Yang Shu Mei Ying

Chapter 23: Yang Shu Mei Ying (YSMY)

The hall that was still full of voices became silent in an instant. Everyone looked at Gao Fang on alert, and there were sounds of swords sliding out of their sheaths from time to time.

Xin Bai and Yuan Kangshou frowned and looked at each other, standing out, and the Jin Yi young man also hurried forward. An empty space was left among the crowd, surrounding a few people among them.

Xin Bai looked at the Jin Yi young man, and said solemnly: "Master Song is sure? Don't wrong the good guys. "

It turned out that this Jin Yi young man was the only Song Lanyu who survived the Song family. Song Lanyu stared at Gao Fang fiercely, gnashing his teeth: "Of course I can be sure, even if he turns into ashes, I can recognize him! Big Brother Chu has also seen him, and I will definitely not be mistaken."

Gao Fang looked at Chu Feiyang together with the others, and Chu Feiyang only nodded lightly. Although his face was calm, Gao Fang knew from his eyes that the purpose of his trip was completely hopeless.

Song Lanyu showed a distorted smile on his face. It was after he had suppressed his vengeance for so long, he suddenly felt excessive excitement when he saw the enemy fell into the trap. His eyes seemed to have seen Gao Fang being torn apart in front of him, and his voice was a little unstable: "Heaven's reincarnation, retribution does not sorrow. There are more than 300 souls in my Song family, but they are all waiting for you!"

Gao Fang stepped back a few steps and waved his hand again and again: "Wait, wait—" He glanced at the surrounding martial arts masters who were waiting in battle, smiled and said: "I didn't mean anything, I swear. I just want to see the scenery of the first martial arts school in Zhong Yuan Wulin."

Naturally no one believed him, and no one responded to him. Gao Fang moved his steps carefully. After looking around for a weak spot, he continued to smile: "You don't believe it?! Then I'll say I'm actually here to find Chu Feiyang for something personal. Do you believe it or not?"

Song Lanyu drew a long sword from nowhere, and pointed at Gao Fang angrily, "Dare to talk nonsense when you die. What can Dage Chu and you have as a private matter?"

Xin Bai also made a deep face, and his hands moved slightly.

Gao Fang didn't pay much attention to them. He had spotted a gap in the crowd surrounded by layers and moved quickly and rushed over. Wherever his figure went, there was a faint smoke and a little scent. People within three steps of him had no strength to fight back and fell one after another, clearing a way to the outside of the hall.

Seeing that he was about to rush out of the encirclement, a fierce palm wind suddenly came from behind. Gao Fang could feel the heavy pressure. He knew that being imprinted on his body by this palm, he would have to spend half his life if he didn't die, but he still gritted his teeth, didn't dodge or hide, and received this palm.

There was a burst of pain in his chest immediately, and he actually jumped out of the crowd with the help of palm strength, and disappeared among the rocks in the courtyard outside the hall.

Xin Bai took people and chased him out. Chu Feiyang walked to the people who fell to the ground and took a look. Fortunately, they had just fallen, and there was no life worry. Song Lanyu awkwardly carried the long sword and wanted to chase him out, but was held by Chu Feiyang.

Song Lanyu looked at him with red eyes. Chu Feiyang patted him on the shoulder and said softly: "If you don't have martial arts, chasing him out is futile. You may only suffer. You and Miss Mei waiting here. Take care of these people. Meng Yuan and Master are both here, and they will definitely ask for justice for you."

After speaking, he walked out of the hall door, disappearing into the sunlight outside.

Gao Fang Qiang endured the fishy sweetness in his throat and suppressed his unsteady breathing. He waited until the messy voices outside gradually disappeared before daring to cough twice and spit out a mouthful of blood. He clutched his chest and staggered out behind the huge rock he was hiding in. He looked around and chose a direction to go forward.

The scenery in front of him was getting blurry, and the steps that were too heavy to lift began to float slightly. The sound from all around came to his ears as if through a thick layer of cotton, which was soft and erratic. Gao Fang stopped and shook his head. The power of this palm is greater than he imagined. Even if he had taken the pill to protect his heart, he could still feel the vitality in his body passing quickly.

The surrounding sky spun around, and his eyes turned black and bright, and he saw the ground getting closer and closer, until his face touched the cold ground.

Before losing consciousness, Gao Fang saw a pair of white boots stopping in front of him. After that, he lost all awareness.

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In the mountains, there is no sunshine all day long, and the places are wet and mosquitoes breed. Jun Shuying sat cross-legged quietly on a slightly dry stone, his hands and feet locked by huge black chains. That was the thing that had locked countless martial arts masters, and the chain body was shiny black, exuding a Yīnyīn* chill.

T/N: Yinyin: solemn.

Because he couldn't see the sun, Jun Shuying couldn't know how many days he had been locked up. Calculated on the basis of three meals a day, it was almost a month past.

Fortunately, I have not reacted violently as I did a month ago, no longer dizzy, nausea, and vomiting. If it weren't for the fact that the internal force was not stable from time to time, Jun Shuying would have doubted that the damn thing in his body was gone, and that he had returned to normal.

The environment here makes Jun Shuying go crazy, and messy scratches can be seen everywhere on the wall, showing a desperate arrangement, printed with blood, conveying a strong fear.

Jun Shuying thought that Qing Láng would not detain him for a long time. He couldn't tell the reason, but he felt that way. But for so long, apart from the ghostly deaf and mute old man who came to deliver the food, no one was ever seen. Qing Láng seems to have forgotten him, or he planned to lock him in this dark place forever?!

Jun Shuying dare not think.

He also hoped for Gao Fang, but time has passed so long, there is no news of Gao Fang. Originally, the heart with some hope slowly sank, until he sank into the abyss that he himself couldn't see, colder and colder.

Jun Shuying didn't dare to think about the future. I dare not think about what to do in six months. I dare not think about what he would become if Qing Láng kept him here. Will his despair also be imprinted on the wall?! Mix with other messy traces until the next hapless guy trapped here sees them. Even so, no one knows which is his.

The more you think about it, the closer you are to collapse. Jun Shuying urged himself to calm down, grasping every moment to adjust his internal breath, and feeling the pitiful internal force running in his body, so he could get a trace of comfort.

Wow! There was a sound of water outside. He knew that it was the old man who delivered the meal, facing a person who was alive but dead, and it was of no help to his heart that was slowly falling into panic. Jun Shuying simply didn't open his eyes to see him. Anyway, he would disappear after the meal was delivered.

This time it was not as he expected. A clear voice with deep irony sounded in this dim mountain: "Jun Zuo Shi, don't come unharmed. "