Foquan Temple is built on the top of the mountain.

There are 1,333 stone steps winding around the mountain in front of the temple.

On the trees on both sides of the stone steps, dim lights are hung so that emperors of all dynasties can see the stone steps clearly in the night, climb to the top step by step, enter the main hall, kneel before the Buddha, and ask for an auspicious day.

The dim light was hazy with the drizzling autumn rain. Apart from the sound of rain and falling leaves, faint Buddhist chants came from the top of the mountain. The wet stone steps seemed to be covered with a layer of gold, reflecting the surrounding shadows in a desolate manner.

Lian Shenwei was brought by Tiannan to the top of an ancient tree with an excellent view, where he could just see part of the stone steps.

The air was cold and damp, and he was not suitable to stay in such an environment for a long time. He had already coughed several times. The branches were slippery, and Tiannan was afraid that he would fall, so he carefully held Lian Shenwei's wrist through his clothes.

He could feel that Lian Shenwei's body temperature was extremely cold.

This time I go back, I will definitely have a high fever.

Ah Zi stood on Lian Shenwei's shoulder and spread out half of his wings to shield him from the rain.

Lian Shenwei looked at the familiar figure and frowned.

"Some of the systems of the Great Sheng Dynasty are too rigid."

If he had known this earlier, he should have forcibly changed these chaotic and torturous systems when Emperor Jingcheng was in power.

The clothes Ying Jingjue was wearing were soaked with water. He had already walked up most of the more than a thousand steps, and his clothes were becoming heavier and heavier.

There was no one holding an umbrella for him, and no one could hold an umbrella for him, not even he himself.

How could a boy of only seventeen or eighteen endure being exposed to the rain for such a long time?

Lian Shenwei got to see what Ying Jingjue looked like in the imperial costume as he wished, but he wasn't in a very good mood.

Tiannan advised: "Master, we should go back."

Lian Shenwei: "Wait a little longer, until you hear the divination bell ring."

Ying Jingjue stepped onto the last step and walked to the main hall.

The main hall had long been surrounded by royal guards to ensure all-round security.

The temple door was wide open, and the golden Buddha was hidden in the dim candlelight and the rising incense mist, and it was not very real.

There were two figures standing at the door.

One was the abbot of Foquan Temple, Ci Lian, and the other was the Grand Master Moda of the Great Sheng Dynasty. The two presided over the ceremony in the hall.

The presence of Foquan Temple was relatively weak during the Great Sheng Dynasty. It was not the most magnificent Buddhist temple. It was built on a mountain and was not easy to climb. Even if one did not take the stone steps that went around the mountain, but took the straight stone steps in the middle, it would take a normal person half an hour to reach the top of the mountain.

Therefore, it is not the most popular incense stick in Buddhist temples.

For other ordinary divinations, one can just go to Qin Tianjian. The Foquan Temple only becomes prominent on the day when divination for an auspicious day is being conducted for the late emperor.

Ying Jingjue stepped forward and nodded: "Master, Grand Master."

"Your Majesty is polite, Amitabha."

Grand Master Moda smiled and said, "It is getting late, Your Majesty, please come with me into the palace."

Ying Jingjue glanced at him.

Before I came here, I heard from Xiao Zhizi that Grand Master Moda has been here for thirty-six years. By the time he came here, he had experienced the divination of three generations of emperors.

The abbot of Foquan Temple has been replaced, but this grand master has always been there.

His appearance is very consistent with the Buddhist image of compassion.

He only had one set of clothes and could not change them. Ying Jingjue took the handkerchief handed to him by Xiao Zhizi, wiped his face simply, and followed the two people in.

As soon as you step into the temple, the scent of the mist becomes stronger.

The dampness was mixed with a strange warmth, and the clothes were damp and cold and stuck to the body, making people feel very uncomfortable.

Ying Jingjue knelt on the futon and said, "Let's start."

The Ci Lian presided over the ceremony: "Your Majesty, please close your eyes and meditate for a moment."

Ying Jingjue closed his eyes as he was told, and everything in front of him suddenly fell into darkness. He could only feel the faint swaying light of the candle.

The sound of raindrops hitting the eaves outside became blurred in my ears.

The fragrance mist inhaled into the body is increasing.

Maybe it was because of the rain, but his brain felt a little groggy, his concentration was scattered, and his thoughts were drifting uncontrollably.

[“Jing Jue.”]

[“Hide well…”]

[“Uncle?”]

In a state of half-asleep and half-awake, fragmented images flashed rapidly through his mind, along with noisy, harsh sounds.

