In the second year of Emperor Huai of Dongji, September 23,

The country of wild geese, the outskirts of the autumn leaves, the wind stops, early in the morning.

For Li Si's death, Bai Qiang felt very guilty.

Although it has been three days since this incident.

In the past three days, Zhang San has spoken a lot.

After applying the "Jiyue Black Cloud", Zhang San was already slowly able to pick up his weapon. But if it is to be fully recovered, I am afraid it will be a long time. But fortunately, Wang Er and Long Wu, who are "dark attendants", have always "never left", and the "Spiegel Layman" who went out was bright as the moon, and on October 20, he returned by night.

In fact, Bai Qiang and Zhang San both understand that Li Si is just a "code name". If one Li Si dies, the next Li Si will soon appear and "inherit" the name. Even if it's a new face, it's all the same.

In the same way, if it was Wang Er, Zhang San or Long Wu who died that day, a new one would soon come to replace them and inherit their names. As for their real names, as well as the stories behind these names, perhaps only Yan Li knows.

Some people may ask, what if Yan Li died?

Then these people may return to their lives.

Or, there are other arrangements.

After all, their original mission was to protect Yan Li, not Bai Qiang. Just because in Yan Li's eyes, Bai Qiang's safety is more important than his own life. So, now they are by Bai Qiang's side.

The Bai clan is the Bai clan of the Ji Dynasty.

However, as early as 21 years ago, the Ji Dynasty, which had been glorious for 600 years, was divided into "Dongji" and "Xiji" because of the "Chiyan Rebellion". Many vassal states "stood in line" during this period. Subsequently, the eight most powerful vassal states in the west supported the Xiji Dynasty, and the seven most powerful states in the east supported the Dongji Dynasty. Since then, there has been a pattern of coexistence of two dynasties in the world.

Today, as the first family of the Ji Dynasty, the Bai family and the Yan family of the Yan Kingdom are married. Anyone with a discerning eye can see that the Bai clan is enshrined as orthodox in this way.

This also means that the Bai clan of the Ji Dynasty will be the Bai clan of the Yan Kingdom from now on, and it will be the Bai clan of the Dongji Dynasty. The Xiji Dynasty, which had suffered heavy losses because of the Battle of Jingweiguan, became "unjustifiable" because of the choice of the Bai family, and was once again criticized by the people of the heavens.

As the only daughter of the Bai family, Bai Qiang also inexplicably became the object of protection and attention of the two families and even the two dynasties during this period.

Therefore, Yan Li will let Wang Er, Zhang San, Li Si, and Long Wu seamlessly guard Bai Qiang's side all day long. However, for this move of Yan Li. Bai Qiang didn't actually feel much gratitude. Bai Qiang was not sure whether Yan Li did this out of concern for her, possessiveness, or political considerations.

They have been childhood sweethearts since childhood, and with the growth of age and experience, for some reason they are gradually becoming strangers. They don't have the same chemistry as they used to. Bai Qiang didn't understand why, and she didn't know if Yan Li had changed or if she had changed.

When the morning light shines through the hazy fog and falls on the wind. In her eyes, Zhang Sanxing was alone. Although Bai Qiang was annoyed that they were always following her, making her feel restrained and uncomfortable, when she learned that they had died because of her, Bai Qiang still felt very guilty after all.

When the wind comes, the clouds come out of Xiu, and the birds rise from the mountains and forests.

In the morning mist, mourners melt into the shadows of light, and their eyes are full of silence. In the silence, the white rose on Meng Jian's windowsill exuded a faint fragrance, which diffused with the wind throughout the wind, which couldn't help but make people feel a little depressed.

The white rose, the family crest of the Bai family of the wild goose country.

Noble and pure, it originally meant love.

It's just that with the change and change of the times,

Its meaning is also quietly undergoing subtle changes.

However, loyalty and honesty will never change.

It is said that on the night of Li Si's death, Wang Er, who was the "secret attendant", secretly disposed of Li Si's body carefully, during which Long Wu stayed alone to guard the surrounding area of Fengzhi to protect Bai Qiang's safety. As for Li Si's body, whether it was buried or burned in the end, Bai Qiang does not know.

