Feng Jiu walked through two more streets. Be it restaurants or inns, taverns or stalls, gambling dens or brothels, she couldn't get any information from the black, white, or mixed streets. He knew that someone must have deliberately blocked the news, and the only person who had the authority and ability to do so was Jiang Mingcheng, the lord of Longling City.
"Xu Longxiang!" He leaned against the wall of an alley and slowly uttered these three words. Half of his body was in the brightly lit night market, cold and inviolable. However, when he uttered this name, the other half of his body in the shadows of the alley seemed to be shrouded in a layer of darkness. A few rats wandering around in search of food suddenly split into several pieces.
At this moment, four men and women walked out from the corner of the other end of the alley. Because the lights outside the street could not shine into the depths of the alley, their faces could not be seen clearly. He could vaguely hear a middle-aged man saying some flattering words.
Feng Jiu only gave him a sidelong glance and no longer paid attention to him. He decided to go straight to the heart of the matter and meet Jiang Mingcheng at Longling Manor. Just as he was about to move, he heard the middle-aged man's resentful tone change. "It's all that Yan Shifang's fault. If he hadn't saved those people, the king's puppets would have been enough. How could he not have killed Mo Yuqing and even let him escape? He should have caught Yan Shifang and cut him into pieces!"
Hearing these words, he stopped and quickly analyzed the information contained in them in his mind. This information quickly matched with some of the memories in his mind. On the ship, he had heard many recent events in the human world. Among them, the most talked about one was this "Puppet King".
Could one of these people be the Puppet King? After recalling, the idle chatter among the ship's passengers slowly surfaced in his mind. Although he had overlooked it, now that he thought about it, some people had indeed said that most of the residents of Zhao 'an Prefecture City had been saved by Hero Yan. So it was junior apprentice-brother Yan. He could not help but smile. He felt that no matter how bad a person like this could be, how bad could he be? It was even more impossible for him to be a demon spy. His trust in Yan Li increased a bit.
If one of them was the Puppet King, then he might as well get rid of him before meeting Jiang Mingcheng to prevent him from doing evil again. With this thought in mind, he calmed himself down and focused on their conversation.
One of the girls stopped and heavily slapped the middle-aged man's face. "Cao Bingrong, you still dare to mention it to me?" The girl's voice was sweet and crisp, but it was just a facade. The murderous intent hidden in it made even Feng Jiu shudder. However, it did not seem to be directed at the middle-aged man, but at someone else.
"That bastard!" The young girl waved her hand and slapped the middle-aged man again. "It's all because of you, you trash. You wasted my ten Dead Soul Puppets for nothing. You caused me to be seriously injured by that old Daoist. It still hurts until now! Trash, if I didn't need your advice, I would have fed you to Little Mei right now! "
Little Charm was naturally Jing Mei, and the young lady was naturally Yue 'er.
"Yes, yes, this subordinate was too weak. I couldn't defeat that Yan Shifang. It's all this subordinate's fault …" Cao Bingrong was delighted after being slapped twice by Yue 'er. What he was afraid of was not being punished. That would really be the end of the world. He patted his chest confidently and said, "Don't worry this time. Yan Shifang will definitely lead an army to attack us. As long as we secretly create some puppets in advance, when he and Jiang Mingcheng are engaged in a life-and-death battle, we will launch an ambush and kill them all!"
"This is your last chance." Yue 'er said as she turned around and walked towards Feng Jiu, as if she was going to enter the bustling city. However, when she was about to approach Feng Jiu, she stopped. Her upper body leaned forward slightly, and her hands were adorably placed behind her back. Like a playful girl next door, she smiled and said to Feng Jiu, "Did you hear everything just now?"
Feng Jiu cast a sidelong glance at Yue 'er. His face couldn't be seen clearly in the shadows, but his words were clearly filled with killing intent. How could a little girl like her have such strong malice? She wanted to kill someone who heard her secret. Who taught her to be like this?
"Who taught you to be like this?" He said whatever was on his mind. When he thought of the souls in Zhao 'an Prefecture, he was already a little angry.
When Yue 'er heard this question, she was startled. "What about me?"
"You take people's lives at every turn and bring disaster to the world. Tell me, what about you?" Feng Jiu's time was very precious. He didn't have the time to explain too much. Sword light had already shot out from his body.
"Run! Meet up at the old place!" Yue 'er's heart trembled, and she gave the order without hesitation.
Although Cao Bingrong didn't know who the person in front of him was, his divine sense could clearly sense something terrifying. Without saying anything, he fled into the shadows. The two children were a little slower, but they also escaped separately.
Countless soul threads were destroyed by the sword light. Yue 'er gritted her teeth. She didn't think that she would be so unlucky. First, it was Mo Yuqing. Now, it was such a super expert. With just one exchange of blows, she immediately felt Feng Jiu's strength. Moreover, he was using the most unreasonable Sword Dao.
