Chapter 2188 Du'e

What a ridiculous world this is.

What a ridiculous trip to the South Region!

Shangguan, one of the three swordsmen of Hongmeng, and Long Boji, the true disciple of Nandou Hall, has now become a corpse.

He was wrapped in a straw mat coldly, and no more stories happened. And all the efforts of Zhongshan Weisun along the way were rolled into a shallow obituary-

Long Boji is dead.

"How did he die?" The true disciple of Tiantong Hall who came out with the corpse seemed surprised by this question, and then answered: "He committed suicide. He couldn't stand the pressure and felt that he was ashamed of the sect..."

"He had dozens of sword wounds on his body, five fatal wounds, and more than 30 kinds of sword energy!" Zhongshan Weisun pointed at Long Boji's body, his voice trembling: "You said he committed suicide?"

The true disciple of Tiantong Hall looked at the heir of Zhongshan: "This is the case. If you don't believe it, I can't do anything."

He handed the corpse in his hand forward: "Brother Long's corpse, do you want it?"

Long Boji is dead.

What kind of person is he, what kind of experience does he have, what kind of style does he have?

None of these matters.

This is just a name that may not be recorded on paper.

As for whether he committed suicide, does it still matter?

Want to find the truth? Who has time to accompany you.

Want to avenge Long Boji? Nandou Hall is about to be destroyed.

The person who brought out this body was too lazy to make up a reason.

Zhongshan Weisun stopped there steadily, pursed his lips tightly and did not make a sound, the bloodshot in his eyes burned into flames.

The true disciple of Tiantong Hall took a step back and looked at Wu Zhaochang: "Duke Anguo, when two armies are fighting, envoys will not be killed. You won't kill me, will you?"

Wu Zhaochang looked at him meaningfully: "You are very brave."

"How can you come out to deliver the body if you are not brave enough? This is the person that General Zhongshan specifically asked for, and the noble son of the Zhongshan family tried his best to rescue him-" The true disciple of Tiantong Hall had a strange expression: "None of my fellow disciples dared to come, but they really thought wrong. It's death whether you die early or late, why don't you come out to see the scenery more?"

"Your cognition is very clear." Wu Zhaochang said: "What's your name?"

The true disciple of Tiantong Hall asked back: "Does my name matter? Anyway, no one will remember it. Even Nandou Hall will not be remembered for a long time."

There are so many things that have risen and fallen in the past, and there are countless traces that have been overturned in history. Indeed, few of them are remembered.

But it is easy to know this, but it is difficult to face it.

Wu Zhaochang stared at the young man: "Interesting. I find you more and more interesting."

The true disciple of Tiantong Hall said: "Then can you let me go?"

Wu Zhaochang's answer was very straightforward: "No."

The true disciple of Tiantong Hall shook his head: "Then you really like to chat."

Wu Zhaochang smiled: "Go back when you are done, don't delay me from destroying your Nandou Hall."

"Okay!" The true disciple of Tiantong Hall responded, thought for a while, and looked at Zhongshan Weisun again: "Do you want Brother Long's body? If not, I will take it back."

Zhongshan Weisun was silent for a long time, grinned, and smiled, but he did not lose his composure in the end.

"Give it to me." He said.

The true disciple of Tiantong Hall handed over the body, and Zhongshan Weisun was about to open his hand.

Wu Zhaochang said: "Take the ashes away."

Zhongshan Yanwen on the side said: "It should be so!"

As he said that, he flicked his finger and a wisp of flying flame burned Long Boji's body and the straw mat to ashes. He simply put it in a jade bottle and handed it to Wu Zhaochang in person: "Please take a look, Lord Anguo."

This level of inspection is necessary. Neither Wu Zhaochang nor Zhongshan Yanwen wanted to see anyone escape with Long Boji's body.

Not to mention that Long Boji is dead now and can only be manipulated. If he were still alive, he would have to be repeatedly checked inside and out. Anyone who wanted to gamble on the carelessness of the Chu army and escape by parasitism would never succeed.

The true disciple of Tiantong Hall kept the posture of handing over the body.

Zhongshan Weisun kept the posture of receiving the body.

Finally, a jade bottle containing clean ashes fell into his hands.

The true disciple of Nandou, the god of heaven, and in the end, this little bit of ashes... can't even be counted in a penny.

Long Boji is not the only one who died in vain in the world?

Zhongshan Weisun froze there, was he mourning his friend, or mourning his stupidity, mourning his useless sacrifices?

The true disciple of Tiantong Hall shook his hand, which had been raised for a long time, with an inexplicable smile, and shook his head. He still said to Zhongshan Weisun: "Um, Senior Brother Long's relics, do you want to take them away? They are just some personal belongings, not valuable."

"No need." Zhongshan Weisun finally spoke again, and in just a moment, his voice had become very hoarse: "You keep them for remembrance."

He was somewhat sober. Wu Zhaochang had to burn Long Boji's body into ashes before asking him to take them away. These fragmented objects have more safety hazards and it is impossible to carry them with him intact.