Ying Jingjue's brows slowly wrinkled, and his steady breathing rhythm gradually became disordered.

He realized something was wrong, struggled to open his eyes, and staggered to his feet, holding his forehead.

"Someone, I..."

Bang!

Ci Lian raised a stone and smashed it heavily on the back of Ying Jingjue's head.

"Well……"

Ying Jingjue's eyes dimmed instantly, and the scene in front of him suddenly reversed. He fell to the ground, breathing shortly, his cheek pressed against the ground, and the damp, moldy smell of wood filled his nostrils.

He tried to keep his eyes open.

This angle...

Suddenly he felt that he had become very small.

It seemed as if I saw a very familiar scene in my dream again.

[A young scholar lying on the ground, a pool of blood on the ground, a hand holding a knife, a piece of black clothes...]

Ying Jingjue covered the back of his head with one hand, his eyelids trembling violently.

Warm blood flowed slowly from his head, like an extremely hot red snake, spitting out its tongue, slowly crawling across his eyelids, and then everything in front of him was covered in blood.

The pain came slowly to the senses.

The young emperor's hands were grasping at the ground unconsciously, and before his eyes was not the darkness that was about to make him faint, but a swirling, extremely jumping scene.

It felt like a hammer was stuck in his head, and Ying Jingjue curled up in pain.

Heavy gasps came from his throat intermittently.

This was like breaking open the last layer of thin ice, and the years of sealed memories began to flow out bit by bit like gurgling water.

He saw his former home.

He saw his father holding his mother in his arms, looking at him tenderly as he recited his lessons under the tree.

"Jingjue, wash your hands and eat."

"Go call your uncle."

"Hey? Did your uncle secretly drink your grandfather's wine again?"

"You are so young, what do you know? Let me tell you, your mother is my elder sister, and my elder sister is naturally on my side. Be careful or I will tell her to throw you out of the manor."

The lazy young boy grabbed his collar and teased him with a smile.

When he started crying, I tried to comfort him in a panic.

Usually I would use Qinggong to take him flying in the sky.

Fragmented yet clear scenes of memory unfolded violently in his mind, and time seemed to stretch infinitely in this second.

The young emperor covered his head with his hands, and the sound that came out of his mouth was not sure whether it was an uncontrollable cry of pain or a faint sob.

The face of his uncle was the most blurred, the outline was so familiar. His consciousness was already blurred, but he didn't know where he got the strength to see that face clearly.

[Two people, one big and one small, were kneeling in the ancestral hall.

The big one is not that big, and the small one is very small.

The boy yawned and recited the family training incoherently. Tears hung down the little cheeks and he pouted in grievance.

"Why are you crying? Didn't I help you vent your anger?"

"Isn't your uncle awesome?"

Wang Erpang, who lived in the villa, was bullied by Lian Yubai when he was growing up. However, the Lian family had a weak kid named Jingjue, who was bullied by Wang Erpang's younger brother every day.

Lian Yubai had just come back from the villa and saw it, so he beat up Wang Erpang and his brother, making them cry loudly. As a result, they were seen by their own old man, who gave them a scolding, and the uncle and nephew were taken to the ancestral hall together.

"Great……"

Xiao Jingjue wiped away his tears, "But uncle, when you beat me, you knocked out my teeth as well."

Guilt flashed across the boy's eyes, and he coughed twice, "I couldn't help it, it was an accident, it was an accident. Oh, isn't it time for you to change your teeth? I helped you."

"The old man beat me up, and my uncle's hand hurts."

After Xiao Jingjue heard this, he went over and blew on the back of his hand: "Blow it."

He had lost a tooth, and when he blew air, there was a leak, and a few strands of saliva blew onto the back of the boy's hand.

The little nephew was very gullible and he easily received warm care. Lian Yubai didn't feel ashamed at all for playing tricks on a child, nor did he feel disgusted. He just laughed twice, carried the child to his own mat, and the two of them exchanged positions.

"Uncle's soft, you kneel here."

Lian Yubai walked around the corner of the ancestral hall a few times and found several fun toys for the children to throw over to them to kill time.

There was a knock on the door from outside: "Second Master, you still have to recite the family training 347 times."

Lian Yubai: “Yeah.”

He watched Jingjue play the Luban lock, and he casually gave instructions while reciting. He never cut corners when reciting the family training, and he only used as many words as he could, and the content of the family training was not very long.

