I save the world with a knife

Chapter 135 Surrounded

When Miao Wu escorted Du Zhuo back, she happened to see Rong Xian fishing.

Okay, you sit firmly on the Diaoyutai commanding people, and you don't even prepare a sip of hot tea.I haven't become a landlord yet, but the essence of landlord crumbs has already been deeply grasped.

Her momentum sank, and she strode up to Rong Xian's side. The sound of her footsteps was so loud that the small bridge trembled.

Rong Xian looked sideways, and the corners of her eyes twitched slightly: "What do you do with so much energy, I'm scared away by you."

"Fish? You only have fish in your heart. Do you want me to throw you into the pool and be intimate with those fish?"

Rong Xian was a little at a loss for her sudden temper, she didn't seem to have done anything bad recently.

Thinking about it again, could it be that Miao Wu thinks that she has been fishing recently and ignored her?Are you jealous?
Really, how old are people.

She looked at Miao Wu sincerely with her big eyes, and said, "Well, besides the fish, I still have you in my heart."

Miao Wu's ears turned red, and she shouted: "Idiot, what are you talking about, who told you this?"

She stepped forward to pick up Rong Xian, and said grumpily: "I'm out in the wind and rain, and you're just fishing here. At least I can help you out, and you're pretty good at it."

What?Miao Wu is so vicious and wants her to go out and fight people desperately!

"Miao Wu, I'm afraid~" Rong Xian dragged out her tone and said coquettishly.

Wonderful dance...

Damn, I was so cute.

She put the man down, and after careful thought, the assassination before was indeed quite terrifying.It is reasonable for the young master to persevere to the end alone, leaving a shadow in his heart.

This matter has to be thoroughly discussed with the landlord, and this matter cannot be allowed to become the young master's heart demon, which is not good for the road.

After making up her mind, she finally got down to business: "Little friend Du Zhuo's subordinates have escorted him back safely. What else do you want to order? If not, the subordinates will go to do other things."

Rong Xian sat on the chair, pondered for a moment, knocked her elbows on her knees, clasped her fingers, leaned forward, and looked very closely at the protector, with an aggressive tone: "You want to leave? Protagonist, Deputy Hall Master Ling Shuang will take care of you, and you have time to be busy with my affairs."

Miao Wu said delicately: "It seems that the young master is also clear that the subordinate is the master of the martial arts hall, and the protector of the law in the building, not your personal attendant."

Hearing this, Rong Xian sat back, leaned on the back of the chair, slightly narrowed her shining eyes, as if she was thinking, but her eyes were always entwined on Miao Wu.

"Are you reminding me to give you a title?" She asked troubled.

Miao Wu choked her throat and almost laughed angrily.

She said unhappily, "Do I want a title? I want to go to the martial arts hall, and I don't want to do your trivial and troublesome things."

But Rong Xian suddenly chuckled: "I understand, so the Dharma protectors are belligerent. This is easy to solve. You can mobilize people from the martial arts hall tomorrow to surround all the exits of the Holy Burial Mountain. The day after tomorrow, that is, April [-]th Launch an attack, and kill everyone on the holy mountain."

She stood up, smoothed the hem of her skirt slowly, and walked down the small bridge surrounded by chasing wind and shadows, with a loose voice: "I will give you a stage to kill, Dharma protector, carry out my orders and expel forces from outside the territory. I May you bring death to the Holy Burial Mountain and victory to me, and I will wait for your return in the East Hall."

Rong Xian waved her hands without looking back, and left gracefully.

Miao Wu's irritable expression receded, and the bloody breath of madness and mad battle welled up in her heart. She laughed a few times and said loudly: "Follow your will, young master."

She flicked her cloak and turned to leave.

The black cloak drew a trail behind him, splitting the space in half, one half was black and bottomless, like an abyss, and the other half was bright and brilliant, shining forever.

Killing, but she has a good heart.

Miao Wu clenched her fists tightly, and the fighting spirit began to brew all over her body.

After she left, Du Zhuo, who was standing alone by the bridge, nodded his chin, his eyes gleaming, full of shock, astonishment, and unspeakable excitement.

He understood, finally saw it.

The young lady issued an order for the entire northern region the day before yesterday, and now she is brewing the most powerful killing move, beheading all those who ignore the order, using blood and bones to pile up her majesty that cannot be resisted.

But Miss, relying on Liuguanglou's Miaowu guardian alone is not enough.

There are too many monks on the mountain of burial, and the strong are densely packed like a cloud.

The three giants in the north of the region joined forces, and they were unable to stop the forces in the three major regions of the south, west and east of the region.