"Bury them with you, so you can say it with you. There is no need to be so euphemistic." The true disciple of Tiantong Hall took out a small copper wooden box from the storage box, which contained a box of fragments.

He raised the box and said to Zhongshan Yanwen in a relaxed tone: "Please burn them together, old general. Master Zhongshan doesn't want it, and I don't want to take the dead's things back. It's a bit unlucky."

Zhongshan Yanwen was not offended by the anger, and really cooperated with the release of a flame, burning the fragments clean.

"Okay, the work is done, I'll go first." The true disciple of Tiantong Temple turned around and flew, but suddenly remembered something.

"By the way." He took out a letter from his arms and flew it to Zhongshan Weisun: "Senior Brother Long has another letter for you, take it back and read it slowly."

After saying this, he flew to Du'e Peak without looking back.

There were originally scattered buildings on Du'e Peak, which were the facades of Nandou Temple in the present world, but now they are all ruins.

The mighty Chu army stepped on the former glory of Nandou Temple. The rubble, broken bricks, gold, jade and colored glaze were all silent under the military boots.

One after another, floating chariots, in a flowing three-dimensional formation, patrolled and shuttled around Du'e Peak, reconstructing the rules of this place. The halo brought by the chariots, like a heavy curtain, blocked the skylight and made the stars and the moon invisible.

Nan Dou will not sleep tonight.

Tonight is the night of eternal sleep.

The entrance to the Nan Dou secret realm has long been soaked in blood. The so-called great array for protecting the sect is like a thin paper door, which does not need to be kicked hard. The powerful soldiers of the Chu army have already infiltrated behind it. As early as the day when the troops surrounded Du'e Peak, the Chu army broke this great array for protecting the sect, but at the last moment, the sword was hanging.

In the past few days, the desperate resistance of the monks of the Nan Dou Hall behind the door has served more as self-comfort - indicating that they are still doing something for their lives.

Once the most terrifying war weapon in the world is activated, it is simply not something that the monks who pursue self-power under the sect system can resist.

Hundreds of thousands of extraordinary troops control the military array through day-to-day training. With the blessing of the top-grade array diagram and the help of different weapons, under the command of the famous generals of the time, they form a torrent of soldiers... enough to crush everything.

The true disciple of Tiantong Temple flew back to the sky above Du'e Peak, and did not return to the Nandou Secret Realm in the gap that the Chu army deliberately left.

The sky was filled with chariots, like thunderclouds about to rain.

He looked up at the sky, pulled out a sword with a strange expression, pointed it at his heart, and said in a slightly crazy tone: "Everything is over!"

He held the hilt of the sword with both hands and pressed it hard into his heart.

This posture was like some kind of ritual.

Blood foam continued to flow out of his lips and teeth, and he murmured: "I don't want to go back to hell again."

The Nandou Temple, which had been suffering in despair for a long time and lived a life of misery, was full of evil spirits.

The Nine Death Poison of Dongwang Valley is the most famous poison in the world today. The most terrifying form of the Nine Death Poison is the human heart.

I never want to go back to such a place again.

Bang bang... bang bang...

The rapid heartbeat stopped abruptly.

The body of the true disciple of Tiantong Temple fell straight down and hit the rocks without any cover - snap! Blood and blood, brains spurting out.

He said that no one would remember his name anyway, so he would not leave his name. He said that he would die sooner or later, and he came out to see the scenery. On the way back, he committed suicide so resolutely - his death was so abrupt and so eye-catching.

But Wu Zhaochang only looked at the letter flying to Zhongshan Weisun. The letter paper that should have continued to move forward was fixed in the air under such a gaze.

When the light is very bright, the shadow under the candlestick will be ignored by people.

Zhongshan Weisun realized something, holding the jade bottle containing ashes in his hand, and stepped back.

Song Huai asked leisurely on the side: "Is there a problem with this letter?"

The death of Long Boji had a complicated impact on Zhongshan Yanwen and Zhongshan Weisun, but this news only made him feel relieved.

Chen Suan was not an inconsiderate and irrational person. He had tried hard in the prison cell of Taixu Pavilion and would not have any regrets because of Long Boji's death. Long Boji's death was painful for him, and he would definitely be able to face it - isn't this the best outcome?

So Song Huai, as the Eastern Heavenly Master, still has the leisure to make a comment here.

They are all very thoughtful, who can't see the problem?

Wu Zhaochang said: "Do you believe that Long Boji committed suicide? If he didn't commit suicide, why did he write a letter to Zhongshan Weisun?"

"What's wrong with a letter?" Eastern Heavenly Master continued to make a comment.

"I heard that someone can hide in words." Wu Zhaochang said.

Song Huai's expression became serious: "Are they related?"

"I didn't say that." Wu Zhaochang said: "But the magical powers in the world are ever-changing, there is nothing that can't be done. Changshengjun has been alive and kicking for so many years, how dare I underestimate him?"