"The descendants of the Lian family are upright and virtuous, loyal, kind, honest, and upright. They do not kill innocent people or commit crimes against innocent people."

"The younger generation should attach great importance to integrity, not kneel down and disobey the teachings of their ancestors, not bend their backs to endure humiliation and humiliation, and not break the backbone of a gentleman in the world..."

After reciting it over and over again, Jing Jue waited for him to stop and rest, and asked, "Don't kneel down to the ancestors for violating the ancestral teachings? If my grandfather violated the ancestral teachings, would Jing Jue not have to kneel down either?"

Lian Yubai paused for a moment and nodded: "Yes."

"Not only do you not have to kneel, you can also point your finger at his nose and scold him, and the old man will never refute you even if he dies of rage."

"The rules in our house are not strict, but rather quite relaxed. As long as you are an honest person, that's all that matters."

He touched the child's head and said to him, "Look at the tablets above. They are all people who deserve our respect and worship."

He took the opportunity to teach her: "For example, today, Wang Erpang's brother bullied you, but he asked you to bow down and apologize to him. This doesn't make sense. If you bowed down, you would lose your integrity and violate our family precepts."

Xiao Jingjue seemed to understand but not quite.

Seeing the child's stunned expression, the boy was amused for some reason and burst into laughter. He laughed until tears came out and slapped the child on the head.

"Did you understand, nephew?"]

[“Did you understand, Your Highness?”

The newly crowned number one scholar in red official uniform smiled helplessly and shook his head, rolled up the book, raised his hand and knocked on the forehead of the young prince.

"Why are you looking at me distracted?"

The young Chu Jun held his chin and smiled: "Teacher, you look very beautiful when you smile. Are you a god who has descended to earth? Have you ever been in Jing Jue's dream? I always feel like I have seen you somewhere before."

The young man in the red official uniform was slightly startled, then shook his head and denied: "Your Highness, I remembered it wrongly."]

All the chaotic memories in Ying Jingjue's mind were mixed together.

The blurry face gradually became clear.

Then slowly, he reunited with the teacher with whom he had become a stranger.

Ying Jingjue's head buzzed.

“——”

People will experience auditory hallucinations when they are in extreme pain. Ying Jingjue's eardrums felt as if they were pierced by needles, and his heart was beating wildly, almost breaking his ribs and jumping out of his chest.

He reluctantly opened his eyelids, but compared to before, the pain was nothing compared to the blood flowing into his eyes after just a moment.

The fragrance made people feel powerless. Ying Jingjue's pupils shrank and he could only utter a breath when he opened his mouth. In the few words he uttered, he could not hide his hatred: "Kill... you..."

Moda showed a strange smile on his face, "Your Majesty is sleepy and has started talking nonsense."

Ying Jingjue moved his wrist, pulled off a red bead from the edge of his robe, and using his last bit of strength, shot it towards the red candle in the hall.

The red candle fell on the curtain and burned in the blink of an eye.

Ying Jingjue was half conscious and passed out.

Mo Da could have stopped him, but he didn't. Instead, he looked at Ying Jingjue and said, "I swore not to kill the emperor of the Great Sheng Dynasty. Mercifully, you were a little too harsh."

Ci Lian: "You were the one who carried out the assassination during the Southern Tour. Why are you talking about this here? It's just a false insistence."

Moda: "At that time, he had not yet become the emperor, so I certainly did not break my oath."

"During your 36 years in the Great Sheng Dynasty, you have killed so many talented officials and generals. Aren't you pushing this dynasty further and further towards extinction? If the Great Sheng Dynasty perishes, how can the emperor survive? What's the difference between what you did and killing the emperor?"

Moda looked away: "This is different."

Ci Lian said "Amitābha".

"Moda, after hearing the news of the defeat, you seem to be less calm than before. I know you asked Mu Xiang to prepare a way out of here. Do you want to leave? The royal court will not let you enter."

"I've got a few thirty-six years left."

With his aging body and limited energy, could he really wait until the day when the royal court allowed him to return? He saw no hope.

He was an impure race who was once expelled from the royal court because he had inferior Han blood and looked more like a Han Chinese. When he drifted to the Great Sheng Dynasty, he was rescued by King Sejong of the Great Sheng Dynasty on his way to the south.

Later, by chance, he entered the Foquan Temple and reestablished contact with the royal court.

As long as he made enough contributions, the royal court would allow him to return to his tribe in glory. He did not kill the emperor of Dasheng out of gratitude, but in the past few decades, he almost killed all the civil officials and generals of Dasheng.

