Chapter 122: trap

Zhao Bingmo loves his son as his life, and everyone in the Palace of Burial Soul is well known.
No matter how ridiculous the lunatic is in their hearts, they will pretend to be in front of them, because Zhao Qing is nothing, but Zhao Bing Mo is not easy to provoke, even Lian Yulian has to give her a three-point thin face to avoid its sharp edge .
But now, Zhao Qing is dead.
Zhao Bingmo leaned against the stone wall, his arms folded, his face expressionless.
No frantic anger, no killing, and she stumbled under her feet after listening to the message. She stood firm for the next moment without saying a word.
Bu Xueyao was shocked, but he didn't dare to say more than a word. He couldn't even say the false consolation of "Sorrow", and could only enter the Du'e Cave pretentiously.
According to Zhao Bingmo's instructions, he was going to send people to grab those animals one by one, intending to take a blood sacrifice to calm his anxiety, but did not expect that the gang of waste entered the secret room, and was soon forced out , Falling down at his feet, like the mud that he couldn't support.
The nature that Bu Xueyao brought with him was not a waste of indiscriminate amounts. Those who had been controlled by drugs certainly did not have the ability to drive them out. Thinking of this, he lowered his eyebrows and pushed the door into the secret room.
Sekong also sat cross-legged in the cave, finger stroking the strings, wiping them, and the piano trembles.
He is a blind man, Bu Xueyao is light and powerful, and without these humans who are mad at seeing people, he could have approached quietly.
When a person rushed, Bu Xueyao would pierce the other person's throat with a backhand. Seeing the blood light would appear, the piano sound suddenly turned, but when it was heard, it seemed like a thunder exploded in his ear, and Bu Xueyao's veins He was shocked, his chest was stuffy, blood was pouring into his throat, and he swallowed it back.
The man missed his head, this knife wiped his neck, but Bu Xueyao suddenly shook his wrist, the blade fell down, and fell into the man's chest.
The smell permeated in the secret room, frowning in the empty space, but the movements of his hands were slower. The music of "Ask the Water" pierced the ears and touched the mania, making the movements of the animals slow down.
"He's not dead yet." Bu Xueyao knew that he had exposed the trail, he opened his mouth and kicked the animal that had just fallen to the ground. The latter groaned very thinly, "But if I don't save him, almost."
Sekong's palm pressed the strings without saying a word.
"Xi Buddha is really a good method. The medicine of the Nu family has never lost its effect, but you can calm down their irritability with a piano tone, preventing the medicinal properties from spreading indiscriminately with indulgence." Bu Xueyao raised his lips, "Yixi Buddha The ability to be trapped in this little crossing cave by the slave family is nothing more than a compassionate heart, and your kindness does indeed give these people a chance to be rescued, but their lives are still in the hands of the slave family. Here, if I want, let alone Lord Buddha, Lord Yan ca n’t keep it. "
Sekong finally spoke: "Save one's life and win the seven-level float."
Bu Xueyao laughed loudly, with a slightly sarcastic tone: "Nujia's life, he can't be a good person, he has too many rules, and he has troubles. Since he has been a bad person, he must of course be bad in the end, even after the 18th floor after death. Hell went through one by one, and it was not a waste of life and death at this time. The master can't pass me, Fodu has a relationship, and the heart of the slave family has been rotten. "
Sekong shook his head and said, "How can you let go of these people?"
"People don't tell secret words, I just told them to let them go, and the master must have been unbelievable." Bu Xueyao smiled, "If you want to make a deal, I will keep them here, and I won't intervene. Destiny, see if they can wait until the day they are rescued ... As a condition, the master will follow me and see our palace master, how? "
"Heliangong, the dearest friend, asked Shan Shan, the poor monk should be far away, but ..." Suddenly, Sekong said, "Although the donor is not a monk, he should treat each other with sincerity."
Bu Xueyao raised an eyebrow: "Why did the master say this?"
"You didn't plan to let these people go. The words Feng implied murderous intentions. Although the poor monk was blind, he was not deaf."