The only thing that is certain is that the new "Li Si" should not be coming in the next few days. After all, the "Spiegel" Ming Ruyue has returned, and as long as Ming Ruyue is there, all worries and worries will no longer be a problem.

Soon, people will forget about the old "Li Si".

According to what Yan Li said to Bai Qiang before, these people have been dead since they joined Yan Xiangfu. Their former identities and names have also been engraved on the tombstones of the past.

Therefore, a person who dies once does not die a second time.

Not even a trace can be left.

Thinking of this, Bai Qiang hid the guilt and sadness in her eyes, turned around and walked towards the back room, ready to see if the medicine she had boiled for Yan Jing was now good.

Too much "empathy" is not a good thing after all. Looking at Bai Qiang's sad face, Meng Jian wanted to comfort his senior sister, but he didn't know how to speak.

Right now, "Mirror Layman" Ming Ruyue is in the hall to apply needles to Yan Jing's pulse and activate her qi and blood. She sealed Yan Jing's four major acupuncture points of Shenchi, Qiansha, Huifeng, and Longyin with silver needles. Meng Jian stood aside, silently observing and learning how the master administered the needle and made a diagnosis.

Since returning on the night of October 20, Ming Ruyue has brought back the medicinal materials she brought back from the Purple Smoke City of Yanguo and these silver needles to alternately boil and roast them with civil and military fires, so that their medicinal properties are mixed into the silver needles. Now, the medicinal properties of the medicinal herbs are following the silver needle, through the four acupuncture points on Yan Jing's body, and swimming in her blood.

As a disciple of the "Spiegel Layman" Ming Ruyue.

The eldest disciple Bai Qiang inherited her martial arts,

The second disciple Yan Jing surpassed her talent,

The third disciple, Meng Jian, is learning her medical skills.

Everyone has their own strengths, but studying medicine is not Meng Jian's ideal. So what is Meng Jian's ideal? Naturally, he wants to become a man like the "Lord of the Cloth Country" and "Dongji Fangbo" Liang Yi of Qiguo.

Dare to stand up in times of crisis.

Turn the tide and help the building to fall.

Carrying a three-foot sword in his hand, he has established immortal feats.

Perhaps it was precisely because of this that Ming Ruyue only taught Meng Jian's medical skills, but did not teach him martial arts skills. After all, one is "homicide" and the other is "saving people". As a master, Ming Ruyue has no other extravagant hopes for Meng Jian, just wants him to be able to spend this life in peace.

At least, the joy and sorrow are heartfelt.

So, where did Meng Jian's martial arts come from now? Basically, he stole it from his senior sister Bai Qiang, and Bai Qiang turned a blind eye to this matter. After all, if you can't even use a little self-defense skills, it is too dangerous. Sometimes if you don't hurt others, others may already be targeting you in secret.

While thinking about it, the wind blew away the morning fog.

When Ming Ruyue put away the silver needles sealed on the four acupuncture points of Yan Jing Shenchi, Qiansha, Luoxing, and Longyin, Meng Jian saw with his own eyes that the original pale face of the second senior sister regained the blood and energy that ordinary people should have at that moment.

His eyes widened, and his gaze inadvertently fell on the sandalwood box containing the silver needles, but he saw that Ming Ruyue frowned slightly, and tapped Meng Jian's forehead: "Learn how to apply needles hard, don't be muddy all day long." ”

Meng Jian said embarrassedly: "Oh. ”

Ming Ruyue sighed: "In the days when I was away, did you honestly stay in Fengzhiju to take care of your second senior sister......?

"Master's explanation, the apprentice has always remembered it!" Meng Jian anxiously rushed to the road, but inadvertently interrupted Ming Ruyue's words, Yan Jing frowned slightly on the side, signaling Meng Jian to pay attention to proportion, but heard Ming Ruyue ask rhetorically: "Then why did I hear some bad sounds when I came back?"

Meng Jian suddenly panicked: "What's the voice......"

Ming Ruyue didn't answer Meng Jian's question, but turned her gaze to Yan Jing: "During this time, Meng Jian has been taking care of your daily life in Fengzhiju, and didn't go out to cause anything, right?"

Yan Jing paused, and her eyes met the panicked Meng Jian.

She hesitated for a moment, and said lightly: "With the senior sister here, the little junior brother is well-behaved." ”

"That's good. Ming Ruyue listened, didn't think about it, and turned to say. "There are some things that I may have misheard. ”

At this point, Meng Jian's hanging heart was settled.

