moon shadow

"" Don't ask me why Mao Huanmu is small

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"Who is coming?"

There was a loud sound of shouting and stopping in his ears, and Si Nongyue suddenly pulled the rein, only to see several members of Simen's family more than ten feet ahead.

It turned out that it was in front of the gate of Simen...

Si Nongyue's worried expression flashed past, and she approached on horseback, and said expressionlessly to those people, "You don't recognize me?"

His handsome face was hazy in the thin rain, and his expression was shockingly calm.

Immediately someone shouted: "Young Master!"

Si Nongyue said: "Get out of the way." His tone was very light, but there was a kind of power that important people could not resist.

The horseshoe marks on the ground were still clear. If he rushed to the execution hall at this time... it would probably be too late. Thinking of this, he couldn't help cheering up, and with a wave of his whip, he was about to enter.

A group of disciples couldn't help giving way, and after a while, they came to their senses, chased and surrounded them, and shouted: "Young master, don't drive your horse in!"

Si Nongyue finally showed impatience between his brows and eyes at this time, he shouted in a low voice: "Get out of here." After saying that, before everyone could dodge, he whipped the horsewhip again, and went straight in.

Everyone didn't dare to obstruct him because of his status as the young master, but seeing that Si Nongyue looked uneasy, and it was obvious that something was going to happen, they immediately sent someone to inform the elder who was in charge.

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Along the way, there were people who saw Si Nongyue galloping inside the Si gate and wanted to stop him, but Si Nongyue picked them up and threw them away one by one, relying on his rapid progress in the past few days.

Although it didn't take much effort, it took a lot of time to accumulate it. Si Nongyue was a little anxious in his heart, but on the surface he remained calm because of his long-standing habits. This made him even more irritable inside.

Even the few soldiers with low martial arts guarding the execution hall could intuitively feel that Si Nongyue was exuding a gloomy energy under his calm appearance, so the leader came up tremblingly and clasped his fists: "The punishment hall is heavy, I hope the young master... ..."

Si Nongyue didn't give him a chance to continue talking, and said directly, "I'll mention someone."

The man felt that he was breaking out in a cold sweat, but he didn't dare to bear the consequences of neglecting his duties, so he had to bite the bullet and said: "Young master, you must be allowed by the elder or the sect master to enter and exit the punishment hall."

Si Nongyue didn't say much to him, but snorted, as if she was about to strike.

"Nongyue, you came in in such a hurry, but what happened?"

At this time, an old and thick voice came in, but an old man rushed over, he was still far away, but what he said seemed to be close to his ears, which showed the profound power of his skill.

Si Nongyue turned her head and saw that it was Elder Zhan, who was followed by a disciple of Simen who reported the letter out of breath.

He frowned imperceptibly, slandering the old man's lingering spirit, and said calmly, "I'm here to return my subordinates."

Elder Zhan seemed to walk in a leisurely manner, and he suddenly arrived at Si Nongyue's side.

He was taken aback when he heard Si Nongyue's words, then stroked his beard and smiled and said, "Nongyue, you must have made a mistake. How could there be your subordinates in the torture hall?"

"I just received that subordinate not long ago, so the elder may not know about it." Si Nongyue said, and he turned to ask the pawn guarding the gate of the execution hall, "Has someone been escorted here a few hours ago?"

Facing the young master's questioning, the pawn naturally didn't dare to hide anything, and replied honestly: "Yes, he was the only one who came back from the secret guards sent to investigate Yiditang a while ago."

"Elder, it seems that the subordinate I picked is also top-notch among the dark guards." Si Nongyue said, "It's rare for me to ask my father for such a good job. The punishment hall."

Elder Zhan also showed regret, and said: "I also know that hidden guard, except for Cang He, my subordinate, he is the most talented." The old man sighed, but changed the subject, and continued: "But the rules It cannot be abandoned, he led fifteen people out to carry out the mission, and he was the only one who came back in the end. It is not an exaggeration for him to pay for fifteen lives with one life."

Elder Zhan said sincerely, if Si Nongyue is really a 16-year-old boy, he should really be confused.

Si Nongyue was worried that Yinfeng, who had not recovered from her poisonous wounds and internal injuries, would not be able to survive in the execution hall, and when she thought of how badly she was deceived by this old man in her previous life when she was young, she became even more unhappy.

He sneered and said, "Father gave him to my bodyguard earlier when he was sent to perform the mission. If he made a mistake, he should be punished and I should be punished. What's the matter with shutting down the punishment hall?"

"I know you cherish your talents." Elder Zhan didn't think it was wrong. He just thought that Si Nongyue was a young man who couldn't tolerate other people's preaching, so he shook his head and said, as if Si Nongyue's refutation of him was to let down all his fists. Meaning, "But the hidden guard is seriously injured, even if he recovers, he will not be as good as before. Why don't I send you a hidden guard by your side, how about it?"

Si Nongyue didn't speak, and he responded directly with actions. With a movement of his body, he had already pushed away a few pawns who were stunned in front of the gate of the execution hall, and went inside.

Although Si Nongyue was far from Elder Zhan's opponent, he was confident that Elder Zhan would not be able to stop him as long as he did not dare to hurt himself.