Starting as the young master of a medicine shop, he practiced swordsmanship for twenty years.

Chapter 253 Lend me your brain!
The tenth floor of Fu Sheng Zui Meng Tower is the most mysterious and noble place in the entire building.

At this moment, an old man was sitting in the center of the lobby, his expression calm and his eyes as deep as the abyss.

Behind him was a tightly closed door. It was a large private room that was rarely opened and was usually locked.

It will only be opened when entertaining the most distinguished guests of Fu Sheng Zui Meng Lou.

The existence of this box symbolizes the supreme status and hidden power of Fusheng Zuimenglou.

Those who can enter are all big figures in Mingxin Mansion with prominent status and great power.

At this moment, the old man was sitting here. Obviously, there was an extremely important guest in the box.

The old man's face was calm, but his cloudy eyes revealed a hint of sharpness and depth.

His dry fingers tapped lightly on the armrests of the chair, making a subtle and rhythmic sound, as if he was thinking about something.

The air around him seemed to become heavy because of his presence, and even time seemed to slow down.

At this moment, there was a faint sound of commotion coming from downstairs, and the old man's brows moved slightly.

Then the old man turned his gaze to the tightly closed door of the box room.

"How strange! The owner of this building clearly instructed me to stay on the tenth floor for the next few days and not leave at all."

The next second, the old man's brows furrowed, his eyes filled with confusion as he murmured in a low voice, "How could someone down there actually be so bold as to venture into this tenth floor?"

Although the old man's voice was soft, it carried an unquestionable majesty.

Obviously, this old man is not an ordinary person, but the strongest person in Fusheng Zuimeng Tower.

A warrior who has just entered the realm of internal energy!
In the entire Mingxin Mansion, there are very few warriors at the internal energy realm, and they can be counted on the palm of one hand.

The old man is one of the warriors in the internal energy realm, and he is very famous in the Mingxin Prefecture.

Even the prefect has to give him some face!
The reason why the old man was able to sit in charge of the Fu Sheng Zui Meng Tower was because the prefect attracted him with rich martial arts resources.

In a moment, Zhou Yue's figure appeared on the tenth floor like a ghost.

Zhou Yue and the old man in the middle of the lobby looked into each other's eyes, both of them filled with indifference.

At the same time, Mu Yun and the rest of the Xuanniao Guards followed Zhou Yue's steps and quickly climbed to the tenth floor.

Zhou Yue opened his lips slightly and shouted coldly: "Get out!"

The sound seemed to be filled with an icy chill, causing the air around it to freeze for a moment.

After saying that, Zhou Yue acted as if he didn't see the old man. Without even raising his eyelids, he strode towards the door of the large private room.

At this moment, Zhou Yue had only one unshakable goal in his mind, which was to catch Wen Mochen.

In his eyes, Wen Mochen was undoubtedly his only hope in his desperate situation, the life-saving straw that could pull him back from the endless abyss.

Therefore, no matter who dares to stand in his way today.

kill!

Even if it was his own son, Zhou Yue would kill him without hesitation.

It's him!

Deputy Xuan Envoy of Xuanniao Guard, Zhou Yue!
A warrior who has achieved a small level of success in the internal energy realm!
In an instant, the air seemed to freeze, and the old man suddenly widened his eyes, his eyes full of panic.

His Adam's apple rolled subconsciously, and countless thoughts flashed through his mind in an instant.

How could Zhou Yue suddenly appear here?

Panic and confusion intertwined on the old man's face, leaving him at a loss for what to do.

It wasn't until Zhou Yue said the words "Get out of the way" that it hit the old man's heart like a heavy hammer, instantly waking him up from his shock.

The old man's face turned pale in an instant, and thousands of thoughts in his mind exploded.

He finally understood that Zhou Yue's intention was not good and he was actually coming for that big shot!

Today, Fusheng Zuimenglou welcomed its most distinguished guest - the eldest son of the Wen family and the son-in-law Wen Mochen.

As the deputy envoy of the Xuanniao Guard of Mingxin Mansion, Zhou Yue was murderous at this moment, his eyes were like sharp blades, and a suffocating pressure emanated from his body.

Even a dull and ignorant person could sense that something was wrong from Zhou Yue's cold expression.

"Yes, yes, yes, what Lord Zhou said is absolutely right."

The old man suddenly stood up from his chair, bowed and agreed, with an undisguised tremor in his voice.

"I'm going to get out of here right now!"

"I'm sorry to bother you gentlemen."

After saying this, the old man hurriedly stepped back, staggering, to clear the way to the box, as if staying here for a moment longer would bring him death.

After mumbling an apology, the old man never dared to look up, as if he was afraid of meeting the gazes of Zhou Yue and others again.

Then, the old man's figure flashed, like a shadow, flying away from Zhou Yue and his group, and disappeared from everyone's sight in the blink of an eye.