After a moment of silence, Yan Jing's gaze turned to Bai Qiang, the senior sister who was boiling medicine for her. In the morning light, she was graceful and enchanting, sitting in front of the medicine stove, with a pair of slender and white hands, slowly waving banana leaves.

At this time, Meng Jian suddenly asked what happened to Ming Ruyue that evening: "Master, what happened on the night you returned. ”

Ming Ruyue didn't raise her eyes, only gently wiped the silver needle in her hand, and said lightly: "It's just a trivial matter." ”

Meng Jian frowned: "Everyone is dead, this matter is still small?"

Ming Ruyue said indifferently: "Luck is gained, life is lost." ”

Yan Jing was curious: "Did the assassin come to Senior Sister?"

"Perhaps. Ming Ruyue put the silver needle into the sandalwood box and continued, "After all, this marriage between the Bai family, the first family of the Ji Dynasty, and the right minister of the Yan Kingdom, is tantamount to publicly declaring that the Xiji Dynasty is not orthodox. then gave those literati in the world a reason to criticize the Xiji Dynasty. ”

Yan Jing was puzzled: "Just because of the Bai family's choice?"

Ming Ruyue smiled: "It's a reason, but it's actually an excuse." Those literati pretended to be high-minded, and by attacking the emperor of the Xiji Dynasty as a woman, they increased their own fame, and absurdly believed that as long as a woman sat on the throne, it was an insult to the ancients, so they took the opportunity to make a big fuss. Isn't it ridiculous, you say?"

Yan Jing sighed: "This is the human heart." ”

"Nope. ”

Ming Ruyue smiled and said lightly,

"It's human nature. ”

"Is there a difference between the two?"

Meng Jian, who was on the side, heard it in a fog and asked.

As a result, Yan Jing fell into deep thought and did not answer, while Ming Ruyue slowly closed the medicine box and said earnestly to Meng Jian: "In the future, you will understand." If these two things could be explained clearly in a few words, the world would not be so complicated. ”

Meng Jian was stunned for a moment, and then asked, "Master, did you say those assassins would come again?"

Between the words, Ming Ruyue's eyes fell on Zhang San outside the courtyard: "It shouldn't be here in the short term, but this matter is not over." ”

"So, does this matter have anything to do with the Black Heaven Sect? ”

But I saw that the smoke was filled, and the medicine on the stove was boiled.

Bai Qiang carefully wrapped the edge of the medicine pot in linen, poured the boiling medicinal soup into the porcelain bowl that had been prepared, and then brought it to Yan Jing, not forgetting to whisper: "It's a little hot, wait a while before drinking." ”

Yan Jing said gratefully: "Thank you Senior Sister for your concern." ”

Meng Jian on the side looked curiously at Ming Ruyue, who was suddenly silent at this time, and asked suspiciously: "Master, what is the Black Heaven Sect?"

Ming Ruyue ignored Meng Jian and asked Bai Qiang instead, "How did you know about this?" ”

"When Master rescued Zhang San, Zhang San heard Master mention the Black Heaven Sect, so when he came back, he told me the whole story. Let me be careful. Bai Qiang's words were slightly sad.

Ming Ruyue listened and didn't speak. Meng Jian thought she was distracted, so she didn't hear her question and Senior Sister Bai Qiang's explanation, so she said tentatively, "Master?"

Ming Ruyue, who came back to her senses, was surrounded by the curiosity of the three apprentices at this time. She thought for a moment, thinking that there were some things they should know that they would know sooner or later, so it was better to tell them directly and let them be on guard early.

After a moment of thought, Ming Ruyue sank into her memories again: "Legend has it that they were originally the same heavenly gods as those Chiyan warriors, but the Chiyan warriors followed the 'God of the Day', and they followed the 'God of the Night'. Later, because he learned that "Shuo", who stole the fruit of the sacred tree, was about to be reincarnated. So before Shuo left, he helped him steal the Ancient Saint Martial "Yixin Sword". As a result, it didn't take long for the Emperor of Heaven to notice this, so he relegated these gods who helped Shuo steal the sword to the mortal world. Having lost their status as divine servants, they became "Feather Fallers" because of the curse of the Emperor of Heaven, and as soon as they saw the light of the sky, they were no different from mortals and became extremely vulnerable. Therefore, they often walk in the dark for thousands of years. ”

"In other words, the members of the Black Heaven Sect are all fallen feathers, right?" Actually, Meng Jian wanted to ask about the story of the "Yi Xin Sword", but when he opened his mouth, he suddenly forgot about it.

