Chapter 1703: No Disaster Under the Ladder, the Immortal Palace Still Plays the Music of Hurting the South Courtyard

Chapter 1701: No disaster under the ladder, the fairy palace still hurts the south court

"Come here!"

In the corner, the completely paralyzed Yuegong Hui, who seemed to have adapted to the power of the martial arts ban and the cold prison, suddenly squeezed out a trace of strength and shouted angrily:

"Yuegong Mo! Yuegong Leng! Yuegong Li! Yuegong Niu!"

"Come here, come here quickly!"

These shouts were extremely high-pitched, and they were strong in the rhythm of the game between Dao Qiongcang and Yuegong Nu, leaving no time for reaction.

But as soon as he finished shouting, Yuegong Hui found out in despair.

Dao Daier, who was sitting behind the ice table, looked over with a smile, and there was no surprise in her eyes.

His expression seemed to say: Shout, keep shouting, even if you shout your throat out today, no one will be able to find you.

"Can't hear, huh..."

Yuegong Hui lowered his head spiritlessly, shaking his head and smiling bitterly.

He actually knew that the Cold Prison was located at the bottom of the Cold Sea, and its geographical location was almost in the most remote part of the Cold Palace Imperial Realm. No outsiders would come here on weekdays.

And even if he called out accurately, he was calling out the Holy Name directly...

If the rules of the Cold Prison did not restrict the response of calling out the Holy Name directly, who could stand the constant greetings from the prisoners in the prison?

"You want to attract the attention of the Yin Shenwei who are guarding the Cold Prison, right?"

Dao Dai'er held her fragrant cheeks with her bare hands, leaning on the ice table, and said with a chuckle:

"But have you ever thought about so many maids coming to visit Sister Nu, what about them?"

"What you saw was that I was the only one waiting for you outside the door before?"

Yuegong Hui was stunned.

Indeed, the maids came to the Cold Prison in groups of two or three at that time, but now there was not a single one in Yuegong Nu's cell.

So it seems that Dao Qiongcang was waiting outside the door at that time, just waiting for him?

Is he so sure that he will take the bait?

Even offered him the identity jade card and asked him to go to the Soul Guarding Hall at night?

"I..."

"You are not wrong, you are just a waste." Dao Daier always spewed out words that were colder than Hanyu.

"Let me go..." Yue Gonghui was powerless to refute, and could only beg: "Dao Qiongcang, I don't know what you want to do, but I..."

I want to live!

I want to live!

Pain and feces and urine ravaged Yue Gonghui, and Yue Gonghui's eyes shed tears.

He wanted to impress the other party with words, but after realizing that this was also unrealistic, he choked and could hardly speak.

"Let me go..."

There has never been a moment when Yue Gonghui's will to survive was stronger than it is now.

When he was young, he also imagined that one day he would fail and be captured in the struggle for the Han Palace Emperor Realm, but would rather die than surrender.

He found that the gap between fantasy and reality was too big!

He couldn't accept himself as he was now. This was not the performance and treatment that a Soul Guarding Hall Master should have!

Who am I?

I am Yuegong Hui!

I have survived several generations and finally got a good job in the Guardian Spirit Hall.

My life from now on is what the generations of Han Palace Emperors have dreamed of - high above the clouds, sitting still, there are countless people coming to serve me...

But because of a maid!

I, Yuegong Hui, will die in Hanyu?

Judging from Dao Qiongcang's various performances just now, no matter how stupid Yuegong Hui is, he can see that he can't leave Hanyu alive.

But...

"I said, I won't kill you."

Dao Dai'er has always been consistent with his words and deeds, not killing weaklings who are powerless.

Then how will I die?

Yuegong Hui couldn't imagine it. After turning his head in a daze, he glanced at Yuegong Nu who was holding a sword with both hands on the side...

Boom!

His mind was blank.

...

"You want me to kill him?"

Yuegong Nu saw Yuegong Hui's eyes.

Recalling Dao Qiongcang's words that if he didn't kill anyone, Hui Lao would die, it was not difficult to conclude that either Yue Gong Hui would commit suicide or he would kill him himself.

But...

"Do you think I would kill the leader of my clan's Guardian Spirit Hall for an outsider like you?" Yue Gong Nu couldn't understand Dao Qiongcang.

He was also from a noble family.

He should understand that no matter what mistakes Hui Lao made, he shouldn't have ended up in his own hands.

This is not in accordance with the rules.

No matter how big a mistake a person in the Han Palace Emperor Realm made, he would be judged by the rules of the Han Palace Emperor Realm.

"Zheng..."

Dao Dai'er didn't respond and ignored Yue Gong Nu for the second time.

He played the piano again, and continued the second half of "Shang Nan Ting" that he had not finished playing just now.

