Makeup Chapter 15
The disciples of Fanli Village were very quick and nimble. Before everyone arrived, they had already figured out what was happening in the corridor. They even had time to move a few armchairs for the owner of Fan Village and the distinguished guests who had come from afar.
In the manor, apart from the disciples on patrol and the directors, there were not many people watching the fun.
The people who came from Su Jian Shan were still huddled together in a confused manner. They listened to the leading disciple from the manor reply to Fan Ji: "Master, besides the two outside, there is another person lying inside. They are all friends of Su Jian Shan. The one inside is already dead. Look--"
The situation is clear, so there is no need to worry about anything happening if the body is moved at will.
When Meng Shizhuang turned around, she saw another person in the aisle being carried out on a stretcher. All his clothes had been stripped off. The scars were all on his upper body. Waves of bright red flowed across his skin and crawled down along his ribs.
There was a blow on the chest, and before the "ripple", there was a thin line of blood.
After fighting with Ke Congzhou, Meng Shizhuang knew that this was the seventh level of "Vertical and Horizontal Waves".
He thought: Could it be that Ke Congzhou really showed mercy to him today?
It was clear that the double swords used by the opponent in the past were still a little obscure, and he couldn't use his left and right hands, but here, from the scars, it can be seen that he has mastered it.
As for why he was certain that it was left by Ke Congzhou... he was certain that it was a trap set by Luo Shun. This trap was straightforward and simple. Either Ke Congzhou or he would suffer.
A deadly knife was hanging over his head and was about to fall. Meng Shizhuang looked at Ke Congzhou and he seemed to have not yet come to his senses.
Fan Ji's face looked very ugly.
Not to mention him, even when his father was around, he focused on disciplining his disciples. Not to mention shedding blood, anyone who ran out of the house in the middle of the night and didn't sleep well would be dragged out in public and punished according to the sect rules to serve as a warning to others.
There were over 500 sentries patrolling Fanli Village, and the rotation of guards was a strict rule. Now something like this had happened. Wasn't that telling him that he should be careful about his life whenever there were guests? After all, they were lenient with guests. Today, the guests killed one of their own, so next time it would be the turn of the people in the village.
Luo Shun slumped in the armchair, seemingly boneless. The red robe was even more glaring against the firelight, and even if Fan Ji shifted his eyes again and again, he couldn't avoid the red.
The veins on his forehead were throbbing. He felt that he had been the owner of the village for too long and had been infected by his short-lived and suicidal father. He had been indulging in pleasure for so many years and suddenly developed some unbridled ambitions - which was not a bad thing. A bandit leader who did not want to dominate the world had never been able to defend his stronghold. Now it seemed as if he was awakened by this life.
He actually opened the gate of his manor wide and welcomed this group of ungrateful people up the mountain with good food and drinks to cause trouble for him!
Fan Ji took a deep breath, his face livid, and finally stopped playing the good guy: "Brother Luo, what do you mean? We in Fanli Village have made many arrangements for this alliance and to welcome you to the mountain. You can say that we have done our best!"
"I don't care what personal grudges your disciples have, but you kill people in my Fanli Village to vent your anger. This is too much of a disrespect for me!"
Luo Shun changed his previously nonchalant tone: "It's my fault for not disciplining my students properly, disturbing the tranquility of Fanli Village." His eyes narrowed, his brows knitted tightly, and the corners of his lips seemed to be about to curl. The firelight cast a large shadow on his face, and even Fan Ji, standing at arm's length, couldn't tell whether he was angry or smiling.
"After I find out what happened, I will definitely give Fanlizhuang an explanation."
Fan Ji snorted coldly, his mind turning. He raised his hand, signaling the disciples behind him to raise the fire higher. The flame moved upward, illuminating the various hall masters of Sujian Mountain behind Luo Shun.
Except for Lao Hu, whom he had a good impression of, the others had bitter expressions on their faces, as if they had expected it.
His eyes moved between Meng Shizhuang and Ke Congzhou.
Meng is makeup...
Meng...
It seems that the Zhongyi Hall of Sujian Mountain once had a hall master with the surname "Meng".
A few minutes ago, he and Luo Shun had been testing each other's abilities, half genuine and half fake. Luo Shun, in a tone that could make one suffocate, praised the two juniors equally, saying, "They've both been living in the mountains since they were young. They have a deep family background, so it's nothing."
If family background is considered as the "truth", then Fan Ji can easily receive the news sent back by the people lurking in Sujian Mountain.
He glanced downward and gave Luo Shun a subtle look of contempt.
It seems that this Luo guy is really a lunatic.
Even today, blood feuds and past events, killing or releasing, are all a matter of a word. For unknown reasons, he actually threw his life into the "enemy camp" and entered the game.
Fan Ji's anger was extinguished in an instant.
It seems that he has a way to open the "iron barrel" of Sujian Mountain.
So, he continued to frown, looking very unhappy, and gestured secretly with his left hand. The person who was about to speak righteously and "impulsively" immediately retreated into the shadows.
Fan Ji said, "The incident happened in my Fanli Village, but the people involved are all from your Sujian Mountain. I can't intervene, but I hope Brother Luo can allow me to be present so that I can understand why the murderer is so rampant."
