Chapter Five Hundred and Thirty Two When the National Opening of Leaves

Yu Shangrong didn't speak.

Ji Qingqing said: "Forget it, tell you, you don't understand either."

Yu Shangrong just smiled and responded.

"Otherwise...you think I will leave Yuzhou easily? Don't think that you are very similar to him, so you can force me to leave...Yu Zhenghai is his senior brother after all. If I kill Yu Zhenghai, he will hate me for the rest of his life."

"..."

Since Yu Shangrong Jian picked up all kinds of masters, he has so many admirers.

From masters of eight leaves to ordinary people, men and women, young and old, there are all of them.

However, it is very rare to really have the opportunity to see his true face of Mount Lu.

Those who were qualified to face him face to face often died under his sword.

"Okay, I won't tell you. I have to go." Ji Qingqing said.

"Please stay." Yu Shangrong said.

"What else are you doing?" Ji Qingqing asked strangely.

"In view of your good eyesight, I'll give you a suggestion." Yu Shangrong said, "Kill him."

He pointed at the lieutenant on Ji Qingqing's left with the scabbard.

The lieutenant shivered suddenly, as if taking a step back.

Ji Qingqing frowned, not knowing what he meant.

"Since you're about to leave, the people around you must be all your confidants... I'm just a suggestion, it's up to you to kill or not to kill." Yu Shangrong smiled lightly.

The implication is that the person beside Ji Qingqing is a spy! ?

Ji Qingqing looked at Yu Shangrong, who was indifferent, and the generals who had followed him for many years.

No matter from which angle, she should choose to believe in her own people.

But for some reason, she felt that the man in front of her was more trusting.

"General, don't listen to his nonsense! The subordinates are loyal, the sun and the moon can be learned!" The lieutenant bowed quickly.

Ji Qingqing frowned.

The momentum on his body rose, looking at the deputy general Zhou Huai, and said solemnly: "Zhou Huai... God knows my whereabouts like the back of the hand, are you tipping the news?"

"General!"

"Give me a reason to trust you..."

Many things in the world are unclear.

Even couples who have lived for decades, there will be a crisis of trust when the wind blows on the pillow, not to mention the women who fight on the battlefield all the year round?

call!

Zhou Huai said nothing, turned around and ran.

If he doesn't run away, nothing will happen. This run is equivalent to admitting all the facts.

Ji Qingqing shook his head in disappointment, raised his two fingers, and the sword was unsheathed.

Dozens of sword gangs formed a circle and gathered towards the front, huh huh huh...

Zhou Huaigang wanted to open the Dharma body, and the sword gang swept across!

Chi!

The sword gang pierced through Zhou Huai's chest, and he didn't even have a chance to resist.

Zhou Huai fell down.

Ji Qingqing turned around indifferently, handed over to Yu Shangrong, and said, "Thank you for reminding me."

"Small thing." Yu Shangrong said.

Ji Qingqing saw that he was gentle, humble and courteous, and his behavior was really likeable, so he asked, "Dare to ask your honorable name?"

Yu Shangrong turned around, tapped his toes, and flew into the purple bamboo forest, and the voice came back:

"It's just an empty name, not worth mentioning. Treasure it."

In an instant, he disappeared.

"General?"

The lieutenant behind him bowed and said, "If your subordinate guesses correctly, this... is Motian Pavilion, Yu Shangrong."

Ji Qingqing didn't care at first, but after hearing this, her eyes widened...

She jumped up, flew into the purple bamboo forest, searched left and right, where could she see Yu Shangrong's shadow.

Although Yu Shangrong promised not to kill her, it did not mean that he would like her.

Whether it was King Qi's daughter Qin Ruobing, Ji Qingqing, one of the Eight Great Commanders, or all sorts of beautiful admirers, Yu Shangrong would never look straight at him once.

It was before, and it will be in the future.

...

half a month later.

The five cities of Yuzhou were all captured by the Netherworld Sect.

At this time, the major sects in the Dayan practice world entered an absolute period of recuperation.

Chopping lotus and rebuilding, entering the high-speed stage.

Under the double shock of Motian Pavilion and Nether Religion, practitioners of all sects no longer

A month later, Qingzhou fell.

Three months later, Yangzhou fell.

So far, the Nether Religion occupies seven states.

At the same time, the speed of rebuilding open leaves is getting faster and faster.

...

Motian Pavilion, in the South Pavilion.

