The Beacon of Kyushu

Chapter 35

The colorful lights faded away, and Murong Yunyao walked alone in the night in a daze.

She didn't know whether she should go back to Nanqing Palace or face Yun Zixiao again.If they go back, can the two really defy God's will?If you don't go back, what should you do now?

When Murong Yunyao was at a loss, she suddenly felt that her legs were being pulled by someone. She subconsciously kicked up, and was about to kick the thing that was blocking her legs to the side.But just as she raised her leg, she heard a little girl crying beside her leg.She was startled when she heard the sound, and hurriedly bent over to look at the little girl, only to see that she was dressed in rags, her face was yellow and emaciated, and she was hugging her leg and sobbing constantly.Seeing that the little girl was very pitiful, she couldn't help asking: "Little sister, what's your name? Why are you staying here alone?"

The little girl wiped her tears with her dirty little hands, choked up and said, "Sister, my name is Anian."

Murong Yunyao's tone softened quickly, and she squatted beside the little girl and asked, "Little sister, are you lost? My sister will take you home, okay?"

The little girl choked up again and said, "My parents are dead, and my sister has gone with those evil spirits. I have no home!"

Murong Yunyao was startled, "Evil ghost? What kind of evil ghost? Little sister, are you sick? You are not talking nonsense!"

The little girl shook her head like a rattle, "No, I'm not talking nonsense! Those people are evil spirits! They all wear strange robes, often make weird moans, and their bodies are floating in mid-air. How can there be such people? ? They must be ghosts!"

Murong Yunyao thought to himself, "Although the world is vast, there are many sects, big and small, but apart from the people in the Nine Nether Ghost Realm who often wore ghost masks and pretended to be ferocious ghosts, how can there be another sect like this in the world?"

Murong Yunyao couldn't help frowning, and kept recalling the various sects that her father had explained to her in her mind.But after thinking about it for a long time, she couldn't figure out who these people came from. If the little girl was not crying so sadly, she would definitely think that the little girl made up all these things.

"Sister, you must help me!" The little girl begged loudly, tears rolled down her eyes, and instantly wet Murong Yunyao's long skirt.

Murong Yunyao looked at the little girl suspiciously, and asked, "Little sister, there are so many pedestrians on the street, why did you ask me for help?"

The little girl stopped crying, looked at Murong Yunyao trustingly and said: "I once heard from my sister that those who practice martial arts have lighter steps than ordinary people, and their eyes are brighter than others. I searched for it on the street for a long time. Only my sister has the lightest footsteps and the brightest eyes, my sister must be a master, and she can definitely help me save my sister!"

Murong Yunyao sighed helplessly, and wanted to leave, but felt sorry for this poor little girl.She looked into the crowd behind her, but she didn't see Yun Zixiao chasing her, so she said: "Little sister, my sister does know a little martial arts, but she may not be a match for this group of people, why don't you follow me to Nanqing Palace Send rescuers!"

The little girl trembled all over when she heard the words, and then shook her head desperately: "No, I won't go! Nanqing Palace is the Eight Princes' Mansion, and ordinary people will be scolded by the servants if they get closer to the gate of the mansion. I am just a homeless little girl. Girl, he can't help me, it's impossible!"

Murong Yunyao patted the little girl's head and said with a smile: "Don't worry, Ba Wang is my sister's friend, he will definitely help you. Let's go quickly, your sister will be taken away by those evil spirits if it's too late. If you look for it, you won’t find it!”

"Okay..." The little girl nodded timidly, followed closely behind Murong Yunyao, and walked quickly towards Nanqing Palace.

After a while, the two came to the Nanqing Palace.

Murong Yunyao picked up the little girl and walked into the palace without thinking, only to see that there was no one in the hall that was usually filled with drums and music, and the eight kings had long since disappeared.She couldn't help shouting loudly: "Brother Yun, the Eighth King Qiansui, come quickly! Saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda!" She shouted several times, but no one responded.

