Chapter 72 Chapter 72: Such a head

"Hiss" sounded. Ling Lin tore off a piece of pink skirt, and silently covered the wound on Yi Feng's left palm. Yi Feng was numb, and it was hatred that made him numb. But his numb heartstrings couldn't help trembling slightly at this moment. He struggled, trying to pull his heart out of this subtle trembling, and also took his palm out of her small and delicate pair of hands. Pulled out from the white palm. However, he looked into her weeping eyes, he looked at her drooping hair, and he suddenly realized how cruel it would be to do this. They knelt side by side in a pool of blood, and neither of them looked back.

But they don't know that at this moment—— At this moment, in the shade of the trees outside the pavilion, a young boy suddenly and without a sound came out. On his thin but strong body, he was dressed in a pale yellow-like golden clothes. sandalwood box. His body is so light, so light that he didn't make any sound when he moved, but his eyes were heavy, falling heavily on Ling Lin's body. He stared blankly at Ling Lin, his eyes seemed to burst into sparks of frenzy, and then he finally coughed lightly—— Yi Feng and Ling Lin were startled suddenly, they turned around like lightning, and shouted in unison:

"Who?" The young man raised his eyebrows, swept to the side of the pavilion, held up the sandalwood box with both hands, and said loudly: "The disciple was ordered by his master to come to pay a visit to 'Iron Ji Wenhou' Mr. Lu!" Yi Feng's whole body shook, his eyes shot out, and he sternly shouted: "Who are you? Who is the Commander?" He could no longer think of the name he had held his breath for a long time, and at this moment, it was suddenly exposed by a young man he had never met. This sudden stimulation, like a sharp needle, pierced his numb heart hard. All of a sudden, he felt that the blood that seemed to have completely congealed just now began to flow rapidly all over his body.

His eyes were fixed on the young man like lightning, but the young man still stood proudly and said loudly: "Disciple Zhong Jing, under the order of my teacher, I will deliver this worship box to Daxia Lu. If you are Daxia Lu, please accept this box and you will know. If you are not Daxia Lu, this disciple will resign." He stretched out his hands straight, holding the extremely exquisitely carved sandalwood box motionless, his voice was clear and clear, and his attitude was calm. Yi Feng had never seen such a young boy with such a calm expression, as if nothing could change. As if to panic him.

But when his gaze passed Ling Lin, his calm gaze immediately spewed out fanatical flames. This kind of gaze did not match the expression on his face, just like animals flying suddenly on the snowy ground in severe winter, Yifeng Jianmei Yixuan, with a cold snort, reached out and took the exquisite sandalwood worship box. Ling Lin stared at them with wide eyes, and saw that the young man "Zhong Jing" handed the box in Lu Nanren's hand, then turned around and wanted to leave, and she suddenly shouted coquettishly: "stop!" The boy Zhong Jing was stunned for a moment, and then stopped. Although his face was still expressionless, if you look carefully, you can see that all the muscles on his face seem to have stiffened.

He said slowly: "The disciple is already on an errand, I don't know what orders Lu Daxia has." Yi Feng stared at the pattern of the sandalwood box, and said coldly: "Please open this box for me." At this moment, he was already suspicious, afraid that there was something vicious in this box, so he said this on purpose. The young Zhong Jing gave him a cold look, and said slowly: "The teacher only asked the disciple to give this box to Lu Daxia, but never asked the disciple to open it, and if Lu Daxia does not want to open this box, it has nothing to do with the disciple."

Although his voice was slow, his words were extremely sharp, Yi Feng raised his eyebrows and was about to speak when Ling Lin scolded: "Tell you to open it, you just open it, what are you talking about?" The boy Zhong Jing's eyes sank, and in his heart, as if he was about to make some important decision suddenly, he was silent for a long time, and suddenly took the sandalwood box from Yi Feng's hand without saying a word. Yi Feng looked at the young man's quiet expression, bright eyes and handsome face, then looked back at Ling Lin, and saw a gleam of joy in her bright autumn waves, as if she was secretly admiring the young man's obedience. The ground sank, and asked:

"how old are you?" The young Zhong Jing also seemed to be taken aback by his sudden question, turned his gaze, and still said slowly: "This student will be seventeen this year." There was a pause, and his tone suddenly became cold: "This question has nothing to do with Master Lu, and this disciple does not have to answer, but this is the first time that Master Lu has asked this disciple, next time what..." He suddenly stopped speaking, raised his right palm, and lifted the box, Lu Nan sighed to himself! "This young man not only has a silent demeanor and sharp speech, but also treats people with great tact. Although he is a little arrogant, he is arrogant, neither humble nor overbearing, just the true qualities of a young man. Sigh, I don't know who can train this kind of disciple... Could it be... "

