At the end of last year, there was a snowstorm, and the people suffered, and the number of displaced people increased dramatically. Along the way, even in the lively towns, the disciples of Yunmen also encountered many people who begged for a living and their families were ruined. The children of Yunmen are kind-hearted, and when they see this phenomenon, they slow down their journey and help each other along the way.

It's just the result of inquiring that they are very surprised, "It was the Holy Sect that helped us before!" But since the beginning of this year, those famous and decent people outside have attacked the Holy Sect, and there seems to be something wrong inside the Holy Sect...... We trekked through mountains and rivers, lined up to go to the foot of Damingding Mountain, and asked for help from the Holy Sect. But I heard that Damingding has become an empty mountain, the saint is dead, the sect leader is missing, and no one cares about us at all! The people of the court are so far away, and we have relied on the Holy Sect all these years...... What can I do in the future? Those sects on the rivers and lakes fight and kill every day, if it weren't for the Holy Sect, we would have starved to death a long time ago! ”

"Phew! I heard that those sects shouted that the Holy Sect was a Demon Sect every day, and even if it was a Demon Sect, it had saved so many of us, right? What they are doing now is cutting us off. This is what the big faction does? ”

These words impacted the three views of the juniors of Cloud Gate.

Jiang Yan muttered, "Are we wrong?" The Demon Cult is not bad, and it is only because of our different positions that we are hostile to them? They are all ordinary people, how can the statement be so far behind? Uncle Shi, perhaps it is the prejudice of our famous families that we think that the Demon Sect is unforgivable. But these ordinary people don't care about these entanglements. Whoever feeds them, they like. ”

Yang Qing smiled, "The Demon Sect is called the Demon Sect, and it has its own reasons. You have seen the maintenance of it by ordinary people now, but you have not seen what the people of the Demon Cult have done. Indiscriminately killing innocents, doing whatever they want, and the three views collapsed. How many poor and vicious people are the children of the Demon Sect. Before the previous generation of Demon Sect Leaders, the Demon Sect had relieved our righteous path, changed its course, and even had many negotiations with the imperial court. But since the previous sect leader, the Demon Sect has returned to the evil path. Have you ever seen them save people, and have you ever seen them kill? If you have seen their methods, you will know that there is no justice in the name and decency, and there is nothing wrong with denouncing the Demon Sect alone. ”

"The right path is not necessarily good, but the current demon sect must be evil. You don't have to have any psychological baggage. ”

The disciples looked at Uncle Shi blankly, and only the kung fu that was left was blank. Uncle Shi spoke calmly, slowly, and did not carry too much hatred, but the people in the door knew that Uncle Shi was for their good. I heard that when I was young, my uncle's whole family was slaughtered by the Demon Sect, so I had to take refuge in Yunmen. With such a life experience, when it comes to the Demon Sect, Uncle Shi's tone is still light, and it can be seen that Uncle Shi has a valley in his chest.

In the afternoon, a yellow wind blew, the sky was overcast, and everyone hurried away, only to reach a small dilapidated temple in front of the mountain. At the turn of the night, it began to rain lightly, and the sky darkened very quickly, and the mountains were foggy and the weather became cooler.

When the Yunmen disciples decided to hide from the rain in the temple, more than a dozen homeless people in tattered clothes came to the temple. The homeless people were already unclothed, and they walked in the rain for half an hour, and when they entered the temple, they shivered with cold. The disciples of Yunmen were naturally enthusiastic about helping each other, but the fire broke the water when they were in a hurry before, they were originally people who practiced martial arts, and they didn't need fire, but now when the homeless people needed to roast the fire, they were dumbfounded. The outside world was dark and rainy, and the temple was empty, which really made people stunned.

What if you don't have dry fire folds and firewood?

Jiang Yan gritted his teeth, "Let's drill wood to make fire." "There are two big trees outside the temple, but fortunately they are martial artists, and there is still a way to drill wood to make fire.

But after working hard for a long time, because the wood was damp, two sparks appeared, and they still needed to be carefully cared for, and they would be extinguished without care.

"Use this." When Jiang Yan was embarrassed, a slender and plain white hand handed a book from behind.

He looked at it: chasing men eighteen styles.

Stunned: Isn't this a token of love given by Miss Yang to Uncle Shi? Is that good?

Nothing is wrong.

With such a book, Yang Qing was hesitating. When there was a need at this time, he didn't care too much. In the end, Yang Wangyue is a passerby. Maybe it was a little heartfelt at the time, but it's all over, her identity is a mystery, and he won't ask for trouble.

So be it.

Seeing that Jiang Yan was stupid and didn't move, Yang Qing stepped forward, tore a page from the book at random, squatted down, and handed it to the small fire that was being protected by everyone. He was careless and had a mediocre expression, but in the firelight, after the flames flew onto the paper, in an instant, his eyes condensed slightly-

Under him, on the pages of the book he handed to the fire, at a very slow pace, the handwriting appeared:

Yang Qing, you want me to fall asleep today. Hee-hee-hee.

Yang Qing: ......

