Chapter 647 Life and Death Determined by Fate (V)

As the night deepened, a dark cloud appeared from nowhere and blocked the moonlight just in time, making the already hazy and dark night even darker.

At the gate of Prince Xian's mansion, a group of disciples guarding the gate were startled by the sudden "cloud covering the moon". They all looked up at the sky and complained.

"What kind of weather is this? It's already freezing cold in the twelfth month of winter, but God didn't even give us a ray of moonlight."

"My hands and feet have long been numb from the cold, and now I feel like even my mouth isn't my own. I can't help shivering when I speak."

"I feel sleepy when it gets cold. My eyelids have been drooping for a long time!"

"Old Feng, tell us about your visit to Mingling Yayuan yesterday. I heard there were a few new girls there. What are they like? Are they pretty?"

"Keep your voice down! Are you looking for death?" A man in his forties was nervous and cursed, "The rules set by Hei Zhishan are that from the first to the fifteenth day of the twelfth lunar month, no disciple in the mansion is allowed to go out to drink without permission, let alone drink prostitute wine? If the sect master knows about this, he will skin me alive!"

A young disciple who was less than 20 years old joked: "What are you afraid of? We are heroes of the martial arts world, not monks and Taoist priests. Why doesn't Liu Xunyi allow us to drink and visit brothels? He is always making rules here and there, as if he is afraid that others don't know that he is in charge. In the final analysis, isn't Liu Xunyi just an embroidered pillow? What else can he do except seduce young ladies? He is using chicken feathers as a token of authority, so fucking hypocritical..."

"Snapped!"

Before the young disciple could finish his words, Old Feng suddenly rushed forward and slapped him hard in the face with lightning speed, which immediately frightened the other disciples and made them lose all their sleepiness.

"Old Feng, you...why the hell did you hit me?"

"Shut your stinky mouth! You little bastard, you haven't even grown all your hair yet. You've only been in the mansion for a few days, and you dare to talk dirty about the black fan. Are you looking for death?"

The young disciple covered his burning cheek with a look of grievance and complained, "I have only been in the palace for a short time, but Liu Xunyi has only been in the palace for two years. He can rely on women to get to the top, maybe I can too..."

"How dare you say that!"

Old Feng raised his hand to hit him, and the frightened young disciple quickly hid aside, muttering, "I didn't say anything wrong..."

"You know nothing!" Old Feng cursed, "Although Hei Zhishan has not been in the mansion for long, he has fought for the mansion master and made a name for himself in the martial arts world, while you were still hiding in your parents' bed and acting like a spoiled brat! You little bastard, you don't know how high the sky is or how deep the earth is. Fortunately, the people on duty today are your brothers, otherwise, you would not even know how you died!"

The guard at the side took the opportunity to smooth things over: "Old Feng, he is new here and doesn't know the rules. Don't bother with him!" Then he said to the young disciple: "Boy, don't be unconvinced. Hei Zhishan is what he is today not by flattering and coaxing women, he has real skills. Let me ask you, do you know that there was a Fengming Tower in Luoyang City in the past, and there were two gangs, one called the Iron Palm Gang and the other called the Golden Sword Sect?"

"This..." the young disciple hesitated, "I seem to have heard of it... I'm not from Luoyang, so I don't know much about it."

"Let me tell you, the Fengming Tower, the Iron Palm Gang, and the Golden Sword Sect did exist in the past." Another disciple interrupted, "But they are gone now."

"Why?"