Only the empty lobby was left, filled with a suffocating atmosphere of tension.

There was a confrontation between the Xuanniao Guards and the Wen Family, and he was just a warrior who had just entered the realm of internal energy.

In the eyes of these two forces, my strength is probably not even as good as an ant.

The old man had a clear mind and dared not hesitate for a moment. Saving his life was the top priority.

Thirty-six strategies, walking is the best strategy!
At worst, after this matter is over, I can give some money to the old magistrate as an apology to avoid disaster.

It's better than losing your life here in vain.

Thinking of this, the old man ran more eagerly, and in a flash he ran out of Fu Sheng Zui Meng Tower, not caring at all about the strange looks from the crowd around him.

Inside the box, the lights were bright and the laughter and chatter intertwined into a luxurious melody.

The gentle sound, like the cry of an oriole, echoes in the air, as if pulling people into a dreamlike fantasy world of drunkenness and death.

The man sitting in the center was Wen Mochen.

At this moment, Wen Mochen was wearing a luxurious brocade robe, with a lazy and carefree look on his face, holding a beautiful woman in each of his arms.

The women snuggled up to him, their eyes rolling and their smiles on their faces.

Wen Mochen's gaze was fixed on the front, as if he was fascinated by something.

In front, there are eight dancers dancing gracefully. Their postures are light and their clothes flutter with their dance steps.

Every turn and every lift of the dancers reveals an indescribable grace.

On both sides, the sound of the piano is lingering, like a gurgling stream, flowing into people's hearts.

These eight charming dancers dance more gracefully to the melodious music.

The entire box space seemed to be shrouded in a luxurious and gorgeous mist, and the air was filled with an atmosphere of decadence and extravagance.

This box is extremely spacious, occupying half of the tenth floor and enough to accommodate hundreds of people.

The surroundings are luxuriously decorated, with magnificent carved beams and painted buildings complementing the soft lights.

Looking around, the exquisite carvings and precious ornaments are all dazzling.

Compared with the somewhat plain buildings below the tenth floor, this floor seemed like another world, as if there was a world of difference.

However, just as Wen Mochen was intoxicated by the rich aroma surrounding him and enjoying the delicious food handed to him by the beautiful woman's hands.

In an instant, something strange happened!
The door of the box was suddenly pushed open by a terrifying force, and the heavy door panel was instantly shattered into pieces like paper.

The Wen family guards guarding the door were knocked away by this force before they could react.

The bodies of several Wen family guards, like kites with broken strings, quickly crashed into the distant wall.

After a deafening bang, the Wen family guards fell heavily to the ground along with the broken pieces of the gate.

A glaring bloodstain was left on the wall, and the air in the box was suddenly filled with a strong smell of blood.

At this moment, the laughter in the box suddenly stopped. The dancers stopped moving in panic, and the music suddenly stopped. Wen Mochen frowned, a hint of surprise on his face. He slowly released his hand from the beauty and his eyes shot towards the door like a knife.

The entire box fell into deathly silence, with only the broken remains of the door and bloodstains on the wall.

"How brave!"

Wen Mochen snorted coldly, his voice as piercing as ice, and a hint of fierce murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

He stood up slowly, his robes fluttering in the wind, and a heart-pounding aura of oppression emanated from his body.

"Who on earth is this bastard who dares to disrupt the interests of this prince consort?"

Wen Mochen's voice was not loud, but every word was like thunder, shaking the air in the entire box as if it were frozen.

The two servants standing next to Wen Mochen were also furious and shouted loudly.

"presumptuous!"

"who is it!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the two servants of the Wen family took a step forward, their figures like iron towers, blocking Wen Mochen.

The two men's eyes gradually turned red, and they stared at the door with bloodshot eyes.

At the same time, their aura suddenly rose, the blood and energy in their bodies surged out, and a low roaring sound was faintly emitted.

A faint red glow appeared on the surface of their skin, as if there was flame burning in their blood, emitting a heart-pounding pressure.

The blood refining realm is perfect!

These two servants of the Wen family are actually two warriors who have reached the peak of the blood refining realm!
The dancer in the box and the beautiful woman sitting next to Wen Mochen were already trembling with fear.

They all retreated to the corner, fearing that they would be caught up in this sudden storm.

In an instant, the air was filled with tension and solemnity, as if an earth-shattering battle would break out in the next moment.

At the door, the smoke and dust gradually dissipated, and five figures slowly appeared in front of Wen Mochen.

The five men walked steadily, and every step seemed to step on everyone's hearts, bringing an invisible sense of oppression.

The person standing in the front had his face hidden in the shadows, but his eyes were as cold as stars, staring straight at Wen Mochen without any fear.

"Zhou Yue, it's you!"

The moment Wen Mochen saw the face of the person coming, he was stunned.