If Sekong really left, no one in this cave could survive.
Bu Xueyao looked cold.
What the old bald donkey said is that the priests are all empty, and their mirrors are dust-free. In fact, they have a lot of eyes. It is more difficult to fool than many people who have seen Buxue far away. They are really old and not dead. They are thieves.
It stands to reason that if it is not good, it should be hard, but Bu Xueyao knows his weight. He has good martial arts, ghosts and ghosts, and poison.
However, he is not an opponent of color.
This time he was able to trap Sekong, thanks to the blind faith of the wrong person, he was stabbed by his disciple behind and fell down, he took advantage of the opportunity to lay down the animals and use the Buddha's compassion to trap people it's here.
But no matter how much, Bu Xueyao couldn't do it.
His fingers rubbed against a small bottle around his waist. There was a poisonous spider that Bu Xueyao intensively cultivated, and also his favorite poison. It was only a moment of rubbing and finally let go.
Sekong has Xuan Xinqin in his hand, hiding the machine front in one string and one step, Bu Xue is inaccessible, and ordinary poisons can't help the masters of internal powers, and increasing the dose may damage Helian Yu. Instead, he was also restrained, really annoyed.
He was in trouble and suddenly heard a sneer from behind.
Bu Xueyao hadn't looked back, a cold light had passed before his eyes, as if a crescent crescent in the sky turned down, across the sky in an instant, only Feixing fell.
The star was smashed to the ground, but it was scarlet.
The closest animal to Bu Xueyao lost his head.
The headless body fell to the ground and was hitting Bu Xueyao's instep. Rao was so accustomed to killing that he couldn't help but look pale.
The head is still on the moon.
The blade of a crescent crescent hooked on the head of a blood-drenched man, who was dead, but one hand slowly stroked his eyelids.
"Even this little thing can't be done well, I think the more you live, the more you go back."
Zhao Bingmo pulled up the corner of his mouth, his face was still bloodless and pale, but his eyes were still so extraordinary. She glanced at Bu Xueyao, then tossed her head in the air, and slammed it firmly on Xuan Xinqin.
The head hit the strings, making a dull noise, smell coming, and a drop of Yin Hong wet the empty hands along the strings.
Buddha's fingers were as steady as Taishan's fingers, trembling at this moment.
He could n’t see, he could only turn his head in the direction of the sound, and heard the familiar sound—
"Old bald donkey, since you are compassionate, I'm going to kill you." Zhao Bingmo faced the tall monk, with a violent turbulent wind in his eyes, and he was still at the next moment, "You want to save people , Do n’t be a tortoise, get your life under my knife! "
Twilight, the moment of magic.
Chu Xiwei personally sent away Ye Fusheng.
The two of them exchanged their identities, both pretending to be each other. Ye Fusheng led a group of people down the mountain secretly, while Chu Xiwei walked in Wuxiang Temple with his majestic identity.
Ye Fusheng was still joking before leaving, saying that the two were separated from each other, Chu Xiwei just laughed and did not speak, but he was anxious.
They all say, "If the two feelings are long, how can they be in the morning and evening" (Note), they are naturally not fooling men and complaining about women, but the time left for the two is really not much.
Regardless of whether the situation is now pressing and the blessings are so great, the "Yu Meng" is simply unsolved, and Ye Fusheng has little time left. Now that Sun Minfeng's whereabouts are unknown, the "Extremely Cold Blood" is still silent. Chu Xiwei saw him more and said a few words, but he was embarrassed by the stolen time.
He was in a hurry, but he couldn't mess with himself.
Back to the left wing room, Xuan Su was already waiting in the room. Ye Fusheng deliberately explained to him before he left, but when he really saw Chu Xiwei dressed like this, he also felt a sense of trance.
There is no shortage of easy-to-dress hands in Bai Guimen. Although it is not as seamless as Xiao Yangu's, it is also superb in skill. The mask is generally made, and the nuances have been added. Chu Xiwei was similar to Ye Fusheng's stature. He used a little bone-shrinking skill and said a little more. Not to mention the outsiders who didn't intersect deeply, even Xuansu almost couldn't see the clue.
