"What happened fifteen years ago?"

As soon as these words came out, not only Murong Zetao, but even the blue-robed man who was drinking tea on the side focused his eyes on Xia Xue'er, with a suspicious expression.

Didn't you say that this little girl was the deputy valley master of the Netherworld? How can you not even know what happened fifteen years ago? For Netherworld Valley, it could be said to be the biggest loss it had suffered since its founding, not only did it lose hundreds of disciples, but even the old valley master was broken! And as the deputy valley owner, she wouldn't know! I don't know! It's a big surprise.

Xia Xue'er looked at the two of them without exception with wide eyes and looked at herself, and wondered for a while, could it be that this matter is well known? Or is it something that is directly related to you? But no matter what happened, whether it had anything to do with her or not, she had to understand it clearly today.

In order to dispel the suspicions of the two of them, and in order to get more information, Xia Xueer stretched out her hand and scratched her head, and explained with an embarrassed look: "I wasn't born fifteen years ago, besides, I don't have amnesia!" ”

Amnesia? Yes, there was such a clause in the previous investigation. The blue-robed man nodded thoughtfully, then retracted his gaze and muttered: "Fifteen years ago, it could be said that it was the sorrow of the entire rivers and lakes, and it was also the sorrow of the whole world. ”

Smelling the truth, Xia Xue'er walked to the side of the small table and sat down, listening to the blue-robed man's story.

"The reason why it is said that it is the sorrow of the entire rivers and lakes is because the melee spread widely, and it can be said that no sect was spared in the huge rivers and lakes, and each sect and sect have lost several outstanding disciples, most of them are hundreds or thousands, and there are nearly a hundred people at the least, and there are no longer a few who have been directly destroyed. And the reason why it is said to be the sorrow of the whole world is because although it is a change in the rivers and lakes, many innocent people have been implicated, and more importantly, Mu Xuanting was also buried in it. ”

"Mu Xuanting?" Xia Xue'er murmured in a low voice: "Mu Feiyang's real name is Mu Xuanlong, and this Mu Xuanting is only one word different from him, presumably he is also a prince, but why have I never heard of it?" ”

"Mu Xuanting is the eldest prince, he was only seventeen years old when he died, and after this incident, the emperor decreed that the old matter should not be revisited, so it is normal that you don't know." Murong Zetao explained.

Xia Xue'er nodded, and then asked, "Then what sect disciple is he?" ”

Murong Zetao shook his head disapprovingly, "As far as I know, this is not the case. ”

"Then why does the matter in the rivers and lakes implicate him?" Xia Xue'er was very puzzled, since Mu Xuanting was not from the rivers and lakes, how could the drastic changes in the rivers and lakes take his young life? Let's ask, the vermilion wall palace is deep, what kind of relationship will a prince in it have with the rivers and lakes?

"I don't know very well, there are different opinions in the rivers and lakes about the thrilling changes back then, but ......" Murong Zetao said halfway through, and turned his eyes to the blue-robed man sitting opposite Xia Xue'er.

"But what?" Xia Xue'er looked at him and stopped talking, and asked anxiously.

"Uncle Bian is a witness."

After hearing this, Xia Xue'er seemed to see hope in the dark, so she turned her head, looked at the man drinking tea in front of her expectantly, and clenched her fists and asked, "Senior, can you tell me about it?" ”

Uncle Bian's face was not as chic and uninhibited as when he first came in, and he was a little dignified, but he didn't know what he was thinking, so he guessed that he was recalling the accident fifteen years ago! I saw him pick up a cup of tea, stared at it for a long time, then raised his head and drank it all, and then smashed the cup with one palm, as if he had made up his mind, raised his head and first looked at Xia Xue'er, and then his gaze slid over her face, and finally settled on Murong Zetao's face.

"Fifteen years ago...... Your father's death is all my fault, and you deserve to hate me. ”

As soon as these words came out, Xia Xue'er's eyes suddenly widened in shock, and then she looked at Murong Zetao, but his eyes were only slightly narrowed, but he was expressionless. At this time, she knew why this man and Murong Zetao were at odds with each other, why Murong Zetao suddenly moved his murderous gaze to the blue-robed man, why this man had a sense of rejection from thousands of miles away, and why Murong Zetao became so unusual in front of him......

