Ying Jingjue had never been so angry before.

After hearing what Moda said, all the blood in his body rushed to his brain, his temples swelled, and he wished he could peel off the man's skin and bones.

kneel?

How dare this bastard say such a thing? !

He had just recovered his memory when he was hit hard on the back of his head. His mind was still in a state of confusion and his past experiences were broken into pieces, which he had to piece together bit by bit.

In his memory, every bit of interaction between him and his uncle in their youth is so vivid. Those empty and profound principles were taught to him slowly by his uncle, who integrated them into daily life.

The character of the Lian family.

The integrity of Fudu Villa.

No matter when, even if he was sick, even if he had done something wrong and was punished by the family rules, no matter how painful it was, in his memory, his uncle's back was always as straight as a bamboo.

This request is a blatant humiliation.

This would undoubtedly pull out his pride and crush it inch by inch.

How could his uncle possibly agree? Ying Jing was definitely not surprised to hear a refusal from him.

He had clearly taught him that one should put integrity first when backing up, not to go against the teachings of one's ancestors by kneeling, not to bend one's back in the face of humiliation and injustice, and not to break the backbone of a gentleman in the world.

The Grand Tutor grabbed his neck tightly and threatened his life in a light tone.

Ying Jingjue sneered in his heart.

How could my uncle—

"Wait a moment."

He heard this.

Calm, far from the cold anger contained in the word "impossible" just now.

Ying Jingjue was stunned for a moment, and then froze.

He began to struggle frantically, but the effect was so slight as to be almost non-existent.

No--

Can't!

The young emperor tried his best to open his eyes, and finally opened them a little. Looking through the messy hair, he saw the young man's eyes gently drooping.

Half a minute ago.

"Please——"

Li Ningfeng and his men stopped at the foot of the mountain.

At first glance, I was shocked by the stone steps littered with corpses and stained with blood.

"quick!"

Li Ningfeng dismounted from his horse, and without saying a word, he used his Qinggong skills to quickly climb up the stone steps.

This long staircase looks like hell.

Ye Mingqin's internal strength level was not very high, and he could barely keep up.

Ming Candle rushed up the mountain with all her might. When she was nearly halfway up the mountain, she had a vague premonition in her heart.

The knife wounds on the dead monks' bodies have changed.

In other words, the person in front and the person behind were not the same person who did it.

Don't be the master.

If so, it would be the third time...

Ming Cang's heart tightened.

Li Ningfeng looked up and saw a man who was still alive, climbing up the stone steps with blood on his hands. He quickly landed beside the man, grabbed him by the collar and found that he was actually an acquaintance.

Ming Candle also stopped: "Tiannan?"

She asked in a deep voice: "Where is the master?"

Tiannan spat out a mouthful of blood, "...Hurry, the master is up there, and so is His Majesty, this is a trap set against the master... The master has taken action..."

Ming Cang's face turned pale and he turned around and rushed upwards.

Li Ningfeng didn't understand why she was so scared all of a sudden, but he was panicking. He quickly followed her and asked in a deep voice, "Why did you both react like this when you heard Master taking action?"

Ming Candle: “Because…”

She suddenly shut up.

Li Ningfeng: "So he really is Ximian, my master."

Mingdeng was clearly distracted by Tiannan's words just now. He took this opportunity to ask questions and it would be easy for him to get something out of them.

Originally, after seeing those letters, he still had some doubts, but now, it has been truly confirmed that Lian Shenwei is Ximian, his master.

Why can’t the master take action?

When Mingzhu saw that Li Ningfeng was now safe and sound, he thought of all the blood his master had shed.

The master is now in such a poor health, which is closely related to this incident.

Ming Candle glanced at him coldly, and the words he said were blown away by the wind in the rain mist.

"Young Marquis, you'd better pray that the master can survive this disaster."

On the pagoda.

Mu Xiang, who was assigned by Moda to be in charge of rear guard and retreat at Foquan Temple, saw the army that arrived later below, as well as three or four figures running quickly towards the top of the mountain.

Below, the Grand Tutor was still confronting the Regent who had just walked up with a knife in hand.

The Grand Master always has a backup plan.

