final conspiracy

Lin Mufeng came out of the inn and stood at the door, his brows were slightly furrowed, his eyes were dull, and his heart was extremely chaotic.What reverberated in his head was the huge information shock brought by Junjiang Wine.

He leaned against the wall of the inn, unconsciously clutching the hilt of the blood-weeping sword.

die?impossible.

Committed to people?Just kidding!

He closed his eyes in pain.

"Hey, hey, look at him, does he look like Mr. Lin back then?"

"What are you thinking about? Mr. Lin died long ago! Even if it were, it's impossible for him to look like this."

"Oh, that's right. The talented Lin back then didn't practice martial arts. He was probably a Jiang Hu guy who looked similar to Mr. Lin!"

Lin Mufeng heard the voices around him, and his mood was slightly pulled back from the chaos.He glanced lightly at the few people who gathered around and whispered quietly, and walked towards the outskirts of the city lightly.

There is a huge cherry blossom forest on the outskirts of the city. It turned out that Lin Mufeng would go to see the cherry blossoms every year.Although there is no flower at this time, but as the favorite place to come to when he is sad, he still subconsciously chose this place.

He leaned against the trunk of a tree, closed his eyes, this person looked very gloomy.Slightly raised his head, there was a breeze, with the breath of green grass.

"What should I do...?" Lin Mufeng whispered.He let go of the Weeping Blood, let the Weeping Blood Sword fall to the ground, and slid on the ground himself, burying his head in front of his knees.

what do I do……

Jun Jiangjiu buried himself on the bed.The result was similar to what he thought, but it still worried him.After hesitating for a while, he got up and walked out.

Sure enough, I still can't worry.

Coupled with the sensation of drinking blood to weeping blood, he could faintly feel that Lin Mufeng had gone to a place in the suburbs. No matter how detailed it was, he could only notice it when Lin Mufeng used weeping blood.

He rushed to the outskirts of the city, but was stopped by a person halfway.

The man was dressed in black clothes, with a flat face, but almost no breath at all.

It's a shadow guard.

The visitor clasped his fists to Jun Jiangjiu and said, "Your Majesty would like to invite you to a gathering and have a word with you."

"Let him talk to others, I have something urgent." Jun Jiangjiu said coldly and planned to go around him, but stopped because of his words.

"Your Majesty said, Mr. Lin will definitely be very embarrassed when he finds out your identity."

His eyes were dim, Jun Jiangjiu resisted the urge to draw his sword on the spot, a soft smile appeared on his lips, and he chuckled softly, "Threat me?"

If the emperor wanted to tell the truth, it would be fine if he was killed.

"Don't dare."

For a moment, no one spoke between the two of them, and the silent atmosphere was full of tension.

After a long while, the man clasped his fists again, and said in a deep voice, "Lord Zuijiang, you don't think he doesn't know why Mr. Lin came to Beijing." As soon as he finished speaking, his pupils constricted, and his whole body tensed subconsciously due to the murderous intent coming to him. , There was cold sweat streaming down his forehead slowly.

It took a long time for Jun Jiangjiu to accept the killing intent, and gently hooked his lips: "Okay, then I'll go chat, chat, chat with him." His voice was soft and deep, which was really pleasant to hear.

"Please."

The entry of Jun Jiangjiu and the well-dressed man did not alarm anyone.

The emperor was drinking tea alone in the imperial garden, and there was no one around.Looking up, he saw Junjiang wine standing in front of the table at some time.

There was a gentle smile on his lips, but no matter what, it only made people feel a cold and dangerous breath.

"Your Majesty invited me here to talk about the funeral of your concubine?" His voice was the same as his smile, soft and cold, like a whisper of sympathy for the danger in the world.

The emperor couldn't help letting out fear from the bottom of his heart, and the hand holding the cup was trembling slightly.He took a deep breath and said, "Your Excellency should be clear about my purpose."

"Heh." Jun Jiangjiu responded with a chuckle that he didn't know whether it was ridicule or disdain, "What do you want to say, what does it have to do with me?"

"That kid Mu Feng likes you." Seeing that he was unwilling to have a proper talk with him no matter what, the emperor had no choice but to state the purpose of the conversation from now on.He stared closely at Jun Jiangjiu, hoping to see his expression fluctuate, but unfortunately——

Nothing at all.