However, Uncle Bian didn't care about the changes in Xia Xue'er's face, nor did he give her time to digest, but recalled it by himself.

"The rivers and lakes, on the surface, seem to be calm but actually turbulent, the various sects are secretly competing with each other, sometimes it is not uncommon to kill three or five individual sect disciples due to sect disputes or personal grievances, but once it involves the face of a sect, then no matter how small things can be magnified, no matter how worthwhile things can become rifts between the two factions, and it will get bigger and bigger with time. Seeing face as life is the common nature of every Jianghu person, and it is said that Jianghu people are proud, but in fact, the most careful ones are Jianghu people. Although the melee fifteen years ago was started by the eldest prince, in the end, most of the rivers and lakes were asked to accompany him to his funeral. ”

"Was it the incident provoked by the eldest prince?" Xia Xue'er couldn't help but sigh, what kind of mind and strategy does it have to be to cause such a thrilling change at the age of seventeen, and even to mention it today fifteen years later? It's a pity that he ended up losing his life. If not, how could today's Mu Feiyang compete with him? Even if you have your own help, if you want to win in the dangerous battle for succession, it is something you can't pack!

Uncle Bian had fallen deeply into the memory, his eyes were empty and distant, as if he was looking at the white porcelain teacup on the table, but he didn't look at the white porcelain teacup.

"As for the origins? Although it was not provoked by Mu Xuanting, it was also closely related to him. ”

Xia Xue'er didn't understand Uncle Bian's words too much, and then Murong Zetao explained intimately: "Although the eldest prince had no intention of being hostile to the rivers and lakes, he was killed by the rivers and lakes, he was assassinated, and it is said that it was because of the assassination of the eldest prince that the rivers and lakes were provoked. ”

"Assassination? Was he assassinated by the Jianghu sect? "Xia Xue'er has not read the history books, and the assassination of an heir to the throne who is highly praised by the people must have touched the vital interests of the powerful family.

"More precisely, he was assassinated by a killer organization."

"Is it you or?"

"Although the Killing Hall is not a decent family, it does not do anything ashamed of the world. Mu Xuanting is a master who cares about the people and the world, such a rare heir, no matter how much he buys his head from the hands of the Killing Palace! ”

"That's it...... Night? ”

Although Murong Zetao didn't agree with it this time, he didn't say anything to refute it, Xia Xue'er knew that she had guessed right. Previously, I suspected that the Killing Hall was also because the scope of activity of the Dark Night Temple was in the south, but the Killing Hall dominated the north, and the capital city was naturally within its scope, and for a sect like the Killer Organization that took people's money and did things, the territorial awareness was quite strong.

"How could the mere assassination of a child of the royal family cause such a catastrophe? What alarmed the entire martial arts was not the murder plan in the dark night, but the self-esteem and vanity of the various sects.

People are like this, anyone will like the feeling of being respected and worshipped, they can't help but compare with the people around them, and they can't help but want to lead others, and the rivers and lakes are even more so. Since the previous martial arts alliance leader was poisoned and died, the huge martial arts have been in a state of leaderlessness, and there are not a few large and small frictions between sects. The leader of the martial arts alliance is different from the emperor, he is a nominal ruler, and he does not have much real power in his hands, but he is the general martial arts conference to select a person who can speak of martial arts and can convince the public, and his existence is to dispel the idea of fighting for power between various sects, and finally it also plays a role in maintaining the stability and peace of the martial arts. After the death of the previous alliance leader, there has been no selection of suitable candidates to satisfy all parties, so the position of the alliance leader has been vacant, and naturally it has become a coveted thing for many people, and the people who have been chasing fame and fortune and no one are convinced of martial arts after the lack of control, the entire martial arts have begun to deviate, large and small challenges have never stopped, and they are extremely happy to win, and then look for opponents under the burst of self-confidence, and the hammer who loses is frustrated, and can't help but seek revenge after losing face, as I said before, Jianghu people are the most cautious. The piles that have been accumulated for more than ten years, no matter how big or small, broke out together until fifteen years ago, so the assassination of Mu Xuanting in the dark was just the fuse that advanced an inevitable scuffle.