Year after year, he never received a summons from the royal court.

Moda closed his eyes and said, "For the last time, I will destroy Lian Shenwei and return to the royal court."

Ci Lian: "Are you so sure he will come?"

Moda: "He cares too much about Ying Jingjue, he will definitely come."

"What if he really doesn't come? You have no way out."

Moda was silent for a while and looked at the emperor on the ground.

"If it's less than an hour, then cut off his head and bring it back to the royal court." One hour is the time it takes for the soldiers in the capital to rush over at full speed.

Ci Lian sneered.

hypocrisy.

Moda ignored him and just glanced at the burning curtains.

"This fire is really good."

He grabbed Ying Jingjue by the collar and dragged him out.

Moda ordered the monk next to him: "Go, bring over the bastard we caught earlier."

Soon, a young man who was tied up and looked terrified was caught. He was Wei Li's only son, Wei Shugui. After Wei Li was killed by Lian Shenwei, the rest of the people were all fed Meng Po soup, and Wei Shugui was no exception.

He no longer remembered that he was Wei Li's son, nor did he know why he was brought here.

After the chaos on the top of the mountain, the guards on top had fallen to the ground, and the harmless monks surrounded the place. Some prepared hot oil and poured it down from the top of the mountain bucket by bucket.

Hot oil rolled into the wet forest.

Countless torches were thrown in.

The fine drizzle could not stop the fires, and the wildfires spread instantly. The thick smoke melted into the dark night and instantly ignited the sky.

The Buddha is watching.

The mountain fire meandered down like a swimming dragon.

The guards at the bottom of the mountain were startled and rushed up.

Lian Shenwei's eyes reflected the firelight, and his eyes were solemn: "Something happened up there."

Then, as if remembering something, his expression turned even uglier, and he uttered two words: "Northern Barbarians..."

Tiannan was horrified when he heard this, "Master, what should we do now?"

If the two of them went up there now, the situation was unclear, and they would almost be—

"Lian Shenwei, we welcome you with blazing fire, awaiting your arrival in person!" A deep, old voice filled with inner strength came down from the top of the mountain.

On the straight stone staircase in the middle, monks who were learning martial arts were vaguely seen walking down with weapons in their hands, and lined up on both sides. The stone staircase looked like a road of no return leading to hell.

Tiannan's face froze instantly.

The wind caused by the sound shook the surrounding leaves in a strange way. Lian Shenwei noticed Tiannan's pause and he glanced at the top of the mountain thoughtfully.

"Someone spoke up there. What did they say?"

Tiannan: “No…”

Lian Shenwei interrupted him: "Tell the truth."

Tiannan clenched his fists and said, "Master, even if we go up, the possibility of saving people is very small. For now, we should go back to the capital to find someone."

Lian Shenwei looked into his eyes with his dark eyes, "One last question, Tiannan, that's my nephew."

Tiannan held his hand and slowly tightened it.

"…It says above, Lian Shenwei, welcome with blazing fire, waiting for you to come in person."

After he finished speaking, Lian Shenwei lowered his eyes.

Is this directed at him?

He felt slightly relieved. If it was aimed at him, the situation might not be as bad as he thought.

"Ah Zi."

Lian Shenwei touched A Zi's feathers.

This Saker Falcon particularly understands human nature. Now he can only hope that Ah Zi can understand what he said.

Lian Shenwei: "Go find someone."

Ah Zi pecked him lightly with his beak, spread his wings and flew away. In the blink of an eye, he became an invisible black dot.

Costin's speed never disappoints.

Lian Shenwei withdrew his gaze.

"Master, do you really have to go up?"

It was an interrogative sentence, but Tiannan used an affirmative tone.

Lian Shenwei raised his head and looked from the foot of the mountain to the hall on the top of the mountain.

It would take too much time to walk around the stone steps, so the straight mountain path was his only option.

The Buddha statue looked down at the long stone staircase in the firelight, as if the gods were in the clouds, overlooking the crazy scene of chaos and killing in hell.

But never offered a hand of redemption.

Tiannan was silent for a moment and took Lian Shenwei down from the ancient tree.

"Master, you are not allowed to use your inner strength anymore."

His eyes were too stubborn.

Lian Shenwei pursed his lips and nodded slightly, "Try your best."

Tiannan felt a little relieved, but his muscles tensed up like a wolf ready to pounce. "Just follow me," he drew the knife from his waist, turned around and walked to the foot of the mountain.

"I will clear the way for you."

"Drive!"

