Chapter 43 Calculating the Fate of Young Master Lu

The night was as frosty as a veil, covering the entire Beiluo City with a layer of brilliance.

Lu Changkong rode his horse and took a deep breath. What flowed into his mouth was a strong smell of blood that could not be dispersed.

His heart trembled slightly.

Could it be... that Mo Tianyu had really predicted it? Did Lu Fan really die in the combined forces of the three great families and the sword sect?

Wearing a cold armor, Lu Changkong was riding on a Ferghana horse. Suddenly, his back became hunched.

Luo Yue followed Lu Changkong silently, and he naturally smelled the blood in the air.

He gripped the reins tightly, his face as gloomy as water.

The sound of wheels rubbing against blue bricks was heard, and the five-horse cart came, and the sound of hooves gradually became smaller.

The curtain was lifted, and Mo Tianyu got out of the carriage with a huge wine gourd on his waist. He took a deep breath of the air filled with the smell of blood.

"This is a city full of killing."

Mo Tianyu sighed.

"This is a very bad omen. This time, I didn't make a mistake... I really hope this omen is wrong. Unfortunately, it is hard to go against the laws of nature. City Lord Lu, please accept my condolences."

Afterwards, he took off the gourd from his waist and took a sip of wine. The wine gushed out, and the rich aroma of alcohol dissipated the smell of blood.

He sat on the frame, with a pair of straw sandals drooping down, a scholar's robe exposing his chest, swaying from side to side, with a bohemian and unruly temperament.

Lu Changkong glanced at him, his eyes filled with murderous intent.

There was a tendency that he would draw his sword in anger, and blood would splatter five steps away.

Mo Tianyu was not afraid. He took a sip of wine, burped, and then burst into laughter.

"That's right. Although the Nong family is declining, it is still one of the hundreds of schools of thought. As a descendant of the Nong family, you should also have some of the domineering spirit that the hundreds of schools of thought should have..."

Lu Changkong glanced at Mo Tianyu and narrowed his eyes.

"Sir, please don't talk nonsense. You need to be responsible for your words and actions."

Lu Changkong said indifferently.

"Lao Luo, follow me, let's go back to the Lu Mansion."

"If anything happens to Fan'er, we will raise an army to destroy the Zhongnan Sword Sect! Even if we have to abandon Beiluo!"

Lu Changkong uttered these powerful words, raised the whip and whipped the horse.

The sound of horse hooves exploded as they galloped towards the Lu Mansion.

Luo Yue's eyes were turbulent, his hand was on the long sword at his waist, and he growled: "I will follow you until death!"

Three hundred cavalrymen also followed.

On the main street of Beiluo City, only Mo Tianyu was left sitting on the carriage frame, holding the gourd.

He looked at the group of people who disappeared into the distance and grinned.

So he asked the coachman to follow.

…

Lu Changkong's face was originally as gloomy as water.

But……

As he rode his horse through the city, the expression on his face became more and more strange and confused.

Finally, he met several Iron-Blooded Army soldiers who were dealing with corpses in the distance, and his eyes fixed on them.

"Hi, Hi, Hi, Hi."

Pulling the reins and slowing down, the sound of horse hooves fell rhythmically on the blue bricks like raindrops.

Lu Changkong turned over and walked towards the iron-blooded army with big strides.

Several Iron Blood Army soldiers also saw Lu Changkong, and excitement appeared on their faces.

The city lord is back? "Greetings, city lord!"

Several Iron Blood Army soldiers knelt on one knee on the ground.

"How is the young master?"

"What happened? Where are the defenders of the tower and the others?"

"How is the battle situation at the front?"

"What are the casualties?"

Lu Changkong frowned, looked sullen, and asked several questions in succession.

The Iron-Blooded Army soldiers who were kneeling on one knee were confused by Lu Changkong's barrage of questions. They stammered and were unable to speak for a while.

Luo Yue behind Lu Changkong couldn't bear it anymore.

With his eyes wide open, he took a step forward and let out a roar like a lion.

"I'm asking you a question! Are you all scared silly?! Are you hemming and hawing?!"

Several soldiers shuddered.

"Your Excellency, the City Lord."

"The battle in the city...has already ended."

Finally, a soldier spoke.

Lu Changkong was stunned.

Before he could continue asking questions, the soldier had already told him what had happened.

"The three great families of Liu, Zhu, and Chen were confiscated and exterminated by the young master for treason. All the sword sect masters were killed. Hundreds of Confucian scholars who insulted the young master on Beiluo Lake were also taken to prison by the young master and their necks were slashed..."

The soldier spoke quite quickly, but his words sounded like thunder in the ears of Lu Changkong and Luo Yue.

What the hell?! The previous intelligence... wasn't like this? Why is everything the other way around? Lu Changkong's face trembled slightly, "Really?"

The soldier who reported the incident was almost crying. Could he dare to lie?

"Why are there only a few defenders left on the tower? Where are the others? Are there serious casualties?"

