Chapter 45: When the Imperial Master comes, he will be unearthed
Boom!
A strong wind suddenly blew up in the courtyard.
The stone chairs and tables were swaying in the strong wind, and some of the planted trees were also shaking, with leaves flying everywhere.
Mo Tianyu's face flushed red, his pupils constricted, and he was in disbelief.
The person in the room, without even showing his face, burst out with such terrifying power, as if an immortal had descended upon earth! The huge pressure made Mo Tianyu's blood begin to coagulate.
Suddenly, he had a feeling as if he was facing an angry teacher.
Mo Tianyu is quite powerful, he is the Grandmaster of Seven Rings. At his age, it is not easy for him to have such strength, and this is also the reason for his arrogance.
However, despite the strength of Grandmaster Qi Xiang, facing the palm that was slapped out from inside the house, he seemed to be extremely powerless.
Mo Tianyu's clothes were blown tightly against his body, and his hair fluttered backwards.
The palm where the light blue airflow gathers, with the middle finger overlapping the index finger, looks like rolling up the sleeves to make a move.
Boom! There was an explosion.
Mo Tianyu's wine gourd exploded directly.
Blood was gushing out of his mouth and nose.
Above his head, the Confucian spirit that he was proud of was shattered by this finger. His spirit that could easily suppress Jing Yue was like paper in front of this finger.
Click.
Unrivaled pressure, like a towering mountain, fell on Mo Tianyu's head.
The pressure was so severe that his neck became bent.
Boom! The invisible air wave spread out.
Mo Tianyu felt the ground beneath his feet explode and severe pain spread throughout his body.
Everything went dark before my eyes, and all that was left was a bloody mess.
In the yard, the terrifying pressure disappeared.
However, the strong wind slowly stopped...
In the yard.
Jing Yue's face turned red, he knelt on the ground with a sad look on his face.
"Young Master... we are one of them!"
Jing Yue let out a roar of grievance with difficulty.
In the courtyard, the pressure suddenly disappeared.
Jing Yue felt that the force pressing down on his whole body was gradually moving away. Only then could he barely raise his neck.
The moonlight shines down coldly.
The yard was a bit messy, with fallen leaves scattered all over the ground, collapsed stone chairs, etc.
However, what shocked Jing Yue the most was not these, but... a head exposed on the ground in the center of the yard.
The owner of that head was none other than the chief disciple of Confucianism who had defeated him with that move... Mo Tianyu!
Mo Tianyu at this moment.
He looked extremely miserable.
The previous arrogance, elegance and romance have long become a thing of the past.
He was slapped by God's palm and his whole body was like a carrot, stuck into the ground.
Only the head was left outside, with blood constantly gushing out from the body.
Jing Yue took a deep breath and his whole body was shaking slightly.
He was a little scared.
Fortunately, he surrendered decisively and directly, otherwise... his fate would not be much better than that of Mo Tianyu, who was half-dead at this moment.
The young master's methods... are truly unpredictable! Mo Tianyu is a righteous Confucian master of the Seven Rings.
A single word can determine the change of the situation, and the great righteousness can shake the world.
However, such a Grandmaster of Seven Rings who could almost walk sideways in the Great Zhou Dynasty... was slapped in the face and looked like a scallion at this moment.
Ning Zhao floated down, the cold cicada-wing sword emitting a bright glow.
She looked at Mo Tianyu indifferently, without sympathy or pity.
He brought this upon himself.
She had advised him against it, but Mo Tianyu relied on his own strength and insisted on having his own way, and even wanted to tell fortunes for the young master.
In the end, he ended up with this miserable ending.
However, Ning Zhao was somewhat surprised...
With the young master's narrow-mindedness, he failed to kill Mo Tianyu.
Blood was oozing out of Mo Tianyu's mouth and nose, with only his head sticking out of the ground, while his entire body was smashed into the ground by a finger.
His consciousness was a little fuzzy at the moment.
Lu Fan asked him if he had ever had his fortune told.
To be honest... Mo Tianyu actually had his fortune told for himself before leaving Beijing.
That divination is clearly a good omen...
When Mo Tianyu thought of the hexagram at this moment, he felt sad. Good luck... bullshit!
Just a moment ago, he walked in front of the gate of hell.
At this moment, he was clearly in great pain all over, but his mind was very clear.
He couldn't help but recall the time when the Imperial Master sat in a rocking chair in front of the study and felt melancholy when he talked to him about life and death.
It turns out... death is really scary.
Mo Tianyu looked towards the dark room.
From beginning to end, the person in the house never showed up, and didn't even reveal his face. He just said three words and dropped three pieces, and he ended up like this.
Mo Tianyu took a deep breath, but the blood flowed back into his throat, causing him to cough.
Young Master Lu of Beiluo…really has the power of a god or devil? ! "Sir, how do we deal with this person?"
Ning Zhao held the cicada-wing sword, looked into the house in the moonlight, and asked.
Jing Yue got up, put the sword back into the sword case, and his heart was lifted.
The room was very quiet and as dark as ink, without any light coming out.
After a long time, a faint voice floated out.