The solemn and murderous melody echoed in the cell.

Yue Gong Hui trembled and dared not speak again, for fear that if he didn't pay attention, Dao Qiongcang would kill him for destroying the atmosphere.

Yue Gong Nu also quieted down.

As the melody progressed, she held the Angry Immortal Buddha Sword, but once again felt the coldness that pierced into her bones.

She woke up because of this.

Opportunity?

Dao Qiongcang would not give people a chance!

He has always been a person who would nip hidden dangers in the bud.

Since he gave me this sword...

If it were someone else, he would have overlooked this detail of the relationship between the Angry Immortal Buddha Sword and himself, and then left a flaw.

But he is Dao Qiongcang.

Would he not notice that the Angry Immortal Buddha Sword contained sword thoughts?

Would he not have guessed that he might be able to hold the Angry Immortal Buddha Sword?

He still gave the sword...

Giving a weapon to an unarmed person to kill is not to kill oneself, but to kill someone with a borrowed knife.

Listening to the music, Yue Gong Slave turned to look at Yue Gong Jie, who was also looking at him with tears in his eyes.

From his pleading expression and his lips that dared not speak, the Moon Palace Slave read two moving words:

"Miss……"

…

Zheng!

The song is over.

The silence that Dao Daier maintained was broken by Dao Daier herself.

He put his hands on the piano, looked at Yuegong Slave with a smile, and said with a little hope: "Sister slave, what do you think of my piano skills?"

Moon Palace Slave had no idea what Dao Qiongcang wanted, and said with a cold face:

"Saucy."

Dao Daier smiled: "High, of course it is high!"

He looked back at the teachings of Yue Gong in the corner, his smile disappeared, and he became neither sad nor happy, and asked in a cold voice:

"Your Majesty, what do you think of Dai'er's piano skills?"

The boomerang shot from the corridor of the cell at that time finally pierced his eyebrows hard at this moment.

After Yue Gongji's body shook violently, he seemed to understand what Dao Qiongcang was going to do.

He tried frantically to lift his weak body, no longer caring about his image, and knelt down on his knees with his butt sticking out, banging, banging, banging, kowtowing until his head bled, and he said in a sorrowful voice:

"Let me go!"

"Let me go!"

"Master Dao Palace, please let me go, please, please let me go. I was wrong..."

Moon Palace Slave was stunned.

He didn't understand why Yue Gongji had such a big reaction.

He had been caught and tortured by Dao Qiongcang, and he had also listened to the song "Hurt Nanting". Why did he have such a stress reaction now?

The Moon Palace Slave held the Angry Immortal Buddha Sword and kept watching.

There was no emotion between Dao Dai'er's brows, and she was not moved by Yue Gongjie's coy gesture. She just repeated it in a silent voice:

"What do you think, your lord, of my piano skills?"

How dare Yue Gongjie answer?

How could Yue Gong Jie Neng respond?

He buried his head firmly on the ground, only regretting that his sperm had gotten into his head at that time and he had done something he would regret for the rest of his life.

He swallowed the blood foam and tears, still burying his head and not daring to raise it, and whispered:

"high……"

"wrong."

"The Taoist Palace Master's superb piano skills are rare in the world!"

"wrong."

"The Master of the Tao Palace is unparalleled in the world, and he knows the way of music..."

"Still not right."

Dao Daier sat indifferently in front of the ice table. The ice prison under her eyes seemed to have become the underworld. The people under the table were the sinners waiting to be judged.

Moon Palace Slave understood something.

This question is not a question, and the answer is not an answer.

Dao Qiongcang is not asking for an insignificant evaluation, he is just restoring.

Restore some of the things that happened between him and Yue Gongjie that he didn't see when Dai was still a child when there was a strange noise in the ice prison tunnel?

"What do you think of my piano skills, Your Majesty?" Dao Daier spoke up again.

The Moon Palace Slave knew that Tao Qiong Cang had a quirk.

He has had a high self-esteem since he was a child and does not like to repeat the same words many times.

This will make him feel that either he is stupid and cannot express himself, or the other person is stupid, so there is no need to express it multiple times.

Being able to say one sentence three times, it can be seen that this question and this matter are very important in his heart.

Yue Gongjie knelt on the ground, trembling all over, playing with his accent, and could only answer tremblingly in order to survive:

"How dare I comment? He must be superb... ah..."

This wording, this tone... Yuegong Slave closed her eyes deeply, and she understood it completely.

The sky of the Tao is the teachings of the Moon Palace, and the teachings of the Moon Palace are Dai'er.

The ice prison is not an ice prison, it is a corridor separated by a wall, which is invisible darkness and filth!

Needless to say, Moon Palace Slave can probably imagine what will happen next.

