When Meng Chang woke up, he was lying on the cold ground.

He slowly opened his eyes, and the brilliance of the moonstone shone brightly, and his piercing eyes hurt. Tears poured out, down his cheeks, seeping into his mouth, and on the tip of his tongue, he tasted a bitter saltiness, like the taste of blood.

Then he realized that the spiritual power in his whole body had disappeared, and his body was as soft as a puddle of mud, unable to lift his strength.

He didn't know what time it was, he didn't know where it was, who had placed himself here.

However, he knew that he was Meng Chang, ninety-three years old this year, a monk in the late stage of foundation building. He is the head of the Meng family in Yancheng, with a virtuous wife, three sons, and two beautiful daughters. But they're gone! The Meng family is gone! The wife is gone! Sons and daughters, too!

He remembered the appearance of each of them, remembered the red candle on the day of marriage, and the tent was rising; I remember his joy and excitement when his first child was born; I remember that when my son got married, the house was full of guests, cheering and laughing; I also remember, remember the last waking day before he opened his eyes, the blood was dripping, the fire was scorching, and in his eyes and heart, there was only a faint blood color.

He should have cried, or rather, he thought he would. However, I wanted to laugh inexplicably. grinning at the corners of his mouth, he realized that he didn't even have the strength to laugh now.

He remembered that his younger brother, Meng Xuan, who was three years younger than him, and his sister-in-law Meng Xue, a girl raised in the Meng family since childhood, was a beautiful girl like ice and snow, but she was good at poisoning. He remembered that when Meng Xuan fell in front of him, he was also laughing, and he said, "Brother, I hope you don't regret it!" ”

The remnant sun is like blood, the blood is like the remnant sun, the red leaves are like knives, and the blade is like a smile. He killed him, he personally designed his brother and sister-in-law, he remembered their last faces, and he remembered their smiles, gentle as water, gentle as cold blades.

Regret it? He remembered telling himself over and over again that the law of the jungle is the survival of the fittest, and the world is nothing more than that. However, when I dream back at night, the high-rise building is leaning on the railing, the moonlight is like water, and when it is cold and cold, I occasionally think of that smile, gentle as water, like a knife. I don't regret it, I don't regret it! He said to himself, but sometimes, this insistence, even he doesn't believe it.

He watched as the daughter they left behind, a child named Meng Yao, grew up little by little. Looking at her eyebrows and eyes that are the same as Meng Xuan, looking at her beautiful face like ice and snow, and that gentle smile, like water, like a knife. Meng Yao did not inherit her parents' outstanding talent, she was a five-spirit root, and later recruited and married a young man from a foreign country. Later, the young man went out on an accident and never returned. Meng Yao gave birth to a daughter named Lin Shiyin. When Lin Shiyin was seven years old, Meng Yao died of illness. Later, Lin Shiyin escaped from Meng's house, and Meng Chao, who was far away in Tianyin Pavilion, brought the news that Lin Shiyin was favored by the elders in the door and two knotted gold pills.

At that time, he was ecstatic. He originally thought that in this life, he would not have the opportunity to form a golden pill. Not because of qualifications, but because of that smile, like water, like a knife, coldly cut on the heart. The more you want to forget, the clearer the memory becomes; The more I tried to break free, the tighter the bondage became.

However, the good times did not last long, and the ancestor who was in retreat in the ancestral land had not yet received good news, but the Meng family was surrounded by a group of black-clothed people in the middle of the night on a light moonlit night. The moonlight that night was as gentle as water, like Meng Xuan's last smile, cold and cold, like a blade.

The strength of the enemy is far superior to that of the Meng family, and the sword light of the Qing Dynasty, the dripping blood, and the cold moonlight are densely intertwined. He remembered that at the end, he fell to the ground, the fire around him was fierce, and on the dark blue sky, the moon was half bent, and the cold stars were falling.

Do you regret it? There seemed to be a voice asking in a low voice. In memory, the remnant sun is like blood, the blood is like the remnant sun, the red leaves are like a knife, and the blade is like a smile.

I guess I regret it, right? He said silently. There are two lines of turbid tears, sliding into the corners of the mouth, the tip of the tongue, a bitter fishy salt.

"You're awake!" There was a clear voice, like the murmuring of autumn water, sounding around him.

Then, a pill was stuffed into his mouth. The pill melted in his mouth, and immediately, a cloud of heat rose from his chest. The whole body suddenly had strength, although it was not yet able to mobilize spiritual power.

He sat up and turned his head.

A handsome and handsome young man like a fairy, with silver clothes and black hair, and the corners of his sleeves are embroidered with dark golden rain and joy patterns, like a full moon rising from the sea. Behind him, there were two black-clothed men with golden masks, with a fierce momentum, like two unsheathed swords.

"When my people rushed to the Meng family, they only had time to save you! As for why your Meng family was destroyed, I probably know the reason. Ye Qingchen looked at Meng Chang and said lightly. Naturally, he didn't "only have time to save Meng Chang", but he only needed one witness. For now, he doesn't want to alarm the murderer. Although, he did catch a murderer as well.

