refuse to be a teacher

Chapter 169 Confrontation

At that moment, maybe even Yan Jue didn't realize what happened.He barely stood still while leaning on the wall just now, the crazy man waving his fists in front of him has already plunged headlong into the bloody water on the floor, completely losing consciousness.

And Yun Zhehuan was panting heavily behind him, her eyes were staring like copper bells, and two lines of water dripped down her slender eye sockets slowly, it was hard to tell whether it was blood or tears.

She strode forward, stretched out her trembling fingers, and tried her best to pinch a large piece of cold skin from the back of the pillow on her neck.Then he raised the short knife, and with a hand full of salty blood, he once again spared no effort to stab into his chest, which was weak in breathing from the pillow.

"This... a knife, I'll give it back to you." She murmured inarticulately.

Immediately afterwards, the second knife slashed across his neck in chaos and darkness.

"This knife, for my father, and the entire Baiwu tribe..." She said slowly, "They taught you to raise you...and never did anything...to be sorry for you."

"From the pillow, I don't know what kind of heart you have to stay in the Northern Territory and serve my father all this time."

"My father, including the elders, will never hide their approval and recognition for you. They treat you so well...even everyone in the clan thinks that you will replace me and become the next patriarch."

"And you...and you?"

Yun Zhehuan twisted Congzheng's neck like crazy, and asked tremblingly again and again: "Are you worthy!! Congzheng! Tell me, why——!"

A desperate cry made the entire tunnel reverberate.

Yun Zhehuan has really lost her mind, or maybe she has never been rational.

Once the dagger pierces a person's head, the person will most likely die suddenly on the spot.

Yan Jue looked at the pillow, and he was almost dead.The ferocious and ferocious person just now was lifeless at the time, but Yun Zhehuan strangled his neck with one hand and whispered in his ears one after another, roaring like a wild animal.

She repeatedly asked why, and Yan Jue's heart trembled in horror with that look of shattered consciousness.

"...Enough." Yan Jue finally couldn't bear it any longer, and stopped her in a low voice, "He's dead."

Yun Zhehuan froze, stopped his movements first, but soon held the short rusty knife tightly in his hand, pressed it against the blood-stained cheek from the pillow, and said with fear: "He...he didn't die... ..."

Yan Jue glanced at the eyes that were out of focus from the pillow, and the bloody hole on the top of his head that was nearly a finger's width away, resisting the nausea in his stomach, and said to Yun Zhehuan, "He's really dead."

Yun Zhehuan stretched out his hand to poke under the nose of the pillow, and immediately retracted it like an electric shock.

"Dead... dead...?" she asked again.

Yan bullied impatiently, "He's dead."

Then he supported the wall with both hands, carefully picked up the copper lamp that fell into the pool of blood, raised his eyebrows high, and illuminated a long dark passage above their heads.

Yan Jue looked at Yun Zhehuan and said, "...Is it going up from here?"

Yun Zhehuan's whole body was limp, he bent over and fell back to the wall, and said in a daze, "I can only go up from here."

"You go up first." Yan Jue ordered coldly, "Move faster, don't dawdle."

Yun Zhehuan's eyes turned slightly, and then he said dumbly: "I can't go up, I... can't walk at all."

Yan deceived: "If you don't leave now, you will die here."

After all, he didn't intend to delay with her any longer, turned around and jumped lightly, hooked the edge of the opening with his hand, and jumped in immediately.

After all, Yun Zhehuan didn't want to sit and wait for death. Although her body had obviously reached the point of exhaustion, her instinct drove her to follow closely behind Yan Jue, holding her fingers firmly on the stone wall, and climbing up meticulously.

As a result, there is no communication between the two of them, and they are no longer obsessed with speaking out. The road is shrouded in shadows, and they only rely on a tiny copper lamp to illuminate their progress.

Unexpectedly, Yun Zhehuan once had all kinds of extreme prejudices against Yan Jue, but in this life-and-death situation, she chose to remain silent—or, in other words, she had no extra strength at all No more disputes with Yan Jue.

However, the last calm before the storm didn't last long, and Yan Jue didn't even have time to take this opportunity to breathe a sigh of relief.

When he walked halfway while bowing and carrying the copper lamp, he suddenly stopped, then stopped consciously, looked up at the dimly lit place at the end of the opening, and stopped making any movements.

Yun Zhehuan didn't know, so he asked, "...what's going on?"

Yan Jue didn't answer.

After a while, the faint light of the copper lamp gradually dimmed, and was completely covered by a series of flames burning not far away.

——At the exit near the ground at the other end of the passage, a thin and icy sharp long sword was slowly protruded, unbiased, and it was right down against Yan Bao's neck.

There was a bright light in front of him, and a group of people held up the torches and surrounded the exit of the passage completely.

At that time the sky was just dawning, Yan Jue was covered with wet and mottled blood, and under the firelight, Shen Miaozhou had an unusually soft but also extremely sharp side face.

"...Come here, take him down for me!!"

With a sudden shout, dozens of people poured out from all directions, armed with swords, and stepped forward to block the passage.

