At the beginning, I gave up my military power with a cup of wine, and I ascended the throne

Chapter 213 Xiaoyue'er's Tenderness
In the pavilion opposite, Dayue'er sat cross-legged with a lyre placed horizontally on her knees. Her ten jade-like fingers plucked the strings, producing pleasant sounds.

Xiao Han didn't have much knowledge of music, but he knew that Dayue'er's piano skills were the best in the world.

Because the sound of her playing was very much in tune with the master's own state of mind.

"Son."

Xiaoyue walked in. She had grown a lot in the past two years, and was especially...very pleasing to the eye.

"Master knows that you have the habit of practicing with masters, so he specially asked someone to send a group of masters over."

She said, "There are thirteen people in total, all of them are Grandmasters, seven are Buddhist monks, and there are six independent practitioners."

"Sir, what should we do with these people? Should we send them to the dungeon or lock them up in the cells outside?"

"Thirteen Grandmasters."

Xiao Han was surprised: "It seems that the fighting between the Demon Sect and the Buddhist Sect has been very brutal in the past few months."

"Yes."

Xiao Yue nodded: "But under the leadership of Master, the Demon Sect has the upper hand."

"Tell this to Sect Master Nie."

He said, "Regarding Shadow Mountain, when I'm done with this period of time, I will take the time to go to Piaomiao Peak."

"it is good."

Xiaoyue smiled happily.

The Yinkui Sect and Shadow Mountain have been fighting for hundreds of years. If nothing unexpected happens, the winner will be decided in this generation.

The loser will disappear from the world forever.

"All those people should be locked up in the dungeon."

Noticing that Xiao Han was looking at her, Xiao Yue gave him a watery look and then stretched.

The figure is impeccable.

It’s almost longer than the big moon.

"Xiao Yue'er, it's been a while since I've taught you the Heavenly Demon Sword Technique."

Xiao Han said slowly.

"Yes."

Xiaoyue squatted down and gently massaged his legs and arms, complaining: "Last month, the salary was always outside, and he didn't want to take me out with him."

"Ahem, I've learned a few new sword moves. Come back later and I'll teach you."

He looked serious.

"Hehe, okay."

Lake dungeon.

Many martial arts masters from the Northern Wei Dynasty and the Central Plains were imprisoned in cells made of molten iron and bluestone.

Everyone's hands and feet were tied with fine steel chains, their scapulas were pierced, and they were suspended in the air, unable to move.

Some are giants who sharpen swords, some are righteous heroes, and some are beautiful female heroes.

However, without exception, there was despair on everyone's face, their eyes were empty and their faces looked deathly pale.

The fact that Xiliang Hou Xiao Han was arresting martial arts masters had long been known to everyone.

Especially in the Northern Wei martial arts world, whenever a master disappeared, it was obvious that he had been killed by Xiao Han.

"Go in."

"Go faster."

"Don't dilly-dally."

"Snapped"

When the long whip fell, someone screamed. The originally cold and quiet dungeon suddenly became lively, and many people looked outside.

I saw more than a dozen people with steel shackles around their necks and their hands and feet shackled. Behind them and on both sides were armored soldiers from the marquis' mansion, with swords on their waists.

"Another unlucky guy has been caught."

In one of the cells, a white-haired old man let out a hoarse laugh, and with a turbid gaze he looked at the unfortunate fellows in the passage outside, and said with a sneer: "So many bald donkeys."

"What are you looking at?"

When the soldier passed by the cell, he glared at the old man, but the latter ignored him.

However, after the cold-blooded man in the black robe looked over, the old man who had been grinning just now immediately closed his mouth, his eyes filled with fear, and his whole body trembled.

The appearance of Blood Shadow made the noisy dungeon quiet down instantly, and all the masters in the cells were trembling. Usually, apart from Xiao Han coming back to the dungeon, Dayueer, Xiaoyueer, Miaoyu, Blood Shadow, and the six sword slaves would come here to practice with the prisoners when they had time.

of course.

Regardless of the outcome, they would not kill these prisoners, at most they would just seriously injure them.

"A new batch of goods?"

The leader of the six sword slaves, Zhen, had just walked out from the depths of the dungeon, carrying an ancient sword on his back. He glanced at the thirteen people and said playfully, "This time the goods are good."

"It was sent by Nie Si Niang."

Xueying's tone was not as cold as usual: "As usual, keep them under guard and let them speak first."

"rest assured."

Zhen Gang licked his lips and said, "Let alone a few bald donkeys, even if they are iron men, I can make them speak."

"The devil."

"You will definitely not die well."

Although the white-browed old monk was in shackles and his internal strength was sealed, his eyes were still wide open and he glared angrily.

"He has a bad temper."

Zhen Gang snorted coldly: "Let's see how long you can hold out."

"Master Liao Zhen."

At this moment, a surprised voice suddenly came from the cell next door.

The old monk turned his head and saw a pale-faced girl in the cell with an iron chain piercing her scapula, and her whole body was hanging in the air.

"Miss Liu."

Master Liao Zhen shouted.

The person imprisoned in the cell was Liu Xuanxuan, the contemporary walker of Shadow Mountain.

However, Liu Xuanxuan's condition was extremely bad at this moment. Her face was pale and her long skirt was covered with mottled blood scabs.

"Master, how come you were also captured?"

Liu Xuanxuan's eyes were filled with despair and her voice was trembling.

"Ugh."

The old monk sighed and shook his head, "It's a long story."

Just as he finished speaking, he was hit in the face by a whip, and blood and flesh flew everywhere. The old monk was still tough and let out a muffled groan.

A group of thirteen people were detained in different cells and then taken out one by one for torture.

Old rules.

Any master who is captured, no matter if he is from the Northern Wei Dynasty or the Central Plains martial arts world, must first open his mouth and hand over all his martial arts.

In recent years, the martial arts in the Modao Hall have increased day by day, and have increased to 20,000 volumes, a large part of which were obtained in this way.

If you tell the truth, your days in the dungeon will be much easier. If you keep silent.

What awaits them will be many unexpected things.

"Miss Liu, have you thought about writing down the Shadow Mountain Sword Technique?"

Xueying stood at the door of the cell, looked at Liu Xuanxuan, and asked lightly.

She clenched her teeth, closed her eyes and said nothing.

"Very courageous."

Xueying chuckled: "I will ask you this time, and next time it will be Xiaoyue who will ask you. I think the Saint of the Demon Sect should know very well how to deal with the disciples of Shadow Mountain."

"you."

Liu Xuanxuan's pretty face turned blue and her body was trembling, but in the end she didn't utter a word.

suddenly.

A terrifying aura erupted in the mansion. The dungeon shook slightly, but it returned to normal after a moment.

The aura was so terrifying that even Blood Shadow felt terrified.

He no longer paid attention to Liu Xuanxuan and turned to walk out of the dungeon.

"This aura is far beyond the celestial realm. Could it be that a master from the land-based immortal realm has broken into the mansion?"

Xueying said secretly that as soon as he came out of the dungeon, he sensed the breath coming from the knife sharpening hall, and he immediately felt relieved.

(End of this chapter)