"I, the Puppet King, will remember this grudge. Remember this for me.
Remember this, and one day, I'll make you regret being born in this world! " She spat out these words resentfully. Then, a Frightened Spirit emerged from the ground. It hugged her and burrowed into the ground, disappearing.
"Burrowing into the ground? Could it be a Frightened Spirit? I can't let you escape! " Feng Jiu's gaze turned sharp. He didn't care about exposing his identity anymore. Ninth Heaven Thunder emerged from the top of his head and let out a clear cry like a dragon's roar. He followed the evil aura and chased after it. He leaped onto the roof and used it to fly through the air. He chased from the east side of the city to the west side. Suddenly, he heard a lot of noise. Looking over, he saw a pile of ruins in the middle of a group of magnificent houses. Many Flying Dragon Guards were gathered there, discussing something. With a thought, Ninth Heaven Thunder plunged down and landed on the ruins.
Boom!
With a loud sound, Yue Er was forced out from the ground. Her face was pale and she vomited a mouthful of blood. Jingmei supported her so that she didn't fall. Jingmei was so anxious that he wanted to grab her and burrow into the ground again. However, he realized that an unknown force had sealed the ground. He couldn't use any divine abilities. He bared his teeth at Feng Jiu who was descending and let out a low, threatening growl.
This pile of ruins was Peng Hall.
The Flying Dragon Guards had just discovered the huge change in Peng Hall and were investigating. Suddenly, they saw a ray of divine light descend from the sky. When it landed on the ground, they saw that it was a sword. Its body was hazy, like a misty shadow. There was also flowing light around it, like a small dragon that was breathing clouds. Accompanied by the sound of thunder, when it landed, there was a ripple that was like clear water.
The Flying Dragon Guards suddenly felt that they had entered an indescribable space. One of the leaders, who was obviously dressed differently, had a drastic change in expression. "Clouds and dragons, the Forbidden Land. It's Ninth Heaven Thunder!"
"The Immortal Artifact Ninth Heaven Thunder!" All the Flying Dragon Guards exclaimed.
Five years ago, the Court Of Sword had announced to the outside world that the Ninth Heaven Thunder had officially been passed down to Feng Jiu.
After the leader recovered from his shock, he hurriedly cupped his fists towards Feng Jiu, who was rushing towards Yue Er. "Are you Sword God Feng Jiu?"
"Yes." Feng Jiu spoke quickly. "All of you, retreat quickly. This demonic woman cultivates the Heavenly Death Scripture. She isn't someone you can deal with. If you are turned into a puppet, I will have no choice but to kill you."
This time, the leader was terrified. He waved his hand. "Don't disturb Lord Sword God from killing the demonic woman. Let's go quickly!" With that, he ran away.
Yue Er gradually recovered from her dizziness. "The Forbidden Land … So that's how it is. It can actually seal Little Charm Mei's divine abilities. It's really a heaven-defying Immortal Artifact! But you are too unreasonable. I only said a few words to you, and you want to kill me. You are a disciple of a famous sect. Aren't you afraid that others will say that you bullied a woman? "She raised her head and looked over angrily. What she saw caused her to be stunned.
Under the moonlight, this man who was filled with killing intent towards her was wearing a fitting black robe. It accentuated his tall and straight figure. His face seemed to be carved according to a ruler. Every corner of his face was so distinct. Every protrusion was as sharp as a sword. It was as if he was a painting formed by the sharp sword light. His cold and outstanding temperament seemed even more lonely under the cold moonlight.
She didn't know why her heart ached.
Feng Jiu rode the thunder of the Nine Heavens and pressed towards Yue Er. He saw Yue Er raise her head. The moonlight clearly painted a pale face. It was seventy percent beautiful and thirty percent weak. With just a slight change of expression, it was the most irresistible and pitiful look for men.
This face was like a sharp blade that cruelly sliced off half of Feng Jiu's heart. Intense pain spread throughout his entire body. It was as if the remorseful cry came from his soul. "Linlin!"
"Wah!"
What followed the cry was a large mouthful of blood on the ground. Then, he lost his balance and knelt on the ground. In the small fragment of memory in the deep sea, what was broken was a childish face that looked exactly like Yue Er. Vomiting poisonous blood, it cast a gentle light in the last moments of its life. They were not far away. Yue Er could even feel the temperature of the blood that was spat out in front of her. Feng Jiu raised his trembling hand, as if touching the light and shadow of an old and disabled person. He reached out to Yue Er's face.
Yue Er came back to her senses. She saw that Feng Jiu's cold face was wrinkled in every possible place. Her heart also tightened. This made her curious and afraid. As if to drive away this feeling, she waved her hand and slapped away Feng Jiu's hand. "You're disgusting. Go away!"
The memory fragment was mercilessly shattered.
Feng Jiu suddenly stopped grieving. He knelt there and said woodenly, "Go. Leave Dragon Order City. Don't let me see you again."