Meng Chang was silent. He seemed to see the dripping blood again, the cold moonlight, like water, like a knife. My heart hurts as if I can't breathe.

"Do you remember Meng Xue? She should have been called Duanmu Rong, the eldest daughter of the palace master of Yaohua Palace and her husband Ouyang Yu. Soon after he was born, he was stolen and sent to the Meng family to be raised. Now, there are fears that this secret will be discovered. So, I thought about it, destroy the Meng family first! ”

Meng Chang's heart shook greatly, he seemed to see it again, that beautiful girl as beautiful as ice and snow, saw it again, that gentle smile like water, heard it again, someone whispered in his ear: "Brother, I hope you don't regret it!" ”

"Who is it? Who is it? …… Who is it? Meng Chang roared, his eyes full of deep pain and madness. His throat was dry, his voice hoarse, and he roared ominously, like the last struggle of a trapped beast.

"I want to know, too, so tell me everything you know. Everything related to Meng Xue, the more detailed the better! Ye Qingchen said in a low voice, his voice was full of bewitchment. He clearly knew that the person in front of him was on the verge of collapse. When he spoke, he deliberately performed the technique of Heavenly Demon Meiyin, which could calm Meng Chang's emotions and guide him to say the words accumulated in his heart.

As if bewitched, Meng Chang gradually calmed down, cleared his throat, and slowly told everything about Meng Xue. His voice was a mixture of sweetness, pain, struggle, and madness.

“…… I saw him smile at me, and his smile was as gentle as water, like a knife. He said to me, 'Brother, I hope you don't regret it!' 'Do I regret it?' How could I regret it? How could I regret it! …… Why don't you hate me? Why laugh? Why, do you want to leave me alone to suffer from these nightmares? ......" tears were in his eyes, Meng Chang held his head in his hands and roared hoarsely. His family is ruined, the past is like a knife, and his mind has already collapsed in the torture of day after day.

Ye Qingchen sighed lowly, leaving Meng Chang, who was almost crazy and tormented by pain and fear, behind him, and turned to leave: "Let's go see another person!" ”

The man was dressed in black and curled up in the corner. An expressionless face, as if carved out of stone. Perhaps, even he himself doesn't know when the last time he laughed. He turned his head to confirm his situation, and then fell silent, and shrank in the corner, like a stone sculpture, motionless.

Ye Qingchen stepped up slightly, and he approached the corner: "Are you a dead soldier?" ”

The man in black remained motionless and silent.

Ye Qingchen was not annoyed: "In the eyes of your master, now, you should be a dead man!" Let me guess, who is your master, who is the person who wants to destroy the Meng family? Shangguan, or Ouyang? ”

When Ye Qingchen mentioned "Shangguan", the black-clothed man's pupils shrank slightly.

"It seems to be Shangguan! Also, Shangguan Ming is the side husband of the Duanmu Palace Master, and the two also have a daughter, Duanmu Ya. Due to the blood oath of the heart alliance left by the ancestor of the Shangguan family, they could not kill the daughter of the Duanmu family, but they could send her far away to the Meng family in Yancheng. It's a pity that someone noticed Duanmu Rong's descendant, Lin Shiyin. A woman with a pure yin physique, but she can practice the Duanmu family's top exercise "Nine Heavens Plain Female Formula". Ye Qingchen said slowly.

The face of the man in black has finally changed!

"It's a pity that there is no solution to the 'elixir', Ye Er Gongzi must be disappointed! The palace master will not move the father of the young palace master for the sake of a wasted person with ruined qualifications! He hissed.

Ye Qingchen smiled faintly, "I just need to hand you over to the Duanmu Palace Master alive, how to deal with the Shangguan family is the Duanmu Palace Master's own business." ”

The face of the man in black was a little hideous: "I will not betray my master!" ”

"I don't need you to betray your master, you may have forgotten that in this world, there is another spell called soul searching!" Ye Qingchen said lightly. Soul searching is a kind of evil art that can read people's memories. After being searched for souls, this person is basically a sane waste. Although this kind of magic is despised, because it is so easy to use, almost no one can hide it under the soul searching technique, and it is very popular with monks.

The man in black turned his face away and said nothing.

"I forgot to tell you that the prohibition in your soul has been broken by me!" 'Soul Locking' is easy to use, but it's not omnipotent. ”

"You know?" The man in black could no longer maintain the indifference on his face and exclaimed. 'Soul Locking' is a form of divine soul prohibition that prevents someone from using soul searching to snoop on their memories and turn against the caster, injuring their soul. This method is extremely secretive, how can the person in front of you know about it?

Ye Qingchen didn't answer. The brilliance of the moonstone fell softly, and the corners of the silver robe swept over the stone steps, leaving only the black-clothed man curled up in the shadows, motionless, like a stone carving.

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