All:......

With a trembling hand, he took out the half-burned page from the fire, and stared at the page in his hand with an indescribable expression: on the front was how the witch Mochizuki and Yang Qing loved each other, and on the back was the girl's handwriting, greeting him with a smile.

Almost instantly, the memory pulled him back to that village: the girl who always followed him and confessed to him from time to time; The girl standing outside the courtyard with a face like Shunhua and a fluttering belt; The girl who was held by him in the face on the street and leaned up to kiss him...... And, at the end, the girl who pressed him under him with a pot of wine and kissed him passionately.

Yang Qing looked at the pages in his hand, thought about it, and tore a few other pages, this time careful not to burn the fire, but to roast on the fire. Sure enough, as he expected, on the back of each page of the book, the girl's handwriting appeared:

A spring palace painting of male and female intercourse, half of the painting, she guessed that she was bored, and left a handwriting next to it, "You can make up for it slowly by yourself haha." ”；

One or two words taken from ancient books, saying "I miss you so much", day and night, do you miss me too;

Three or two sentences asked him not to be tired, and a large paragraph described and imagined the opportunity for the two to meet in the future;

……

"Uncle Shi......" The disciple next to him just started.

"Use this." Yang Qing threw out the fire fold from his sleeve, and the teachers and nephews were embarrassed and anxious, so they hurriedly took the fire fold to help the homeless.

Not bad.

Yang Qing has a dry fire fold. He just wanted to ruin the book.

But now, seeing the secret that Mochizuki left in the book, does he still want to destroy it?

The girl who admired him didn't know how many things she had to sell in her family to buy the pen and ink with hidden handwriting. And when it was a coincidence, it suddenly appeared in front of him.

Her heart made him obsessed.

The beautiful young man crouched in front of the fire, staring at the pages of paper with handwriting coming out. The eyes like a galaxy are already beautiful, and at this moment, they burst out with a bright light. The blood gushed up and flowed all over the body, as if it had all been memories. He was a little annoyed, a little surprised, and a little happy.

Raising his eyebrows, looking at those words, Yang Qing couldn't help but laugh. He put the pages away, thinking that he would see what she had written every day on his journey, and the journey would suddenly become less boring.

For the first time in her life, Yang Qing was looking forward to meeting her again - she was such an interesting girl. Whenever he was disappointed in her, God came to him; Surprise him whenever he forgets about her.

The rain is like weaving, and the hearts of our own people are like spring warmth. At the same time, in the inn of "Qinglai City", the light rain outside the window was isolated, and the atmosphere in the house was a little solemn.

The man with calculating eyes waved out an iron fan and looked at the girl sitting peacefully at the table, full of vigilance, "Who do you say you are?!" ”

Yang Wangyue tilted her head and smiled lazily, "What do you say?" At this point, you still don't know who I am? ”

"What, you want to call the White Daoist to arrest me? Who will believe you if you have apostasy and have no basis for your words? ”

"Or do you want to call the Holy Church to ask for verification? Those who have apostasy and fled, the Holy Religion will never leave you alive! ”

One sentence at a time, the girl sitting at the table had a sneer and a smile. With a slam on the tea cup on the table, she got up and walked towards Fan Hao. Obviously, Fan Hao is the one who knows martial arts, and the one who holds a weapon, but in front of Mochizuki, who has cold eyebrows, his momentum has greatly decreased, and he actually retreats step by step.

Mochizuki sneered, "I sue you, if you want a way to live, you can only follow me." Saintly Sect, I am the only one who can save you. Approximately, I'm the only one, and I don't care if you're an apostasy or a defector. ”

Fan Hao couldn't help but ask, "Why...... You—You don't care? "He wasn't sure this was the old saint.

Mochizuki blinked, Fang Cai was still as strong as a mountain, and at this moment he hung his head and said shyly, "Of course, it's because Yang Qing is in the White Dao." ”

"......" the corners of Fan Hao's mouth twitched. Well, he is eighty percent sure that this is the saint - he is so obsessed with that Yang Gongzi that there is only the saint of the past.

And Mochizuki smiled and asked him, "So, now you can tell me the truth, right?" Why did the sect leader apostatize? Stop fooling me with the nonsense that he and I are as close as the sea. You know best how I have a relationship with him. ”

Fan Hao was silent, took out something from his sleeve and handed it to Mochizuki.

Mochizuki took it and looked at it, and the smile on the corner of his lips suddenly became confused - Jinjiang System Derivative Research Report.

Here's a list of names.

What does that mean?

Fan Hao whispered, "This is what the sect leader gave me before leaving." said that he got it from Yao Fu. I don't understand what that means. ”

Yao Fu?

Mochizuki's eyebrows became even colder: Sure enough, the Holy Sect Leader Yuan Yingxing apostasy because of a woman.

That woman is not called Mochizuki, but Yao Fu.

Fan Hao is right.

The Demon Sect Leader and the Demon Sect Holy Maiden were born as a pair.

But that was a long time ago.

After Yao Fu appeared, Yuan Yingxing changed his mind.