What else do you have to do?
No matter how Du Zhuo thought about it, he couldn't imagine how the little lady would play her cards in order to keep those who disobeyed the order in the Holy Burial Mountain.

After all, the landlord and other high-level forces will not take action.

This point can be clearly seen from the fact that the order was issued by the young master, but the landlord was unmoved.

Du Zhuo bowed to Rong Xian's back, turned and left.

No matter what the young lady has behind him, he must try his best to do everything he can.

Chuying glanced at the leaving figure, and said in a low voice, "Girl, Mr. Du has left."

Rong Xian looked at her short fingers, and said slowly: "He knows what he should do! It took me some time to train him, and he will definitely not let me down."

After returning to the East Hall, Rong Xian went to the secret room to retreat.

The Holy Burial Mountain did not know when it started, and a faint mist appeared, quietly and naturally blending into it, without attracting anyone's attention.

In the mist, there are rustling whispers, but when you search for it, you find nothing.

The faint mist spread quickly, and within half a day, it covered most of the Holy Burial Mountain.

But because the mist was too thin, worse than green smoke, it didn't arouse anyone's vigilance.

In a space unknown to everyone, the bride in a red wedding dress stood in front of a valley full of singing birds and flowers, and spoke with anticipation: "Ayin, Ayin, Ayin..."

One call out, with hopeless desolation and resentment, strands of unwillingness to condense, gray paper dust floating down the sky...

In front of the busiest and brightest wisteria flower tree in the Burial Holy Mountain, there was an exquisite small pavilion at some point.There are stone tables and chairs in the pavilion, as well as sandalwood and tea.

The luthier sat on the stone chair, and the Jiaoweiqin was placed on the stone table.

He was dressed in a moon-white robe, outlining strings of bell-like flowers with golden silk threads, with a complex and noble air, and a graceful bearing.

When he plucked the strings with his long-sleeved fingers, those who paid attention to him subconsciously listened to the melodious music, and then forgot that he was a strong man who was not reunited, and regarded him as a noble son who played the piano and played flowers.

Where the sound of the piano reaches, the invisible sound waves turn into a large net dotted around, covering the surroundings and connecting with the strange fog.

Picking up the teacup and taking a sip, he smiled, elegant and perfect: "I have to play a song of death for the guests who came from afar. I wish the guests a smooth next life, and remember the goodness of the poor luthier."

"However, it's really rude to trespass on other people's territory without authorization, and I have to apologize to the young landlord."

He flicked up his sleeves, and pots of brightly colored daffodils released their fragrance and appeared around the wisterias.

The luthier rubbed the center of his brows distressedly: "I don't know if sending these flowers to Liuguanglou will calm down the little girl?"

At this time, Rong Xian, who was supposed to be retreating in the pilgrimage mansion, had quietly arrived at the Holy Burial Mountain wearing a black cloak.

'clang! '

The dull and vicissitudes of the bell rang, and a huge bell shadow flashed over the funeral mountain, connecting the mist with the piano net.

The bell was not loud, nor did it carry any special power, making people who heard it think it was the morning bell of the temple at the foot of the mountain.

Some monks faintly sensed something was wrong, but under the influence of the mist, they put down their sense of crisis.

……

When the time came to April [-]th, the three giants in the northern region were eerily quiet. Their attention was all on the Holy Burial Mountain, and they cast a ray of gaze towards the Holy Burial Mountain.

They also wanted to know what method the young master used to drive away all the people who were lured to the Holy Burial Mountain.

This determines her voice and presence in Yubei in the future.

There are still countless people coming and going on the Holy Burial Mountain, searching for treasures every inch of space without giving up.

Today, there are very few monks who have come, and most of them have already arrived.

Rong Xian took off her cloak and wore a pink skirt, playing here like a rich family.

She was bouncing around with her hands behind her back.

In just a short while, I met no less than three waves of monks.

This is really #人为财死鸟为食死#.

"That's right, everyone wants a baby, and everyone is confident that they are destined."

A crisp voice sounded, Rong Xian turned her head to look at the inexplicable person who accosted her, and asked doubtfully, "Did I just say what was on my mind?"

Qing Que, who was wearing a saint's costume, walked lightly by herself, with a fairy air all over her body.

She smiled and said, "Yes, you said it."

"I'm Qingque, how about you?" Her attitude was very friendly, and she didn't look down on Rong Xian at all because of her low cultivation.

Of course, it is also possible that both of them are in the foundation building stage, even if one is in the early stage of foundation building and the other is at the peak of foundation building, they are both in the same big realm, and Qing Que is embarrassed to look down on others.

She built a foundation at a young age, and her qualifications are much better than hers.

