"Don't kill me. I don't want to die. I don't want to die."
The prisoner had evidently heard the words of the Man of Destiny, and seemed to understand his fate, and immediately began to beg for mercy.
But the prisoner's cultivation was too low, the aura he exuded was only that of the third rank, and he was completely unable to move in Ye Zheyun's hands. He was even weaker than a chick.
"Um?"
Lin Che couldn't help but frown when he heard the prisoner's voice. It seemed a little familiar.
He was originally not interested in the prisoner's appearance, but now he couldn't help being curious. He used his spiritual sense to scan through the prisoner's black cloth hood and saw the prisoner's appearance clearly.
It turned out to be Meng Yu?
Lin Che narrowed her eyes slightly. Meng Yu was an assistant teacher at the Confucian Academy.
When Lin Che and Sheng Huainan held a poetry conference in Tiandu City, he donated the one million silver coins he earned.
When he made the bet with that group of students, Meng Yu was the top student on the list and spent 300,000 taels to compete in poetry.
How did this guy end up here? A prisoner?
"Do you know him?" Ye Zheyun was very attentive and immediately noticed that Lin Che's expression was unnatural.
He was about to fly back with the person in his arms, but now he stopped.
"I guess so. But it has nothing to do with me."
Lin Che was also speaking the truth. Meng Yu had stood up for Mo Zhaoxue at the beginning, and at that time he really wanted to trample this proton to death.
After losing the money, he even threatened: Mr. Lin, I will remember this grudge.
She might not remember the person who gave her the gift, but Lin Che remembered this kind of enemy clearly.
Most importantly, he soon resolved his grudge with a group of Confucian scholars. However, Meng Yu was not among that group of students, and Meng Yu still stood on Mo Zhaoxue's side.
I never expected that after such a long time, we would meet on such an occasion.
But Lin Che still asked the seven-member team:
"What crime did he commit?"
The captain was very familiar with the captured prisoners. He said quickly:
"He falsely accused the Champion Marquis and promoted the teachings of the Demon Buddha."
ah? ?
Lin Che never expected that this was related to him, so she asked again:
"How did he frame the Champion Marquis?"
"Well, the exile document says that during the war between the Marquis of Guanjun and the traitor Jiang Shangwu, this man repeatedly accused the Marquis of treason, regicide, collusion with foreign enemies, and the murder of loyal officials... He was later beheaded by the court. He begged to come to the Great Wall of Qiyun, but once here, he began to preach the ways of the demon Buddha."
That's damn right!!
Lin Che didn't want to ask any more questions and bowed to them to express his gratitude.
Whoosh——
Lin Che and Ye Zheyun said nothing more, and took Meng Yu into the air, flying back.
It wasn't long before they returned to the shrine.
The two of them took Meng Yu with them and walked into the central shrine. The others had not yet dispersed and were all waiting here.
Lin Che also noticed that the entire Divine Palace had undergone a special change, as if some mechanism had been activated.
Originally, the palace was decorated in an ordinary way, with tables, chairs, benches, and a large round table.
But now all these things are gone, the ground is covered with extremely complex patterns, and an illusory figure is floating in the air.
Lin Che's first impression was that it was like a high-tech operating room of the future.
Old Man Gui Chen didn't say much. He stretched out his hand and gently hooked it. Meng Yu floated in the air and slowly overlapped with the illusory figure.
In mid-air, the meridians and acupuncture points of the human body all appeared like images.
Click, click, click!!
A strange sound emanated from the roof of the shrine, and a sky filled with stars appeared. An inexplicable and mysterious Dao-like destiny seemed to be secretly echoing the sound.
Swish, swish, swish.
The descendants of each school were also familiar with the route, and they all floated to different heights, faintly forming the shape of the "Big Dipper".
They were all eighth-grade masters, radiating a dazzling array of light and imposing aura. They truly were like gods in the Ninth Heaven, untouchable and sacred.
Elder Guichen said to Lin Che, "The ninth-grade technique hasn't just begun, but the missing Death Gate is the key. We found half of the ninth-grade technique in an ancient ruin. After careful deduction, we discovered that it belongs to the Myriad Demons Nation. We humans are not suitable for it."
"But since the Ten Thousand Demons Country can produce a ninth-grade technique, we humans must be able to do the same. This is our first collaboration, and it's also your first time seeing the beginning of the ninth-grade technique we created. No matter where we go in the future, we in the Eight Sects of the Divine Palace have a rule: not a single ninth-grade technique can be leaked..."
Lin Che expressed his approval. This was a great research that could change the entire human race.
Naturally, I don't want anyone to leak it.
squeak!
Suddenly, the space in front moved slightly, and a thousand paper cranes emitting light appeared.
This is the communication between great scholars over thousands of miles.
With so many people watching, Lin Che was just wondering whether he should check it out right away when the second and third paper cranes appeared.
Lin Che nodded apologetically to Old Man Gui Chen and reached out to grab the thousand paper cranes.
Suddenly, news came from the great scholar Ji Bu.
[Lin Che, stop, stop now!]
[Lin Daru, are you the heir of the Death Gate? ]
"The death row inmate you just took away is Meng Yu, a teaching assistant at our academy. I don't know how to explain this to you, but please spare his life. Please."
I just finished reading the news about these three paper cranes, and the fourth and fifth paper cranes are coming.
My goodness, does Ji Bu care so much about Meng Yu?
When Muli Confucian Sage woke up earlier, he gave Ji Bu an order to go to the Great Wall of Fortune. It seems that Ji Bu not only came, but also paid close attention to all Confucian students.
Lin Che could ignore Meng Yu's life or death, but she still had to give Ji Bu face.
He looked at Old Man Guichen and said apologetically, "Excuse me, let's change the prisoner. I want to take this person away..."
Just as he finished speaking, before Old Man Guichen opened his mouth, Yao Tunan in mid-air snorted:
"You can't take this person away."
Wu Zhiyao took back the sword box and became more assertive:
"Are there any more rules? To become one of the Eight Gates of the Divine Palace, one must sever all worldly thoughts and avoid any involvement with them. We've already brought someone here, and you want to take them away with just one word? Does that mean anyone can stop midway and take someone away from now on?"
Elder Guichen looked at Lin Che with some doubt.
"What is your relationship with this person?"
Lin Che spoke frankly, "It has nothing to do with me. He even framed me. But I have some favors to repay. I can't bring myself to do this to this person."
As he spoke, Lin Che also raised his head, looked at the gods and immortals, and said with a bow:
"Everyone, please give me, Lin Che, a favor. Let me take this man away. Please."
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