I don't know if it was deliberate or unintentional, the news of the assassination of Mu Xuanting leaked out in advance, and Mu Xuanting, who went south to inspect, was pretentious and did not take it to heart, and still returned to the city according to the original plan, and even returned to the city with such confidence that he just returned to the city with a light car! And before the dark night has even started, there are already people who have joined it, there is no need to organize at all, and there is no need to call, with the arrogance and tacit understanding shared by martial arts cultivators, whether it is a famous and promising disciple of a big faction, or a little-known small gang disciple, as long as they have practiced martial arts for a few years, who doesn't want to take this opportunity to show their talents, revenge if they have revenge, and want to show up if they don't have revenge, in case one accidentally becomes famous? It was under the impetus of tens of thousands of vanities that a bloody storm arose, and quickly expanded, and the melee lasted for five days and five nights, and finally stopped because there were too many dead and wounded, and exhaustion. And that Mu Xuanting did not die in the hands of the dark night, but did not know who was under the sword under the melee. ”

Xia Xue'er and Murong Zetao were silent, quietly listening to Uncle Bian recalling the major event that shocked the whole world fifteen years ago, and also looking for his lost soul fragments.

"Those small sects that have unfortunately been wiped out are naturally not worth mentioning, who let them have no self-knowledge, they have to wade through this troubled water, and among the major sects, there is no one who has the most casualties and the greatest losses than your Netherworld Valley. The Netherworld Valley has prided itself on being high, has never pursued fame and fortune, and looks like it has no quarrel with the world, and after the death of the previous martial arts alliance leader, he automatically took on the burden of maintaining the peace of the martial arts, but after all, you are still a gang, how can other sects be willing to be controlled by you, isn't that equivalent to admitting that you are inferior? In addition, your way of doing things is so extreme, the distinction between good and evil is too clear, and those who are identified as evil sects will suffer from the blows from the Netherworld, so there are many enemies, and there are countless revenge seekers.

In fact, where can there be absolute justice and absolute evil in the rivers and lakes? Have those who are recognized as righteous always be upright and frank? Is it true that what is considered evil to be filthy, vicious, vile and sinful? The world is so big, there are hundreds of thousands of martial arts cultivators, and how many of them are born sadists? Who is not pursuing greater interests, and who is not looking for a better way out? It's just that the methods used are different, and the angles are different, so all the divisions between good and evil are just wishful thinking on your part. And this wishful thinking has become the sharp blade that kills yourselves!

Your old valley lord died to protect the peace of the martial arts, and our old hall master Brother Murong died to protect Mu Xuanting and me, don't you think it's incredible, in your eyes, the Killing Palace, which is full of evil, will actually have a time when he sacrifices his life to protect the lives of others? You have what you insist on and believe in, and we also have the bottom line that we adhere to and maintain, although Mu Xuanting does not have any favors for the Killing Palace, but for the sake of his uprightness, his dedication to investigating and curbing corrupt officials, and his sincere concern for the people's livelihood and suffering, Brother Murong sacrificed himself to protect him, but unfortunately it was useless in the end.

The melee lasted for five days and five nights, and Murong fell in a pool of blood at the last moment, and there was no good place on his body, either the wound of the sword or the poisonous wound of the hidden weapon, his face that had suffered from the vicissitudes of life was a little terrifying under the stain of blood, but I still saw the regret and unwillingness in his heart on it. Looking at his dead appearance, how kind of heart is my heart, the person who has picked up half his life under his full protection! You won't understand that feeling, and you won't be able to pay attention to that feeling. I have been secretly fighting with him for a lifetime, and I have cared about each other for a lifetime, but in the end, he still left me after all, he still exchanged his life for my life, and he still left me alone to face the mess he left behind, and left me alone to face his only son!

Fifteen years ago, it was a horrible nightmare, and I still shudder when I think back to the scene of the piles of bones! ”

Uncle Bian's narration ended, and the room fell into a dead silence, and even the sound of breathing was extremely weak.

Xia Xue'er also seemed to sink into Uncle Bian's memories, and came to that twilight when the sun was like blood, the sun was slanting westward, the sword light and sword shadows, the fighting roared, the wailing was all over the field, and the blood flowed like a river......