Ming Ruyue narrowed her gaze: "Yes, but not quite." ”

Bai Qiang glared at Meng Jian, but heard Ming Ruyue continue: "In the Black Heaven Sect, only the disciples and above are the fallen feathers who followed Shuo to the world back then. Whether they are proficient in the control of spiritual power, as well as the proficiency of all the magic arts, will determine their level in the Black Sky Sect. And if human beings want to join the Black Heaven Sect, they can only start with believers. ”

Yan Jing suddenly said curiously: "Then if there is a human among them who is proficient in all the magic arts and is skilled in the control of spiritual power. So, will that human be the new patriarch or patriarch of the Black Sky Sect?"

"These believers can only transmit information through black flames, and they do not have the ability to manipulate spiritual power. Between the words, Ming Ruyue suddenly fell into a memory: "Speaking of which, I have to mention those cultivators who are now extinct. Four hundred years after the Ji Dynasty, that is, two hundred years ago, there was a Black Heaven Pope who tried to convert those gifted and intelligent cultivators into their followers. As a result, it indirectly triggered a big melee in the cultivation world, which eventually led to the depletion of spiritual energy in today's world, and the extinction of cultivators, who retreated to cultivation yuan one after another. ”

Meng Jian was curious: "So, has this Black Heaven Sect finally succeeded in converting the cultivators into their followers?"

Ming Ruyue: "It's a success." ”

Meng Jian and Bai Qiang Yan Jing looked at each other.

But he heard Ming Ruyue continue: "So, the 'Blood-clothed Elders' that are only loyal to the Black Heaven Sect Master were born. ”

"The Blood-Coated Elders?"

The apprentices said in unison in surprise.

"Normally, those humans who fanatically worship the Black Celestial Cult are recruited as followers by the Black Celestial Cult and are baptized daily and nightly in its teachings. During this period, the sects of the Black Heaven Sect would regularly teach these believers the more basic magic techniques to see what their qualifications were. In the process, if someone has reached an extremely proficient level in the control of spiritual power and magical arts, the leader of the Black Sky Sect will use the method of "inspiration" to transfer the believers who meet the requirements to this "Blood-clothed Elders" who are only loyal to the Black Sky Sect Master. Ming Ruyue explained, "The Blood-Cloaked Elders' is an important part of the Black Heaven Sect. The members are almost all human. Among them, there were powerful cultivators in the past era, and there were also nobles of families who enjoyed very high social and political status in the kingdoms of the heavens. The elders of the Blood-Coated Presbyterian Church and the Twelve Popes of the Black Sky Sect are basically on an equal footing. It was precisely because of them that the Black Heaven Sect was able to resurrect in the "Chiyan Rebellion" twenty-one years ago. ”

"It has been said that the leader of the Black Heaven Sect is very likely to become the closest god to God in history before he falls. As a result, when he learned that "Shuo" was about to be reincarnated for stealing the fruit of the Divine Tree, this sect leader secretly took some divine servants to assist "Shuo" in stealing the "Yixin Sword". And shortly after being banished to the mortal world by the Heavenly Emperor, he created the original Black Heaven Sect for "Shuo". Ming Ruyue paused, as if she was afraid that the amount of information would be too large, and her three apprentices would not be able to absorb it for a while. After they recovered, Ming Ruyue continued: "Within the Black Heaven Sect, there is a very strict hierarchy. The twelve black-clothed Popes were on an equal footing with the elders of the Blood-Coated Presbyterian Church, below the Sect Master. Each pope corresponds to a patriarch, and each patriarch rules over eight priests, below whom are the faithful, and below them are the faithful. Every time they cast a spell, the pupils in their eyes turned scarlet. In addition, the "Feather Fallers" during the day are basically no different from ordinary people, and only at night can they do whatever they want. This is why the Black Sky Cult needs humans as believers. ”

At this time, Yan Jing blew a bowl of Chinese herbal soup.

