14 Fox Killer
001, who was worried about Hua Lang the whole time, also fell silent.
Are you using this to test cadres?
Which cadre can't stand a test like yours?!
In Murong He's exceptionally broad palm, this already lonely nut looked even smaller and more pitiful.
Both of them were silent for a while.
Finally, Murong He slowly withdrew his hand and put the nuts into his sleeve.
Without waiting for Hua Lang to breathe a sigh of relief, he directly pulled Hua Lang's hand over, and his rough fingertips covered with calluses began to stroke her palm.
Hua Lang was startled and looked up at him, only to see that he was looking at his palm seriously, writing carefully, stroke by stroke.
Soon, Hua Lang realized that this was... writing?
"beat"
"."
Really writing!
Murong He...could it be that he can't speak?!
Hua Lang hurriedly recalled the original novel. She didn't remember much about the early part of the novel. She only vaguely remembered that the book only mentioned this person briefly, with a sentence "the head of the Discipline Hall" and not even a name. Naturally, there was no detailed description of Murong He suffering from muteness.
Hua Lang pointed at Pan Qian and then at himself.
"Who to hit?"
Don't you want to hit her?
Murong He wrote "he" with every stroke.
"."
Hua Lang immediately felt relieved, and then tried to test it, "Then can I fight his nephew as well?"
Murong He nodded: "."
Pan Qian's legs were shaking with fear when he learned of Hua Lang's identity. Now, when he heard Hua Lang's words, it was as if the guillotine had finally fallen.
It’s over now, Junior Master Uncle will not let him go!
Hua Lang completely relaxed his grip and pointed at the bamboo slips scattered on the ground. He said, "Then I want these two to undergo all the tortures recorded on them."
"No, Master!" Pan Qian tumbled down from the hall and crawled to the two of them on his knees. Just as he tried to grab Murong He's clothes, he was brushed away. He turned to grab Hua Lang and begged, "Uncle Master, I know I was wrong! It's all my fault for not recognizing the great man and disturbing your enjoyment today. The person mentioned in the bamboo slips was captured by my ignorant nephew. You can punish him however you want, but please understand that these things have nothing to do with me!"
Hua Lang stepped aside, avoiding Pan Qian's hand. He looked down at him and said, "As the hall master's personal disciple, how can you be threatened by your useless nephew?"
Murong He raised his sleeves, and the bamboo slips scattered on the ground flew into his palm. Without moving his fingers, the bamboo slips automatically unfolded one by one, revealing a row of ranking words on them.
In just a few breaths, he finished reading the bamboo slips that were as thick as a finger.
Murong He lowered his head and looked at Pan Qian. He was tall and had sharp and handsome features. With his head lowered like this, even without saying a word, he looked so majestic that it was frightening.
Pan Qian had been his disciple for so many years, and when he saw this, he knew that his master had given up on him.
Pan Qian's face turned pale in an instant.
Thinking of the various tortures recorded in the bamboo slips, he could no longer bear it, his hands and feet went limp, and he fainted.
Even after Pan Qian was dragged away, Hua Lang was still in disbelief. She asked, "Are they really going to execute him?"
The disciple who was dragging Pan Qian knew her identity and immediately replied respectfully, "Uncle Junior Master, of course. If you want to watch the execution, that's fine too."
Hua Lang shook her head. She didn't have such a habit.
Hua Lang turned around again and saw a group of disciples rushing to the outer gate to catch someone passing by.
In just a few hours, the relationship between the uncle and nephew, who had been domineering in Qinglai for so many years, ended so abruptly.
Hua Lang sighed: This world of immortal cultivation is also a place where relationships are important.
Pan Yu relied on the fact that he had an uncle who was a direct disciple in the inner sect to act tyrannically in the outer sect.
Now, because she is Qinglai's junior uncle, and her rank is higher than his, these disciples can take their former high-ranking senior brother to be punished without even asking the reason.
Hua Lang felt mixed emotions. When she walked out of the Discipline Hall, Murong He was waiting for her outside.
Murong He turned his head and asked her: "?"
Hua Lang had never been good at reading comprehension, so he could only respond with the same: "?"
Murong He looked at her for a while, and seemed to give up the topic: "."
In this short period of time, the news that Junior Uncle punished the cancerous tumors in the inner and outer sects had spread all over Qinglai. More and more disciples from various peaks came to watch the Discipline Hall, which was avoided by everyone in the past.
Hua Lang looked at several disciples who pretended to pass by but were actually peeping at her, and alarm bells went off in her heart.
"Brother, it's getting late. If there's nothing else, I'll take my leave first."
Murong He nodded slightly and watched Hua Lang leave away from the crowd.
Hua Lang was in a good mood at the moment.
I think after Pan Yu was punished, he would be crippled if not dead, and he would certainly not be able to bully Yan Rong every day like in the plot.
She has now solved the problem in advance of the person who played the most critical role in Yan Rong's early stage of blackening.
In the days that followed, she tried to curb Yan Rong's tendency to turn evil from all aspects of details, and finally took action to prevent the exposure of her bloodline.
In this case, there is no reason for Yan Rong to turn evil, right?
The more Hua Lang thought about it, the more he felt that his plan was flawless.
She carefully planned her journey and was about to reach Qijing Peak, but as she walked, she suddenly felt something was wrong.
Suddenly looking back——
A familiar, exceptionally tall figure was standing silently a few steps away from her.
Hua Lang:?
Is it on the way?
Hua Lang continued walking forward and was almost at the palace gate when he looked back.
Murong He's figure still stands out among the low flowers.