As for Jun Jiangjiu, although he didn't show it, his heart was filled with dreadful waves.

Mu Feng... also likes him? !

"Now, I think this conversation has something to do with you." The emperor stretched out his palm and pointed to the seat, "Please sit down, let's have a good chat."

"No time." Jun Jiangjiu said coldly.He can confirm in person whether he likes it or not, but he is really worried about Lin Mufeng being alone in that state.

The emperor didn't expect Junjiang wine to be soft and hard, and he was stunned for a moment.

Jun Jiangjiu took advantage of that and turned around to leave.

"Wait!" the emperor said hastily, and he simply stood up, "Although I am not very good at martial arts, I am quite accurate in judging people. I watched Mu Feng grow up, and I think his feelings for you are good—even if He doesn't even know it himself. And you also like him, right?"

Jun Jiangjiu finally turned around and smiled mockingly: "So?"

"I hope Mu Feng can be happy. He has suffered a lot." The emperor said, "He can't recognize his feelings, and he won't admit it. For this, his father has to bear most of the responsibility.  …His father never I don't think men can love each other, even if there is love." The emperor's eyes were a little sad.

Jun Jiangjiu narrowed his eyes and said, "Oh? Could it be that His Majesty still wants to work part-time when he gets old?"

"Not necessarily." The emperor's words without hesitation successfully choked Junjiang wine.

With a low laugh, Jun Jiang said with wine: "If this is just what His Majesty wants to say, then please leave." This time he walked very quickly, and did not stop because of the emperor's words.

Must hurry over.

Drinking blood is shaking and contending.

Jun Jiangjiu couldn't help feeling a little anxious.

Seeing that he disappeared in just a moment, the emperor couldn't help but sighed deeply, sat on the chair for a long time, and then walked slowly towards the imperial study.

Lin Mufeng buried his hair in a daze.Perhaps because he was too frightened, he didn't even hear anyone's footsteps.

"Lin, Mu, Feng."

It wasn't until the call with a sneer sounded that Lin Mufeng quietly raised his head.

Wang Zi'an, holding a long sword in his hand, stood not far away, looking at him with a sneer.

"What kind of blow has our Mr. Lin suffered, and we have come to this remote woods to seek comfort? Where's your Miss Qian? Huh?"

Lin Mufeng picked up the Weeping Blood Sword in his hand, glanced at him lightly, but didn't reply.He was abnormally quiet.

"I'm talking to you." Wang Zi'an saw that he didn't answer, and there was a little twisted anger in his expression.

"You have regressed a lot compared to before." Lin Mufeng said lightly.He stood up and pulled out the Weeping Blood Sword.

With the injection of inner strength, his black hair danced without wind, and his clothes fluttered, like a banished immortal from the nine heavens.

indifferent

"At least it turned out that you hid it pretty well." Maybe it was because of a bad mood, Lin Mufeng spoke very mercilessly, "It seems that the general's mansion is powerful enough now, and it can make you put your mind on the bright side."

Wang Zi'an's face suddenly changed.

He snorted coldly: "Our General's Mansion is always better than your Lin's."

After finishing speaking, he drew out his sword and attacked Lin Mufeng.

He didn't believe that a person who hadn't practiced martial arts for two years at all could beat him, a person who practiced desperately since he was a child!

Lin Mufeng turned slightly to avoid the attack, and the warm white light of the Weeping Blood Sword attached to the blade, forming a graceful arc with the movement of his arm.

The Weeping Blood Sword buzzed cheerfully, and struck at the side of Wang Zi'an's neck.

Wang Zi'an dodged sideways, and attacked Lin Mufeng's abdomen with a backhand sword.He was short and slashed falsely, and immediately changed the slash to stab, and the long sword burst out with blue light.

Lin Mufeng turned backwards, using the power of the roundabout to bring out a sword energy, followed closely, and with a twist of his wrist, sword shadows appeared, all stabbing at Wang Zi'an.

The two of them went through dozens of tricks in an instant, and Wang Zi'an finally lost to Lin Mufeng, and gradually bowed down.

