Wearing a book to teach the heroine to wake up, quack killing

The prince understands that protecting the country requires decisiveness and sometimes ruthlessness.

He nodded slightly in acquiescence.

This kind of thing doesn't even require an explicit edict.

Shen Nanfeng whispered: "Your Highness, let the Tianjian Division do the dirty work."

After bidding farewell to the prince, Shen Nanfeng took Xuan Shuang to the Jinyiwei Tianlao.

This was Shen Nanfeng's first time to see Ye Lingyao. Although he had come many times before, he always met with his master.

Mu Yuebai reminded him that to kill Ye Lingyao, the master must do it.

Since Mu Yuebai reminded her like this, it meant that the woman was really not easy to kill.

When Shen Nanfeng thought of this, he remembered the wooden box Mu Yuebai gave him before.

It has not been opened yet, after all, I had never thought of doing anything to Ye Lingyao before.

Arriving at the ninth floor of the Tianlao, Shen Nanfeng straightened his clothes and went to see the master first with food and drinks.

After a sudden pause, the old man looked at Shen Nanfeng.

"What are you doing standing there in a daze? Start practicing!"

"Master, I'm not here to practice martial arts today."

"What? Are you letting me out?"

The little old man said half-jokingly, in fact, the ninth floor of the prison may not be able to trap him, he just doesn't want to leave.

At this time, Shen Nanfeng took out the wooden box.

"Master, I came here today to let you go. A friend asked me to bring you this thing. I don't know what it is, but she said she would like to ask you to do something for her."

Seeing the small wooden box, the old man's eyes flashed.

The size made it easy for him to guess what was inside.

He carefully opened the wooden box and saw an iron fan lying inside.

The old man's eyes were shining, and he picked up the iron fan with a melancholy look.

"This fan is called the Xiaoyao Fan. It is made from the cold iron at the bottom of the cold pond in Tianshan Mountain. It is nine inches and five inches wide and has eighteen steps. The top of each fan bone is a sharp blade. It is what I used when I became famous as a young man!"

Upon hearing Xiaoyao Fan, Shen Nanfeng slapped his forehead.

Although the master never said what the kung fu he was taught was, he should have guessed it.

After all, it can be seen from the jailer's attitude that he is as important a person as Ye Lingyao.

As soon as Xiaoyao fan came out, Shen Nanfeng immediately knew his identity.

The most famous chivalrous person in the world at that time, the jade-faced scholar who was one of the eight great masters, was the most famous scholar in Xuanyuan Daolin.

This person is a master who can rival Ye Xianchen, and is recognized as the second best in the world.

"It turns out...it turns out that Master, you are the jade-faced scholar Xuanyuan Daolin?"

"Oh? Do you only know this as a kid? I saw that you started learning kung fu from me as soon as you came here, and you thought you already knew my identity!"

Old Xuanyuan stretched out his little finger and pinched his nose. How could he look like a jade-faced scholar in this sloppy look?
"It doesn't look like it, but Master, why are you locked up on the ninth floor of the prison?"

"You have so many questions. Even though you are kowtowing to become my disciple, you don't even know who I am? I'm still wondering. Why are you pretending like this? You have to ask about me every time. It turns out that you really don't know who I am. I know?"

After buttoning his nose, he rubbed his feet again.

"Master, who would have thought that you have such a good background, and I have never opened this box. If I had seen the Xiaoyao fan inside, I would have known it was you."

"Okay, okay, stop talking nonsense. If you can help me find the iron fan, it means you have put a lot of thought into it. Let's be honest, what do you want my help with?"

"Kill someone." "Kill who?"

"The guy next door to you." Shen Nanfeng narrowed his eyes.

But upon hearing this, Old Xuanyuan closed the iron fan and immediately put it back into the box.

"Okay, take the iron fan back."

"Ah? Master, are you refusing?"

"What do you think? You can keep this iron fan for yourself. The dagger technique I taught you before is actually used to play with this Xiaoyao fan. Think of it as a gift from the master to your disciple!"

After saying that, Old Xuanyuan lay down on the side and scratched his ears.

Shen Nanfeng was puzzled, "Why? It's not difficult for you to kill someone, right?"

"You know what the heck! Back then, I and Ye Xianchen cherished each other and became close friends. He and I made an agreement that if whoever dies first in the future, the living people must take care of the other person's descendants."

"and then?"

"But I failed to do it. I even joined forces with Ye Hui to capture Ye Lingyao. In order to atone for my sins, I invited myself to the prison."

When he said this, a sad sneer suddenly came from the cell next door.

"Hahahaha... Old man Xuanyuan, do you still have the nerve to mention my father?"

Old Xuanyuan spread his hands and seemed to feel a little moody.

"Niece Ye, you haven't spoken in so many years. I thought you were dead a long time ago."

"Old man, don't worry, you will definitely die before me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a strong internal force surged, shaking the entire ninth floor of the Heavenly Prison.

Old Xuanyuan suddenly looked solemn, "This woman's internal power is getting more and more terrifying..."

"Hahaha... I am the Crown Princess of Dachu! I am the Queen Mother! You treacherous officials and thieves!!! All of you must die!!!"

A shrill scream came from the cell next door, and Shen Nanfeng's scalp went numb.

Although I sympathized with this woman, I became more and more certain that she must be killed, otherwise the consequences would be endless.

Then he looked at Xuanyuan and said, "Master, if you don't agree, I will find a way to do it myself today."

At this time, Xuanyuan looked solemn and stood up to stop him.

"You said you were going to let me out today, right? Is this what His Majesty wants today?"

"That's right. In fact, the current Crown Prince doesn't know why you are being exposed here."

Upon hearing this, Xuanyuan stood up directly and shattered the iron ropes that bound him.

Then he stood up and walked out of the room.

Shen Nanfeng was stunned for a moment, and he became more and more doubtful whether the cell next door could hold Ye Lingyao.

Old Xuanyuan came to the door and came to another cell.

"Boy, don't look at me like that. Didn't you realize that my cell is completely different from her cell?"

Shen Nanfeng then noticed that the appearance of the room where Ye Lingyao was imprisoned looked no different from an ordinary iron door. However, looking at the opening used to pass food below, he realized that the thickness of the iron door was at least longer than an arm. What's wrong with that? What kind of iron gate is it? It's just a lump of iron.

I was afraid that every time I brought food to Ye Lingyao, I would have to pick something up and poke the food into the small opening.

Xuanyuan explained: "Ye Lingyao's strength cannot be underestimated, so this cell is specially made for her. It is made of molten iron on all sides. There are even countless chains inside to restrict her movements. In the past, someone would go in and clean it every month. At first she would kill everyone who came in, but then maybe she couldn't bear the stench inside, so she didn't make it difficult for those who went in to clean it."

Shen Nanfeng was a little surprised, "Can she kill someone even if she is so restricted?"

"That's why I don't worry about you coming to trouble her on your own. Why do you think the person who asked you to bring the iron fan to me wants me to kill her? It's hard for ordinary people to get close to her!"