Just when she was wondering, an extremely beautiful singer in a green skirt came over from the inner courtyard and said respectfully: "Miss Murong is back? Mr. Yun and Qiantui are not in the mansion, do you have anything to do with them? "

Murong Yunyao was slightly taken aback, and hurriedly said: "My girl, if I remember correctly, your name is Qing Yu, right? Tell me quickly, where did they go? Did you say when you would be back when you left?"

Qing Yu thought for a while and said: "Mr. Yun came back just now and said that he was separated from you on the street, so he went back to the palace alone. The eighth king Qiansui wanted to clean up the dust for Mr. Yun, but unexpectedly someone came from the palace. The decree was passed, saying that the official family wanted to personally conquer the Northern Han Dynasty, so they urgently recruited Mr. Yun to return to the border, and Qiantui also went with him. Before they left, they asked me to tell you these things when the girl came back, so as not to worry the girl .”

Murong Yunyao stomped her feet anxiously when she heard the words, and thought, "Brother Yun, why doesn't he leave early or late, but why is he going back to the border at this time? The Eight Kings are always lazy, so why do they keep running to the border again and again? It seems that this girl is really with They don't match! Well, if only that little beggar was here, I finally have a helper!"

At this time, the little girl hugged Murong Yunyao's leg again, and burst into tears, "Miss sister, the Eighth Prince must have deliberately hid himself from seeing us, and I told him he wouldn't help me! Miss sister, if you don't Help me, I'm afraid my sister is really dead!"

The little girl's crying made Murong Yunyao's heart ache.She turned her heart and said to herself: "Aren't they just a group of pretenders? As the daughter of Murong Yanzhao, if I am afraid of them, I will not be ashamed to spread the word to the Jianghu in the future. I will kill everyone in Yao Hongyuan's village. I don't care if there are more dead souls under the sword!"

She wanted to give up and walked quickly to her room, took out the sword she was wearing, and said to the little girl, "Little sister, tell me quickly, which direction are they going?"

The little girl raised her dirty little hand, pointed to the southwest, and stammered: "I... I heard from them, it seems... It seems that I went to the Temple of the City God. Miss sister, you must help me to get rid of it. Save my sister, I beg you!"

Murong Yunyao nodded slightly, and said solemnly: "Little sister, don't worry, I will definitely rescue your sister. But until I come back, you must obediently stay in the palace and don't go anywhere!" She said holding a long sword , with a light tap of the toes on the ground, the person has crossed the high palace wall and disappeared into the distance in an instant.

Wuli on the outskirts of the city, the Temple of the City God.

At this time, the full moon has already set in the west, the red wheel has not yet risen in the east, and the sky and the earth are completely dark.Outside the dilapidated City God's Temple, there was no sound except for the north wind whizzing past. The silence was so chilling and suffocating.

Murong Yunyao walked slowly towards the Town God's Temple stepping on the thick snow.Her hands were tightly clenched on the hilt of the sword. She didn't know whether it was because of the cold weather or because she was too nervous. Her hands had turned pale and kept trembling slightly.

Although Murong Yunyao is not a peerless master, her lightness kung fu has reached a certain level.She held her breath and came to the front of the City God Temple without making any sound.When approaching the gate of the temple, she instinctively pulled out her long sword, and softly shouted: "The villains in the temple should stop pretending to be gods and tricks, get out of here quickly!" Her voice was not loud, but in the silent night, it was like a nine-day sky The thunder that exploded.

As soon as her words fell to the ground, a cold and deep voice came out from the temple, "Monster born of endless resentment, hurry up and swim back to your ghost beast, or we will tear you to pieces!" This voice was not human at all. It was issued, as if the demon of Jiuyou was whispering.

Murong Yunyao didn't have the slightest fear, instead she smiled and said: "Are you blind? This girl is like a flower and jade, she doesn't look like a monster, I think you are evil ghosts!" But before she finished her sentence, the expression on her face The smile froze suddenly.