"Oh!" Yue Er's eyes turned. "I understand. You must have mistaken me for someone else. Could it be your old lover? Looking at you, she must have died a terrible death. You didn't have time to save her, or did she die for you? How pitiful. I didn't expect Sword God Feng Jiu to be such an infatuated man who cherished old feelings and spared the demoness. "She giggled.
"Disappear immediately!" Feng Jiu stood up and looked at Yue Er coldly. Thunder from the Ninth Heaven slowly floated over.
Yue Er smiled strangely. "I lost to you because I was injured. You win this time, but we will meet again soon." She patted Jingmei. Jingmei immediately hugged Yue 'er, burrowed into the ground, and disappeared.
Feng Jiu clutched his chest and staggered out of Peng Hall. He found a wine shop on another street. At this hour, the night market was almost over, and the tavern was about to close for the day. Seeing Feng JIU coming in, the tavern owner hurriedly stopped her and said, "Sir, we are closing for the day. Please come back tomorrow."
"Give me wine!" Feng Jiu walked over and sat down. He slammed the table and shouted, "Give me wine!"
"Sir, please don't make things difficult for me …" The shopkeeper saw that Feng Jiu's face was pale and there was blood on his lips. It was obvious that he was injured, but he still wanted to drink. He was worried that if he drank to death here, he wouldn't be able to explain himself.
"I have money. Do you dare not sell me?" Feng Jiu slammed a gold note on the table and looked at the shopkeeper fiercely. He had been in a high position for a long time. Once he got serious, he was very scary. But he seemed to have forgotten that his hand shouldn't have the strength to slam the table.
"We, we don't dare. Please, please take a seat." The shopkeeper was so scared that he didn't dare to take the gold note. He hurriedly ran to bring the wine over. He also cut a plate of cooked beef and two plates of peanuts.
Feng Jiu slammed open a jar of wine, lifted it, and poured it into his mouth. He seemed to have forgotten that his hand didn't have the strength to lift a jar of wine that was three feet high.
Gulp, gulp, gulp!
He drank more than half of the wine in one go. He didn't know when, but a young girl was sitting in front of him. She looked at him with a smile. He said coldly, "I said, if I see you again, I'll kill you!"
"But you didn't say that." The young girl also took a jar. She removed the clay seal and poured the wine into a bowl. "You only said not to see me, but you didn't say what would happen if you saw me. I couldn't help but be curious, so I came to ask you." She drank a big bowl, and her cheeks immediately turned red. She looked at Feng Jiu with a drunken smile.
"Then I'll tell you now. If I see you again, I'll kill you!" Feng Jiu said coldly.
"Okay, okay. Then the next time you see me, you can kill me. Now let's drink, hee hee hee … "Yue Er poured another bowl and drank.
Feng Jiu seemed to tacitly agree with this suggestion, and drank again.
Yue Er snorted, "I knew you were here to get drunk, so I came to accompany you to drink, to relieve your longing. I've done all kinds of evil, but I've done a good deed for you. Shouldn't you kneel down and thank me? "
Feng Jiu just drank.
Yue Er had never drunk wine before, so she didn't know how powerful it was. After two big bowls, she felt dizzy, and there seemed to be several more Feng Jiu in front of her. "Hey, that Linlin, is she really as pretty as me?"
"Prettier than you."
"Impossible …"
"Prettier than you."
"Impossible …"
"Prettier than you."
"You're not allowed to say it, you're not allowed to say it!" Yue Er suddenly became fierce. She stood up and leaned forward to grab Feng Jiu's shirt. "Master said that Yue Er … Yue Er will grow up to be … the most beautiful girl in the world … Master said it … Your Linlin can't be prettier than Yue Er, absolutely not. If you say it again, I'll bite you!" She bared her teeth threateningly.
Feng Jiu said indifferently, "You're drunk."
"Hey," Yue Er smiled again, her long and beautiful eyes narrowed into two crescent moons, "Tell me, that Linlin, how did you two meet?" She was almost pressing her face against Feng Jiu's.
"Get lost." Feng Jiu turned away indifferently, and switched to another bowl of wine.
"Tell me, tell me, I'll tell you how I met Master." Yue Er leaned on the table like a salted fish, and shook Feng Jiu vigorously.
"You're Yue Er. Who's your master? "Feng Jiu asked.
"Master is Master." Yue Er stepped over and sat down next to Feng Jiu. She leaned her head against Feng Jiu's shoulder and burped. Her beautiful eyes were half-closed, but there seemed to be tears in them. "Master's name is Yue Er. He asked Yue Er to deliver a letter, and then he died. Master died, and Yue Er can't live anymore … Yue Er misses Master, misses Master …" Her tears fell uncontrollably.
Feng Jiu was shocked, he wasn't drunk at all. This little girl came to comfort him, but she ended up crying next to him. His heart softened involuntarily, and he let her lean on him.
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