They believe in "Shuo" as Allah and believe in his philosophy, and regard the phrase "chaos is order, and chaos creates order" as a creed. They sow the seeds of chaos everywhere in the world and draw strength from it. Ming Ruyue paused, and then said, "This is the Black Heaven Sect." ”

Bai Qiang suddenly frowned.

She remembered that Master had just said that some members of the Blood-Clad Elders' Church were actually nobles from the lower realms of the Heavens, so she suspected that behind this assassination, there might be a hidden game between the Eastern and Western Ji Dynasties, so she was curious: "So, what is the identity of the assassin that day, is he a fallen feather of the Black Heaven Sect, or a member of the Blood-Cloaked Elders' Church?"

Ming Ruyue recalled, "It's human, but it's not yet qualified to join the Blood-Cloaked Elders. Therefore, it should be a believer in the Black Heaven Sect. ”

Bai Qiang said again: "Then the elders of the 'Blood-Coated Elders' can mobilize the followers of the Black Heaven Sect?"

"As far as I know, most of the time no. Of course, special circumstances are not excluded. Between the words, Ming Ruyue's gaze suddenly fell on Meng Jian's body, "What else do you want to ask?"

Meng Jian fell into deep thought, as if digesting this information.

At this time, a gust of breeze came to her face, and Yan Jing suddenly sneezed, which made Ming Ruyue, who was originally a little distracted, suddenly remember a very important thing, and then turned to Yan Jing and said: "In a few days, it will be the autumn festival, and this year is the same as in previous years, and at night Chu Yu will hold a banquet to entertain us in the City Lord's Mansion." But Jing'er, your father may be absent again this year, but don't blame him this time. ”

Yan Jing listened, frowned but didn't ask much.

However, Meng Jian asked uninterestingly:

"What's wrong?

Ming Ruyue ignored Meng Jian's question, and turned her gaze to Bai Qiang on the side: "Not only that, Qiang'er." Your father also had to be absent from this year's banquet because of some things. ”

Bai Qiang looked at Ming Ruyue suspiciously, and said with some worry: "How do you feel that during this time, a lot of things have happened suddenly, it won't have anything to do with my marriage to Yan Li......

"Not really. Some time ago, there were some bizarre cases in Tianqiong City, which seemed to be related to the Black Heaven Sect. However, it didn't take long for someone to report to the Wind Sect in Tianqiong City that there was a shady deal between Yan Feng and the Black Heaven Sect. As a result, some local small traders suddenly united and impeached Yan Feng, who was the chairman of the twenty-seven commercial houses in Tianqiong City. These things were all heard by Ming Ruyue on the way back from Purple Smoke City, she paused and continued, "Subsequently, Bai Fei, the head of the Bai family, crossed the sea alone to Tianqiong City, and gambled with his life, relying on the deep friendship established between the Bai family and Tianqiong City over the past few hundred years, to guarantee Yan Feng's innocence. ”

While thinking about it, Bai Qiang glanced at Yan Jing's expression at this moment. But seeing that Yan Jing's eyes seemed to be concerned, Bai Qiang asked for Yan Jing, "Then now, what is Uncle Yan Feng's situation?" ”

Ming Ruyue said: "At present, I am temporarily under house arrest, I believe that there is Bai Peng, and soon these misunderstandings will be properly resolved." ”

"It's okay, everything will get through. Between the words, Bai Qiang's hand slowly rested on Yan Jing's wrist, which was holding the medicine bowl, signaling her to relax. At this time, he saw Meng Jian suddenly frowning, and asked Ming Ruyue again: "By the way, Master, do you know the Chiyan Warrior?"

Ming Ruyue was stunned for a moment: "What?"

Meng Jian continued: "I mentioned it just now when I heard you talk about the Black Heaven Sect. I heard others say that some time ago, the lord of our Jibei Shu Kingdom found her long-lost brother, Yun Fan. This Yun Fan seems to have brought back an army from the Northern Desert. ”

Ming Ruyue looked at Meng Jian curiously: "And then?"

But hearing Yan Jing cough, Bai Qiang frowned and glared at Meng Jian to stop talking, but Meng Jian didn't understand what they meant, and continued: "The name of that army seems to be called this 'Chiyan Warrior', if I'm not mistaken!"