Lu Changkong continued to ask.

The soldier clasped his fists and said, "My Lord, in this battle... 18 of our brothers were injured, and 3 were killed."

"As for the others... they were all called by Commander Luo to move the bodies."

Suddenly, a cry of surprise was heard from the carriage hanging behind Lu Changkong's three hundred cavalrymen.

"Impossible. Five of the Seven Sword Heroes are here. On what basis and what can you use to win?!"

Mo Tianyu's questioning voice was heard from the carriage.

Lu Changkong's expression suddenly darkened.

"Mo Tianyu, Lu said that you must be responsible for your words and deeds. Does it mean that my son does not deserve to live just because you told me a divination?"

After hearing what Mo Tianyu said, Lu Changkong's face suddenly turned cold.

Luo Yue also stared at Mo Tianyu unkindly.

"If you were not the Imperial Master's first disciple, I would have killed you right now."

Lu Changkong said lightly.

Mo Tianyu was not stupid and he knew that his words were inappropriate. However, due to his pride, he did not admit his mistake and just bowed to Lu Changkong.

Then, he took out three copper coins from his Confucian robe and looked at them carefully.

Could it be that his prediction was wrong again? !

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

Lu Changkong took a deep breath, turned his head to look at the soldiers, narrowed his eyes, and his expression relaxed.

"Good, very good... As long as Faner is safe."

Although I don’t know what happened, Lu Fan seems to have handled it all.

Knowing that Lu Fan was safe, Lu Changkong was not in a hurry to return to the Lu Mansion.

He was going to clean up the mess for Lu Fan.

…

"Five of the Seven Swordsmen have arrived. Unless Lu Changkong stays in Beiluo and surrounds and kills him with an elite cavalry of three hundred warriors... otherwise, with the strength of the Beiluo City defenders, Lu Ping'an will surely die!"

"I don't believe it..."

In the carriage.

Mo Tianyu scratched his messy hair, pinched a copper coin with his flowery fingers, drank the gourd wine, threw the copper coin up, and sprayed a mouthful of wine mist.

The copper coin rolled in the wine mist and spread flat in his palm.

He squinted his eyes, and pondered the hexagram in the moonlight shining through the carriage window.

"It's still a very bad omen. Lu Changkong's son... is doomed."

Mo Tianyu put away the copper coin and scratched his hair in annoyance.

"No, I have to tell this man's fate in front of Young Master Lu!"

"Go to Lu Mansion."

Mo Tianyu shouted to the driver.

…

Lu Mansion.

In Lu Fan's villa.

Jing Yue was sitting cross-legged on the ground, carrying a yellow pear wood sword case on his back.

Looking at the starry night sky, there is a sense of melancholy.

He survived.

At this moment, he still felt a lingering fear when he recalled Lu Fan sitting in a wheelchair and looking at him indifferently.

Originally, he thought he could live if he surrendered, but Lu Fan's words "Give me a reason for you to live" made Jing Yue feel disappointed.

He couldn't give a reason, so he died.

The power of the Sword Sect in Beiluo City was directly eliminated by Lu Fan with his overwhelming strength.

Four of the seven sword masters were killed.

And if he hadn't been quick-witted and handed over the sword school's most important blood-moving technique and several sets of sword techniques in exchange for his life, I'm afraid... even if he surrendered, his fate would have been to be killed.

Because... he knew too much.

The moonlight was cold, just like Jing Yue's icy heart.

Today, Jing Yue is no longer one of the Seven Swordsmen. He has a completely new identity...

Young Master Lu's servant.

The kind without any name or status.

That’s right, in order to survive, Jing Yue not only sold his blood-moving skills and swordsmanship, but also sold himself as well.

However, he did not feel too much humiliation.

Just like what he had always thought.

Isn't it good to be alive?

Looking up, Ning Zhao was sitting cross-legged on the roof of Lu Fan's room in a white dress, the moonlight shining on her body, making her look like a banished celestial being, with unrivaled grace and beauty.

With his eyes closed, his luck gathered, his heart felt something, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and he opened his eyes.

He glanced at Jing Yue with indifference.

Jing Yue's face froze and he gave Ning Zhao a stiff smile.

suddenly.

Ning Zhao raised his head, frowned, and looked outside the mansion.

Jing Yue in the yard also narrowed his eyes.

Outside Lu Mansion.

The luxurious carriage pulled by five horses slowly stopped, and the horses neighed.

Mo Tianyu, with disheveled hair and holding a gourd, walked out of the carriage.

Seeing that the door of Lu Mansion was closed, Mo Tianyu narrowed his eyes.

He weighed the gourd in his hand.

Then, he stepped on the carriage frame with his feet hanging down from his straw sandals.

His graceful body soared into the air and leaped onto the roof of the Lu Mansion. He stepped on the bricks and tiles, and used his light skills to go straight into the depths of the Lu Mansion.

(End of this chapter)