One Qi Chaoyang

Chapter 130 129: Decision

Zhao Fuyun and Zhu Ke had been talking about the Red Flame God for a long time. It was from him that Zhao Fuyun learned that the Red Flame God sect is also divided into Puzhao, Shengri, Xihe, Taiyi, Kuihua, Shaoyang, and Laoyang.

The evil sects among them are Taiyi, Kuihua and Laoyang. If no one told him, he would have no idea that there were so many factions within the Red Flame Sect.

Among them, the Taiyi sect is the most secretive and the most terrifying. It is said that this sect is extremely domineering and secretive.

Speaking of the most inhumane secret of the Taiyi sect, it is that a bronze bell is often hung as a symbol within the sect.

Zhao Fuyun couldn't help but think of the copper bells hanging on the eaves of many people's roofs after entering here. He couldn't help but wonder whether there was any difference between copper bells and copper bells.

I couldn't help but look at Zhu Ke a few more times, wondering if he was hinting at something.

Then he looked at Lan Hui next to him and found that he was lying on the table, as if he was drunk.

The two chatted until late at night. Zhao Fuyun went back home, feeling confused and puzzled. When he arrived at the courtyard where he lived, he found that there was someone else living in the same courtyard.

The man was sitting by the window reading a book. When he saw Zhao Fuyun come in, he just nodded.

He returned to his room, waved his hand as he entered the door, and the lights in the room were lit, but he could not calm down for a moment.

He came here with a mission. Tomorrow he would throw out the bronze sword and shield Taoist soldier, and there would be bloodshed here. Of course he felt uneasy.

He paced back and forth in the room, trying to see if there was any way to have the best of both worlds, but he couldn't find one. Finally, he waved his hand to extinguish the candle, sat on the bed and calmed his mind.

Before I knew it, the sky was turning white.

Faintly, he seemed to hear a sound coming from next door.

The sound was like the faint sound of a bell, like the sound of someone chanting sutras while striking a small bell, which woke him up from his meditation.

After he opened his eyes, the bell sound disappeared again, but he felt that he was not mistaken. In that state of concentration, he indeed heard the bell sound that seemed to come from the sky.

He opened the door and heard the monk in the same courtyard doing morning prayers.

He came to the yard, inhaled a breath of fire from the sky, swallowed it into his stomach, and then exhaled slowly. This breath entered the void like smoke, causing the void above his head to burn, as if a ball of fire had been spit out of his mouth.

He felt his gazes and found that the person in the next room was standing by the window looking at him. When he looked over, the other person smiled and nodded.

This person was wearing a white middle-length robe at this time, and Zhao Fuyun also saw the pattern on his left face, the pattern was golden red.

Zhao Fuyun felt that although this person was smiling, there was indifference deep in his eyes.

Time passed quickly, and today was the wedding day of Lan Hui and Princess Huqiu.

The entire Guanzhong was bustling with activity, and the flames in the void seemed to be even more vigorous. The sun had just come out, and the entire pass seemed to be burning, as well as wrapped in an invisible flame.

But it didn't feel particularly hot.

Zhao Fuyun suspected that if people outside wanted to come in at this time, they would not be able to get in at all. If they wanted to peek inside, they would see nothing but endless flames.

Because when Zhao Fuyun looked up he could only see the fire cloud covering the checkpoint.

He was led by servants to a large hall called Chenzhong Hall.

Zhao Fuyun didn't know if it was because of what Zhu Ke said last night that he had some more thoughts in his mind. He always felt that the name of this temple was related to the Taiyi Sect.

Moreover, this temple looks like a giant bell.

He went to look for Zhu Ke and found that Zhu Ke was also sitting in a corner, looking at the Shenzhong Palace.

I couldn't help but walk over and said, "Brother Zhu talked about so many sects in the Red Flame Divine Sect last night. Do you know which sect the prince belongs to?"

Zhu Ke said, "The prince has always said to others that he is a member of the Holy Sun sect."

"Holy Day?" Zhao Fuyun recalled what he had said about the teachings of the 'Holy Day' of the Red Flame Divine Religion.

The Holy Day sect believes that the sun above the ninth heaven is sacred and unique, and is holy. It is a gentle and cold sect.

The prince indeed seemed to be acting in that way, as if he had lost his temper even when being forced by Tiandu Mountain. However, Zhao Fuyun did not think so. He felt that the Prince of Zhennan had a sinister temperament and was absolutely incompatible with the teachings of the Holy Sun Sect.

There were many people in the hall, so they didn't know what to say. At this time, Xie Anlan appeared in front of them, greeted them, and they exchanged pleasantries.

Zhao Fuyun looked at so many people and thought about the bronze sword and shield Taoist soldier in his arms. He thought in his heart, with so many people here, even if he let them out, how could the dean succeed?

At this time, he put himself in the role of a killer and became nervous.

But he remained calm on the surface, observing everything.

Then he thought, if he really wanted to kill someone, he would have to first ask Zhennan King Lan Shaoxun what his plan was. He had to let him speak.

So, he first said goodbye to Zhu Ke and Xie Anlan beside him, saying that he had something to talk to the prince about. They just nodded. It was not strange for people from Tiandu Mountain to want to talk to the Prince of Zhennan at this time.

Zhao Fuyun found a waiter and asked him where the prince was. After knowing that he was from Tiandu Mountain, the waiter reported to a steward, who then took him to find the prince personally.

They came to a hall nearby. It was relatively quiet, but there were many people coming in and out. They were all servants, busy with their work, and few spoke. The butler took him to sit in the guest room. He sat there, feeling uneasy, looking at the layout of the guest room. On the east wall of the guest room, there was a painting of a red sun, shining brightly, and the world was a brilliant red glow.

