Fu Canglu

Chapter 301
Among the old forests of Longji Snow Mountain.

Snow fluttered.

Sen Luodao's troops were about to catch up.

His Royal Highness had no time to listen to Zhong Er's explanation of the matter, and hurriedly said, "Give me the antidote."

"What are you panicking about?" Zhong Er said with a smile, "That's fake poison. I painted the crossbow arrow black."

Yi Xiao was slightly taken aback.

No wonder. There are so many detoxifying ninth-grade pills, but none of them are effective for Xiao Buyi!

It turned out that the arrowheads were not poisonous at all. This smiling man actually soaked the crossbow arrows in the ink pool and blackened them. What kind of black-bellied person could come up with such a damaging move?

Zhong Er's smile continued: "If you want to escape for your life, you can only suffer a little bit."

Sven scum!

Yi Xiao was a little annoyed, wishing she could slap this unscrupulous man to death.

The young second master of the Zhong family suddenly put on a straight face, and said seriously: "In order to protect you, I will go all out this time."

He murmured: "One yuan and three years, plus this one, breaking three in one breath, this is nearly ten years."

He suddenly pulled back the long sword at his waist, and the light of the sword flashed by. The man handed the hilt of the sword back into Yi Xiao's hand, and with all his movements, he stabbed straight at him.

Without the slightest hesitation.

stabbed in the chest.

Then swipe from top to bottom.

Cut a strange long opening.

A stream of blood spurted out without reservation
Yi Xiao looked at the man who fell back in amazement, and said a word with his lips.

"South."

Zhong Er spat out a mouthful of blood, pale and fell heavily to the ground.

The sword stabbed too desperately, piercing the heart directly, and a blood line shot out.

Zhong Er is definitely not the deity attending the meeting, because after this sword strike, he has no chance to live.

Yi Xiao didn't have time to think about it, the original resentment in his stomach towards Zhong Er disappeared with this sword.

He turned around slightly, restrained his appearance, and stepped out on the snow.

He made a big bend around the foot of Longji Mountain, and then ran desperately towards the south of Xiao Buyi.

Yi Xiao had only one thought.

escape.

Run away quickly.

He escaped from Beiyuan with Xiao Buyi.

He had a premonition that after this incident, it would not be as difficult as before to escape from Sen Luodao's net.

That guy from the South China Sea will wipe his ass clean.

Facts have proved that Yi Xiao's premonition is not wrong.

Zhong Er's sword strike was quite technical.

Pierce the heart, leaving no way out.

More importantly, he sealed his heart veins after stabbing the sword backhand.

Forcibly continue.

There was already a figure rushing towards him through the air behind him, carrying heavy snow, it landed beside him in an instant.

Several hall members looked extremely ugly, one of them stretched out a hand, probed Zhong Er's breath, and said softly: "I still have a little breath."

The young second master of the Zhong family pointed to the north with difficulty, and said in a hoarse voice, "He went north. Longji Mountain, take the purple box."

Several adults in the hall tried to block Zhong Er's heart veins and let him stop the blood flow.

No amount of energy input will help.

The voice of the young second master of the Zhong family gradually lowered.

He said with difficulty: "Siege Longji, at all costs."

When Duan Wuyin arrived, he couldn't believe his eyes.

He clearly saw the body of the second master of the Zhong family.

placed in the snow.

An extremely long sword wound traversed.

"After identification, the traces of contamination on this sword, as well as the aura of Yuanli, are all left by Yi Xiao." A member of the temple who was in charge of tracing the traces said in a very low voice: "The man finally drew the sword. Killed Zhong Er, according to Zhong Er's last confession, he should have fled to the Dragon's Back."

The member of the hall slowly stood up and said softly: "Yi Xiao couldn't ask for medicine, and killed the person in charge of the plan to destroy Tang. Judging from the scene, the matter is like this."

The first instinct of the young master in black robe told him.

That's not the case.

He raised his head and looked at the members of the Senluo Dao Temple who were also wearing black robes and purple orders like himself.

No one raised any objections.

Although Zhong Er's body was in front of him.

But the evidence seems ridiculously thin.

"This is Zhong Er's true self?" Duan Wuyin leaned in front of the corpse, turned over the corpse, and couldn't help but said slightly angrily, "How could he just die like this?"

No one answered him.

Because of the second son of the Zhong family, Sen Luodao never had his file.

No one knew where he came from, what happened in Zhong's house, why the Grand Master gave him this position, and even his true face.

All I know is that the young second master of the Zhong family is unparalleled in the world in his ability to control cranes. He travels extremely cautiously and is afraid of death. He replaces him with a puppet without showing his face.

Duan Wuyin said gloomyly: "Since you don't know what Zhong Er looks like, why should you conclude that he is dead?"

Still no one answered him.

Duan Wuyin said angrily: "Think about it for yourself, if Zhong Er really resisted, there wouldn't even be a trace of Yuanli here? He was directly stabbed to death by Yi Xiao's sword out of its scabbard. , can there be such a coincidence in the world? In the end, he can calm his heart and hold on until you come to tell you Yi Xiao's information?"