What Luo Shun wanted was for outsiders to be present, so he made a promise casually: "I will punish any disciple who commits a crime on the spot and will not show any leniency." He stroked the cuffs of his robe. The bright red clothes were actually very plain, without any patterns.
The disciples of Sujian Mountain huddled in the back, watching as their usually indifferent leader stood up and walked three circles around the corpse. It was hard to see clearly from outside, but from certain angles, one could tell the man's eyes were still wide open as he died.
Luo Shun raised his chin and called the disciples of Sushan Hall over.
The disciples didn't even need to look through the roster and replied, "This is Zhang Jun, a disciple of the Purple Gold Hall. He didn't participate in the competition this time."
The old head of Zijin Hall was old and had not come down the mountain for a long time. He did not want to join in the fun this time and only sent a disciple as a representative.
Perhaps because he found it filthy, Luo Shun glanced briefly at Zhang Jun, who died with his eyes wide open. Then, he turned around, glanced at the other hall masters, and said in an operatic tone, tinged with an apology that anyone could hear: "Look at this wound, it's from the Su Jian Jue."
He didn't ask Meng Shizhuang and Ke Congzhou, saying, "The disciples of Fanli Village acted quickly. Since they said there were only these three, the one who did it must be among them. However, I'm not close to the disciples, so I'd have to ask their master to find out who it was."
Luo Shun's eyes flashed with a sharp smile. He first stung Meng Shizhuang, then looked at Lao Hu and shouted, "Master—please take a look and see who caused this injury."
The nearest torches were some distance away from Meng Shizhuang, yet they still burned him to a scorching heat. His heart, of whatever nature it was, beat throbbingly in his chest. The heartbeat grew louder, and he could hear a crackling in his neck and a soreness in his shoulders.
Meng Shizhuang wiped his forehead with his hand, which was covered in sweat.
He stared at the sweat on his hands for a moment before realizing that he had been holding his breath.
Meng Shizhuang glanced at Lao Hu, deliberately not looking at his expression. He suppressed his resentment and said, "I was also there later. There is no blood on my sword. I didn't do it."
He didn't know that it was not appropriate to talk in this situation.
He just knew that no one would help him.
To remain silent is to be condemned.
Beside Fan Ji, someone was loudly stirring up trouble: "Why are you so anxious to clear yourself? Wouldn't it be clear if you asked your master to take a look? Anyway, there are only the two of you here. It's either you or him, or you two can team up. It's normal that there's no blood on the sword."
Meng Shizhuang looked at the clean sword, then stared at Ke Congzhou, the "gentleman" sitting under Lao Hu.
Ke Congzhou's panic-stricken expression turned into hesitation.
——It started when Luo Shun asked Lao Hu to come and identify his wound.
Ke Congzhou clenched his swords tightly, not noticing the urging in Meng Shizhuang's eyes. He looked at Lao Hu, watching him move towards the corpse with stiff hands and feet like a puppet. However, in a few breaths, Lao Hu raised his head and looked at him, his eyes complex and sad.
He called out, "Master..."
The incident happened suddenly and he drew his sword to protect himself.
Ke Congzhou's mind had never been so confused. He replayed the fight and carefully considered every word and scream of the other party, trying to prove that he did not intend to kill him.
But the body is right here.
He was wrong.
Ke Congzhou's throat rolled over, and he tried desperately to swallow, as if this could swallow all the fear. He spoke with difficulty: "I, am..."
Luo Shun stood behind him and lightly "reminded" Lao Hu: "Master, you must look carefully. Don't make the wrong choice because of friendship. It will hurt them for the rest of their lives." When he said this, his tone was not deliberately prolonged, and one could easily hear the sincerity in his words.
All of Ke Congzhou's guilt, repentance, regret and thoughts were interrupted by the word "friendship".
He stopped talking.
Lao Hu was sure that he saw Zhang Yang's pride on Luo Shun's face.
It turned out that this was the matter he wanted to verify using Meng Shizhuang.
What a familiar feeling.
In that brief moment, Lao Hu recalled his miserable first half of life. It was always like this, whether it was people or fate, intentionally or unintentionally, giving him choices he had to make. He always chose wrong, and was then pushed out by those around him, watching those closest to him pay the price for his choices.
Thirteen years had passed, and when Lao Ju and Meng Shizhuang retreated to Keju, he had thought the battle was over. Now, there was a sequel.
He inadvertently locked eyes with Ke Congzhou for a long moment, then snapped back to his senses, realizing that Ke Congzhou's eyes resembled his senior disciple's. The firelight was distorted by the night wind, and shadows fell randomly, curving into the shape of a flower on Ke Congzhou's face.
Old Hu had never thought Ke Congzhou's face resembled Ke Yuanshan, but now he recognized Ke Yuanshan in it. It was Ke Yuanshan, now dead, with bloodstains etched on his face, who told him, "Master, you made the wrong choice."
Lao Hu was startled and stood there in a daze, refusing to speak.
Fan Ji wondered at the right moment, "Could it be that both disciples took action?"
Lao Hu raised his head and responded quickly: "No!"
Luo Shun nodded and asked him, "Master, who is it then?"
Lao Hu closed his eyes in pain.
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