After listening to the question, the proprietress first smiled bitterly, and then, it was the owner Yi Ren who also smiled bitterly. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Then, there was infinite silence in the room.

Three people, utter silence.

Since he asked so bluntly, he didn't hide it in his heart. In fact, it also shows that he did not regard Yi Ren and the proprietress as enemies, so he was defenseless.

And the owner and the proprietress are naturally more thoughtful than still speaking. But regardless of the risk of revealing their intentions, they worked with them to save the little devil with all their might.

Therefore they were not prepared to speak up.

Looking at the last few wisps of white mist on the roof, he still smiled bitterly, thinking that he had been manipulated by the Shadow Master and Master all these years. I have done a lot of things that I don't want to do, and I've gone to a lot of places where I don't want to, and I've met these people who are happy to meet people who don't want to.

It's really a trick......

"Aren't you going to explain?" Still Shu asked again.

It's still not a question, it's just a straightforward statement, but the tone is very powerful.

At least, for the hostess, that's the case.

"There are some things that I still need to hide, and it is inconvenient to explain them now."

The proprietress took a deep breath, she adjusted her posture against the corner of the table, found the most comfortable position, and leaned down again: "But I think I can tell you a story." ”

Listen to the story?

Well, at this time, the pulse is weak, and listening to a story is also a good way to pass the time.

What's more, this is the story of the proprietress of Xuanji Pavilion.

Yi Ren frowned, he had a premonition that Feng Ling was going to tell a story. Seeing her demeanor, she must be ready to tell a story that she has not wanted to tell for a long time.

But she must have a reason for doing this...

……

Many years ago, there was an old man who carefully selected seven apprentices.

The big apprentice is very similar to the old man, he has his own complete set of beliefs, tenacity and determination.

The second apprentice is feminine and ruthless, and he is good at attacking scheming.

The three apprentices are strong and faithful and rigid.

The four apprentices are proficient in the refining of magic weapons and have a broad mind.

The five apprentices are good at attacking and operating, and they are elegant gentlemen.

The six apprentices killed arbitrarily and had strong martial arts.

The seven apprentices are good at 100 schools of practice and have a high level of understanding.

The proprietress said, as if she saw an old man walking towards her with a smile. The picture was still beautiful, she had to admit.

At that time, the seven apprentices were not very old, and they didn't know what the master had spent all his efforts cultivating and training them for. So they've been happy and competitive.

After a short time, he became the seven masters praised by people.

Until they grow up and begin to have a mind of their own. At this point, disagreements ensued, with some agreeing with Master's ideas and others strongly opposing them.

On a night as dark as the abyss, the opposition to Master declared outright hostility with Master. Between the two factions, they fell into a fight.

After that night, some were wounded, some were driven out of the land, and some were killed in battle. And there are people... Mistakenly killed by Master......

The proprietress said this, her voice trembling a little.

Moreover, she fell into a deep silence and did not speak again for a long time. The story that was originally going to be told was cut off in half.

The proprietress suddenly stopped, and the owner Yi Ren didn't answer, nor did he ask her what was wrong.

Instead, he broke the silence and said, "I know this story. ”

The proprietress wiped the tears from her ears and looked in the direction she still described.

"It is the story of the national teacher and the seven apprentices. It's just that this matter is a taboo for the demon people, there is no record in the annals, and people don't dare to talk about it casually, but after all, the more mysterious it is, the more curious it is. People still guessed. "Still.

"Tell me, your guess?" The proprietress didn't speak, but the owner Yi Ren asked instead.

"The national teacher has always followed the ancestral teachings, and the disciples who rebelled against him must have the same view as the Yinlu Sect."

Yi Ren's eyes flashed brightly, and he didn't interrupt, motioning for him to continue.

I don't know if it's this atmosphere, it's too much like the warmth of a family, so that still Shu has the courage to vomit and try to verify.

"The fourth apprentice is Wei Xian, the husband of the proprietress, the sixth apprentice is Nahong, the sect master of the Dharma Weapon Sect, and the seventh apprentice is the proprietor."

"What else?" Yi Ren continued to ask.

"These are three people I can be sure of staying in the Demon Clan. In addition, I also have doubts about the identity of the fifth apprentice, if he is good at business, he may be in control of the way of doing business in the world, and seek the financial resources necessary for war preparation. ”

Yi Ren's eyes shone brighter, and the proprietress also propped herself up and looked at the still talking.

"You go on." The proprietress spoke softly.

"This, two, three, and five or four apprentices, some of them have been driven out of the demon clan, and they have no choice but to live or plan in the human world. There should also be people who follow the national teacher to the world and do their plans. ”

"As for the identity of the others, I can't guess. I'm curious, though... The boss lady, please forgive me for offending...", still paused: "Why was your husband mistakenly killed by the national teacher back then?" ”

The proprietress was stunned.

"Of the three apprentices left in the Demon Clan, four apprentices are dead. There is no doubt that the sixth apprentice Nahong is a faction of national teachers, and now you are neutral and ignore the two disputes, I can't guess why the fourth apprentice Wei Xian died, is he against the faction? He continued to ask.

"If he had been against it, he wouldn't have died." The proprietress gritted her teeth, this story still has to be told.

"The opponents had already found a way out for themselves, and when their plan failed, they fled. Those two light and shadow shuttles were still forged for them secretly by Brother Xian. ”

When she said this, the proprietress looked deeply at the words, wanting to see him in his heart, and her eyes were full of tears.

"Brother Xian is very stubborn. At that time, the senior brother persuaded him that even if he didn't stand in line, and the master found out afterwards that he was secretly creating a light and shadow shuttle to help the rebels escape from the clan realm, Brother Xian would not be spared by the master. ”

"Brother Ke Xian just believes in Master! He was an orphan, and he regarded Master as his own father, and he admired Master the most among us. So he didn't believe that Master would be ruthless...... Moved to kill. The proprietress spoke in a miserable voice, and her voice stagnated several times.

"You mean, Guard... Your husband, who was not in opposition back then? Still surprised.

"It's not."

"But Master made a killing move, and Brother Xian's hearts and I were completely cold. He is indeed no longer the master we respect, but a jackal who has gone to extremes. The proprietress gritted her teeth and continued.

"After the opposition fled the clan, Master found out that there were still their accomplices in the clan. That suspicion naturally fell on Brother Xian, otherwise he would not have forbidden to create a light and shadow shuttle to help them escape. ”

"Brother Xian died unjustly..."

"However, in order to protect the survival of his true rebels, he... Death makes sense. ”

This sentence, the proprietress intermittently said three times and finally finished speaking.

After saying that, the proprietress cried.

The owner of the garden, Yi Ren, also quietly shed tears. (To be continued.) )