"So he died. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

The Oriental girl replied coldly, as if she wanted to block the backtracking of her thoughts in a stiff tone, so as not to let herself recall everything she had seen that day again.

Wang Dazhui didn't answer again, his eyes swept over the blood on the ground in the courtyard. A good ceremony of washing hands in a golden basin and withdrawing from the rivers and lakes, but so many people died, from a certain point of view, this is a real withdrawal from the rivers and lakes, which is much better than washing hands in a golden basin and the like.

"How many more will die?"

Wang Dazhui stood three meters in front of the Oriental girl, looking at the martial arts people in the courtyard who drooped their heads like defeated roosters, sighed faintly, and looked at his demeanor, not at all like a bun seller, but like a teacher in the school.

The Oriental girl ignored him, Mingkong stood behind the Oriental girl, looking at the back of the Oriental girl, looking at the faintly sighing Wang Dazhui, obviously there were two people, but Mingkong seemed to see two swimming fish, as well as an overwhelming net.

Mingkong seemed to understand something, but she couldn't say it, but there seemed to be a voice in her heart telling her that this point was very important and she must think about it. So Mingkong racked his brains to think, searched his intestines and scraped his stomach to think, the intestines of thinking seemed to be tied with a bow in his body, and the brain of thinking seemed to have a needle piercing, Mingkong wanted to give up, but the voice in his heart reminded him over and over again, the voice was getting louder and louder, as if a copper bell was ringing in Mingkong's ears.

"Ahh

Mingkong woke up with his head covered suddenly, and looked around in a little confusion, only to find that this was not the familiar wing room of Liu Zhengfeng's house in Hengshan City. Shaking his head, Mingkong barely sobered up a little, and his noisy brain finally calmed down a little. Mingkong remembered that when he was at Liu Zhengfeng's house, he had been standing behind the Dongfang girl until Wang Dazhui appeared, and he looked at the Dongfang girl and Wang Dazhui, but he could only see two fish struggling in the net, and then ......

"Ahh

As if the wound that had not healed was pricked with a needle again, Mingkong fell on the bed with his head in his hands in pain, he could remember that he was like this at the time, he wanted to remember something, and then fainted.

"Are you awake?"

The door of the room was pushed open from the outside, and the cold voice of the oriental girl flowed into Mingkong's ears like a glass of chilled water in summer.

Mingkong knelt on the bed, heard the voice of the Oriental girl, turned his head to look over, today's Oriental girl is still wearing the same blood-red dress, but her face is a little more whitewashed, more majestic than usual.

"Where is this?"

Mingkong asked weakly, although he already had a guess in his heart, but that place was too dreamy, and in his lifetime, Mingkong never thought that he would really come here.

"Here? Naturally, it's Blackwood Cliff. ”

The Oriental girl replied very plainly, for Mingkong, it seems to be a dream bubble, but for the Oriental girl, it is as normal and comfortable as home.

"What about them?"

Although he couldn't believe it, Mingkong quickly accepted this, was silent for a moment, and asked again.

The Oriental girl didn't speak, and Mingkong's heart sank little by little with the silence of the Oriental girl.

Yes, are they all dead?

Mingkong doesn't know Lao Yue, in this Jianghu, Lao Yue wears a mask that is too tight, but Mingkong knows his mother in this body in this world, she is definitely a person who would rather die than give in.

How should I face the Oriental girl?

Mingkong was a little confused.

"Later, you'll find out."

Finally, the Oriental girl did not continue to be silent, and when Mingkong's heart was about to break and sink to the bottom, the Oriental girl said such a sentence in a somewhat strange tone.

Although the tone of the Dongfang girl was a little strange, Mingkong didn't care about this, and just breathed a sigh of relief.

Anyway, since the Dongfang girl said so, at least, Lao Yue, his mother, and those brothers did not die in the hands of the Dongfang girl.

"Your injury, I have asked Ping Yizhi to show you, you only need to recuperate for a few days to recover, when your injury is healed, I will make you the new right envoy of light of my God Sect."

The Dongfang girl said this, turned around and was about to leave, but when Mingkong heard the Dongfang girl's words, he asked suspiciously: "The right envoy of light?" What about Qu Yang's predecessors? ”

In his memory, Mingkong seemed to remember that Qu Yang's predecessor was the right envoy of the Sun and Moon God Sect, and Qu Yang's predecessor did say that he wanted to retire to the rivers and lakes, but before he fainted, it seemed that this matter had not been determined.

The Dongfang girl's footsteps paused, did not look back, and said coldly: "He has retired to the rivers and lakes." ”

Although he faintly felt that the tone of the Dongfang girl was a little wrong, Mingkong didn't think much about it, but just said, "Is Qu Yatou also with him?" That's not bad. ”

In this sentence, there was a lot of emotion, so the Oriental girl didn't reply, and left Mingkong's room directly.

Rubbing his head, Mingkong lay back on the bed, looking at the wooden roof in a daze.

This time, I thought about the cliff and went out of Huashan, although I had not encountered any danger, but Mingkong felt extremely tired, and for a while, Mingkong actually missed the simple cave that I thought about the cliff.

The reason why Feng Qingyang lives in seclusion in Siguo Cliff is because he has seen too much in the rivers and lakes, right? That's why he always sighs at sunset, looking down the mountain, across the sea of clouds.

Once, Mingkong also laughed at Feng Qingyang, he had no temperament in the rivers and lakes at all, and sighed all day long, compared to the people in the rivers and lakes, he was more like a sour and rotten Confucian. But now, Mingkong has only gone down the mountain once, and he has already thought back to the idea of living in seclusion on the cliff, and people who have been in the rivers and lakes for most of their lives like the wind is clear, how many loves, hatreds, and hatreds will they experience?

The head sticks to the pillow, and the upper and lower eyelids are like the Cowherd and Weaver Girl on the Qixi Festival, desperately wanting to get together. Mingkong's speed of thinking gradually slowed down, and he was groggy and planned to sleep, but suddenly, Mingkong thought of one thing, like a basin of cold water poured down on the head of the hot summer, the whole person suddenly woke up, and no longer cared about resting, hurriedly pulled his clothes from the head of the bed and draped them on his body, and stumbled towards the door.

Coming out of the bright room, the Oriental girl did not go directly back to her study, but made a detour, went to a mountain spring brought in from the back mountain, slowly took off her blood-red dress, walked into the water, pillowed her head on the shore, and slowly closed her eyes.

At Liu Zhengfeng's golden basin washing ceremony, although the plan that has been planned for many years has been successfully implemented, the Oriental girl does not have the sense of relief after the revenge, those ecstasies that I thought did not appear as promised, but the endless emptiness entangled the Oriental girl, just like the feeling of suddenly losing her family and everything that year, standing alone in the mountains and wilderness.

"Treading ......"

The quiet environment with only the sound of the spring water flowing was broken by a sound of footsteps, but the Oriental girl was still lying in the spring with her eyes closed, letting the spring water wash over her body, watching the bloody gas lingering around, with the spring water, gradually moving away.