He was the one who kidnapped Wei Shugui here, so he certainly knew why the Grand Tutor kidnapped this guy here.

For a man like Lian Shenwei, if he were forced to commit suicide or dismember himself when he could not guarantee the safety of the little emperor, it would probably force him to bite people madly.

They were jealous of his power.

If Lian Shenwei really did what the Grand Tutor said, the moment he knelt down, he, the Grand Tutor, and Ci Lian would take advantage of that moment to attack him together.

Even if they failed, even if Shen Wei was still alive when the three of them attacked him at the same time, the humiliation he suffered that day would become a demon in his heart that he would never be able to get rid of.

The more powerful a person's martial arts skills are, the bigger the taboo is.

It is equivalent to half of the person being useless.

They hold the little emperor's life in their hands.

A dragnet.

To destroy the mind is to destroy the body.

Lian Shenwei has already entered the game, there is no way he can get out alive.

only……

How did the troops at the foot of the mountain arrive so quickly?

As soon as Lian Shenwei came up with his sword, the people behind him reached the halfway point of the mountain.

Leading the group was a woman at the Tianquan realm, a young marquis who was half a step away from Tianquan, and an official who had only achieved a small level of internal strength.

They were flying toward the top of the mountain so fast that only their shadows could be seen.

Mu Xiang narrowed his eyes, raised his hand and waved behind him, and dense arrows suddenly came out, some towards Lian Shenwei below, and some towards the three people rushing up the stairs.

A monk pointed his knife blade at the rope holding the boulder.

We cannot take action now, because as soon as we do, Lian Shenwei will notice that reinforcements have arrived, and new developments will surely arise.

The higher he went, the more Li Ningfeng felt a sense of crisis. His countless experiences in battles told him that—

There are ambushes all around.

They were moving upwards so conspicuously that it was impossible for them not to be discovered, but why hadn't they been attacked yet? Were they restrained by those above, or were they waiting for an opportunity?

Li Ningfeng pursed his lips, suddenly jumped onto the branches on both sides, took a deep breath and walked forward while looking towards the top of the mountain.

He and Mingzhu were moving very fast and were not far away.

I could even hear faint voices.

When Li Ningfeng looked over, he saw Ying Jingjue being restrained by Mo Da.

And the young man who was standing on the top of the mountain with his back to them. The young man threw the bloody long knife in his hand to the ground with a clang.

He looked like he was about to be captured.

That is...

Master!

As the wind drifted closer to his ears, he could hear what Moda said to his master.

"…Kneel down and apologize. It's not too much."

"impossible."

"Then he will have no choice but to die."

Li Ningfeng's eyes suddenly became fierce, and his extremely cold gaze fell on Moda.

But what I heard next was a soft voice without any emotion.

"Wait a moment."

…

After Lian Shenwei finished speaking, he fell silent.

Moda's ears moved and he heard an insect chirping from the top of the Buddhist temple.

This is the signal given by Mu Xiang.

It means that someone is coming up from below and asks him to hurry up.

Moda: "I'll count to three."

"Three, two..."

Lian Shenwei: "I agree."

He lowered his eyes, and his half-wet hair slowly slid from his shoulders to his chest, as if blown by the wind. His head lowered in a very small arc.

Moda even thought he hadn't made any move yet.

This tiny difference is not obvious when viewed from the front, but after the rain, the clothes on the back are wet and stick tightly to the body along the lines of the body, so it is easy to see when viewed from the back.

This almost invisible bend was infinitely magnified and slowed down in Li Ningfeng's eyes, like a long thorn, slowly piercing into his heart.

He had said countless times in his heart that he must respect his Master well.

Humiliated before his eyes.

"Master——"

"Can't!!"

Li Ningfeng's chest was filled with the smell of blood that suddenly burst out after the speed was increased to the limit.

He let out a long roar, jumped up from the stairs, his eyes were bloodshot, and he aimed the spear in his hand at Moda's head and threw it hard!

The moment Li Ningfeng appeared, Mu Xiang blew a whistle, and in the blink of an eye, countless arrows shot towards Lian Shenwei and him.

Boom!

Hundreds of huge rocks rolled down from the top of the mountain and rushed towards the soldiers at the foot of the mountain.

