The court lackeys of the eight-hour workday

Chapter 39 Sacrifice
"Master... Ha——"

Fei Junxuan let out a long sigh and sat down on the ground.

He had just been stabbed several times by Mei Qinghe. Although he did not die, the blood flowing out had taken away all his strength.

He really cherished his life, but he was not a villain who betrayed his sect. He could be humble, but he could not accept the situation of sending the sect leader to a dead end with his own hands. So he rushed towards Li Miao with his bare hands just now, just to buy a moment of time for Zuo Lishan with his life.

Seeing Zuo Lishan finally escape, he let out a breath, finally getting rid of his obsession. He sat on the ground, staring blankly at Li Miao, no longer saying a word.

Li Miao slowly took off his blood-stained coat and threw it on the ground. Without even looking at Fei Junxuan, he turned around and walked to the table.

The fight just now may sound complicated, but in reality it was just a few lightning-fast moves.

The food and wine on the table are still warm.

Li Miao sat down, poured himself a glass of wine, picked up a piece of meat, and started eating as if no one was around.

"Senior, you won't chase me?"

Mei Qinghe spoke in confusion.

"Chase? Chase what?" Li Miao glanced at Mei Qinghe and said, "I let him go for a long time before Sect Leader Zuo found a way to escape."

"Fortunately, he is ruthless enough, worthy of being the best at killing, otherwise it would be difficult to let him go today."

Mei Qinghe looked at Li Miao in confusion.

Li Miao smiled helplessly: "Xiao Mei, you...you should learn more. You are only in your early twenties, but why are you as rigid as an old lady? I am beginning to doubt whether there is something wrong with your cultivation method."

"No wonder your master has been keeping you in the sect. He didn't even let you leave the mountain after you reached a first-rate level."

"Didn't I tell you yesterday that when the court does things, it's not the results that matter, it's the process."

"To do things fairly and make it so that no one in the world can find fault with it is the result the court wants. If I just wanted to kill Zuo Lishan, I would just find a dark and windy night and kill him in one move."

"I want to destroy his martial arts and make him despair, so that he will go back and use that shady thing."

"Otherwise, how can we destroy the Five Mountains Sword Sect with justification?"

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Taishan Sword School.

The door of the courtyard where Zuo Lishan lived was suddenly pushed open.

"Who?" Inside the house, the female disciple who had spent the night with Zuo Lishan the night before heard the noise and went out to see what was happening, but her face turned pale.

"Master!"

She quickly stepped forward and supported Zuo Lishan, who was covered in blood.

Zuo Lishan's face was pale at this time, his hair was disheveled, and his face was covered with sweat.

The right hand that held the sword, the right hand that made all the heroes in the world bow down and represented the name of "Zhenyue Sword", was now bare and a blur of flesh and blood.

"Help me to the quiet room and don't make any noise..." Zuo Lishan said hoarsely.

In the few moves he had with Li Miao, he had gone all out every time, even using too much force and injuring his meridians. Along the way, he had to use Qinggong to avoid Taishan disciples to prevent his miserable state from being seen and disrupting the morale of the army. At this time, his true energy had already run out.

He pressed the acupuncture points on his right arm and managed to stop the bleeding, but after running a long distance back to the courtyard after being injured, he was almost unable to hold on.

The female disciple knew the seriousness of the matter, so she reached out to close the door, held Zuo Lishan's left hand, and slowly walked towards the quiet room where he usually practiced.

After the door was closed, she anxiously said to Zuo Lishan: "Master, who could hurt you like this!?"

"Your right hand...what should I do?!"

"Don't panic." Zuo Lishan sat down and took a breath. His tone calmed down and he gently comforted the female disciple.

The female disciple looked at his serious and calm face and gradually calmed down.

Zuo Lishan is her master, her lover, and her hero.

She is also the biological daughter of an elder of the Taishan Sect. She grew up hearing the name of Zuo Lishan. She watched him defeat heroes all over the world with his sword, watched him become famous throughout the world, and watched him maneuver in all directions.

She practiced sword skills day by day and finally became Zuo Lishan's disciple. She also abandoned her modesty and took the initiative to seduce Zuo Lishan to be his wife. Even though the master and disciple's affair was intolerable, she didn't care. Even if she had no status and could only live in humiliation for the rest of her life, she was willing.

Seeing Zuo Lishan's fragile appearance unlike before, the love in her heart became even more turbulent.

Zuo Lishan lost his right hand, and most of his martial arts skills were gone. He was no longer the Zuo Sect Leader of the "Zhenyue Sword". Maybe... this was a godsend opportunity for her.

She opened her mouth and said what she had not dared to say before: "Master... Zuo Lang! Don't worry, I will never betray you..."

"It doesn't matter if my martial arts skills are gone. I still have martial arts skills, and I also have some money saved up."

"Master, if we don't want to do this, then forget it! Let's go down the mountain at night and live in seclusion in the forest... I, let's be a real couple, I..."

"I, I will support you..."

Zuo Lishan looked at the blushing female disciple expressionlessly and said, "Okay."

"But I need to heal my wounds before I can leave. Go to my room and get some medicine."

"Okay, okay!" The female disciple was overjoyed and turned around and ran out of the quiet room.

Zuo Lishan supported himself with his left hand, struggled to stand up, and walked to a corner of the quiet room.

There was a look of hesitation on his face for a long while, then he looked at his crippled right hand and finally a ruthless look appeared on his face.

Bang!
Zuo Lishan stomped on the stone slab, which shattered, revealing a dark space underground.

He slowly squatted down and took out a jar from it.

There was a rustling sound coming from inside the jar, as if something was crawling.

"Zuo Lang, I couldn't find the medicine. Where did I put it?" The female disciple walked into the quiet room and frowned when she saw Zuo Lishan holding the jar.

"Zuo Lang, you are injured now, I will take care of anything you need. Don't use your true energy rashly, it will be bad if your blood vessels are disrupted."

"It's okay." Zuo Lishan said with his back to the female disciple, "I just suddenly remembered that I had a magical medicine that I got by accident and hid it here."

"With this medicine, my injury will be stabilized."

After hearing this, the female disciple laughed happily: "That's great, Zuo Lang!"

"I only have my left hand, and it's not very flexible. You apply the medicine for me." Zuo Lishan's face was hidden in the darkness, and his expression could not be seen clearly.

"Okay!" The female disciple responded crisply, walked quickly to Zuo Lishan, and reached out to take the jar.

Kaha——

Suddenly, Zuo Lishan grabbed the female disciple's throat with his left hand.

Tear it horizontally!
Swish——! !

The neck was torn open and blood gushed out from the female disciple's neck, splashing all over Zuo Lishan's face.

The female disciple looked at Zuo Lishan in despair. She was suddenly killed by her own Zuo Lang. Her face was full of shock and sadness.

She wanted to smash the jar with all her strength.

But when she looked at Zuo Lishan's face, the face of the lover who shared the bed with her, she finally did not do anything.

She wanted to say something as a farewell, but her throat was torn open and she could no longer speak.

Finally, she fell limply to the ground, and the jar rolled out of her hands and fell gently to the ground.

Zuo Lishan tore open the seal of the jar, reached out to grab the female disciple's hair, aligned the wound on her neck with the opening of the jar, and let the blood flow in.

"Eat."

"After you finish eating, you will be my meridians and my right hand."

"Next time, I won't lose again."

(End of this chapter)