Then, a sarcastic smile slowly appeared at the corner of his mouth, and his voice was filled with undisguised contempt and mockery.

"Jie Jie Jie!"

Wen Mochen let out a low and cold laugh, his eyes showing a bloodthirsty and crazy light, as if he had seen something extremely ridiculous.

"I thought it was some blind fellow."

"So it's you, you bastard."

Wen Mochen exuded a heart-pounding aura of pressure, which was the aura of a warrior with perfect internal energy.

Wen Mochen was filled with disdain and sarcasm towards Zhou Yue's appearance, thinking that this was just a farce.

"Interesting, really interesting!"

As Wen Mochen spoke, he stepped forward, his eyes piercing Zhou Yue like a knife, and his tone suddenly turned cold.

"Zhou Yue, have you lost your mind? How dare you disturb this prince consort's interest?"

Wen Mochen's anger and ridicule intertwined together, forming a suffocating feeling of oppression.

He originally thought that no one would dare to cause trouble for him in this small Mingxin Mansion.

Either he is a madman who doesn't know how to live or die, or he is an enemy who doesn't know his place.

But what Wen Mochen never expected was that the person who came was Zhou Yue.

This deputy envoy of the Xuanniao Guard who had once been servile and fawning before him!
"The last time I personally went to the Xuanniao Guard residence in Mingxin Mansion, you were like a dog, kneeling on the ground, wagging your tail and begging for mercy."

Wen Mochen's voice was icy cold, his tone tinged with undisguised sarcasm. "Why, are you so bold today, or are you truly mad, that you dare to offend this prince consort?"

These words were like sharp blades, piercing Zhou Yue's heart.

However, Zhou Yue did not show any panic or fear as he expected, but instead sneered.

Zhou Yue looked calmly at Wen Mochen, a meaningful smile on his lips, and spoke very calmly.

"Wen Mochen, are you still naive enough to think that the Wen family can still protect your life?"

Zhou Yue paused slightly, a hint of revenge flashing in his eyes, "I'm not the one looking for you."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhou Yue's expression changed instantly, and his face was full of flattery and fawning.

Zhou Yue seemed to have shrunk a few inches. He quickly stepped aside, turned around, bowed respectfully to the old man behind him, and spoke loudly.

"My Lord Deputy Director, I have fulfilled my mission. Wen Mochen is right here."

When he saw Mu Yun's face, Wen Mochen's expression suddenly changed. His originally arrogant expression instantly disappeared, and a trace of panic quietly crept into his eyes.

Mu Yun!

It's this old guy!
Deputy Chief of Xuanniao Guard!

As the son-in-law of the Great Xia Dynasty, Wen Mochen had naturally seen a terrifying figure like Mu Yun!
Could it be that that thing was discovered?
impossible!
Absolutely impossible!

Anyone who knew about the affairs of that bitch Princess Xingyue was either dead or silenced.

Wen Mochen secretly clenched his teeth, trying his best to suppress the fear surging from the depths of his heart.

However, the chill of facing death still spread uncontrollably along Wen Mochen's spine.

He stiffened the corners of his mouth and tried very hard to force out a fake smile that was uglier than crying and extremely forced.

There was a barely perceptible tremor in Wen Mochen's voice, but he pretended to be calm and spoke again.

"So it's Master Mu. I was wondering who it was. I'm so sorry for not welcoming you. Please take a seat, please take a seat!"

Mu Yun just looked at Wen Mochen indifferently, without any emotional fluctuation.

"Wen Mochen, that's not necessary."

"I came here today just to ask you to stay somewhere."

When Wen Mochen heard this, the smile on his face froze slightly, but he quickly returned to his calm look.

He chuckled, his tone somewhat tentative and flattering.

"Master Mu, I don't understand what you mean."

"Why don't you come back to the Wen family with me, my son-in-law? I'm sure the old ancestor will be very happy to see you, Master Mu."

There was a deep meaning in Wen Mochen's words. He was testing Mu Yun's intentions and hinting at the existence of the Wen family's ancestor, trying to intimidate the other party.

Mu Yun's aura suddenly changed, and the surging and boundless energy burst out without reservation in an instant, like a raging tide, rolling and surging in the box.

In the blink of an eye, a terrifying streak of energy that was so solid that it was almost tangible, carrying with it an irresistible power of divine consciousness, rushed towards Wen Mochen with the force of thunder.

In an instant!
Wen Mochen only felt that his eyes went dark, the sky began to spin, and the whole world was completely turned upside down in this moment.

An irresistible terrifying force violently invaded his body.

Wherever Mu Yun's Gang Yuan went, Wen Mochen's vitality was ruthlessly and completely annihilated.

My head, is it falling off?

died?

When Wen Mochen completely lost consciousness, a light voice came into his ears.

"It's too much trouble. I just want to borrow your brain."

(End of this chapter)