When he first came down the mountain, he set up a Taoist temple in the small house in Wu Ze. He was not afraid to fight against so many people who raised poisons and tamed evil spirits. But now he was nervous and uneasy.

Because he knew very well that his decision today would determine the situation between Guangyuan Prefecture and even Qianshan Kingdom under Tiandu Mountain.

How can we not be nervous about such a major event? It not only determines the fate of thousands of monks, but also ordinary people, who will be affected as well. As for how many people will be affected, no one can say for sure.

He sat there, slightly closing his eyes. The holy sun in the painting hanging on the wall was like a sun in the room, shining brightly amid his thoughts.
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At this time, there was a man kneeling in front of Lan Shaoxun. It was his son Lan Hui. Lan Hui's face was red, obviously because he had been slapped.

"Lan Hui, you must remember that you have the blood of the Lan family in your veins. Your mission is to continue the family bloodline and maintain the family's honor. If you cannot do any of these two things, then you are not worthy of being the son of the Lan family. Don't think you can just walk away. I will not allow you to leave and ruin the Lan family's reputation. Don't ever think of leaving the Lan family."

Lan Shaoxun said angrily and in a low voice.

"But what you did, father, will also bring about a catastrophic disaster." Lan Hui said with a painful face.

"Qianshan Nation, one mountain, one nation. We joined Qianshan Nation with a checkpoint, and from now on we are the masters of our own house. You don't understand. It was the Zhou family and Tiandu Mountain that forced us to do this." Lan Shaoxun lowered his voice and said, "Hui'er, I know you are worried that this will not work, but you have to know that your father is still the leader of Taiyi Sect, and you are the young leader."

"If they dare to do anything to us, we will turn Guangyuan Prefecture into a sea of fire. No one will be able to escape. At that time, any disaster will be borne by me alone, and you will be the new Taiyi leader who no one dares to provoke, and the head of the Lan family."

At this time, someone outside shouted, "Master, Zhao Fuyun from Tiandu Mountain wants to see you."

"Hui'er, go and get ready. The auspicious time is almost here." Lan Shaoxun opened the door of the sacrificial hall and walked out.

Lan Hui was kneeling on the ground, looking at the rows of spirit tablets, a trace of confusion appeared in his eyes.
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Zhao Fuyun heard footsteps entering the room and opened his eyes.

A middle-aged man in a dazzling white robe walked in, and his face seemed to have just been angry.

Zhao Fuyun felt as if a ray of sunshine walked in, dazzlingly bright.

Only after closing my eyes could I see clearly that there were only some faint red lights hovering around him.

He was sure that ordinary spells could not harm him at all, and that mysterious light was enough to block most spells.

He stood up from his seat and bowed, saying, "I am a disciple of the Upper House of Tiandu Mountain. Zhao Fuyun greets His Majesty."

"Well, you are Zhao Fuyun who killed Meng Yanhu. You don't look that good, but Meng Yanhu actually died in your hands. You are really a waste. Why don't you wait in front to drink the wedding wine and come here to see me? What's the matter?"

Lan Shaoxun's words actually calmed Zhao Fuyun down.

He could see that Lan Shaoxun must be angry. Maybe it was because his son Lan Hui was unwilling, which made him angry, or it could be something else.

However, none of this matters anymore. When the incident had not yet happened, Zhao Fuyun felt uneasy, but after meeting the man in person, he calmed down instead.

"I am just lucky. The main reason I came to see the prince this time is to ask you something." Zhao Fuyun said slowly.

"What qualifications do you have to ask me? I've invited you to a wedding, so just watch carefully. If there's anything to say, let Ma Sanhu talk." Lan Shaoxun said coldly.

Zhao Fuyun didn't know whether this was his natural temper or he needed to deliberately show such a tough attitude in front of himself so that Tiandu Mountain behind him could see it.

The purpose was to tell Tiandushan that not only would he form an alliance with Qianshan Kingdom, but he would also do so fearlessly and in an open and aboveboard manner, and would never do it in secret.

"Your Highness, I am here on the order of Dean Ma." Zhao Fuyun paused here. At this moment he still hesitated, but quickly suppressed all other distracting thoughts. Sometimes, you have to make a decision when you need to. Only when a person is strong can he walk freely among all the forces and do things according to his own preferences.

But now he can only stand on the side of his own sect, no matter right or wrong.

Of course, since Dean Ma wanted to kill Lan Shaoxun, no one could say that he was wrong.

Lan Shaoxun raised his eyebrows and said, "Oh, then just let him do it himself."

"Okay." Zhao Fuyun responded, saluted, turned around, and a bronze ball had fallen to the ground.

With a loud bang, the bronze ball, which looked very solid, shattered into small pieces of bronze the moment it hit the ground.

Each piece looks like a small bronze man hugging his knees, with a shield on his back. In the air where the fragments are flying, the brilliance of metal is surging, and they quickly stretch out and turn into bronze men.

And among them, there was a sword light that rolled towards Lan Shaoxun.

A faint sword chanting sound was heard in the living room.

Zhao Fuyun didn't even look at it. He just walked quickly towards the door.

He was going to leave here, regardless of whether Ma Yuanshou succeeded or not.

Outside, there was still singing and dancing, a lively and festive atmosphere, and the sound of gongs and drums was still deafening.

But Zhao Fuyun felt that the fire cloud in the sky suddenly boiled up at that moment.

A pressure suddenly arose.

(End of this chapter)