"Drive! Drive!"

The horse's hooves splashed the mud on the ground high.

Li Ningfeng, Ye Mingqin and Ming Cang rode their horses in the front, followed by cavalrymen.

They set out from the capital much earlier than Moda had estimated, and even saw a faint light in the north.

Lian Ningfeng had excellent vision and his eyes darkened.

Something really happened.

Feng Ke had been traveling for half a month. He looked tired, with an untidy beard, but his eyes were bright.

The horse he was riding carried two large bags of medicinal herbs, wrapped in several layers of oil paper so that no water could get in.

He left in a hurry before, and couldn't get in touch with the Central Plains from outside the territory. But now he has reached the outskirts of Beijing. If he continues at a normal speed, he will be able to reach the Regent's Palace tonight.

He doesn't want to waste any time.

Thinking of this, Feng Ke rubbed his face and drove his horse towards the capital. The flames rising from the north caught his attention, but he did not think too much about it. He just glanced at it a few more times and treated it as none of his business.

"Agu——"

The big bird flying rapidly overhead suddenly cried out in excitement, then turned quickly and rushed straight towards the young man in blue on the horse.

Feng Ke raised his head: "!!!"

Pupil constriction.

What is this?!

Bang!

Feng Ke's eyes went dark, and before he even had time to react, he was knocked off his horse by the powerful impact.

It was a rare occasion that he swore.

The strange thing grabbed his clothes and pulled them in one direction.

Feng Ke was confused for a while, staring at the bird in surprise for a while, and asked uncertainly: "...Azi?"

Lian Shenwei: What did I feed it to make it grow so big?

Wasn't he still a sickly, poor little bird when he left?

Azhi madly dragged him to the north where the fire was.

Feng Ke's sleeve was torn off by it.

Seeing that Feng Ke was still confused, A Zi flew up and circled twice, called a few times towards the north, and then tried to pull Feng Ke again.

Feng Ke frowned: "Who is there? Your master?"

Ah Zi shouted.

"Walk!"

Feng Ke no longer hesitated. He rubbed his waist which was in pain from the fall, mounted his horse, swung the whip, and rode towards the north.

It wasn't far from him.

A Zi led the way above his head, its fierce beak still stained with the blue silk thread on Feng Ke's cuffs, and its wings flew against the rain, sharply cutting through the wind in the rain.

Halfway up the mountain.

Lian Shenwei counted the time silently in his heart.

Fresh blood mixed with rain water flowed down from the upper stone steps, and tongues of flames burned over. The dense smoke made Lian Shenwei cough continuously.

Tiannan was covered in blood, his breathing was heavy, the tip of the knife touched the stone, and his arms were shaking.

Lian Shenwei stood behind him with his hands behind his back and looked up.

The group of monks in front were standing in front, and more and more people appeared as they went up.

With Tiannan's internal strength, from just now until now, not even a hair has hurt him. At this point, he has almost reached his limit.

Tiannan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his brows were extremely lowered, looking ferocious. He clenched the hilt of the knife and wanted to rush up.

A pale hand rested gently on his shoulder.

Tiannan reluctantly tilted his head: "Master?"

Lian Shenwei: "Let me do it."

If the attack continues, the Tiannan meridian will only be damaged.

Moreover...

I just wasted too much time.

Even though this time it seemed to be directed at him, as long as Jingjue was on top, variables would always exist.

Tiannancang shook his head in panic.

Lian Shenwei exerted force with his hand, Tiannan's arm went numb, and the knife in his hand fell.

Lian Shenwei caught it with his backhand and held it in his palm.

He patted Tiannan on the shoulder and said, "These are just some people. Try to use less internal energy. I won't die."

He said this because he was somewhat sure that he would not die after using his inner strength for the third time.

He didn't want to live too long, but he was unwilling to die now, and in a place like this.

Lian Shenwei exhaled lightly, raised his hand, mobilized his internal strength, and tapped his heart with his finger.

The heart meridian point of a warrior.

Tiannan saw it clearly, his face turned pale on the spot: "No..."

master.

He tried to grab the hem of Lian Shenwei's clothes, but the young man raised his feet and walked upwards, and he only grasped the moist rain mist and the wind that brushed past his fingers and disappeared as soon as it touched him.

One step at a time.

The young man climbed up the stairs.

Blood dripped from the tip of the knife.

At the same time, the two groups of people who were rushing here quickly had already approached the foot of the mountain.

A loud cry was heard in the sky.

"The hour you mentioned is almost up," Ci Lian glanced at Moda.

