The prince is very cruel

This seemingly small distance often takes a long time to cross, but finally, with the joint efforts of the couple, this endless stretch of mountains was conquered by them!

Late at midnight, Guan Ning, with a full moon above his head, finally grabbed the roots of a pine or cypress tree as thick as his thighs.

But this time, he didn't dare shout loudly, for fear of attracting people from Bashan.

boom!

He reached the top of the cliff with one hand, his whole body sweating and his muscles trembling.

Lou Xinyue couldn't help but worry about him, but she never worried that he would fall.

boom……

Guan Ning carried Lou Xinyue on his back and climbed to the top again, and this time, it was the courtyard in the back mountain where the ancestor had come to meet him.

He was breathing heavily, but did not dare to stay for too long. He looked around first and saw that the courtyard was still the same courtyard, and the chickens and ducks enclosed by the fence were still there, but the old ancestor was gone.

The poor and leisurely courtyard is completely deserted.

Through the front mountain, you can vaguely see the light of fire, as well as the sound of crying and some musical instruments played by the wake.

Guan Ning felt inexplicably sad. Even if Bashan would not help him, he did not want his ancestor to die unjustly!

Lou Xinyue seemed to see his sadness, and she gently opened her red lips and comforted him, "The old ancestor died in the arms of the old valley master. I believe he has no regrets in this life."

"What we have to do is help him save Bashan."

Guan Ning nodded: "I suddenly thought of someone again."

"Who?" Lou Xinyue was curious.

"The old man in gray who has always been by the old ancestor's side is his personal attendant. He has been with him all his life and is quite skilled in martial arts."

“I came here and it just occurred to me.”

"That day, the ancestor was poisoned, and he was not around. He didn't show up afterwards. I wonder where he went?" Guan Ning frowned.

Lou Xinyue asked, "Do you suspect this person has betrayed our ancestors?"

Guan Ning shook his head: "No, my intuition has always been accurate. This old man can't possibly betray our ancestors."

"I'm worried that he was killed too."

Lou Xinyue felt heavy when she heard this.

"Forget it, the truth will always come to light. You spread the word for me and I'll do the digging!" Guan Ning's eyes were fixed on the pine tree standing on the edge of the cliff.

"Okay." Lou Xinyue nodded.

Soon the two of them divided the work and began digging.

According to what our ancestors said in the letter, there must be something under the pine and cypress trees.

Guan Ning found the hoe that his ancestors used to hoe the fields, and then began to dig in the moonlight, bang, bang!

Every sound of a hoe was loud, but fortunately this place was hidden enough and no one could have imagined that someone could climb up from the bottom of the cliff.

At the same time, a wooden prison on Bashan Mountain.

Although it was late at night, there were still torches everywhere and many guards. Everyone was dressed in mourning, but they were not keeping vigil.

Da da da……

Suddenly, footsteps were heard in front of the wooden prison, and a man walked out of the darkness with his hands behind his back and a look of victory on his face.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk."

"Nie Nan, I never thought you'd become like this one day. It really lives up to what our ancestors said: fire has no constant state, and water has no constant shape."

Inside the wooden cell, Nie Nan, who was beaten and covered in bruises, raised his messy hair. His blood-red eyes peered through the hair and suddenly burst out, "Ah!"

Long Yun took a step back in fright, but Nie Nan failed to rush out. Instead, he was knocked down by the chains and fell to the ground in a miserable state.

"Hahaha!" Long Yun laughed loudly: "Don't you even look at yourself? Are you worthy enough to fight me?"

Nie Nan rasped, grief-stricken: "Tell me, was it you who killed our ancestor?!"

Long Yun sneered, slowly squatted down, his expression gradually becoming sinister, and whispered in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "So what if it's me?"

"Starting tomorrow, I will be the new master of Bashan. I will inherit everything from my ancestors, and you will have to go to hell with that old man."

"Hehehe, let me tell you another secret. I've already discussed this with Governor Song. I'll do what our ancestors are unwilling to do. I will definitely restore the glory of the entire Shu region!"

Nie Nan, who had learned the truth, could not accept it. He was filled with rage and roared, "Ah!"