Ning Zhi was not moved, but knelt in front of the mourning hall with Le Yao to keep filial piety for his parents. Even though Le Yao puffed out his mouth and wanted to take the sword to slaughter Mo Ye, he looked at Ning Zhi's increasingly thin face and endured it.

Ning Zhi knelt in front of the mourning hall, too many tears had dried up, and the appearance of not saying a word made Ning Zhi feel sad when he looked at it. I touched her forehead and found that she was still burning, and I felt a little distressed.

As soon as the wake period passed, Ning Zhi hurriedly stretched out his hand to knock Ning Zhi unconscious, carried her back to the room, and found a doctor to treat her. Excessive sadness and lack of rest, fortunately, it is not a big problem, just rest more and drink some medicine.

Ning Zhi breathed a sigh of relief, covered Ning Zhi with a quilt, and then left the room.

Le Yao was not at ease with Ning Zhi, and because of his identity as a foreign man, he had to wait outside Ning Zhi's courtyard, and when he saw Ning Zhi coming out, he walked nervously next to him.

followed him back to the courtyard, the two of them sat on the steps in the courtyard, looking up at the starry sky, and the subordinates did not dare to disturb more, and they had already retreated.

"Lean on my shoulder. Le Yao touched Ning Zhi's shoulder with his shoulder, waiting for him to lean on his shoulder.

Ning Zhi closed his eyes, leaned his head on Le Yao's shoulder, and frowned slightly, which eased a little.

Le Yao sighed, reached out and placed Ning Zhi on his lap, allowing him to close his eyes and rest for a while.

"I remember that when my parents were killed by Mo Ye's father, it was you who accompanied me to keep the vigil, but I didn't expect Uncle Ning and Aunt Ning to go, and it was me who accompanied you to the vigil. Le Yao patted Ning Zhi's shoulder slightly, wanting to comfort him with such an act.

"Fortunately, I still have you......" Ning Zhi reached out and held Le Yao's hand on his shoulder, and did not let go, the two of them clasped their hands together, as if their hearts were also held together.

"Ah Zhi, when my parents died, when I was keeping a vigil in front of the spirit, I still remember what you said to me when you came up to me in filial piety clothes and knelt on the ground. ”

"The two families of Ningle are originally families, and if they are married, they are one family. At that time, you sat outside the ancestral hall with me, let me lean on my shoulder, and said to me, the long road is long, you will walk with me. ”

Before Le Yao's words were finished, there was a loud noise in the courtyard on the other side, which startled Ning Zhi, who was lying on Le Yao's lap, and also let Le Yao's words be in his mouth.

The two of them took the swords beside them in unison and flew to the place where the sound sounded. Seeing Mo also standing outside the ancestral hall, his body was full of anger, and the sword in his hand was still dripping blood.

"I don't want to trouble you, but you want to come to my Ning family to spread wilderness, Mo Ye, do you really think that I would rather be a bully? My Ning Mansion is you want to come and go?"

"What those people said, it's all slander, right? My father, it's not that kind of person at all, right?" Mo Ye's eyes were fixed on Ning Zhi, hoping to get an answer from his mouth.

Le Yao snorted coldly and stretched out his hand to pull Ning Zhi behind him. "What kind of person is your father, and you don't know how much blood of spiritual cultivators his hands are stained? Is that what you mean?"

"Mo Ye...... My mother went back to her mother's house to visit relatives, and was killed by your father on the way, and when my father arrived, it was too late, but my father was not as skilled as your father, and died tragically by the sword. Then...... Your good father even killed many spiritual cultivators, and these accounts are not counted?"

Le Yao's words can be regarded as tearing away Mo Ye's last expectation, the people who assassinated him can tell lies, he can not believe it, but Le Yao and Ning Zhi, they behave in the world and disdain to lie.

"Uncle Ning killed your parents, you take revenge, karma, everything is like this. Ah Zhi accepted the order not to pursue the matter, hoping that everything would be settled with the death of the two of them. ”

"Karma, the enmity of the parents is not shared, the father's debt is repaid, and the debt between you and me is also settled today. As he spoke, Le Yao raised the sword in his hand and waited for Mo Ye to make a move.

Mo Ye thought that his spiritual power should be on par even if it couldn't be above Ning Zhi and Le Yao, but he didn't want to be defeated within a few moves.

vomited a mouthful of blood on the ground, and clutched his chest only to realize that during this time, everyone was just letting themselves.

"You go, I won't kill people, if you come to the Ning family again in the future, I will not show mercy. As he spoke, Le Yao directly raised his sword and used his sword qi to rush Mo Ye away from Ning Mansion.

Since Mo Ye left the Ning family, he has been chasing and killing from all walks of life, and in the killing, he has gradually found the true meaning of ghost arts, and those assassins have contributed to the absorption of ghost arts.

As a result, Mo also understands and is even better.

Mo was also in front of the Mo family ancestral hall, looking at his hands, for a while, he didn't know what kind of monster he was. Mo didn't want to be a monster, but he couldn't control his murderous hands.

In the end, all kinds of spiritual cultivators decided to encircle and suppress Mo Ye, and killed Mo Ye for a day and a night, but Mo Ye had the upper hand after all.

Mo Ye just put down the sword, but he sensed that someone was attacking from behind, and subconsciously stabbed the sword over, and saw a white dress falling.

Ning Zhi is dead...... Died by his sword......

After two killings, the cultivators with pure bloodlines have gradually declined, drowned in human life, and never seen their peak again.

And where Mo Ye went, no one knows......

There are only a few records of Ning Zhi in the history of spiritual cultivation: Ning Zhi, the bloodline of the Ning family. Beautiful and good-natured, she is a talented woman in the world, loved by thousands of people, and killed for Mo Ye, at the age of sixteen.