Chapter 161: Master, Take You Flying

" Ye Wangxi, not a man at all."

""

A few moments of silence, a sudden boil

All eyes were focused on Ye Wangxi, whose face was downcast, eyes closed, and he did not say a word.

Not a man

Is this handsome, tall young man actually a girl's body?

The words were like drops of water in a wok, and they instantly sent a wave of heat through the air, followed by a buzz of words that crackled like a splash of boiling oil.

" Ye Wangxi is a daughter"

"Oh my God how"

"No wonder Nangong Si didn't blame her, he clearly knew about it, then Song Qiutong just now"

"It's all about self-preservation and planting evidence."

"It's too sinister to accuse someone of something you didn't do just to clear your name."

"But I still don't believe it, Ye Wangxi, how can you be a woman and not see it at all?"

Nan Gongliu's eyes flashed coldly as he stared into the dark eyes revealed by the man in black and said, "Sir, don't be presumptuous, where did you get the evidence?"

"If you are not weak, let Nangong Si out." The man in black said, "Fortunately your son, though wild, is still a decent man, not as cold and heartless as you."

""

Seeing Nan Gongliu's face rise in a layer of greasy sweat, he clenched his fist and said nothing, the man in black said coldly, "Why, you let go."

Nan Gongliu waved his sleeve and said, "It is not for an outsider like you to dictate to me how to teach my unworthy son."

Those who did not believe the man in black could not help but be shaken by his words and reassess Ye Wangxi's handsome face, trying to find a trace of her being a woman.

At this point, a man in the crowd suddenly said aloud, " Master Nangong, this is your fault."

Mei Hanxue, clad in fox fur, stood smilingly in the light and shadow of a lamp, saying, "Aunt Ye Niang, though handsome, is an uncompromising daughter, and Your Mightiness, as a man, should have mercy on her, and as an elder, should be generous and kind. How can you bully a girl like this so as not to lose face to the Confucianism School?"

He said, "I am not ashamed to say that I once met Aunt Ye at Peach Blossom Yard and I thought that she was a very brave and heroic woman, different from the weak willow. After learning Aunt Ye Niang's skills, I was impressed by the fact that the Confucianism School is full of great men and women are also very good at what they do, and I applauded Aunt Ye Niang's school. "

"May Your Mightiness, you and Ye Wangxi have only met once and it is only natural that you would be mistaken." Nan Gongliu's face was dark, but he still had a smile between his lips and said, "For the sake of Kunlun Snow Walk Palace, I'll let you off the hook, but don't let your eyes wander again."

His words were not as calm and collected as they had been at first.

The man in black laughed lightly, "Duke Mei's reputation for being flirtatious is known throughout the world. If he cannot tell whether a person is a man or a woman, I am afraid there is no other person in the world who can."

When Nan Gongliu heard him say this, he was enraged and said stiffly, "Just now you accused Ye Wangxi of insulting Song Qiutong, but now you say Ye Wangxi is a woman, so you are simply trying to disturb the integrity of my Confucianism School and ruin the reputation of my school. The school's reputation is being tarnished."

The man in black said, "If I don't do this, how can I make Prince Nangong see the true nature of Aunt Song's mother? If he marries the wrong person, he will be disgusted for most of his life."

"But you have clearly made a valid point, not to mention that if Ye Wangxi is a woman, how did the vermilion on Song Qiutong's wrist disappear?"

"Ask her yourself, why ask me." The man in black sneered, "Not to mention that there are thousands of male disciples up and down your Confucianism School, Master Your Mightiness if you have the time, you can question them one by one, and you will surely find a satisfactory answer."

Nan Gongliu felt a thorn in his back as he stood there for a moment, then suddenly turned his head towards Ye Wangxi and said, "Come here! "

""

"Nan Gongliu stared at Ye Wangxi's face, betting that he still had the most important bargaining chip in his hand. He knew that Ye Wangxi had a deep love for his son and did not want the Confucianism School to be discredited, "Tell everyone who you really are.

Ye Wangxi was always obedient, the most obedient pawn on his chessboard since he was a child.

He even remembers vividly when Ye Wangxi was thirteen years old and was ordered to the splendid halls of the Confucianism School.

The door of the hall was closed tightly and they were alone.

He sat on a cold, flashy seat and looked down at the girl of thirteen, not yet hairy, wearing a small green and blue coat, with satin tied in her hair braid and a small silver bracelet on her hand.

He smiled and said to her, "Forgetfulness, you have been called here today, and you already know the meaning."

Ye Wangxi knelt down and kowtowed long: "Yes, Your Holiness."

"Your righteous father has been seriously injured many times before and his bones are damaged, so he is no longer fit to be the Commander of the Secret Guards. You are his adopted daughter and a childhood friend of Nangong Si's. I cannot trust anyone else but you."

