Chapter 238: Severe punishment and no loan

"Remember...Remember, if you provoke your brother, you will be at your own risk." Wu Die tried to cry without tears.
How did she know that Zhang Zhiyue's ashes had to be delivered to Xia Qingchen in person.
"It's good to understand." Xia Qingchen said indifferently: "Cut yourself off!"
what?
Self-broken?
What is the serious consequence of a self-disciplined person in a martial art?
Moreover, Wu Die is still a woman, how to marry someone from now on?
This consequence is too serious.
"Brother, please be kind, I am willing to accept other punishment." Wu Die burst into tears.
Xia Qingchen said lightly: "Other punishment? Yes, let me thank you for your death."
Either cut your arm or die.
Wu Die's face was pale and her lips were tightly bitten, her heart was in despair.
"Indiscriminate!" Master Chen can no longer sit idly by, angered and raging: "As a disciple of the Nebula Sect, you are doing everything badly and violently, and I will sue the ancestors to expose all your evil deeds!"
Said, blocked in front of Wu Die.
Tell Xia Qingchen by action that he will never let Xia Qingchen hurt Wu Die.
Xia Qingchen looked at him lightly: "Wu Die is right, you should shut up."
Lord Chen Ge was not afraid, and said with a long smile: "Do you really think that the disciple of the Nebula Sect is great? The old man is also a member of the Nebula Sect. Why are you afraid of your yellow... yellow hair... ah, lord!"
He couldn't talk anymore, and his eyes grew bigger.
Because Xia Qingchen took out a messenger token from the big cloud master in his arms.
It is also the most advanced token.
See this token, such as the Lord of the Cloud!
"See the special envoy, the villain should be guilty of death, and the adult should be punished." The old body of Chen Ge master trembled and shivered Shili.
Xia Qingchen withdrew the token and said indifferently: "Go on one knee while you are on it."
"Yes! Yes!" Lord Chen Ge hurriedly aside, kneeling on the ground.
An old head, like a rotten apple, hung down deeply, and his face was as pale as paper.
Xia Qingchen didn't look at him, but looked at Wu Die coldly: "Do you want me to do it yourself?"
Wu Die's face was pale, and she couldn't help shaking.
If Xia Qingchen hands it on, it may be more than just a broken arm.
As soon as she gritted her teeth, she pulled out her dagger.
A flash of cold light flashed, and her left arm broke off shoulder-to-shoulder.
With blood flowing like blood, she endured the severe pain and bit her lip, saying, "Brother, is it okay?"
Xia Qingchen narrowed his eyes and said: "The grudge between you and me has been wiped out, but your father hasn't."
He glanced at the twelfth pillar of incense that had burned to the end: "Time is still half."
Wu Die woke up like a dream, clutching her broken arm, and hurriedly ordered out: "Quick! Let my father emperor come down and kneel!"
Several nearby attendants, who had changed their looks, hurried back to the palace.
at this time.
Within the palace, the monarch is discussing with several princes.
"As soon as Zhang Wangya went, he had mastered the frontier army for many years, and he must rectify it, and at the necessary time, he would not hesitate to wash his cronies!"
"In addition, a lot of Zhang Wangya's bad crimes have been fabricated to prevent people from complaining.
Several princes knew their way well and nodded one after another.
"Father and Emperor, after this matter, our Wu clan will continue for hundreds of years, and it is indeed a grand event!"
"Oh, ridiculously, there is the inexplicable person who wants his father to kneel before seeing who our royal family depends on."
...
As he was saying, the bodyguard hurriedly reported.
"It's not good, Your Majesty!" the guard said incoherently: "Her Royal Highness was cut off by her arm, no, she cut it herself."
The monarch changed his color and said calmly: "Speak clearly!"
The bodyguard adjusted his emotions and said again: "The disciple who sent the ashes to the Nebula Sect forced the Princess to cut off her arm!"
what!
"Master Chen? Isn't he around, why didn't he protect Die'er?" The monarch asked quickly.
Wu Die is the pillar of the royal family.
The guard's face showed great fear: "Master Pavilion Chen knelt aside!"
Kneel on one side?
The monarch's heart sank inexplicably, and his voice became cautious: "What identity is that disciple of the Nebula Sect?"
The guard said: "I don't know, but Lord Chen called the other party the special envoy!"
hiss!
The monarch gasped, he heard Wu Die say.
In Zongmen, only those with senior intermediate disciples or above are eligible to be appointed by Zongmen to inspect the world as a special envoy.
He was in a panic and overwhelmed.
"Your Majesty, the princess asked you to hurry over and kneel, time is running out."
At this time, the monarch remembered that the special envoy gave him an hour to pass and knelt in front of the coffin.
He stood up in a horror and hurriedly said, "Quick, fast prepare the sedan, no, it's a ready horse, prepare the best fast horse!"
soon.
The prince of the Principality of the Iron Horse, riding alone, rushed out of the palace.
Behind him, the Minister of Culture and Martial Arts of the Manchu Dynasty chased him to death.
The General's Palace.
The atmosphere in front of the hall is like a solidification.
No one spoke or even gasped loudly.
Because, Xia Qingchen sat under the tree, unmoved.
Before he moved, no one dared to move.
He said nothing, and no one dared to speak.
Until the twenty-fourth pillar of incense burned to the end, Zhang Wangya swallowed hard, and reminded with a very slight voice: "Adult, incense, burned!"
At this time, Xia Qingchen slowly opened his eyes.
"Fragrance is over, people are not here, then, I will go find him in person!" Xia Qingchen's words were very calm.
But anyone can hear the coldness hidden inside.
Royal family, it's about five steps for blood splashing!
Hush--
At this moment, after a horse hissing.
There was a middle-aged man in a yellow robe with messy national characters who ran in extremely panic.
He glanced at Wu Die with a broken arm, Chen Ge, who was kneeling on one side, and then Xia Qingchen, who was a stranger.
Finally, I took another look at the incense that was about to burn through, and immediately fell to the ground, and threw three loud heads towards Zhang Zhiyue's coffin.
"I'm wrong! I'm wrong! I'm wrong!"
Knock once, then say a word.
After knocking, he still knelt on the ground and knocked his head towards Xia Qingchen: "The special envoy of the Nebula Sect arrives, and he is far away."
Xia Qingchen glanced at the extinguished fragrance and said lightly: "Good luck."
These four words, but scared the monarch and Wu Die heart beat.
Just now, Xia Qingchen was indeed preparing to kill the monarch himself.
The monarch trembled: "Under the mistakes, please envoy Master."
Xia Qingchen looked at him calmly and slowly said: "You are Zen, in the future, Zhang Wangya will be in charge of the Principality of the Iron Horse."
This is tantamount to a thunderbolt on a sunny day.
The monarch is about to plead, but finds that Wu Die is secretly giving himself a look, and stop talking.
Because she knew very well, Xia Qingchen still had unfinished killing intentions.
If he is angry, he may kill the monarch now.
"The royal family also migrated out of the Principality of the Iron Horse and will not return for life." Xia Qingchen wrote lightly.