instinctively."

Zhao Wenjun shook his head and sighed, "The Dark Blood Power of the Corpse Demon King Clan is indeed extraordinary. If I hadn't verified it myself, I wouldn't have known that with that person's power, I could actually hurt an ancient immortal like you. It's a pity that the Dark Blood Power in this sword has been exhausted. If the Palace Master wants to kill me now, I don't even have the ability to protect myself."

Wu Hongni's eyes were cold: "Are you very proud?"

Zhao Wenjun said: "There is nothing to be proud of. In my life, I don't like being coerced. As the Palace Master said, that guy is a lunatic who doesn't care about the consequences. As long as he can please himself, he can do anything."

Wu Hongni said: "Sikong was an extremely conceited and arrogant person when he was a human. Even if he wants to use you, he values ​​the blood of the corpse demon royal family very much and will never lend his dark blood power to outsiders.

Since you hold this sword, it means that he still has some preference for you, at least he does not regard you as an outsider."

Wu Hongni raised her eyes and said calmly, "So, what is your relationship with the Corpse Demon Clan?"

Hearing this, Zhao Wenjun, who had never shown any fear in the face of the supreme majesty of a powerful man like Wu Hongni, eyelids twitched.

For some reason, the scar on her neck that had long since healed began to ache again as her mood fluctuated.

She pulled the corner of her mouth and said, "Palace Master, you are too kind. How can I, a mere princess of the Qin Kingdom, be involved with the Corpse Demon Clan?"

"Don't dare?" Wu Hongni's eyes contained a hint of sneer: "You even dare to provoke Sikong, you say you don't dare to involve other corpse demon kings? Zhao Wenjun, others may not know about your past, but you can't hide it from my eyes. Over the years, you have always been weak to others and not good at cultivation, but the dirty deeds you did behind the scenes don't mean that I don't know.

You can even do things for Wang Yi, and although you act cautiously, you also have no taboos."

Zhao Wenjun narrowed his eyes fiercely and said, "So you already knew about my past."

"So you should know that it is not pleasant to be bullied. You are the first person since ancient times to practice forbidden techniques that even demons dare not practice among humans."

Wu Hongni looked at him with a playful look, and said, "The magic skills of the demon clan backfired on itself, and formed a blood curse seal on its own, leaving behind a mark unique to the demon clan. For a proud and arrogant princess like you, who pursues the ideal of the great way, this is nothing short of a disaster, right?"

Zhao Wenjun's face was indifferent and his voice was cold: "Palace Master, you are joking. I don't have any blood curse seal on my body."

  "You're still lying. I smell the scent of Flame Marrow on you. So, the chaos in the Tianxi Sword Sect a few years ago was also caused by you?

You are really cruel to yourself by using the Flame Marrow to cleanse the marks of practicing the magic skills. I admire your awareness of the Great Dao, and also your persistence and scheming. This reminds me of my youth, but these..."

Wu Hongni's eyes flashed: "That's not a reason for you to collude with Sikong!"