Smelting and Exploding the Heavens

Chapter 53
The woman who came was Chu Ji, she politely bowed to everyone present, sat down and began to play.

Chu Ji played Shuilongyin, which was also the first Han music that Fuzi taught her.

The sound of the zither is agitated, full of resentment that the country has been destroyed, and it is difficult to relieve the depression in my heart.

Although Yuxi Timur was well versed in Han culture, he was able to get started with music. Listening to the rhythm of water dragons and tapping the porcelain bowl with chopsticks, he was quite happy.

And Fan Zhuoyuan seems to be rough, but in fact he studied with great Confucianism since he was a child. A gentleman has mastered all six arts, and he has heard the thoughts hidden in this woman's heart from the zither sound, and even felt the slightest murderous intention hidden.

It seems that although she is a woman, she is afraid that she will try to assassinate her today!
Fan Zhuoyuan called for Yue Guan and said, "Tell her that I'm not interested in killing a woman who can't learn martial arts. Let her throw away the dagger in her arms before she leaves, and she will spare her life."

Everyone looked in amazement, only a Tibetan monk beside Yuxi Timur smiled and nodded, obviously he had already made the same judgment as Fan Zhuoyuan.

There are five golden wheels placed on this person's side, which look like magic weapons and weapons, making it difficult to distinguish them for a while.

The music officer was greatly surprised and panicked, and hurriedly came to Chu Ji, and after some words, Chu Ji kept playing in her hands, as if immersed in it, completely oblivious to the outside world.

Seeing this, Fan Zhuoyuan said, "It's okay, let her play."

The music official trembled when he heard it, and retreated.

Yuxi Timur said: "This woman is very gentle and beautiful. It is a pity that the major general kills people so often. It is a pity that he did such a cruel act."

Fan Zhuoyuan said indifferently: "If you don't obey the king's way, what's the benefit of staying?"

As soon as this remark came out, Yuxi Timur immediately nodded seriously, not daring to joke anymore.

The music kept playing, but the people at the banquet gradually lost the fun of drinking and feasting. They were chatting with each other and admiring the plum forest outside the pavilion like fire.

The snow is getting bigger and bigger. In addition to the sound of wind and snowflakes falling to the ground, there is a steady and slow rustling sound not far away.

"Stop! No one else can get close! Huh? How dare you carry a weapon with you! Take it down!"

Cang Dang, the sound of several swords being unsheathed came!

But that's all. After that, neither the sound of fighting nor the sound of guards yelling at them was heard.

It is still the sound of slow and heavy footsteps on the snow, rustling...

Not long after, a man in black and a bamboo hat appeared in front of Merlin holding a sword.

White snow, red plums, black clothes, a famous knife, and a smear of red extending from the ground after walking all the way. It is the blood on the knife. The blood reflects the snow, like red plums blooming directly on the snow, bright and dazzling .

He stopped in front of the hall and stood there coldly.

"There are assassins! Come here!"

The guards outside the pavilion yelled, and suddenly the hall was surrounded by the sound of rushing footsteps. The guards held long halberds and formed a queue, pressing towards the man in black standing in the snow.

"Wait!"

Fan Zhuoyuan's voice made everyone stop. He got up slowly, moved his hands and feet slightly, came to the steps outside the pavilion, and looked at the swordsman outside.

"Looking for me?"

The man raised his head, took off his bamboo hat, and threw it on the ground.

It was Jin Jingjing with a miserable face and dull eyes. At this time, he was full of stubble, as desolate as he could be.

Such a guy who looks like a walking dead is full of death from inside to outside. He no longer cares about his own life, and naturally he doesn't care about the lives of others.

Or his only goal in this life is to take Fan Zhuoyuan's life, and then... to die!
Even Fan Zhuoyuan was serious about this kind of death. It seemed that under this kind of death, this person could exert extraordinary power.

"It was me who came to kill you."

Jin Jingjing's voice was hoarse and distant, as if it came from the underworld.

At this time, the sound of the zither suddenly stopped, and everyone couldn't help but look over.

Kagai Hitoshi's godless eyes flashed with brilliance again, as if he felt the last bit of warm hope in the dead despair, and stared at the tear-stained Hatsuhime together.

At the banquet, Fan Wenhu asked suspiciously: "Heng Wu, do you know this person?"

Fan Zhuoyuan said: "I have played against each other twice, this time will be the last time."

Yuxi Timur laughed and said, "Such an assassin, why didn't the major general let the guards dismiss him?"

The Tibetan monk beside him explained: "This assassin is not simple, ordinary guards may not be able to trap him."

Then he said to Fan Zhuoyuan: "Does the young general need help from the poor monk?"

Fan Zhuoyuan was also very curious about the origin of this Tibetan monk. Looking at his five golden wheels, he would inevitably remind people of the King of the Golden Wheel.

However, Jinlun Fawang did not pass on all his martial arts before his death. One disciple, Huo Dou, betrayed his master and was killed. The other disciple, Daerba, like Fan Zhuoyuan, was an outsider master with blunt aptitude, and could not learn Jinlun Fawang's dragon elephant Prajna Kung Fu and Five Wheels Secret Technique.

Originally, he wanted to take Guo Xiang as his apprentice, but how could Guo Xiang worship him as his teacher?

Fan Zhuoyuan shook his head slightly, "I have some grievances with this person, and it happens to be settled today. Also, may I ask Master, are those five golden wheels beside you weapons?"

The Tibetan monk said with a smile: "It is both a weapon and a magic weapon. It comes from the former national teacher, the Jinlun Dharma King of the Vajra Sect of the Esoteric Buddhism."

Fan Zhuoyuan nodded, and thought to himself: Sure enough, I will ask you in detail after dealing with Jin Jingjing.

He looked back, and Jin Jingjing had turned his head at this time. There was hope in his eyes, and the death intent was no longer in his body.

"I'm going to take her with me," he said.

Fan Zhuoyuan sensed the changes in Kagjing Ren, and knew that he had lost that sense of death. It seemed that even his strength could not make him feel threatened at all. Such a battle was boring.

As a war idiot, he doesn't want to fight an unchallenging battle.

So he said: "She has served me for many days, and I am very satisfied with her."

Jin Jingjing's eyes were fixed, and he tightly held the knife in his hand.

Fan Zhuoyuan only felt that the stimulation was not intense enough, and said calmly: "You should have already guessed what kind of consequences such a pure cherry blossom-like woman will encounter if she enters my camp.

Don't worry, I'm the only one who touched her, it's not as dirty as you imagined, but I have to say a word of admiration, she's really - very moist. "

Chu Ji couldn't understand Chinese, so she didn't know what Fan Zhuoyuan said, so she couldn't explain it.

Naturally, it was impossible for Kagami Jin to ask Chu Ji about this kind of thing in front of everyone. His grip on the sword became tighter and tighter, and he had deviated from the principle of holding a sword.

His eyes were getting redder and redder, he felt both heartache and anger, and his aura also skyrocketed.

"You'll regret everything you've done."

Fan Zhuoyuan walked towards the snow while exercising his muscles and bones.

"Your strength is not enough to make me regret."

Jin Jingjing's eyes opened, and the blade flicked, extremely fast, and slashed towards him extremely sharply!

Fan Zhuoyuan turned sideways slightly, letting the blade slash on his shoulder, it was difficult to get half a point.

He said in disappointment, "How can you kill me with such weak strength?"

At this time, the zither sounds again, but it is a song full of red!

(End of this chapter)