"Good question!" Another disciple said with a smile, "I remember that on New Year's Eve the year before last, our young lady was abducted to Fengming Tower by the Mongolian prince Wang Qingshu. It was Hei Zhishan who single-handedly slaughtered the Iron Palm Gang and the Golden Sword Sect with his sword. As the saying goes, 'one will go all out for a beautiful woman'. That night, Hei Zhishan rescued the young lady from Fengming Tower and killed more than 200 people in a row, leaving 78 knife wounds of varying sizes on his body. Since then, Fengming Tower, the Iron Palm Gang and the Golden Sword Sect have completely disappeared from Luoyang City. Boy, this is not an exaggeration. Hei Zhishan became famous in the battle at Fengming Tower and everyone in the martial arts world knows about it. As for his numerous military exploits in Yingchuan, Shaolin, Chenzhou, Hexi, Tianshan, and Tubo, he survived many life-threatening situations and fought in the sea of ​​blood. If it were you, regardless of whether you have the ability or not, I'm afraid you wouldn't be even one ten-thousandth as brave as Hei Zhishan."

"Hei Zhishan has a very high prestige in the mansion, especially among the disciples of the lower three sects. Remember not to talk nonsense in the future, otherwise the disciples of the lower three sects will skin you alive without Hei Zhishan's help."

"I can't believe that Liu Xunyi is so young, yet he is so amazing..."

"You can see through everything. You have been promoted by the Palace Master a long time ago, so why would you stand here guarding the door? Little did you know that when Hei Zhishan entered the Palace, he had already experienced life and death in Tianshan Yulong Palace and retrieved the 'Wind and Rain Picture' for the Palace Master. This is the difference between you and him. When he entered the Palace, he could eat, drink and have fun, but when you entered the Palace, you can only stand here guarding the door, haha..."

"That's enough! You all have high aspirations but fragile lives. You guys are so sleepy while guarding the gate, how dare you criticize the black fan?" Old Feng is the oldest, so he is very good at teaching the younger ones. "But you don't have to underestimate yourselves. Not everyone can guard the gate. This is the face of the Xianwang Mansion. Recently, there are many distinguished guests in the mansion, and they are all big names in the martial arts world. So you all should cheer up. You can be lazy at any time, but not these few days."

"Yes."

Seeing that the other disciples were quite respectful to him, Lao Feng was a little too proud and promised: "After these busy days, I will take you to Mingling Yayuan to have a good time..."

"Really?"

"Hush!" Old Feng's face changed, and he whispered, "I keep my word! But it's not appropriate to mention this matter again, or you'll end up in trouble."

"no problem……"

"Look!"

Before everyone could rejoice, the young disciple who had just been slapped in the face accidentally saw a few people slowly approaching from the distance on the street. His eyes immediately changed and he hurriedly greeted everyone.

"Who are those people in the middle of the night?"

Old Feng narrowed his eyes, carefully watching the group of people approaching, and his right hand inconspicuously touched the steel knife at his waist.

At the same time, the guards drew their weapons and stared at the newcomers cautiously.

After a while, a group of people arrived at the gate of Prince Xian's Mansion. At a glance, there were about ten people.

"Who are you?"

Old Feng was experienced and did not approach rashly. Instead, he stood on the steps and asked condescendingly, "Why are you here?"

"Please inform me that Zhao Yuan wishes to see Palace Master Luo!"

With a chuckle, the leader slowly raised his head, revealing a handsome face that seemed both familiar and unfamiliar to Lao Feng.

The person who came was Zhao Yuan who had not been seen for a long time.

"You are... Lord Zhao?"

Old Feng often stood guard at the gate of the mansion, so he was no stranger to Zhao Yuan, who came in and out many times. After recognizing Zhao Yuan's identity, Old Feng was stunned, and then signaled everyone to put away their swords, and he ran down the stairs in a panic, kneeling and bowing to Zhao Yuan: "Greetings, Lord Zhao!"

"You are not a government official, so there is no need to show such courtesy to me." Zhao Yuan acted very approachable and personally helped Old Feng up.

At this moment, the rest of the guards came forward and bowed to Zhao Yuan one after another.

"That's not right!" Suddenly, the young disciple with red and swollen cheeks changed his expression and asked in surprise, "Sir Zhao had already set off to return to Lin'an a few days ago, why tonight..."

