746 Night Raid, Who Are They Helping?

Bang...

As if he had expected the old palace master to take action, Lan Jiuqing and the old palace master attacked almost one after the other, and their palms collided. Facing the old palace master's powerful attack, Lan Jiuqing took a half step back, with a trace of blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.

“Old Palace Master, your sword is still sharp.” Lan Jiuqing raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, but the old Palace Master responded with fear: “Don’t…”

The old palace master rushed forward, trying to stop Lan Jiuqing from using Lu Yimo's portrait to wipe the blood, but ignored the gleam that flashed in Lan Jiuqing's eyes.

"Bang..." Before the old palace master could touch the corner of Lan Jiuqing's clothes, he was knocked away by Lan Jiuqing's palm, hit the wall, and fell to the ground from the wall.

“Puff!” The old palace master spat out a mouthful of blood and tried to get up, but found that he was unable to do so. He half-supported himself and glared at Lan Jiuqing: “Sinister, despicable.

Lan Jiuqing didn't care about the fierceness in the old palace's eyes. He pulled a chair over and sat down. As if interrogating a prisoner, he said to the old palace master: "Did you hear the footsteps outside? Your son's men are coming. What do you think? Why don't you tell me the whereabouts of the map?"

"Give me the portrait." the old palace master ordered.

Unfortunately, he is no longer the former Palace Master of Xuanxiao Palace. Not only Lan Jiuqing, but even the people of Xuanxiao Palace would not listen to him. Lan Jiuqing did not even give the old Palace Master a glance and said, "I will count to three. If you don't tell me the whereabouts of the map, I will tear up this painting."

Lan Jiuqing placed the sword on the table and held the scroll in both hands. His actions told the old palace master that he was not joking.

The old palace master was anxious, his eyes turned red, and he shouted: "Don't tear my painting, don't tear it..."

"Tell me where the map is." Lan Jiuqing showed no sympathy for the other party. Seeing that the old palace master didn't say anything, he started counting down directly: "Three..."

"two……"

Lan Jiuqing exerted a little force with his hands. The old palace master seemed to hear the sound of the scroll being torn into pieces, and he said quickly: "I said, I said, the map is in the scroll, don't tear it, don't tear it up."

It was a request, an old man’s request: “Take the map and leave the painting to me.”

"In the scroll?" Lan Jiuqing pulled out the upper and lower scrolls, and crushed them with a "snap". Sure enough... a sheepskin map fell on the table. Lan Jiuqing picked it up, carefully examined its material and lines, and confirmed that it was the same as the one in his hand, then put the map away.

"You have got the map, give me the scroll." The old palace master looked at the scroll that had been pulled out of the scroll with a look of regret.

What he cared about was not the map, but the fact that Lan Jiuqing taking the map would destroy the scroll.

"Give it to you? I'm sorry, I think there's something wrong with your understanding. I said that I would give you the painting only if you gave me the map, but the map was found by myself, so of course I can't give you this painting." After he finished speaking, Lan Jiuqing grabbed the sword on the table and jumped out of the window.

When the old palace master heard this, he rushed over and said, "Asshole, asshole, you asshole, give me back the painting and my Yi Mo."

Unfortunately, even if he ignored his injuries and forced himself to get up, he couldn't catch up with Lan Jiuqing. He wanted to rush out to chase Lan Jiuqing, but the guards rushed in at this time and blocked the old palace master: "Old palace master, the palace master has ordered that you can't go out."

“Ahem… go away.” The old palace master was unmoved and wanted to push away the guards, but his condition was very bad at the moment and he was no match for the guards at all.

The guards appeared respectful, but in reality they had no respect at all. They forcibly detained Lao Gong in the house, leaving him shouting in despair: "Give me back my Yi Mo..."

When Lan Jiuqing left, Xuan Shaoqi also brought people to stop Xuan Shaojie, Lu Yiran and Xuan Fei. There was no expression on Xuan Shaoqi's face, but his words made Xuan Shaojie shiver all over.

"Shao Jie, you actually colluded with Dong Ling, Nan Ling, and Xi Ling to seize Xuan Xiao Palace. You really disappoint me. In the name of the Palace Master, I will deprive you of your surname. You are not worthy of the surname Xuan."

"I didn't, I didn't." Xuan Shaojie hurriedly explained, but Xuan Shaoqi didn't listen to his explanation at all and directly ordered his men to arrest him: "Since you are my half-brother, I will spare your life. In order to prevent you from doing anything to let down Xuanxiao Palace again, I will destroy your martial arts."

"No, I didn't, Xuan Shaoqi, please don't slander me. It's you, the one who conspired with outsiders to seize the palace. You, you are the traitor of Xuanxiao Palace." Xuan Shaojie struggled hard, but the guards who held him were not ordinary people, and Xuan Shaojie couldn't break free at all.

Lu Yiran and Xuan Fei kept explaining, but Xuan Shaoqi had no intention of listening and directly ordered: "Stop his mouth and cut his tendons in his hands and feet."

"No, no, Shaoqi, Palace Master, Palace Master, please let Xiaojie go. He did not betray Xuanxiao Palace. We were rescued by a man in black clothes and a silver mask. It has nothing to do with Xiaojie. It's me, it's me. If you want to kill me, kill me."

Lu Yiran somehow managed to break free from the guards' grip, rushed to Xuan Shaoqi, hugged Xuan Shaoqi's thighs and begged bitterly: "Palace Master, I beg you, please, for the sake of your Aunt Mo, please spare Xiaojie this time, please don't cripple him."

Xuan Shaoqi's eyes flashed with a mocking smile, and he bent down to help Lu Yiran up. Lu Yiran refused, so Xuan Shaoqi used his hidden strength to forcibly pull her up, with a smile on his face: "Aunt Ran, you are my father's wife, and you are my elder by rights. How can an elder kneel down to a younger person? If you have anything to say, stand up and say it."

"Palace Master, Palace Master, I beg you..." Lu Yiran knelt down in front of Xuan Shaoqi, wanting to use filial piety to put pressure on him, but Xuan Shaoqi was not fooled at all.

"Aunt Ran, it's useless for you to beg me. I am also following the palace rules. Why don't you go and beg father to change the palace rules for you? You also know the palace rules of Xuanxiao Palace. Those who betray Xuanxiao Palace will have their limbs cut off and thrown off the cliff. Shaoqi has already shown mercy in vain."

Xuan Shaoqi spoke in a high-minded manner, but when he saw that the executioner's guards hadn't made a move yet, his face darkened, "Why are you still standing there? Hurry up and execute the execution. Tonight is a critical moment that will determine the survival of Xuanxiao Palace. This palace master doesn't have time to waste here."

This sentence reminded everyone that Xuan Shaojie's incident tonight, which led them here, was most likely a collusion with foreign enemies to attract their attention and facilitate the actions of the Three Kingdoms Alliance.

As if to verify Xuan Shaoqi's words, as soon as Xuan Shaoqi finished speaking, a disciple hurriedly came to report: "Palace Master, Palace Master, night attack, the enemy's night attack..."

When Xuan Shaoqi heard this, he pushed Lu Yiran away and said, "Xuan Shaojie, do you have anything else to say?"

The evidence is irrefutable.

"Mmmmm..." Xuan Shaojie's mouth was blocked, and at this time he could only make sounds similar to the roar of a beast. Seeing this, the executioner showed no mercy and raised the knife to slash at his limbs...