So Yan Jue was dragged out of the ground by a group of people holding his shoulders, without even expending half of his own strength.

Immediately afterwards, there was Yun Zhehuan who was covered in bruises behind him.When she was forcibly dragged and brought to the ground, even Shen Miaozhou couldn't help taking a few steps back, clutching the tip of her nose, and pulled back the torch a little bit in horror.

It was as if she was afraid that this little bit of light would sting her eyes.

At that time, I went there overnight, but the sky was still dark.Yan Jue roughly glanced outwards for a week, and found that it was so far away from the place where he fell just now, that the dim yellow shadow of the wooden house could hardly be seen.

"...The undercurrent is raging in the mountain just now, and the direction of the wooden house where the master is located, the traces of true air flow are obvious." Shen Miaozhou's eyes were reddish, and at the same time, she did not forget to turn her head and order the disciples behind her, "Hurry up and take a group of people over there to have a look. , don’t put Sect Leader Mo in danger.”

All the disciples quickly said yes, without any delay, they rushed towards Mo Fuqiu's place.

Yan Jue's eyebrows twitched, his attention was distracted for a moment, and when he came back to his senses, the cold sword edge in the hands of the visitor was already stuck in his throat.

"There have been countless foreign visitors to Mount Lingtai recently, but this is the first time I have seen people who refused to go up the mountain through the main entrance."

"What a skill...Yan bullying." Shen Miaozhou's eyes were full of hatred, but she still maintained the calmest state, bullying Yan word by word, "Who gave you the courage to sneak up on Mount Lingtai?"

And Yan Jue remained expressionless.

In fact, he should have expected that there was a crippled Mo Fuqiu at the other end of the passage, and at this end, there was probably nothing good going on.

So he was silent for a long while, and then laughed along with him.

"You are also very capable." Yan Jue suddenly said, "The head wife and the deputy head are blatantly cheating on people... How dare you do such a shameful thing?"

As soon as the words came out, all the disciples around showed horrified and unbelievable expressions, obviously ignorant of this matter.

Yan Jue wanted to say something to delay the time, Shen Miaozhou's face was mostly blue, and she crossed the long sword to pierce his throat in one fell swoop.

Yan Jue closed his eyes habitually, but the moment the sword tip passed, only a bloodstain was hastily cut on the side of his neck, and a strong wind came from the air beside his ears, instantly sealing all Shen Miaozhou's next movements, and then the darkness before his eyes There was a rush of people's heads, and a tall and indifferent figure slowly walked out from the place behind where the fire was faint.

The long sword fell to the ground suddenly, making a series of crisp ending sounds.Shen Miaozhou turned around in astonishment, and called out involuntarily: "Gu... Junior Brother Gu...?"

"Senior Sister is too impulsive."

Wen Pianhong was dressed in a light and clean blue gown, even from a close distance, except for the customary black gauze cap on his head, there was no obvious difference between him and the disciples of the Lingtai One Sword Sect.

A wild wolf got into the sheep pen and acted as a guard dog.And this group of stupid Aries still don't know what they are going through.

Yan Jue raised his eyes indifferently, but Wen Pianhong squeezed his jaw forcefully.The strength in this person's palm was extremely strong, and within a moment, Yan was forced to lie in front of him in an almost crushing posture, and slowly knelt down on the ground.

Shen Miaozhou's eyes were reddish, she raised her voice and said, "Junior Brother... don't hesitate, kill him!"

Wen Pianhong acted as if he hadn't heard of it, just leaned over a little, stared at Yan Hao coldly with condescending eyes and said: "...Since you are here, Xue Erjin must be on this mountain too."

Shen Miaozhou was in a hurry, she immediately stepped forward and grabbed Wen Pianhong's arm, she couldn't control herself and said: "Junior brother, what are you asking him for?"

Wen Pianhong still lowered his voice, and bullied Yan, "Where is Xue Erjin?"

Yan Jue was indifferent and remained silent for a long time, then Fang faintly said: "...I don't know."

Wen Pianhong said: "You are not afraid of death."

Yan Jue looked sideways indifferently, looking at the thin layer of sunlight beyond the mountain.

"But in this world, there are always things more terrifying than death." Wen Pianhong squinted his eyes, holding Yan Bully's sharply sharpened mandible in his palm, and even made faint stabbing noises under the vigorous force.

Yan Jue always had an expression on his face until a line of scarlet blood spilled from the corner of his lips, then he withdrew his gaze, turned to Wen Pianhong and said: "It is true... the original owner of this skin on your body has experienced it before."

Shen Miaozhou's brows trembled, and then she deceived Yan: "You...what are you talking about?...What do you mean?"

The disciples who didn't know the so-called surrounding circle looked at each other in blank dismay, but Wen Pianhong himself looked calm, as if the truth that Yan Hua said had nothing to do with him.

"Is it Gu Hebai, or Wen Pianhong..."

Yan Jue slightly raised his eyebrows, looked at Wen Pianhong again, and said word by word: "Aren't you still clear in your own heart?"