What she couldn't believe was that right in front of her, across an ice wall, she knew that Dai'er was from Yue Gongli, Huelao... Yue Gongjia, how dare you do this?

Didn’t he come here for Ah Li and Ah Si’s business?

For this reason, Slave Yue Gong even suspected before that those things that looked like throwing dirty water might be just one-sided words from Dao Qiongang!

"Buzz..."

In the ice prison, the sword roared.

Buddha Sword is angry!

The scene in Yue Gong Slave's mind flashed back to when he first asked the sky and planned to deal with Yue Gong's teachings.

The other person's answer was: "It's up to you."

At this time, the Moon Palace slave understood that as early as that time, he knew the answer to his current question.

But……

Yue Gongjie, can you kill him?

It is at this moment that I fall into the cold hell and become a sinner.

Slave Yue Gong still knows that she is a member of the Yue clan of Han Palace, the daughter of the Holy Emperor of Han Palace, and the sister of Yue Gongli, the successor of the Holy Emperor.

Every move he makes, no matter how small, will be magnified by someone with intentions, which will then affect A Li and his father, causing them to bear more attacks for no reason.

"If a person in the Han Palace Imperial Realm makes a mistake, he or she will be judged according to the rules of the Cold Palace Imperial Realm, and the Judgment Department has no right to interfere!"

This is the belief that Moon Palace Slave has been instilled in her since she was a child, and she has stuck to it all her life.

It was precisely because the people in the Han Palace Emperor Realm were united and adhered to this belief that she was able to survive after making that mistake thirty years ago.

"cold……"

The Moon Palace Slave held the Buddha's sword and was so cold that he trembled.

She later realized that Qiong Cang's fuss was not to deal with Yue Gong's teachings, but to target herself!

She held back.

If you raise your sword now and kill Yue Gongjie.

It was not just the person who was cut off, but also the persistence of his past, which also negated the blank space of thirty years in the Cold Prison.

Furthermore, because of this, he will be able to fulfill what Dao Qiongtian likes to see the most, to verify his reputation as "unpredictable" in others!

"Zheng..."

But it was also at this time that the luan and snow strings moved.

It was a meaningless, but completely confusing, noisy sound that Dao Qiong made when he stood with his hands raised.

Facing Yue Gongjie's confession, he showed no appreciation at all. He ignored the filth in the corner like a god and continued to ask:

"Your Majesty, can you also play "Shang Nan Ting"?"

Bang bang bang!

Yue Gongji kowtows desperately.

The force was so great that it felt like he was going to smash his brains out.

"Let me go……"

"Let me go please!!!"

He repeated it again: "Your Majesty, can you also play "Shang Nan Ting"?"

"I can't! I can't play the piano!" Yue Gong looked like a madman. When he raised his head, his eyeballs almost popped out.

"Your Majesty, can you also play "Hurt the South Courtyard"?" What he responded to was a cycle of nightmare-like torture.

Yue Gongji collapsed and murmured unconsciously. A strange voice came out of his mouth that was powerless to resist, like a female voice:

"Yeah, also... right?"

Dao Dai'er then went on to say: "Your Majesty, please come to me to work in the First Emperor Realm. I happen to have a vacancy there and I am short of a successor to the Holy Emperor."

"I, I'm not worthy..."

"You are indeed unworthy, so you are not coming here to serve. You are just here for a while, just tonight."

"Come, what are you doing here..."

"Nothing." Dao Dai'er said condescendingly, "I want to hear you play "Shang Nan Ting" for me alone."

…

Boom!

Yue Gongji fell to the ground softly.

The sound it made was just like the strange sound that the Moon Palace Slave heard through the ice wall at that time.

squeak--

The Buddha's sword was angry with the immortal and scratched a deep sword mark on the ground.

Moon Palace Slave was trembling all over, not from cold, but from anger.

The giant sword, which was so heavy that it was difficult to push it down with both hands, was now lifted up by her with all her strength!

"Injury to Nanting..."

The Moon Palace slave shook his head in confusion, his face covered with frost.

She couldn't imagine if the Dai'er in the corridor at that time was not Dao Qiongang, but really Dai'er...

She couldn't even dare to imagine that if she was not a Moon Palace slave, A Li's sister, or the daughter of the Han Palace Saint Emperor, but just a sinner who was even half a class mediocre in comparison...

She never viewed the world with the greatest malice.

But after thirty years in the cold prison, she thought she had seen all the warmth and coldness of human nature, but now her eyes were opened again.

"Hurt Nanting!"

Slave Yue Gong gritted his teeth, held the Angry Immortal Buddha Sword, and walked step by step to Yue Gong Ji who had shrunk into the corner and could not avoid it, "You are here for Ah Si! You are here for Ah Si!"

"Slave Yue Gong, you can't kill me!"