"Do you need to see what this letter says?" Zhongshan Yanwen's face was not good. He was willing to pay the price and teach Zhongshan Weisun a life lesson, but this did not mean that he was willing to let Zhongshan Weisun be used again and again.

Nandou Hall sent out a dead person, with a corpse, relics, and a suicide note. What on earth was the intention behind all these tricks?

Abnormal things must be demons.

It doesn't matter if a dog is desperate or has no other choice. No matter what this "demon" is, if they dare to tie it to Zhongshan Weisun, it means that they think Zhongshan Yanwen's killing spear is not sharp enough.

"Lord Changsheng has complicated methods. I won't read the letter, so as not to fall into his trap!" Wu Zhaochang said, and with a backhand punch, the corpse of the true disciple of Tiantong Hall in the distance was blasted into nothingness, without even a trace of blood.

"Is there something wrong with the death of this disciple?" Dong Tianshi really had some doubts this time. He didn't believe that he didn't see it as clearly as Wu Zhaochang: "I don't think there is anything wrong with him. Except that his emotions are not stable and his consciousness is a little crazy... these are all reasonable."

"It's better to be clean." Wu Zhaochang said indifferently: "When I do things, I don't like to give people opportunities."

Then he used his index finger to scratch the letter that he didn't know whether it was really related to Long Boji, and scratched it into nothingness. This is the purest state, the most specific "one" in the source sea, and nothing can be placed in it.

"Good habit." Song Huai said indifferently.

Wu Zhaochang looked at Zhongshan Yanwen again: "Changsheng Jun is so crazy that he dares to use any means. Doesn't General Zhongshan have the idea of ​​killing the devil?"

Zhongshan Yanwen was still angry, but seeing him like this, he eased his mood: "How can a certain family intervene in this war of Da Chu?"

He looked back at Zhongshan Weisun and continued: "Since Long Boji is dead, there is no point for us to stay here, so let's say goodbye-May the military fortune of Anguogong prosper!"

Grab Zhongshan Weisun and disappear in the long night.

Wu Zhaochang sighed: "General Zhongshan's steps are very urgent. He is afraid that I will collect the debt!"

Although Long Boji is dead, Zhongshan Yanwen's promise cannot be counted. Because the face of Chu has been given!

Song Huai, who also owes debts, just smiled lightly: "I am just about to admire the Duke's martial power!"

"After talking so much, it's time to get down to business." Wu Zhaochang said to Song Huai and Jiang Wang: "You two wait here, let me clear the steps and prepare a banquet. Please take a seat!"

Obviously, he did not intend to let Song Huai observe the last battle of slaughtering Nan Dou and killing Changshengjun up close. He only opened a way for him to enter the secret realm for a banquet after the battle.

Before he finished speaking, Wu Zhaochang had landed on the top of Du'e Peak.

The Chu army soldiers all over the mountains and plains were instantly connected as one, and the soldiers were entangled in the mountains into clouds.

Du'e Peak has never had such thick fog and such thick clouds.

But the soldiers and evil spirits rolled and instantly turned into a black evil dragon tens of thousands of feet long, enough to swallow Du'e Peak. It roared and turned around, and penetrated into the Nandou Secret Realm in one breath!

The so-called Nandou Gate and the barrier of the great formation were really broken like thin paper.

Everything that should have been noisy or sharp was hidden deep in the evil spirit like rolling smoke.

A master of military arts like Wu Zhaochang, who had a strong army to cut down the mountain, and had sealed off the Nandou Secret Realm early - this battle was completely without suspense.

"What are you looking at?" Song Huai glanced at Jiang Wang who was determined not to look in this direction: "Can you see inside?"

Jiang Wang said: "I'll analyze the military evil!"

He added: "I also know a little about military affairs."

"After all, there is no close relationship between Chu and Jing. Whether it is Wu Zhaochang's fundamental principles of Taoism or the tactics of the Evil Face Army, it is not good for me to look at it too much." Song Huai smiled: "With your relationship, you can follow in and take a look, but it's a pity that you are implicated by me."

Jiang Wang retracted his gaze: "I can't listen to what Master Dong said I understand. I am very upright in Taixu Pavilion and have no relationship with any forces. We only have personal friendships, not representatives of interests. "

Song Huai smiled and said, "I admire this point of you. I also said that you are very upright, so the State of Chu should not mind letting you watch - what are you writing down?"

Jiang Wang raised the green tablet: "A person as virtuous and respected as Dong Tianshi can give me a fair evaluation and speak for me, so of course I have to write it down. I am not good at talking, and I know how to respond if I am slandered in the future."

Song Huai stopped talking.

Du'e Peak was also silent in the cold night.

[Thanks to the book friend "锔愬簌谡鍕即" for becoming the leader of this book! It is the 715th alliance of the Red Heart Patrol!]

Brother, your name... I typed it in pinyin by hand, and I spent a long time looking for it word by word...