"Kill him."
Light words linger in the courtyard.
Ning Zhao remained calm, holding the cicada-wing sword and nodded.
“Yes.”
Jing Yue's face was trembling.
This is Mo Tianyu, the chief disciple of Confucianism... the disciple of the Grand Master of the Great Zhou Dynasty. Lu Fan killed him so casually. Isn't he afraid of causing the wrath of the Grand Master? Jing Yue opened his mouth, wanting to admonish Lu Fan.
But when the words reached his throat... he backed off.
What if he opened his mouth to advise him, and Lu Fan thought that he was questioning his decision, and in anger, he killed him as well, wouldn't that be a big loss? So Jing Yue kept silent.
Ning Zhao's white skirt fluttered, the cicada-wing sword was raised, and the skin on her beautiful face was as delicate as white porcelain under the moonlight.
She rolled up her sleeves, raised her bare hands, and planned to chop off Mo Tianyu's head like cutting leeks.
suddenly.
Outside the house, a hunched black shadow suddenly fell.
"Sir, you absolutely cannot do that!"
There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!
Old Huang landed on the ground, his heart pounding with fear, but he shouted out this in a hoarse voice in a hurry.
Ning Zhao's movements froze.
There was a clanging sound outside the courtyard.
Several figures rushed over at a high speed and stepped into the courtyard.
Lu Changkong was wearing armor and holding his helmet in one hand, with his other hand resting on the long sword at his waist, with a cold temperament.
Luo Yue followed behind him.
The two of them stepped into the yard, and in the moonlight, they saw Mo Tianyu's head on the ground.
Luo Yue and Lu Changkong were shocked. If Mo Tianyu hadn't twisted his neck, they would have thought that Mo Tianyu's head had been cut off.
"Sister Ning, stop it."
Inside the house, Lu Fan's words came out lightly.
In fact, he had already sensed that Lu Changkong was coming.
"Fan'er, are you feeling well?"
Lu Changkong looked into the house and asked with concern.
As for Mo Tianyu, who was buried on the ground with only his head left, he didn't care.
If Mo Tianyu didn’t have a national master behind him.
The crime of breaking into the Lu Mansion at night alone was enough for Lu Changkong to execute him.
Inside the house.
Rustling sound.
Ning Zhao put away the cicada-wing sword and went into the house.
Soon, a wheelchair came out.
The cold moonlight shone down, illuminating the handsome young man with red lips and white teeth sitting in a wheelchair.
"Thank you for your concern, father. I am in a good mood today, and my thoughts are clear. I am having a very happy time."
In the wheelchair, Lu Fan chuckled.
In the yard.
Mo Tianyu finally met Lu Fan.
The terrifying existence almost killed him with a flip of his palm.
It turned out to be a frail young man who was in a wheelchair, harmless to humans and animals, and as beautiful as jade.
Lu Changkong asked Lu Fan with concern for a long time.
The father and son were chatting in the moonlight.
As for Mo Tianyu, he seemed to have been completely forgotten.
"Father, although this man is the first disciple of the Imperial Master, he disturbed my sweet dreams. He can be spared the death penalty, but he cannot escape punishment for his life... Let him stay like this for the next few days, and let the Imperial Master come to take him away personally."
"When the Imperial Master comes, he will be unearthed."
Lu Fan said calmly.
After saying this, without leaving any room for negotiation, he let Ning Zhao push him back into the room.
Lu Changkong smiled, but had no intention of speaking up to help Mo Tianyu out.
With a half-smile, Mo Tianyu, who was stuck in the ground like a green onion, took Luo Yue and Lao Huang and left Lu Fan's villa. After leaving the villa, he asked Luo Yue to pass the message to the coachman outside the door.
In the yard, Jing Yue, carrying the sword case on his back, just breathed a sigh of relief and was secretly happy about his decision not to escape this time.
Suddenly, a faint voice lingered in Jingyue, as if whispering in his ear.
The low humming voice left no room for doubt.
"Keep an eye on him. If he dies, I'll look for you. If he runs away... I'll look for you too, until the Imperial Master comes to take him away."
…
In the room, the crushed moonlight was scattered.
Lu Fan sat cross-legged, his mind surging.
The appearance of Mo Tianyu was just a small episode for him.
He has important things to do tonight.
With a thought, the system panel appeared in front of me.
His sight moved sideways and landed on the [Preaching Platform] in the authority column.
"[Preaching Platform] is activated, and the soul strength is automatically deducted by 1..."
Buzz...
The system prompt pops up.
A ray of light appeared in front of Lu Fan again, along with an irresistible suction force.
When Lu Fan opened his eyes, he found himself sitting cross-legged in the center of the Bagua formation on the preaching platform, with sticky spiritual energy flowing slowly around him.
suddenly.
Lu Fan raised his eyebrows slightly.
But then a line of prompts popped up in front of me.
"Test: Xiang Shaoyun (identity: Xijun prefect) has successfully reached the second stage of Qidan realm and can receive 1 strand of spiritual energy as commission. Do you want to receive the commission?"
(End of this chapter)