Xuanxia

Chapter 337 Ning Wushu's Advice
Two secret envoys from Mingjian Pavilion squatted on the ground, checking Mannar, who had fallen to the ground and was bleeding all over.

Fu Qingzhou's wheelchair had been pushed aside, away from the smelly prisoner.

"You kid, are you really capable?"

Zhao Hao smiled and said, "How did you do it? Can you tell me?"

Fu Qingzhou blinked and said, "Why, the senior disciple of Qianfang Baixiao Tower and the prince of Xishuo, are you trying to buy information from me?"

Zhao Hao didn't care at all and winked at Li Jingzhe beside him: "What information should I buy? I am not interested in interrogation. I am asking for Lord Li."

As they were talking, the two secret envoys stood up.

"Your Excellency the Commander."

They bowed to Li Jingzhe from a distance and said, "The witchcraft on Mannar has been lifted, and his mind has returned to normal. He is currently unconscious due to severe pain. We can interrogate him after he wakes up."

Although he had expected this, Li Jingzhe's eyes still became very complicated when he looked at Fu Qingzhou.

"Master Fu, you are really good at this." Ning Wushu said with a smile, "I am also very curious. It is so difficult for you to even raise your hand. Even if you can cast some spells with the help of the second level of spiritual awakening, how can you possibly break such a profound witchcraft?"

Fu Qingzhou coughed dryly and repeated what the smoker had just said.

"This thing only looks strong... It's like a lock. Whether it's a wooden lock, a copper lock, a gold lock, or a lock made of meteorite iron, divine iron, or black iron, if you want to force open them, the difficulty is naturally different. But if you have the key, does the material of the lock matter to you?"

Li Jingzhe's eyes lit up when he heard this: "So, you not only know what kind of witchcraft this is, but also know how to break it?"

"Master Li, what you are asking is..." Zhao Hao did not miss any opportunity to criticize him: "If he doesn't know, how can he break the witchcraft on Mannar?"

Fu Qingzhou smiled and said, "This is not witchcraft, but a small formation that was popular hundreds of years ago. It is called the 'Secret Soul-Blocking Formation'. It is an excellent way to protect secrets, but as long as you are familiar with it, you can easily find the key point and crack it."

"You think it is witchcraft only because the caster is a Northern Yi shaman and there is a lot of witchcraft power left in the formation. In fact, a formation is just a formation. No matter whether the one who sets up the formation uses Taoism, Buddhism or witchcraft, the result is the same."

After hearing this, everyone seemed to be thinking about something.

"interesting."

Ning Wushu whispered, "Young Master Fu, could you teach me how to crack it? Since the Northern Barbarians have mastered this formation, they will surely not just use it on Mannar. If we want to fight them, it's always good to have an extra trump card in hand."

Fu Qingzhou coughed lightly again... How could he teach? The Smoker had extremely extensive knowledge and insights, so he could see through the formation at a glance and find the solution. If it were someone else, it would take an inestimable amount of time just to figure out the many changes in this formation.

If this formation was really so easy to crack, would so many people have been scrambling to learn it hundreds of years ago?

So, he blinked and laughed: "No hurry, no hurry, let's talk after this matter is settled."

As he was speaking, Mannar, who had fallen to the ground, suddenly let out a muffled groan.

The two secret agents woke him up by some unknown means.

Seeing that Mannar had woken up, they quickly put him back on the iron chair and started to tie him up with ropes again.

The wounds on his body had been treated in a very short time and the bleeding had stopped. When he was put back on the iron chair and groaned in pain, Fu Qingzhou discovered that all his teeth had been pulled out!
Those white teeth, stained with blood and with roots, were scattered around where Mannar had just fallen...

Although these secret envoys had countless ways to prevent him from biting his tongue to commit suicide, and even Li Jingzhe had sealed his acupoints, just in case, they still took the simplest and most brutal method - pulling out all his teeth.

"Mingjian Pavilion's methods are indeed cruel enough."

Fu Qingzhou once again recalled Tang Jiao's initial impression of this organization: "Mysterious and terrifying."

Now, I don’t feel that much mystery, but the horror... is indeed a bit scary.

"Okay, now that he's awake, Sister Wushu, we should discuss what to do next." Zhao Hao took out a fan from somewhere and waved it gently: "Zhao Hao, a disciple of Qianfang Baixiao Tower, also wants to get some information from him."

"can."

Ning Wushu said straightforwardly: "But it is not your turn to interrogate him. I will hand over the interrogation to Lord Li. After getting the confession, I will select the parts that Qianfang Baixiaolou can know and hand them over to you."

Zhao Hao grinned and said, "That's great. I will be satisfied now."

"What about me?" Fu Qingzhou sat slumped in the wheelchair and asked softly, "Don't forget, I still have two quarters of an hour."

Ning Wushu nodded slightly at him: "Don't worry, I won't forget you. Since you are so inconvenient to move, I don't want you to make an extra trip. So, you wait outside for a while, I will chat with him first."

Fu Qingzhou had no doubt and nodded slightly.

After Zhao Hao pushed the wheelchair and left chatting and laughing with Fu Qingzhou, Li Jingzhe cast his glance at Ning Wushu.

"Second miss."