Rong Xian smiled wantonly: "If you don't want to change your name, if you don't sit or change your surname, I'm Yajun."

Qingque: ...

Speaking so confidently and confidently, could it be that he is a disciple of a great sect?

But she hadn't heard of it at all.

Qing Que coughed lightly, and was embarrassed to say that she hadn't heard of it. She always felt that she would expose her ignorance. Maybe she was really famous, but she was the only one who was ignorant.

She concealed her embarrassment, and replied earnestly: "It turned out to be Yajun Taoist friend, who has admired his name for a long time."

Rong Xian raised her eyebrows with great interest: "You came to the Holy Burial Mountain to look for treasures? I heard many people say that there are treasures here."

Qing Que coughed again. These words were too straightforward. Putting them on competing monks, this kind of language that can be called seeking information and probing purposes will be regarded as a provocation, and it is normal to directly kill them.

But the problem is that the person who said this is an ignorant child who doesn't know what to say and what not to say.

Qingque replied helplessly: "Baby may be there, but there are too many strong people looking for it, so I don't expect to get the baby, just take a look at it and learn a lot. What about you, what are you doing here?"

Talking to a child, she also broke many taboos, at least she learned to be frank.

Rong Xian laughed in a low voice, with a teasing tone in a loose tone: "I'm here to kill people, and a group of people broke into my house without authorization, and they couldn't be driven away. It really makes me angry."

She said that she was angry, ridiculously wanton and arrogant, and she didn't look angry at all.

Rong Xian got excited about talking, and talked about herself with great interest to the little friend she just met.

"I told the uninvited guests in advance, told them to leave quickly, and gave them a chance. But Xiao Que'er also knows that the nature of human beings is so bad, no one listens to me, they think I'm joking."

"So, I set up a game and prepared to catch everyone. The funny thing is that they stepped into the trap happily, without even a trace of reason."

"Since they took the initiative to send it to the door, why didn't I completely kill the grass and roots, vent my anger, and show my majesty."

"I just love seeing how they end up feeling impotent and furious. I love it so much."

Qingque: "..." He smiled dryly.

Leaving aside the fact that the child called her Xiao Que'er familiarly, just from the child's statement, it can be heard that this child is conceited and arrogant, with a hint of evil spirit to play with people's hearts.

She——somewhat unassuming for some reason.

This little doll is very evil, she is very sorry for her life, it's better not to get too close to this kind of evil person, in case they have some killer moves.

Under Rong Xian's expectant eyes, Qing Que used the Shengyin Pavilion Light Escape Technique to the highest level, and disappeared in front of Rong Xian's eyes with a 'swish'.

Rong Xian who was still waiting for her to take over: "!!"

Anyway, you compliment me a few words before you leave, you run away without saying hello, have you run into a ghost?

——Could it be that this is the legendary #那些你可能的我给不见#.

Rong Xian: Take revenge!
The wind blew, and the sun slanted overhead.

Rong Xian curled her lips in boredom, and she didn't have the desire to wander around.

She found a big tree at random and lay down to rest. It wasn't cold when the night wind blew.

The night at the Holy Burial Mountain was as noisy as the day, and the waves of monks were so energetic that it made people weep.

The existence of the Heavenly Dao Saint Artifact made everyone go crazy.

Finally, half an hour before dawn, Zhai Qingchen rushed over.

Until dawn, no one came, and no one left the funeral mountain.

Rong Xian, who was still lying on the tree trunk, suddenly opened her eyes. She jumped down from the tree, took out her black cloak and put it on, and looked at the morning star in the sky.

"Since you have chosen, let's go to the end. None of us should regret it." She spoke with a certain rhythm, which made people sound extremely elegant and convincing, with a sense of historical precipitation that did not match her age.

clang--

This time, the bell rang without any disguise.

The unique aura fluctuates and spreads, spreading in the world with aura, so the monks know that this is the natal magic weapon of the young master of Liuguanglou, the sound of the evening bell.

But, why did Mu Tianzhong appear here?

Could it be that Liuguanglou has already been involved in the search for the holy artifacts of the heavenly way, or to prevent them from obtaining the holy artifacts of the heavenly way?

Tension and vigilance climbed into my heart, and everyone began to be vigilant.

Everyone who had already seen the picture stone of the young master, and knew what the Mutian bell represented, seemed to be blinded by an invisible force at this moment. It is the beginning of killing and the end of life.

　Rong Xian: I surrounded the Holy Burial Mountain.

　　All forces: We surrounded the Holy Burial Mountain.

　　Continental giants: We have surrounded the Holy Burial Mountain.

　　Ask: Of the above three schools, who is telling the truth and who is telling the lie?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)