"I am the order of the Soul Guarding Palace. Do you want to collude with foreign tribes and kill the elders of the tribe... Moon Palace Slave! Wake up!"

"..."

"Miss! Miss slave!"

"Let me go, miss. This is all his illusion. He forced me to do it. This was not my intention..."

The demonic voice, either roaring or begging for mercy, lingered in my ears.

The faces that were either crazy or pleading were changing in front of me.

Just like the intersection between the real world and the imaginary world, the disintegration of the self in the eyes of others, when the Angry Immortal Buddha Sword is raised high, the Moon Palace Slave can no longer hear the unnecessary sound.

The only picture that flashed through her mind was herself, countless selves over the years.

In a cold hell.

Lost everything I should have.

Thirty years later, she sat here boringly, repenting, with only Luan Xue as her companion, and she still thought this was "what she should".

Should it?

"Bang!"

A slash of the sword caused blood to fly.

Yue Gong taught his lower body and ran away from home directly.

"Ah——" A heart-rending scream sounded in his ears. It was still far away and did not wake up the Moon Palace Slave.

The slave of the Moon Palace strikes down with his sword and knows the taste by eating the marrow.

One sword after another, slashing downwards, almost out of control, like a devil.

Here she stands.

She was clearly empty.

But there is still an entire cold prison, an entire cold sea, and an entire cold palace emperor realm weighing on her shoulders!

This is an inescapable responsibility, a destiny, a rule, and of course a burden.

But the heirs of the Han Palace Emperor Realm should be responsible for this, right?

The taming and upbringing she received from childhood made Moon Palace Slave accept everything as a matter of course. She knew that she had done some wrong things and was willing to pay the price for them.

So she was imprisoned in the cold prison. She never thought about a way out and gave everything to A Li.

This is "repayment".

Should it be repaid?

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

There is no answer.

After so many years, Moon Palace Slave found that he still could not find the answer.

Only when she wielded the giant sword could she vent the problem and pain that she had been suffocating for thirty years, tortured herself for thirty years, and finally couldn't even think about.

She wants to chop up the filth, chop up the filth, chop into pieces the nastiness, chop into pieces all the "shoulds" that she has seen, seen, and experienced before, but she deceives herself and tells herself that she should leave her family behind and protect everyone!

What she cut was the way of the past.

The Buddhist sword purifies the suffering soul.

"Injury to Nanting..."

"Hurt Nanting! I'll let you hurt Nanting!"

Moon Palace Slave never dared to think that "Shang Nan Ting" could be related to these filthy things. She completely lost the meaning of staying in the cold prison for thirty years.

"Go to hell!"

When the Buddhist sword stabbed down for the last time...

Snapped.

A jade-white hand stretched out from the side and embedded itself in the bloody wrist holding the sword.

Only then did the Moon Palace Slave realize that the palms of his hands were completely shattered and were covered in blood and flesh. The plain white dress on his body was even stained with scarlet.

"enough."

When he turned around, the deformed Dao Daier with a man's head and a woman's body had disappeared. The Buddha's sword seemed to have purified him, and everything returned to normal.

Dao Qiongcang didn't even dare to wear a long skirt anymore. He put on his star-patterned robe, restrained the Moon Palace Slave with his hands, and shrank back greatly.

When she looked back, he quickly let go and took a few steps back.

Fortunately, I didn't offend her... Dao Qiongcang shrank to the side of the ice table. He subconsciously wanted to sit back on the chair, but it bounced up like an electric shock and he didn't dare to sit down again.

He hesitated for a moment, forced a smile on his face, and without looking at the blood in the corner, he said in a semi-ridiculous way, but everyone should have heard that it was a joke:

"Miss, you have fallen again."

The Moon Palace Slave leaned on his sword and lowered his waist, turned his head away, and gasped for air.

She was already covered in sweat and did not respond to the slut's words. Although she was weak, she still said briefly and forcefully:

"Take me out of the cold hell."

"I want to see the Eight Masters."

This is a good thing, that's why I came here... Dao Qiongcang nodded silently: "Don't stay here? Don't stick to it?"

"Ah."

Slave Yue Gong sneered and raised his head: "Even if I am wrong, I should pay it back in thirty years. I just want to go out now. I want to see him."

Yes, of course it is possible... Dao Qiongcang has always recognized Moon Palace Slave, and believes that she can pay for her choice, but he said:

"you are wrong."

"If that's all, there's no need for me to take you away."

The Moon Palace Slave leaned on the sword, straightened up, and smoothed out the blood-red skirt that was wrinkled by herself, as well as her thoughts.

Standing in the cold prison, standing in the cold, she thought seriously about Dao Qiongang's words, and finally nodded and said:

"Yes, I was wrong."

"I am not wrong."