His eyes were red and he roared angrily.

"No—! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" As he roared, his body started to turn red and bigger, as if he was propped up.There was a bewitching red light flickering on his collarbone. With the flickering, his muscles swelled, and his whole body stretched to more than two meters. His eyes were red, as if he had lost his mind.

Lin Mufeng was taken aback.He has never seen this kind of scene where a person turns into a monster, and he can't advance or retreat for a while.

But now, he vaguely felt that Wang Zi'an's changes, including his temperamental changes over the years, had a lot to do with the red light on his neck.However, the current situation does not allow him to think.Wang Zi'an's body became very hard after the mutation, and it took a lot of strength to hurt him.

Lin Mufeng injected more internal energy into the weeping blood, trying to injure Wang Zi'an with a sword, but a sharp pain came from his heart in vain.

The internal force that had just been condensed dissipated instantly, but Wang Zi'an's attack had already entered his eyes.

Lin Mufeng rolled on the spot, rolled out of the attack range, enduring the pain in his heart and dodging in embarrassment.

The only good news is that the berserk Wang Zi'an doesn't know how to use swords and sword moves, but only instinctively kicks, bites and bites.

The cherry blossom forest was left in a mess by the two.

Lin Mufeng felt that the pain was slightly relieved, so he poured his internal energy all over his body, drew the long sword in his hand, and drew a cross in front of him.

The cross quickly became solid, and slowly but persistently pushed towards Wang Zi'an.

Wang Zi'an yelled, clenched his fist and waved towards the cross.

"Tearing——" came the sound of tearing flesh and blood, accompanied by the sharp and piercing sound of metal friction.

Wang Zi'an's clenched right fist shattered instantly.

bloody

He was insane from the pain, and with a large movement, he threw Lin Mufeng, who had no strength in his body, out.

Lin Mufeng was slammed onto a broken cherry tree, covered his heart with one hand, coughed up blood, and panted heavily.

In his current state, he no longer has the strength to do anything else.He could only watch the enraged Wang Zi'an attack him with another fist.

He closed his eyes and smiled wryly to himself.What is it all about.

At this moment, the Weeping Blood Sword suddenly buzzed, and the warm white light radiated from the sword, and it flew up by itself, piercing Wang Zi'an's fist straight.

At the same time, Jun Jiangjiu's angry voice came.

"If you are like this, can't you take two steps less? Isn't it enough to walk around the inn?"

Clothed in black, he greeted the berserk Wang Zi'an with blood in his hand.

"Jun Jiangjiu, the necklace around his neck!" Lin Mufeng shouted.His heart and lungs were in torn pain, and he collapsed back to the roots of the tree, gasping for breath, his body curled up slightly.

Looking for an opportunity to get close to the necklace, Jun Jiangjiu said angrily, "Can't you just say a few words less?"

In a flash, he appeared above Wang Zi'an's head, and the blood-drinking sword pierced straight into the Tianling Gai.Taking advantage of Wang Zi'an's effort to raise his head to the sky and yelling, he broke the necklace's rope with a single sword, tapped his toes on Wang Zi'an's shoulder, jumped up with his strength, and caught the flying necklace without looking at it. Received storage.

Wang Zi'an lost the necklace, and shook like drunk, then passed out and fell to the ground, splashing a large cloud of dust.

Jun Jiangjiu didn't care about him, and took Lin Mufeng back to the inn room.

At this time, Lin Mufeng's sanity has begun to collapse, and he can only rely on perseverance to support him.

"Have you thought about it?" Jun Jiangjiu put Lin Mufeng on the bed and supported him on top of him.

Lin Mufeng closed his eyes and ignored him.

Jun Jiangjiu took a deep breath, grabbed his chin with one hand, and said forcefully, "It's useless to think about it."

After finishing speaking, he directly attached Lin Mufeng's slightly parted lips due to shock and anger, and sucked.

The taste of fresh blood filled his mouth, and Jun Jiangjiu licked the blood off his lips with some distress.

While proceeding, he did not forget to guide the raging energy in the ghost talisman and introduce it into his body.

In the dead of night, when it was supposed to be the quietest time, there seemed to be crying, faintly coming from the window with yellow candlelight.