Only seven or eight people in white robes jumped out of the temple lightly and stood neatly in front of her.Their long hair was loose, covering their faces. The white robes on their bodies were very tattered, and the sleeves of their clothes were even more criss-crossed, like prison clothes in a death row.Don't say it's night, even in broad daylight, it's enough to scare people out of their wits.

Murong Yunyao pointed at a few people with his sword, and shouted: "Which sect and school are you disciples, why are you pretending to be a ghost here? Hurry up and hand over the kidnapped girl, otherwise this girl will be rude to you!"

The few people didn't react at first when they heard the words, and then let out a burst of "Jie Jie" laughter, and said disdainfully: "Where did the devil come from, please don't deceive the crowd here! Our Chaos Sacred Sect never captures women. The women we come here are all believers in our holy religion!"

Murong Yunyao snorted coldly, and said: "A believer? With your ghostly appearance, there are people who believe, and you can still call believers? If you want the truth, hand them over to me, or today will be your death day!"

Seeing that a few people were silent, Murong Yunyao thought they were scared, and was about to step up to see if they were human or ghosts.At this time, several people suddenly moved, their feet did not touch the ground, and their bodies all floated in front of Murong Yunyao.They stretched out a pair of thin and long hands, and grabbed Murong Yunyao's neck.

Murong Yunyao hurriedly swung the long sword to cut off their wrists.But they seemed not afraid of death, they turned a blind eye to the long sword that Murong Yunyao stabbed, and stretched out their hands to strangle Murong Yunyao to death.Murong Yunyao understood that even if she could cut off three or four outstretched strange hands with one sword, she would definitely be strangled to death by the remaining strange hands.

When the sword was about to arrive, Murong Yunyao quickly withdrew her long sword to protect her chest, and slid her toes back three or four feet, only then was she able to avoid these devil's claws.Unwilling to give up, she swung her long sword forward, and just as her sword was about to fall again, she encountered the same situation as before, so she had to retreat again.

Murong Yunyao gradually discovered that these people in front of them didn't know martial arts at all, and they didn't have any routines to find, they completely relied on their physiological instincts to fight back.The most frightening thing is that these people are all blind, so they can ignore their own sword skills and only want to kill themselves.

When she met such an opponent, she had no choice but to fight and retreat.I thought to myself, "My grandfather Murong Zhang was once the leader of the evil way. I wonder if reporting his name can scare away these strange people."

She thought about it and shouted loudly: "You guys are so brave, you dare to attack the granddaughter of Murong Zhang, Mingzun of the Nine Nether Ghost Realm, are you tired of living!"

Murong Yunyao thought that even if this sentence could not scare them away, it would at least make them hesitate for a moment, which was enough for her to cut off their heads.But who knows that this group of people did not hesitate to arrest her. I don't know if they couldn't hear her words at all, or they didn't know who the sacred Murong Zhang, the leader of the evil way, was.

"Whoosh!" Murong Yunyao suddenly threw the scabbard in his hand behind several people, and the scabbard made a soft "dang" sound when it fell to the ground.When these people heard the voice, they all turned around and rushed towards the scabbard without thinking.

Seeing this, Murong Yunyao thought to herself, "Could it be that these people are all blind, and they just judged my location through the sound I made?"

Seeing this golden opportunity, she had no time to think about it, and the long sword stabbed out instantly, like a violent storm, enveloping all these weirdos.These weirdos heard a voice behind them, and were about to turn around and pounce on Murong Yunyao again, but there was a sword mark on their necks, and blood dripped down their necks.

They touched their necks in disbelief, then slowly fell to the ground, and said in unison: "Holy Lord of Chaos, protect my heart forever, eliminate demons and defend the way, and never fall into the netherworld..." Their voices became lower and lower, and finally fell to the ground. calm.But Murong Yunyao looked through their messy hair and was surprised to find that they all had gratifying smiles on their faces!

Murong Yunyao has seen countless pious believers, but no matter how pious they are, they will never show such a smile after being killed.She was deeply shocked by the smiles on these people's faces, and cold sweat flowed down her temples involuntarily.

(End of this chapter)