Ye Wangxi does not rise, but remains quietly crouched on the ground, her slender neck exposed under her bun, like a lamb being led to its death.

Nan Gongliu said, "You have a great talent and a great future. I would like to make you the head of the Confucianism School's secret guards, who will be in charge of one of the 72 cities. In this way, you will not only be a relief for your father, but also Nangong Si's right-hand man. From now on, he will be in the light and you will be in the dark, and together we will inherit the glory of the School of Confucianism for a hundred years."

He paused.

"However, if you don't want to, that's fine. Your father will still be able to support you for a while, so I will look for a more suitable candidate. This is too great a sacrifice for you after all, and I know it in my heart, so you don't have to force yourself."

When Nan Gongliu had finished, he changed his position on the high seat and waited calmly. This girl was fatherless, motherless and without support, and with full assurance in his mind, he waited for her to nod.

At last Ye Wangxi straightened her back and she looked at him quietly.

For a moment, Nan Gongliu shuddered, as if she had been able to see through the girl's calculations and fake smiles, but the next moment, Ye Wangxi said, "My life was given to me by my righteous father, and there is nothing I would not do to repay his kindness."

Nan Gongliu was quiet for a while and sighed, "I'm sorry for your trouble after all."

Ye Wangxi said quietly and indifferently, "It is I who should be thanking Your Holiness, who has been so kind."

Nan Gongliu turns to the subject: "But the Confucianism School has always been about the superiority of men over women, and women have always been weak and womanly. Only a man in this world can convince the people and be worthy of commanding a city. You are so smart, you should know what to do."

Ye Wangxi was silent for a moment, and then, in front of Nan Gongliu, she removed the silver bracelets from her hands and the ribbon from her braid, and then she removed her jacket, leaving only her white midriff. When she had done so, she let her hair fall back into a ponytail and tied it up high. The sun shone in on her, and she was as strong as a pine, though still young.

"Not bad." Nan Gongliu dripped, reminding her, "You should dress like that from now on, but don't you forget, there's the sound."

Ye Wangxi drops her eyelashes, having noticed from the moment she entered that a golden shear had been set up in advance in front of her seat.

She picked up the shears and, with a vengeance, smeared them down her throat.

Blood dripping.

"The old sound dies out for life."

She slowly spat out the eight-word incantation, before closing her eyes and tossing the shears down in front of the mat.

Nan Gongliu stared at the bloodstains on the shears for a moment and said, "Good, good. Henceforth you are the successor to the chief of the Dark City, the Ye Gongliu of the School of Confucianism, and even Nangong Si, I would tell him to give you the third degree"

Ye Wangxi opens his mouth, but his voice is already a different kind of teenager.

"Please, Your Holiness, from now on do not leave your righteous father alone, I would like to share in the trouble."

So Nan Gongliu knew Ye Wangxi all too well.

For ten years, she has learned all the manly manners, without missing a beat, and when she had her hair, she took a secret medicine every day and endured the pain of the medicine alone, so that she grew into her present masculine physique.

In his eyes, she was a dog raised by the School of Confucianism, and she would never betray it in return for her upbringing.

Ten years ago she slit her throat and spilled blood to change her voice forever.

Today, she would not disappoint him either.

He bets that Ye Wangxi will help him.

As long as Ye Wangxi says "I am not a woman", what can people do if they don't believe me?

The man in black obviously thought so too, he took two steps forward and stood in front of Ye Wangxi, raised his hand to block her way and said, " Nan Gongliu, Aunt Ye has already spent all her blood and dedicated all her years for you Confucianism School, now you can't be sophomoric, do you want to use the rest of her life to sacrifice "

Nan Gongliu was about to speak up and argue again when suddenly, in the distant night sky, an orange-red dot of light rose into the clouds and exploded into the sky, and someone else had caught a spirit-horned deer.

But in the face of this Confucianism secret, it did not matter who had won, no one cared who had come second, and all eyes remained locked on the centre of the hall, where tables and chairs had fallen to the ground, tables were broken in half, mysterious black-clad masters lay between Nan Gongliu and Ye Wangxi, the groom was trapped by his father in a knot, and the bride was on her knees with tears on her face. The bridegroom is trapped by his father in a knot, and the bride is on her knees, her face streaked with tears, sobbing uncontrollably.

It was so unexpected, from accusations of fornication, to husband and wife turning against each other, to daughterhood, and now the Confucianism School's headmaster denying it. This is a hilarious story that will be the talk of the teahouses and pubs in three to five years' time.

Who cares about the three poor deer?

So no one was aware of the dark red gash that slowly opened above the dense forest until the sound of fireworks suddenly rose and fell, and the jays in the forest flew in terror, fleeing into the depths of the night, until the twenty flames of the messenger flower exploded at the same time, illuminating the night into a sea of blood.