Ming Shiyin sneaked up to the top of the tree and looked at Duanmusheng who was practicing silently on the edge of the cliff.

"Senior Brother Three, from now on, you will be the hero in my heart, chop lotus for myself... only admiration." Ming Shiyin extended his thumb towards Duanmusheng.

After the master retreated, Duanmusheng chose to cut lotus and rebuild it.

And still do it yourself.

"Fourth, come down."

"If you have something to say directly...don't bother." Ming Shiyin said.

Duanmusheng shook his head and sighed, "Why don't you chop lotus?"

"Why do you want to chop it? Those who attack the nine leaves need to chop it... I didn't plan to hit the nine leaves." Ming Shiyin said, "Many people can't even reach the eight leaves in their lives, and they also learn to chop lotus, and their brains are sick."

Duanmusheng scratched his head.

It seems quite reasonable... Since it can't reach the eight leaves, what's the point of cutting it, isn't the lotus cut just to attack the nine leaves? Not to mention eight leaves, even six leaves and seven leaves are invaluable. No matter what kind of sect, they are the core figures of the elders.

Thinking about it, it's getting more and more wrong.

Duanmusheng raised his head: "Fourth, are you scolding me?"

"No, no, no... how can there be! I'm complimenting you, third senior brother, you can break the nine leaves!" Ming Shiyin said.

That being said, it is.

Why doesn't Duanmusheng yearn for Jiuye?

"Why didn't Junior Sister Ninth cut it?" Duanmusheng asked.

Ming Shiyin spread out his hands: "The little ancestors don't want to chop, who dares to do it?"

This is true.

"But then again, it may not be harmful to cut the eight leaves first. The four elders are already opening the fourth leaf."

When Duanmusheng heard the words, he was surprised: "So fast?"

Ming Shiyin shook his head and said:

"What's so fast? Three months ago, I gave the seventh junior brother Feishu to inform him about the little junior sister Conch. The seventh junior brother Feishu got back to me... Guess what he said?"

When Duanmusheng heard this, he frowned immediately: "If you have farts, just put them all at once. It's so annoying."

"Seventh Junior Brother said that there are kendo masters who have already been rebuilt to Wuye." Ming Shiyin said.

"..." Duanmusheng was surprised.

"This person must have been an eight-leaf master before cutting the lotus. It's too brutish. He cultivated so quickly. Visually, he should be able to open one leaf in the past three months. After all, the restoration is much faster than the first leaf opening. Other sects are not slow. "

Ming Shiyin leaned against the tree trunk, and glanced out of the corner, "Hey, Third Senior Brother, where are you going?"

"Go to the waterfall to practice, don't bother me if you have nothing to do." Duanmusheng jumped up and disappeared.

...

at the same time.

The capital of God, the imperial city, the door of an unknown dark secret room.

"Grandson Liu Zhi, meet the emperor's grandfather."

A voice sounded, distant and low.

It's a pity that the door to the secret room has not moved.

"The autumn of the imperial city's life and death, the grandson asks to see the emperor's grandfather!"

Words fall.

After waiting for a while, a strange sound finally came from Shimen.

The stone gate moved slowly and opened.

hum ——

Liu Zhi was overjoyed in his heart, holding his robe, and walked in lightly.

The secret room was huge, as big as another world.

There are everything in it, more of which are classics, ancient books, the way of practice, the methods of a hundred schools, as well as knives, guns and sticks, to name a few.

An old man in a robe with a withered face sat on the stage, and the light fell on him. He was the only one in the entire huge secret room.

"Grandpa Huang." Liu Zhi knelt down.

It was very quiet in the secret room.

Liu Zhi did not dare to open his mouth lightly. After a while, the old man opened his eyes——

"Everyone knows that the loneliness has passed away, don't ask about the world, you are so bold!"

This old man is the father of the dead Emperor Yongqing, Emperor Yongshou, Liu Ge!

Liu Zhi knelt on the ground, tremblingly said:

"The grandson doesn't want to disturb the grandfather, but... the world is in chaos now, and the big disciple of Motian Pavilion, Yu Zhenghai, burns, kills, loots, and commits all evils."

"Where is Liu Yan?"

"Imperial Father... Even though I am Ba Ye, I have no choice but to acquire the Netherworld Sect!" Liu Zhi said.

Liu Ge frowned slightly, then sighed: "Gu Shang is not as good as your father, not to mention, Gu is already a pile of old bones."

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