"Yes! I did set out, but halfway through, I suddenly remembered that I had forgotten something important, so I turned back without stopping."

"Oh!" Old Feng nodded, not quite understanding, and said in embarrassment, "But it's getting late now, I guess the Palace Master must have gone to bed..."

"That thing is very important to me. I cannot go back to report without it." Zhao Yuan interrupted, "Therefore, I must take it tonight. I hope you will understand."

"Important things?" Lao Feng hesitated. "May I ask... what is it?"

Hearing this, Zhao Yuan raised a kind smile and stretched out his hand to call Lao Feng closer, as if he didn't want others to hear.

Seeing that Zhao Yuan was "praising" him so much, Old Feng couldn't help but smile. He walked forward without thinking and whispered, without any guard at all.

"The thing I forgot is... Luo Tianjin's head!"

"you……"

"puff!"

"Forehead……"

Before Lao Feng could recover from his shock, he suddenly felt a chill in his chest, and the words on his lips could no longer come out. When he looked down, enduring the severe pain and weakness, he saw that a short blade had been deeply inserted into his chest without knowing when.

In an instant, blood gushed out, splattering Zhao Yuan all over red.

"Brothers, be careful!"

Someone shouted loudly, and more than 20 guards immediately scattered like birds and beasts, hiding to a distance of more than three feet, staring at Zhao Yuan as if they were facing a great enemy.

"I am just a small soldier, why do you need my help?"

A dry and hoarse voice suddenly sounded from behind Zhao Yuan. Yun Zhuiyue walked closer and ordered expressionlessly, "Kill them all. Leave no one alive!"

At a command, the Longxiang Mountain disciples led by Shao Yuanqing and Wuming pounced on the guards like wolves and tigers, and the two sides engaged in a battle in the blink of an eye.

For a while, screams, shouts, and sounds of fighting were heard one after another.

"My lord, please!"

Yun Zhuiyue pointed towards the mansion gate, and then he and Zhao Yuan walked up the stairs leisurely, stepping on the corpses and blood on the ground.

As they walked along, people fell down tragically beside them from time to time, but the two of them ignored it and were completely unmoved.

"According to your plan, the Xianwang Mansion is now an empty city tonight. We can enter the house and attack Huanglong!"

After saying that, Shao Yuanqing and Wuming worked together to push the heavy doors of the mansion open to the left and right, revealing the empty Xianwang Mansion in front of Yun Zhuiyue and Zhao Yuan, just like... a fox entering a henhouse, a tiger attacking a flock of sheep.

"Lord Yun, are you interested in accompanying me to see Luo Tianjin off for the last time?"

“No hurry!” Yun Zhuiyue sneered, “Yun…wants to visit Ling Xiaoxiao first.”

"Why?"

"Because she sent people to Xuzhou to assassinate my daughter." When Yun Zhuiyue said this, her tone became chilling and chilling.

Zhao Yuan was secretly surprised and said hurriedly: "Absolutely not! Ling Xiaoxiao is now on the same boat with us. If you quarrel among yourselves..."

"Don't worry, sir. I was just joking." Yun Zhuiyue's eyes sparkled, and he said with a smile, "Although the Xianwang Mansion is empty at the moment, it is not without obstacles. There are still some small soldiers and crab generals wandering around the mansion, such as... Xie Xuan, the number one figure under Luo Tianjin. I am willing to solve these troubles for you, so that you don't have to worry about it."

“I see!” Zhao Yuan nodded doubtfully and said, “Thank you, Saint Yun, for your concern!”

"If you want to thank me, why don't you bring me Luo Tianjin's head?"

"Don't worry, Luo Tianjin can't escape tonight."

"My lord please!"

"Saint Lord Yun, be careful!"

After the greetings, Zhao Yuan and Yun Zhuiyue went their separate ways. The former hurried to the East Courtyard, while the latter killed gods and ghosts wherever he met them, and led his men straight to the inner house.

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(End of this chapter)