Li Ningfeng drew out the Fuxue Sword from his waist with his backhand, and with a burst of internal energy, he cut off the rain of arrows at his waist.

Mo Da dodged the attack from Li Ningfeng just now. Looking at his furious expression, a strange smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He grabbed Ying Jingjue's collar and retreated, saying in a low voice: "Mercy."

Ci Lian threw out an exquisite iron ball, which exploded with a bang. Dozens of tiny dark purple poisonous needles shot out, all heading towards Lian Shenwei's vital points.

Such a close distance made it almost impossible for anyone to react.

Everything happened in less than half a breath. Lian Shenwei lost his hearing. He pressed his own heart point before using his inner strength. As his body was too weak, he could only swing his sword to kill people. He didn't even have the strength to use his martial arts skills to walk up the stairs step by step.

From the moment the internal energy started flowing in the meridians, he was constantly suppressing the pain of the internal energy surging in the meridians, and his vision went dark from time to time.

Feng Ke said that these were three chances to use his inner strength while alive.

But what he didn't mention was that after he pressed the heart meridian point, his attack became much faster than that of ordinary warriors.

A rain of arrows flew over his head. He could not hear the sound of the air being cut by the sharp blades, nor could he hear Li Ningfeng's cry mixed with fear for him to avoid the poisonous needles.

"Master! Get out of the way!"

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Hidden weapons with great power came from behind Li Ningfeng, hitting the target accurately one by one, making crisp collision sounds.

Ming Cang flipped his wrist, hiding the flying blade in his palm, and swung out a long whip, which wrapped around Lian Shenwei's waist in circles, and then pulled it back fiercely!

Unfortunately, I was still a step slow.

Two or three poisonous needles penetrated into Lian Shenwei's body.

The moment the poison needle entered his body, Moda was relieved. The poison was fatal on contact with blood, and no matter how hard Lian Shenwei tried, he would not be able to survive.

Moda held Ying Jingjue's neck tightly, intending to keep him as a hostage for a while. He laughed loudly, "Ci Lian, let's go! Mu Xiang, cover me!"

The rain of arrows became more intense.

Li Ningfeng came to Lian Shenwei's side and raised his hand to seal the acupuncture point on his left arm where he was poisoned. Seeing the young man's furrowed brows and tightly closed eyes, his face was extremely ugly: "Damn it!"

"Agu——"

No one expected that a loud bird cry would be heard from the sky.

A huge black bird swooped down from the clouds, nimbly dodged the arrows, and slammed into Moda quickly and accurately.

Moda was shocked: "What is this!"

Azhi's sharp bird beak pecked hard on the back of his hand, instantly biting off a whole piece of flesh. Moda met the cold beast eyes that contained no human emotions, and subconsciously let go of his hand.

Ying Jingjue fell to the ground with a muffled groan.

Li Ningfeng quickly landed beside Ying Jingjue and brought him to his side.

A Zi spread his wings fiercely and flapped them wildly at Moda's face.

"My nose! My nose!" Moda's face was covered with wounds from the bird's claws and beak, and blood was dripping. He pushed A Zi away viciously.

The soldiers who were originally blocked by the rocks that rolled down the mountain were about to come up.

Ci Lian grabbed his shoulders and looked at the little emperor who was protected by Li Ning with pity, "Our goal has been achieved! We should leave now!"

The two of them retreated quickly under Mu Xiang's cover.

After so many years in Foquan Temple, they had already prepared a way to leave behind the temple.

Li Ningfeng checked that Ying Jingjue was not in danger, and he breathed a sigh of relief. He waved to the soldiers coming up the mountain, his eyes cold as ice: "Chase! If you can't catch up, you will be punished by military law!"

"yes!"

"Master... Master, wake up..." Ming Candle's slightly helpless voice sounded.

Li Ningfeng turned around suddenly.

The young man was supported and half-knelt on the ground, his face was pale as snow, and his eyelashes trembled nervously. It seemed that he was trying hard to open his eyes, but he couldn't.

Li Ningfeng felt a slight grip on his wrist.

"Uncle...Uncle..."

Ying Jingjue spat out a mouthful of blood, and the fragrance he inhaled into his lungs seemed to be cleared out a lot. He focused his scattered vision with difficulty, looked around, and finally landed on Lian Shenwei.