Hua Lang: ...
It was not until she entered the door and looked out the window that Murong He, who had followed her all the way, turned around and left.
Hua Lang suddenly felt a strange sense of familiarity.
It’s like the feeling when I was in elementary school and went to school alone for the first time, with my grandmother secretly following me.
But now, she has no connection with six or seven-year-old children...
The next day.
Early in the morning, when the morning mist had not yet dissipated, several funeral sedans came from afar, and the huge Wu family emblem could be vaguely seen on the leading sedan.
Everyone in Qinglai had been preparing for today for a long time, and there were hundreds of disciples being recruited.
Wu's bier slowly came to a stop. The bier, made of some rare and precious wood, shone faintly, its every inch as smooth and polished as jade. The massive bier was covered in winding pavilions and draped with white curtains. Even the pillars were inlaid with jade carvings, giving it a lifelike feel.
Very grand.
Mo Jinghong rarely appeared in public during the day. He stood in front of the hall with his hands behind his back, gazing at the coffin.
Hua Lang hid in the shadows of the hall, looking at the funeral bier which hadn't shown up for a long time, and yawned.
Ming Jinshu is also here today, and the trial will be temporarily presided over by her eldest disciple.
Ming Jinshu turned his head and saw the dark circles under Hua Lang's eyes. He asked, "What's wrong? Didn't you sleep well last night?"
Hua Lang sighed, "Yeah, I woke up once in the middle of the night and never fell asleep again."
Last night, she dreamed again that she was trapped in an arm that was freezing cold. She wanted to reach out and push it away, but she touched a human face and woke up with a fright.
Ming Jinshu immediately comforted her, "It's okay, Senior Sister will go get you some Jingxu Talismans in a moment, and I'll make sure you sleep well until dawn!"
Hua Lang immediately gave a thumbs up and praised his senior sister.
Another half incense stick passed.
Finally there was movement - a continuous and subtle crushing sound was heard.
Several figures were vaguely visible behind the white curtain. Soon, a hand reached out and lifted the white curtain. Before people could see her appearance, she held the white curtain and stood to the side, making way for the people behind her.
It was a man in white clothes sitting in a wheelchair.
There were several people standing behind him, but none of them could take away other people's attention from him.
He looked slightly tired, his facial features were indifferent, as plain as white porcelain, revealing a holy beauty.
There is no mistaking his appearance; this is Wu Tingque, the eldest son of the Wu family.
The guards behind Wu Tingque pushed the wheelchair, and the group went down the gangway in a mighty procession.
Mo Jinghong smiled brightly and said, "Nephew Wu, has your journey been smooth?"
"Ahem, thank you, Sect Leader Mo, for your concern. I'm able to see the beauty of the North in my lifetime. This journey, despite all the hardships, is worth it."
Wu Tingque smiled slightly, then turned his head and started coughing. The maid beside him immediately handed him a new handkerchief.
Hua Lang tried to cheer himself up, and one of the big bosses appeared.
The book describes Wu Tingque as a man with a bodhisattva face but a vicious heart. He was one of the murderers behind the extermination of the Tianhu clan.
Unfortunately, at the end of the original book, Xie Hanjing Wuqing successfully transformed into a god, cast aside his love and hatred, and when facing his enemy Wu Tingque, he only took away his power in Zhongzhou and chose to spare his life.
In Hua Lang's opinion, the safest way to deal with this kind of smiling tiger boss is to kill him completely. Otherwise, if he gets the chance to turn the tables, then the protagonist may have to be replaced by someone else.
Mo Jinghong and Wu Tingque exchanged pleasantries for a while.
After exchanging pleasantries, the two men discussed the date they had secretly agreed upon for their discussion. This conversation lasted until the morning mist cleared.
Mo Jinghong turned sideways and said, "My dear nephew, today my seventh disciple will take you to visit the sect..."
Mo Jinghong's words came to an abrupt end.
Ming Jinshu quickly nudged Hua Lang with his elbow.
But Ming Jinshu never knew how to control his strength.
Thus, Hua Lang, who had already fallen asleep while standing during the polite conversation and was completely unprepared, was elbowed and staggered, leaving the group in a very undignified manner.
He almost fell down in front of Mo Jinghong and Wu Tingque.
"Cough cough cough..." Wu Tingque looked at Hua Lang, his face pale with fright.
Mo Jinghong picked up the confused Hua Lang and smiled with narrowed eyes.
"Hahaha, this is my seventh disciple, Hua Lang. She has the same personality as me and is used to being relaxed and free. My dear nephew, we are close in age, and she also learns the flute. I'm sure you two will have a great time chatting on this trip."
Wu Tingque caught his breath and said, "...Of course. I felt familiar with Junior Sister Hua the moment I saw her. It must be a great honor to be able to travel with her."
After saying this, he smiled slightly, his brows and eyes relaxed, like the gentle breeze and bright moon.
Mo Jinghong nodded with satisfaction, then turned to look at the huge dark circles under his disciple's eyes, and felt that Wu Tingque was a capable person.
After all, this can be boasted about.
Hua Lang didn't look at Wu Tingque's rather confusing smile.
All she wanted in her mind was to take him to see the trial later, finish the main storyline of the second volume as soon as possible, and get rid of this perverted fox killer.
Hua Lang forced a polite smile and said, "I am also very happy to be able to travel with Master Wu."
Wu Tingque extended his hand to her. Two silver rings gleamed brightly on his thin index and middle fingers. He smiled and said,
"Then I'll trouble you, Junior Sister."
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