Only then did the people in the Hall of Poetry and Music realize that something was wrong and flocked to the parapet to see

"What's going on?"

"Why are all the fireworks going off together?"

"Look what's up there in the sky, you guys."

"Heavenly Rift"

"It's the sky crack."

A dead silence fell over the hall, followed by shrieks and screams: "Upper Fairy World, how can there be a Ghost World?"

"Above Hunting Woods Court."

"Brother my brother is still over there."

"Sister."

The crowd was like fish in a pond, crowded together in one place, panic and shock were the bait that was thrown into the pond, causing the water to swirl. At this point, not caring about the scandals of the sects or the secrets of the jianghu, Nan Gongliu, probably to save face, shouted with his sound amplification: "Don't be alarmed, it's just a ghostly rift in the sky, you are all in the School of Confucianism, Nan Gongliu will not cause any damage to the guests! "

He waved his hand and summoned his sword, stepped on its blue hilt and stood in the night wind.

" Confucianism School Five guards, follow me immediately to the forest to investigate, the rest of the elders and disciples, guard the poetry and music platform to protect the guests"

As if to escape the interrogation of the men in black, he led five of his guards to the Xiaoyue school and hurriedly headed for the Xiaoyue schoolyard, not even wanting to clean up the mess of the wedding banquet.

"How could this happen all of a sudden, for good reason?"

"Yeah, Upper Fairy World has never had a ghostly sky split... what is this, what is this?"

The pearl encrusted rooftops were filled with fear, the monks of Upper Fairy World were so used to being pampered that they were more afraid than responsible for the sudden entrance of a ghostly rift in the sky. If they had to kill a single demon, it would be fine, but if the rift was in the upper levels of hell and ordinary demons were coming out, it would be fine.

They shuddered at the thought that a master like Chu Wanning had died in that fierce battle, and they huddled around the vermillion appendage, looking out at the scarlet rift in the distant sky.

Chu Wanning got up and said to Xue Zhengyong, "Your Holiness, the colour of this rift is not right, and when it opens, it will most likely be in the latter layers of hell. I am not sure about Xue Meng and the others, so I will go and have a look too."

After saying this, the white dress rose to the ground, walked straight to the appartment, and leapt on the tiled eaves of the nearby house in front of the astonished eyes of the crowd, quickly leaving.

"Yu Heng" Xue Zhengyong was about to call out to him, but Chu Wanning had already disappeared into the darkness of the night.

He cursed and tried to jump down after him himself, but his shoulder was grabbed by someone. Turning back, he was confronted by a bronze masquerade grimacing, the man in black patted the back of his shoulder and lowered his voice, "Uncle, you stay here and guard your aunt, I'll follow on the master's side, don't worry."

Xue Zhengyong was shocked: "Burn"

The man in black lifted his hand, pressed it gently to his lips and shook his head.

"" Xue Zhengyong could not have imagined that the man in black would be Mo Ran, and Mo Ran did not wait for him to ask another question before he leapt like a falcon into the darkness, his cloak tumbling and rolling like ink, and in a few moments he disappeared behind the same vault as Chu Wanning. behind the same vault.

"Master."

Mo Ran ran halfway along the eaves, but was too slow to summon a sword with which he had made a contract, and soon caught up with Chu Wanning.

He lifted his hand and lifted his masquerade, the hideous bronze pushed to his forehead to reveal a handsome, unmistakable face: "Wait for me."

Chu Wanning's eyes widened at once: "Why you?"

"Come up, I'll take your master over by sword, and I'll talk more about it with you on the way."

Chu Wanning took his outstretched hand and swept up on his feet, landing firmly on the sword, before trying to release Mo Ran, but instead the broad, rough hand clasped tighter and tighter, Mo Ran standing right behind him, and as soon as he spoke, the distinctive hot breath of a young man brushed against the back of his ear, growing hotter in the turbulent, icy night air.

Mo Ran said, "This sword has too much momentum and is flying fast, so hold on tight, Master."

As they rode on the wind with their swords, Chu Wanning asked, "Everything that happened in the Great Hall just now was your calculation"

"Well. I've heard a lot about Song Qiutong in my travels over the years." Mo Ran said. Mo Ran said, "Although she doesn't have the guts to do anything evil like killing people and slaughtering cities, she is a person who is a real stonewaller. If she really marries Nangong Si and becomes the young master wife of the Confucianism School, I am afraid that the school will be even worse than it is now. "

Chu Wanning, however, said, " The Confucianism School could not be worse than it is now."

He finished his sentence with a frown and a glance at Mo Ran's black cloak, with a hidden suspicion: "Speaking of which, how did you know Ye Wangxi was a girl?"