Then he struggled and reached out in that direction: "Let me go..."

Li Ningfeng lifted him up with his backhand, his face tense, and walked towards that direction with big strides.

He was extremely anxious, his heart rate was off balance, and his hands were cold.

However, before they could reach Lian Shenwei, they were pushed away by a blue figure that flew over hastily, and shouted rudely: "Get out of here!"

Ming Cang raised his head suddenly, a little hope suddenly lit up in his eyes: "Mr. Feng!"

Mr. Feng?!

Li Ningfeng's pupils shrank. Could it be... Mr. Fu Biao?

"He used his inner strength again, didn't he?"

Ming Candle: "Yes, there were three poisonous needles in my left arm."

She pleaded, "Mr. Feng, please save the master..."

Feng Ke half-knelt beside Lian Shenwei, his eyes gloomy, and tore open his left sleeve unceremoniously and familiarly.

The three tiny poison needle holes were green.

The poison is fatal.

Feng Ke suppressed the rising panic in his heart and took a quick look: "This poison is fine."

Lian Shenwei had been poisoned by many more powerful poisons than this one. This little bit of poison was not enough to swallow all the other poisons in his blood.

Once you use your inner strength, you don't have to worry about losing your balance.

Having practiced medicine for many years, his hands are steady even when his heart is heavy.

He picked up a needle and was about to pierce it into the side of Lian Shenwei's neck like the previous two times, but was gently blocked by a hand.

Lian Shenwei half-opened his eyes, and before him was a blurry, pre-fainting darkness. He barely caught a glimpse of a blue shadow, and he frowned and murmured, "...Feng Ke?"

Feng Ke: "I'm here."

Lian Shenwei couldn't hear it, but his brows relaxed and he subconsciously relaxed.

"You're here."

Feng Ke's nose was slightly sour: "I'm back, why did you make yourself so miserable when I wasn't watching you?"

"Don't worry... the third time... I didn't die..."

Lian Shenwei took a breath with difficulty, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, as if to comfort him: "I pressed my own heart acupoints..."

The heart meridian point of a warrior.

A self-destructive life-saving acupuncture point is formed after one has cultivated to the Tianquan realm.

If one gathers all the internal energy and clicks it, within an hour, all the accumulated cultivation will be dissipated, and the dissipated internal energy will linger in the meridians. If it does not dissipate within three days, one's life will not be destroyed.

It is equivalent to wasting all your cultivation in exchange for three days of life.

Generally, only warriors who are about to die and have nowhere else to go would do this.

Feng Ke was shocked and distressed: "Lian Shenwei! You!"

Lian Shenwei was really exhausted, and his world was silent. He didn't think there was anything wrong with pressing the heart meridian point. Even if he didn't waste his cultivation, he would never have the chance to hold a sword again.

The young man said weakly: "I listened to you... and lived well..."

Working hard to get better.

He didn't want to die here. After closing his eyes this time, he didn't know if he would have the chance to open them again.

He wants to go to Jinling.

Feng Ke knew that he couldn't hear him, but he still responded: "I know, I know, you raised Ah Zi very well, I can see it."

Lian Shenwei's voice became lower and lower.

"I can't hear you this time... Feng Ke... Can you still call me back from the underworld..."

No more sound.

Feng Ke felt his weak pulse, closed his eyes, and said hoarsely: "I've already told you, I'll get you back even if you die."

Together with Ming Cang, he grabbed Lian Shenwei.

"You two, very good."

Feng Ke's eyes were cold as he glanced at Ying Jingjue and Li Ningfeng who were standing stiffly on the side. Even though they were far apart, he heard Li Ningfeng shouting "Master" and Ying Jingjue mumbling "Uncle" later.

You all know, right?

He moved his lips, but ultimately said nothing, and quickly took Lian Shenwei down the mountain.

The author has something to say:

Kneeling is impossible, and a slight bow of the head will not be seen by the villain. It is the script of Mr. Gong to let the protagonists see it (?)

Don't worry, those two bastards won't be able to escape successfully.

There are about two or three chapters left to be written, and then there will be the sequel to the story and the extra chapters for future forums.

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