He knew for the first time that someone in the world could imitate each other so far, even eyes and small movements were brilliant, if not talented, they were too familiar.
Xuan Su felt a little subtle, but he grew up on the mountain. He had never seen these worlds, so he had to eat back his full stomach with doubts. He just poured a cup of tea and said, "The martial arts meeting will start tomorrow. "
Chu Xiwei was busy mobilizing personnel to secretly pile up and arrange route plans on this day. He did n’t return to Wuxiang Temple until now. He heard the words and raised his eyes: "Who will host?"
After the fire in the Tibetan scriptures and the abbot died, who could be qualified to preside over the meeting?
"The fire disaster in the Tibetan scriptures has been actually done for the Burial Soul Palace, but it can hide the fire thunder in the temple from the sky, no matter how the Seruojin Temple has unshirkable responsibilities, this time I have to retreat to guilt, Helping by the side to make up for the merits, the affairs in the temple are temporarily handled by the Hengming and Hengyuan generations. "He paused and Xuan Su said," Today I will use this to unite everyone to put pressure on him. Hengming has to say that he will go to the first crossing tonight. Please ask Zen Buddha Sekong to go out to preside over the overall situation, but I am worried ... "
"Sekong was banned from the Toue Cave by the burial of the Soul Palace. Hengyuan was riding a tiger this time. In order not to fight the grass and startle the snake, they must hand over the 'West Buddha'." Chu Xiwei's finger tapped on the table. Two things must be determined. The first is that the person who burned the Tibetan scriptures must not be the intention of Helian Yu. These methods are cruel and cold but they are actually effective, and they forced the Soul Palace to chaos. The second is what we will see tomorrow. 'Buddha' is either fake or has been controlled by them. Either way is our chance to seize the horse's feet in the funeral palace. "
Xuan Su looked startled.
He was indifferent to the innocent death of Duan Heng Dao, the abbot, and the monks in the Jinglou. He wished he could use the sword to avenge the arsonists, but now after Chu Xiwei's analysis, he was surprised to do it. People in such crimes are actually good for themselves.
For the overall situation, this is a good move, but for the small situation, he is difficult to accept.
However, things have come to an end.
Chu Xi looked down at the complex look of Xuan Su, but he didn't say much. He had another calculation in his heart. Although something went wrong in the Huozang Jingjing Tower, from the perspective of this style of action and standpoint analysis, he almost didn't hesitate, Chu Xi Slightly suspected that Zhao Bing Mo.
He remembered what Shen Wuyuan told him before leaving: "Zhao Bingmo is a mad woman, and she does whatever she can to achieve her purpose, so you can't help but trust her, and you can't trust her all."
If Zhao Bingmo burned the Tibetan scripture building, then she might have counted on the matter of the floating turret, but Chu Xiwei didn't understand it. With Zhao Bingmo's vision, it was impossible to rashly send someone to take prisoners, and eventually pay the wife Another soldier.
People say that Zhao Bingmo loves her son sincerely and regards Zhao Qing as his life, but according to Chu Xiwei's observations over the past few days, Zhao Bingmo's predecessors and those of the former are different. Indifferent and cold like looking at an outsider.
If it was n’t for her brain, it was her trap.
As the sister and sister of the former Burial Soul Palace, under the control of Helian Yu, he can climb to a high position above the tens of thousands of people under the left guardian. Zhao Bingmo's ability can be very human. Since she is not crazy, it means she has made a choice.
Throwing the bait, catching big fish, and waiting for the king to enter the urn before he ran out of the net.
It's just that everything has a cause and effect. Zhao Bingmo sets up such a trap, and is willing to let the child go to the wolf. And why?
All kinds of thoughts rolled in my heart, and suddenly, Chu Xi was slightly horrified!
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Note: From Qin Guan's "Magpie Bridge Fairy. Fibre Cloud Trick"