"You don't have to take such a big risk by killing the little emperor."

Moda: "Didn't you hear the noise down there? They're coming."

If he had not been forced to do so, he really did not want to break his oath. Moreover, even if he killed the little emperor and Lian Shenwei was not dead, they would definitely face Lian Shenwei's crazy, cruel and cold revenge when they returned to the royal court.

Just like the things he found.

Before, he just thought that the late emperor favored Lian Shenwei too much, and it was a good thing to keep Lian Shenwei. Now Lian Shenwei is the person he wants to get rid of the most.

This person is too dangerous and uncontrollable.

"Everyone."

One or two low coughs were heard from below the stone steps.

"I came here as promised. What can I do for you?"

A young man in a black robe with gold stripes walked up slowly, holding a knife. The soles of his shoes were stained with blood, and there was no visible wound on his body.

Lian Shenwei's eyes first fell on Ying Jingjue who was held in Modati's hand.

Probably in a coma.

Lian Shenwei narrowed his eyes: "Master Moda."

Moda was not surprised that he could call out his name and smiled.

"Should I call you the Regent or Lian Yubai?"

From the moment Lian Shenwei appeared here, all the uncertain guesses in his heart had answers.

What an incredible fact.

Lian Shenwei couldn't hear. Moda had a beard, and he couldn't see the other person's lips clearly in the dark. He was too lazy to identify them, and even more lazy to argue, so he just said directly.

"This situation today is directed at me. What should I do to let him go?"

Moda smiled without saying anything and glanced at the knife in his hand.

He didn't know Lian Shenwei's physical condition and was obviously a little wary of his strength.

He really came here, alone, which showed that he had come here secretly as he expected. Of course, even if he brought a lot of people with him, he still had a backup plan and was not afraid of anything.

Lian Shenwei did not die at the hands of the elder monk. This was a test of his skills. It seemed that the man was nothing to him.

When I walked up to him, I couldn't see any injuries on his body.

During his thirty-six years in the Great Prosperity Dynasty, he had seen many talented people with both literary and military talents emerge, and Lian Shenwei was undoubtedly the most astonishing one.

Unfortunately, what he is best at is destroying these geniuses.

clang.

Lian Shenwei threw the knife away.

Ying Jingjue didn't completely faint, he just didn't have the strength to move. His hair hung down in disarray, covering his face. His lips kept moving, and no one knew what he wanted to say.

What he actually wanted to say was.

Go fast.

Leave me alone.

The young emperor was in a daze, a tear dripped from the corner of his eye, and he finally recited the title in his heart.

...uncle.

Mercy: "Amitabha."

"I wonder if the Regent King still recognizes this man."

He pointed at a familiar-looking boy who was curled up on the ground.

Immediately, a monk picked him up.

Lian Shenwei glanced at him and frowned slightly.

Looks somewhat familiar.

He looked at Moda.

Mo Da: "This is Wei Li's son, Wei Shugui."

"I searched for a long time before I found him. The Regent was very clever. He deceived everyone and made them lose all their memories. He killed Wei Li and then had his grave dug up."

Lian Shenwei: "Why did you call him here?"

Ci Lian had asked Moda the same question before, why did he ask Wei Shugui to do so?

Moda asked him in return if he knew how to destroy a proud person.

In the past few years in the Great Sheng Dynasty, so many talented people have been defeated by him. All of them were arrogant and proud. He understood this too well.

Without waiting for him to continue asking, the slightly crazy Grand Master answered his own question, which was of course to use the most cruel means to break his spirit.

Without Qi, one cannot live.

Moda stared at Lian Shenwei with heavy eyes, "It's very simple. The Regent King did something so excessive, it's not too much for him to kneel down and apologize to Wei Li's only son."

As soon as he finished speaking, he noticed the weak struggle of Ying Jingjue in his hand.

He was immediately surprised.

The little emperor didn't faint completely.

“…”

Lian Shenwei had no sense of taste, but he could taste the smell of blood in his mouth after a long time.

He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his expression was cold and icy. "Impossible."

Wei Li is his enemy.

Wei Shugui was the only son of his enemy.

Where did the rules come from that required him to kneel down and kowtow to apologize to his enemy's son?

He would rather cut off his legs and commit suicide on the spot than kneel down.

Moda: "Then he can only die."

He didn't seem surprised at all to get such an answer and tightened his hand around the back of Ying Jingjue's neck.

Lian Shenwei slowly clenched his palms.

"Wait a moment."

He said.