Ming Ruyue frowned: "Is the news reliable?"

Meng Jian raised his eyebrows: "There shouldn't be any fake!"

Yan Jing coughed again, and Bai Qiang stomped on Meng Jian under the table, signaling him not to say more, in case the master was allowed to touch the melon and know that he went to the Yufu Mansion a few days ago to make trouble, and the three of them would have to be punished today. As a result, Meng Jian didn't understand what the senior sisters meant. As for Ming Ruyue, because of Meng Jian's words, she fell into a moment of contemplation.

"What's the matter, is there any problem!Master?" Meng Jian asked again, and this time Bai Qiang stepped on him with Yan Jing. Now Meng Jian understood, so he didn't say more.

"No, just a little surprised," everyone was silent, but they saw that Ming Ruyue's eyes gradually became deeper, "I thought that they had all died in the dust of time." ”

......

In the thick of the night, black clouds obscured the moon.

Han Xiang forgot that this was the first day she had come to Yufu.

She never had a sense of time.

Or rather, the passage of time has long since numbed her.

In the past few days, Chu Yu would come from time to time to offer her courtesy, but Han Xiang refused to shirk for various reasons and closed the door. Chu Yu was also interested, and did not entangle it anymore, but said that he would inform Han Xiang of the relevant matters of the Autumn Festival in advance, hoping that she could prepare in advance.

In the dark, Han Xiang lit a lamp.

In the scarlet gaze, Qingying, who had lost one arm, was lying quietly on her couch, her face pale and motionless. It seems that he must have died of excessive blood loss, and he should have been dead for two or three days, but for some reason his body did not show any signs of decomposition, or even the smell of blood.

looked at Qingying, who was already a corpse at the moment.

Han Xiang didn't feel the slightest fear, just frowned, and sighed: "It's really not enough to succeed, and more than enough to lose." ”

Then, I heard Han Xiang humming an ancient ballad in a low voice, and countless spiritual gossamers that were invisible to the naked eye immediately wrapped Qingying into a huge silk cocoon visible to the naked eye in the song.

An ethereal voice seemed to come from the valley.

When the candle flame was halfway burned, Han Xiang took out a dagger from his sleeve and cut open his palm. Then, the singing came to an abrupt end. Milky white blood trickled down her slender fingertips and slowly dripped onto the cocoon. Then, a chilling evening breeze suddenly rose, and Huo Ran pushed the window door open and blew out the candle flame on the table.

Then, milky white blood permeates the cocoon.

In silence, Han Xiang turned around and closed the window.

time, I don't know how long it has passed.

Han Xiang sat quietly in the dark like this, until in the darkness, the candle flame that was half burned and suddenly extinguished by the evening breeze suddenly rekindled. At this time, Han Xiang slowly turned around. But I saw that on the couch, black flames came out of nowhere and burned the cocoon. In a moment's effort, the already dead Qing Ying was reborn in the black flames.

Han Xiang smiled slightly.

When you raise your eyes, the black flames gradually extinguish.

Except for the giant cocoon, there are no traces of half-lit other scenes around Han Xiang's couch. Qingying, who originally lost an arm and her life, also recovered these two things during this period. Then, the seemingly delicate girl, looking at the surrounding scenery suspiciously, said to herself, "Where is this?"

Han Xiang reminded lightly: "This is the Yufu. ”

As soon as the words fell, Qing Ying, who was originally a little dazed, looked at his arm, and then at Han Xiang in front of him, and instantly realized what was happening, so he hurriedly knelt on the ground: "Thank you for the Patriarch's grace of recreation!"

By the flickering candlelight, Han Xiang slowly faded off his black clothes.

But I saw a pair of black wings slowly unfold during this period.

When the scarlet gaze fell on Qingying's face, she stretched out her pale hand to lift Qingying's chin, and whispered, "Who killed you?" ”

Facing Han Xiang at this time, Qing Ying trembled and said, "A woman." A woman in red who can unleash the "Ten Directions Realm"!"

Han Xiang frowned: "Is that the person we are looking for?"

Qingying: "It should be." ”

Han Xiang: "Is the sword with her?"