He asked, "Are you worried that Fu Qingzhou might ask something he shouldn't ask during the review?"

Before Ning Wushu could answer, Manar started laughing!

He coughed up a few mouthfuls of blood and laughed sinisterly, "He wants to interrogate me? Hahahaha... Ning Wushu, how dare you let him interrogate me?"

Li Jingzhe frowned slightly, with some confusion in his eyes.

"Lord Li." Ning Wushu calmly walked up to Manar, turned to Li Jingzhe and whispered softly, "Please leave for a while." Li Jingzhe was stunned.

"Why?" he asked in a low voice, "Even I can't know this?"

"No."

Ning Wushu replied with certainty: "I only know this because of an accident. My father shouldn't have let me know about this... It's not that I don't trust you, but the more people know, the greater the variables in the future will be, which is not a good thing."

"If you really want to know, go ask my father. If he thinks it's okay, he will tell you."

Li Jingzhe's eyes were slightly stern, and then he stopped asking questions. He waved his hand, led his two subordinates, and quickly left the prison.

Thus, Manar was the only one left here. He looked miserable, but his eyes were fierce and fierce. He smiled sinisterly and said, "Ning Wushu, don't worry, I will tell Fu Qingzhou everything!"

Ning Wushu looked at him calmly without saying anything, as if he was considering something.

"Why, you're out of ideas?"

Manar sneered, "You want to interrogate me and force me to speak, but can you force me not to speak? Or how about you just kill me?"

"Of course I won't kill you. You are very important to the Dayan court." Ning Wushu said calmly: "But maybe I can make a deal with you."

"trade?"

Mannar seemed to have heard the funniest joke in the world: "Look at me!"

"I don't have any clothes on! My cultivation has been destroyed, the tendons in my hands and feet are broken, and my teeth have been pulled out!"

With tears in his eyes, he laughed wildly, "I can't even die now! I don't even have dignity, what can I trade with you!"

Mannar was showing his crazy behavior, but Ning Wushu remained calm.

After he half cried and half laughed and finally ran out of strength, she said calmly: "You still have Beiyi."

Mannar was stunned.

"Since you, the Northern Barbarians, annexed the northern countries in the past few decades, you have been constantly invading our territory."

Ning Wushu looked him straight in the eye and said word by word, "In the past few decades, more soldiers from Dayan have died in the northern border than in the past two hundred years."

"Although we are not interested in the grassland in the north, we still have to settle the blood feud over the years. However, I, Dayan, do not like war. I originally only wanted to sacrifice the blood of your Ashina family to my Dayan soldiers."

"But this time you dared to sneak into our Dayan territory and massacre civilians so blatantly! Given His Majesty's temper, I'm afraid he will raise an army to wipe out the Northern Barbarians."

Her tone remained calm, but it was filled with murderous intent.

"Manar, tell me, do you think... if Dayan puts all its efforts into annihilating you Beiyi, will it be difficult?"

Mannar's pupils shrank, and he said in a hoarse voice: "You can't do this! Many people will die and you will spend a lot of money! And we just want the Northern Desert!"

"Northern Wasteland Eight Walls?"

Ning Wushu sneered: "Why don't I tell you something you don't know."

She exhaled lightly and said slowly, "Because the previous emperor died of an acute illness, more than ten years ago, when the current emperor just turned one year old, he was helped to ascend the throne. In the following ten years, my father was in charge of the government affairs..."

"Of course I know this." Manar sneered: "Ning Baimei wanted to be the regent, but he supported a puppet emperor!"

Ning Wushu ignored him and continued, "...But in the sixteenth year of Qianhao, my father gradually returned the affairs of state to the Holy Judge. In recent years, the emperor has been personally in charge of state affairs."

"As far as I know, our emperor has a temper like a raging fire, is domineering, is extremely brave, and would rather break than bend. He has never yielded in his will and has absolutely no intention of compromising in anything."

"In the past, although you jumped high and acted arrogantly, you were far from posing a real threat to my Dayan. But now it is different..."

She smiled sternly: "You want the Northern Wasteland? I'm afraid that in the end, the emperor will only give you 80,000 cavalry!"

Mannar's eyes turned cold.

He asked in a deep voice: "You are saying this to tell me that if I promise you to keep my mouth shut about Fu Qingzhou, you will be able to make your emperor give up attacking our Great Yi?"

"Do not."

Ning Wushu said calmly: "A war between Dayan and Beiyi is inevitable - but I can guarantee that the Yi people will not be destroyed, at least not in our generation."

"The Northern Yi Kingdom will surely perish, the Ashina family will pay with blood, and those who slaughtered the people and soldiers of our Yan Kingdom will also pay the price! But your people, the civilians who survived, can continue to live in Dayan Kingdom."

These words were extremely domineering, and the confidence and arrogance were like boiling water, splashing on Mannar's face, making him open his eyes wide and unable to utter a word.

"Think about it carefully. Even though you are just being angry today, you will never be able to wake Fu Qingzhou up again. After all, even Huo Yaer couldn't wake him up. What else can you do? But if you agree to my deal, it may be possible... to keep your people alive."

Ning Wushu threw down these last words and without waiting for Mannar's response, he turned around and left in a cool manner.

(End of this chapter)