There was a sudden movement in his heart, but he heard Ling Lin calling out to herself, she covered her face and turned around. Yi Feng's heart shuddered, and he looked intently, only to see the young man holding the worship box, standing straight on the stone steps in front of the pavilion, without even turning his eyes. And in this extremely exquisite sandalwood box, under a light yellow paper card, there is a human head with a fluffy bun but no trace of blood. In an instant, Yi Feng felt his whole body tremble again, and reached out to snatch the red sandalwood worship box.Uncovering the paper card, staring at it, I saw that the face of this human head was old and pale, not only did it not have a trace of blood, but there was no trace of blood, as if it was a wax head.

But as soon as this face came into Yi Feng's eyes, he couldn't help shouting in surprise, and said in a trembling voice: "Cinnabar Palm You Majesty!" He never imagined that the head in the sandalwood box was actually the golden-clothed incense master of the Tianzheng Sect Lianghe's main rudder, that is, the cinnabar palm You Maharaja who he cheated to death! Startled, he raised his eyes and scolded: "Stop! Who called you here?" Zhong Jing smiled coldly and said: "Since the disciple didn't leave just now, he won't leave now either. Daxia Lu can just rest assured."

He paused, then said coldly: "As for who ordered the disciple to come, the disciple thought that Daxia Lu had already guessed it, but Daxia Lu didn't guess it, as long as he looked at the letter of worship that the master gave along with the box, he would know." He stared straight ahead without moving, as if he was afraid that he would see the girl in pink again. When Yi Feng heard the words, he couldn't help being stunned, and unfolded the paper with one hand, only to see that it read: "His Excellency, Marquis of Tieji Wen from Lu Nanren Xun Qi: Your Excellency is powerful in martial arts, famous all over the world, has no chance to know Jing, and often feels hatred. The news of your death was suddenly reported a few years ago. I am really surprised and inexplicable. Now I know that this news is actually a misinformation. Your Excellency's small tricks are already fooling the eyes and ears of the world, because I admire your mind and mind, because I and Your Excellency are really bright for a while, and the heart of sympathy and sympathy is unavoidable. Your Excellency will avenge you with one palm outside the city of Baoding Mansion, and give you the head of this fool to avenge your hatred for Zhong Nanshan's sword strike. You will kill the ignorant child from Changbai before your Excellency, and your Excellency will remove it The promiscuous wife—” Seeing this, Yi Feng couldn't help shouting loudly, almost bursting into flames in his eyes. I saw the following: "It can be seen from this that I have done the utmost of benevolence and righteousness to Your Excellency, but Your Excellency has chosen to be my enemy. Doesn't it make me sad?" Yi Feng stared and cursed: "Shameless, humble, extremely shameless, extremely humble!" But see below: "Today I have something to go to the south of the Yangtze River, and I can no longer meet with you, I am even more regretful!" Yi Feng sneered: "I regret it even more!" He really wanted to eat this person's flesh and sleep on this person's skin. The following reads: "Duanyang in May this year, I respect the Realgar Aijiu at the Nanhu Yanyu Tower, but I hope you can come and get drunk, and I will meet with you by fate, and I will have a good time at that time. I dedicate this to you and ask Jin An .” The following is named, naturally: "Here comes Xiao Wu, chief rudder chief of the seven north and sixty-three rudders of Tianzheng Sect." Yi Feng's palms were already trembling with anger, he wished he could tear this cold-blooded letter in half. However, there is still writing on the back: "And: "There are still two things, I must thank you, one is that you generously destroyed the mask on the face, so that I can feel at ease from now on; the other is that your BMW is indeed a marvelous horse, and it is very convenient for me, but you actually gave it to me It is no wonder that your generosity is known all over the world as a gift of this horse. "And then: "Everyone in the martial arts today knows that you are not dead. Isn't it a pity that you abandon the name of the sect? Smile." Ling Lin turned her head quietly at this moment. Although she didn't look at the letter in Yi Feng's hand, she saw the angry expression on Yi Feng's face. She knew that there must be many unsightly words in this letter. So she quietly stretched out her hand and squeezed his arm. I don't know-- Yi Feng suddenly flipped his wrist, and the purple box in his hand flew out, and the light yellow letter in his hand was also torn in two, but the young Zhong Jing, who was standing quietly in front of him, remained motionless. Standing there, the eyes just looking at Ling Lin's jade face seem to spew fire.