All the members of the temple seemed to have fallen into a deathly silence.

In the plan to destroy the Tang Dynasty, every member of the hall holds a considerable number of Senluo Dao spies in their hands, and they can be regarded as the mainstay of Senluo Dao.

The eyes of each of them, staring straight at Zhong Er's corpse at the moment, became gloomy and terrifying.

Duan Wuyin went on to say: "He is so afraid of death, will he take the deity to the meeting?"

Suddenly someone interrupted Duan Wuyin, and said in a cold voice: "Could it be that you want to say that Zhong Er is not dead? He lured Yi Xiao here just to let him escape?"

Duan Wuyin hummed naturally.

The man then asked in a cold voice: "Then does this count as treason against Wei?"

Naturally, he rebelled against Wei.

Duan Wuyin then hummed, but his complexion has begun to change slightly since then.

The gloomy members of the hall continued to ask: "Those who rebel against Wei, will their cultivation be abolished, and they will be thrown to the Western Regions to serve as rations for monsters?"

The young master in black robe already understood what he meant.

So he didn't answer the phone again.

But that person still didn't intend to stop, and said word by word: "If Zhong Er really rebelled against Wei, but he died again, this big hat of rebelling against Wei... who should wear it among us?"

Duan Wuyin's face was pale.

The member of the hall said in a soft voice: "The medicine bottle on Zhong Er's body didn't show any trace of being stolen, so he didn't give the antidote to His Royal Highness Qi Liang."

"There is no flaw in Zhong Erzhong's sword, it was pierced by Yi Xiao."

"The trace of Yi Xiao's departure is indeed towards the Longji Snow Mountain."

"These traces on the ground are enough to explain all of this. It is either a coincidence or a trap. It depends on our choice."

"The most important point." He let out a foul breath: "If Zhong Er is 'dead' like this, then he may really be 'dead'."

Duan Wuyin really understood what that person meant.

How to judge the real body of the young second master of the Zhong family, whether he is dead or not.

There is only one way.

Wait for Zhong Er to appear again.

This strange man who came and went without a trace was in charge of the plan to destroy Tang. No one knew where he would appear.

If he... doesn't show up again.

Then the corpse on the ground is not Zhong Er's true self, but must also be Zhong Er's true self.

why?
Because no matter whether this Zhong Er is a puppet or not, the real Zhong Er will never appear again.

Therefore, whether to portray him as a hero who died under the sword of the enemy's highness for the Northern Wei Dynasty, or to portray him as a traitor to the Wei Dynasty who colluded with the enemy and betrayed the country and devised outrageous lies, depends on these members of the palace.

And obviously, two completely different results.

The hero's comrades are of course heroes, and they are crowned and crowned.

The traitor's partner is naturally a traitor, degrading the Western Regions.

Duan Wuyin was already dripping with cold sweat.

He murmured: "So. Zhong Er is dead?"

The member of the hall said with a complex expression: "He must die, otherwise we will be the ones who die."

"Sen Luo Dao has been put on the line." The member of the hall said softly: "Zhong Erbai died here, and he will never reappear. This blame is on us. We don't want to be expelled from the Western Regions by Emperor Wei. Just write the report cleanly."

Duan Wuyin stared blankly at these men in black robes.

There was a strange light in their eyes.

"Bury him generously." The leading member of the hall said softly: "That's what the report said, Zhong Er, a member of the Ziling Hall at the foot of the South Mountain of Longji, died at the hands of Yi Xiao of Qi Liang. The autopsy was correct. He sacrificed his life for the country. Has fled to Longji."

He paused, and said in disgust: "Besieging Longji, no matter whether there are people on it or not, is considered treason to Wei, kill them all, and go back to work."

The young master in black robe stood there blankly.

By the time the members of the temple wearing the purple order were almost all gone.

The leading figure in the hall patted him on the shoulder.

"Duan Wuyin? I remember your name."

Duan Wuyin watched the heavy snow fall on Zhong Er's body.

The blossoming bloodstains were bright and dripping.

He said softly: "Go south now and block the invitation to Beiguan. There is still a chance. I don't need to lead the team, I can do it alone."

The big man in the hall said with a blank expression: "Duan Wuyin, from now on, you are ordered to climb the Dragon's Back and find a man in black robe. In order to prevent you from being left behind, you are allowed to kill him by mistake."

Duan Wuyin smiled: "Grand Yu. Is it useful? He's not in Longji at all."

The big man didn't answer.

The leader of the hall, an old official who had been in the officialdom for more than ten years in the Northern Wei Dynasty, raised his head and looked at the snowy sky, looking pure and flawless.

It's actually quite dirty.

When it fell into the human world and fell to the ground, I don't know how much blood it was stained with.

What could look purer than snow?
And what could look dirtier than snow?
The appearance is glamorous, but the content is unsightly.

"This is the officialdom." Yugong said softly: "There is no difference between the Northern Wei Dynasty, Qiliang Dynasty, they are all the same muddy."

(End of this chapter)