Qingying: "She used a black ancient sword to kill me. It is about three inches long and one inch wide. ”

"This sword isn't the one we're looking for. It seems that she may have hidden that sword. Han Xiang frowned, according to Qing Ying's description, the sword didn't seem to be the one she was looking for. After thinking for a moment, Han Xiang turned to say, "That Meng Jian, is that the baby boy we are looking for?"

Qing Ying trembled a little and said, "I'm not sure ...... yet"

"What do you want?" Han Xiang frowned, as if he was a little displeased. She wanted to get angry and punish Qing Ying a little, but after thinking about it, she still forgot it. After all, Qingying was just a mortal, and it was indeed difficult for her spiritual power to detect Meng Jian's "secret", so she turned around and said: "That's it, in a few days it will be the autumn festival." I heard Chu Yu say that there will be a grand banquet in Yufu that night. As is customary, the Spiegel is supposed to bring her disciples with her. At that time, I will verify this myself. ”

Qing Ying listened, knelt on the ground: "No." ”

Han Xiang paused and continued, "There are still some days before the Autumn Festival, and you can contact our people later." I hope they show up on time for the autumn festival. ”

Qingying: "The Imam plans to do it on the day of the Autumn Festival?"

Han Xiang sneered: "Or, can you help me pick a date?"

Qing Ying listened, and was sincerely afraid: "Please ask the elder to calm his anger!"

"Don't ask what you shouldn't ask, just do what you need to do. Do you understand?" her voice, cold to freezing, seemed to freeze time. As she spoke, Han Xiang withdrew her hand and gently stroked the wings behind her. It was a pair of withered bone wings, and although there were still many black feathers hanging from them, they were destined to never fly again.

Frightened, Qing Ying kowtowed and said, "Little slave, let's do it!"

"Wait. After a while, she asked again, "Do you know the child that the Chiyan warrior took away back then?"

Qingying said cautiously: "The little slave is stupid ......"

Han Xiang gathered his thoughts, and suddenly said secretly, "Do you still remember, how many years have passed since that 'Chiyan Rebellion'?" ”

Qingying recalled: "Twenty-one years. ”

"Time flies. It's also time to put an end to this past that is not worth looking back on. Han Xiang's eyes were full of murderous intent, "If there is nothing else, you can go down first." ”

Qing Ying listened, and seemed to have something to say, but for some reason, she wanted to stop talking. Han Xiang saw her thoughts and asked, "What, do you have anything else to say?" ”

Qingying: "The little slave heard that the prince Yunfan, who had disappeared for a long time some time, recently returned to Mingyue City in Jibei with nearly 6,000 Chiyan warriors, I don't know if the imam has heard of this. ”

Han Xiang looked at Qing Ying coldly: "And then?"

"Legend has it that these Chiyan warriors were the reincarnations of heroes who followed the eldest son of the Emperor of Heaven and the god of the day. After the Chiyan Rebellion, these warriors went to the Northern Desert and were never heard from again. So the little slave suspected......"

"Do you suspect that this Yun Fan is the reincarnation of the eldest son of the Heavenly Emperor, the God of Daylight, or do you suspect that these Chiyan warriors are actually fake?" There was not a trace of emotion in the woman's empty eyes. Every word in her words made Qing Ying in front of her feel a lot of pressure.

"The little slave has a lot of mouths, please calm your anger!"

Han Xiang wasn't really angry, but she felt a little tired. She paused, and asked lightly, "Qingying, how long has it been since you joined the Holy Sect. ”

"It's been five years since the Heavenly Fire Tribulation. ”

Han Xiang yawned and continued, "Actually, the eldest son of the Heavenly Emperor, the god of day, Xi, whom you mentioned just now, died at the hands of our great twelve popes in the rebellion of the Ten Marquis of the Northern Desert earlier. It's normal for you to join the Holy Church relatively late, and you don't know about it. So, are there any questions now?"

"The little slave has no doubts......"

"Go down, I'm tired. ”

"The little slave will retire. ”

"Don't forget what I told you. ”

"No. ”

When the words fell, Qingying got up and slowly retreated.

In the faint candlelight, Han Xiang closed her tired eyes.

Inadvertently, the grievances between her past and the Chiyan Samurai once again dragged her into the abyss of memory. It was a past she didn't want to look back on, but it didn't matter, it was going to be over soon, on the night of the Autumn Festival.