The young man who was just now feeling sad and lost in his life was now calmly admiring his masterpiece.

He had already inserted three bamboo sticks into Chen Xiyun's fingertips. Chen Xiyun's face was distorted with pain, but he was so calm as if he was fiddling with a piece of art.

Peng Yuyan gasped, and Xu Xinyan opened her mouth in surprise, suddenly feeling that the young man seemed to be two different people.

Fu Xiaoguan picked up the fourth bamboo stick and gestured with Chen Xiyun's withered fingertips, "If you want to be a bad person, you must be aware of your own bad behavior. Even if you hit a wall, don't turn back..."

"Ah...!" The bamboo stick pierced Chen Xiyun's ring finger.

"Look at yourself, woman. You must learn to be elegant! Elegance is something that becomes more apparent the older you get. You have no elegance at all. It's not your fault. You have never basked in the sun or seen flowers. You are just a mouse living in a dark corner. Well, a mouse."

"ah……!"

Fu Xiaoguan slapped the bamboo stick with his palm, and the stick penetrated three inches into his fingertip.

"You, you...what exactly do you want?"

Chen Xiyun's face was pale and she was sweating profusely. Her dead eyes were filled with fear. She stared at Fu Xiaoguan as if she was looking at a devil from the depths of hell.

"I don't want to..." Fu Xiaoguan curled his lips, "You can even ask such a question, which means the pain hasn't reached the depths of your soul."

He picked up the fifth bamboo stick and chuckled, "I've been to Shuiyue Temple once before. In fact, the Fourth Prince has been there too. I think he's looking for something."

"Where is that thing hidden?"

Chen Xiyun closed her mouth and her whole body was twitching.

"Look, you're old now, and I'm afraid you'll forget. Even after reminding you like this, you still won't tell me..."

He grabbed Chen Xiyun's left hand, and the bamboo stick pierced through the tip of his middle finger. Chen Xiyun screamed again, and his body curled up on the ground like a shrimp.

"That's quite interesting... After killing Xue Dingshan, this Lord will personally go to the Min Mountains. There are four people who must die..."

He picked up the sixth bamboo stick and continued, "Your Saint, Yu Wenshu, and their daughter Yu Yixi. The three of them must die together. There is also one person who must die, the Saint's younger brother. I don't know his name yet, but it doesn't matter. At worst, we can just kill all the Moon Worshipers."

"ah……!"

The sixth bamboo stick pierced his fingertip, and Fu Xiaoguan laughed. "It's a pity you can't see, because next, I'm going to blind these ugly eyes of yours!"

Chen Xiyun completely collapsed, her dry lips trembling, "No, no, no... I, I said..."

"That's right. I still don't understand why it takes such a huge price to confess." Fu Xiaoguan clapped his hands and looked at Chen Xiyun calmly, "Go ahead."

"Suiyue, An, that one..."

A bamboo leaf flew in from the forest.

Peng Yuyan suddenly jumped up and chopped at the bamboo leaf with a knife.

Xu Xinyan pounced on Fu Xiaoguan like a tigress and knocked him to the ground.

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In the cold rain and wind, so much prosperity seems like a dream.

It was once vibrant and colorful, but now it has become a thing of the past.

The long Shu Road, the endless Minjiang River, the gentle breeze and drizzle, and the green mountains on both sides. This is a very beautiful landscape painting, but in Yu Wenshu's eyes, it is full of desolation.

He came from Changting in a panic, the road was muddy and bumpy, he had no carriage, no followers, and even no money in his pocket!

Even the clothes he was wearing were covered in dust, not to mention his disheveled appearance, which made him look no different from a beggar.

This was a good thing. No one in the world could recognize that he was the former fourth prince of the Yu Dynasty. Yu Wenshu felt a little more at ease. He gathered his sleeves and lowered his head as he walked into the Rongzhou City, which had just opened its gates.

He wanted to return to Xirong, where there was a gold mine.

The treasure of the previous dynasty was buried under the Confucius Temple in Jinling, but he did not have the key, and Chen Zuojun never had the chance to reveal the man's name until his death, so he could not and dared not go to Jinling now.

He needed to take some gold away and then slowly look for the key - he had to rush back to Xirong and leave as soon as possible. He firmly believed that Xue Dingshan would be defeated, and he also firmly believed that the Moon Worship Sect would not be able to escape disaster this time.

The bluestone slabs of the street were damp. The shops on both sides of the street had already opened their doors, and some shopkeepers were calling out: "Fresh steamed buns... two cents each... Sir, please come in!"

When the steamer was opened, a puff of hot smoke rose, followed by the aroma of buns and steamed buns. Yu Wenshu sniffed hard and his stomach rumbled. He licked his lips, swallowed, tilted his head to take a deep look, then lowered his head and continued walking forward.

He needed to find a pawnshop. There was a top-quality jade pendant on his belt, which he was holding tightly in his hand, as if holding his life.

Once upon a time, the dignified Fourth Prince, who was suave, handsome, elegant, and generous, would fall into such a situation!

Yu Wenshu took a long breath, and deep hatred was revealed in his eyes, which were slightly hidden by his loose hair - How wonderful it would be if the Divine Sword Army did not exist in this world!

This damn Divine Sword Army actually descended from the sky and occupied Qipan Pass without bloodshed.

With the Divine Sword Army guarding Qipan Pass, Xi Hua's troops would probably find it difficult to capture it. Then Xi Hua's 130,000-strong army would be completely isolated outside Qipan Pass. Once Yu Chunqiu's army arrives, Xi Hua... would probably only have Xihua left.

How much can Xue Dingshan's 150,000 border troops still do?

Even if Fei An's 400,000 troops were just scattered soldiers, they would be enough to cause great harm to Xue Dingshan.

Who is the culprit behind all this?

His eyes slowly narrowed and his lips were pursed tightly, like a sharp blade - Fu Xiaoguan!

Everything I have now is thanks to you, Mr. Fu!

Therefore, even if I am torn to pieces, I will take your life with me!

"Bang……!"

He suddenly felt a sharp pain on his forehead. He raised his head abruptly and saw a ferocious face opposite him.

"Are your eyes on a dog?"

He was a burly man with a face full of flesh. He held a stick in his hand and followed behind him a large sedan chair carried by eight people.

He held the stick in his right hand and tapped it against his left. "Are you still standing there? Get out of here right now! If it weren't for the fact that the young master has to go to the City God Temple to burn incense today, I'd beat you to death with this stick!"

Yu Wenshu touched his forehead and his fingers were sticky. He looked at his fingers and saw bright red blood.

He lowered his head again, put his hands in his sleeves, and walked to the side of the street.

"What a fucking bad luck! I met a beggar like this so early in the morning! If you offend the young master, you will be killed a thousand times!"

He still kept his head down, silently waiting for the sedan to pass by.

The hand hidden in his sleeve had already been clenched into a fist, his nails dug into his palm, and his hand was covered in blood!