I don't know when, the owner of the lonely Xiao village has already stood behind Ling Ding, but Ling Ding is unaware of it, as a master of the eighth order of martial arts and using poison to pass through the gods, he was actually approached by people but did not notice, there can only be two possibilities: one is that this person's martial arts has reached the heavenly realm; The second is that he can't keep his heart anymore.

While he was thinking wildly, the owner of the lonely Xiao village had already withdrawn the cold blade, walked to the bookcase and sat down, closed the book that had read a few pages on the table, touched it and then put it aside, and motioned for Lingding to sit down. Lingding relieved herself and sat opposite the owner of Guxiao, not daring to look into her eyes.

The brief silence seemed as long as centuries had passed, and Ling Ding finally couldn't hold back and asked, "Why did you save me?" ”

"It's the deal, there's no why."

"Wouldn't it be better to hand me over?"

"Money and power don't mean anything to me, and you, I'm interested."

"I still don't get it." "You don't have to understand now, but you will understand eventually." The owner of the village ended the conversation just now in an unquestionable tone, and then said unhurriedly, "The rivers and lakes are nothing more than the rivers and lakes of the laity, and the power is just the power of the people in power, and I can't get more than a game." ”

"A game? Aren't you afraid of getting burned? Lingding asked eagerly. Ask for trouble? Hahahahaha ”

Lingding was stunned. The owner of the village seemed to anticipate Ling Ding's reaction, picked up the teacup on the desk and poured two cups of tea for himself and Ling Ding, put it in front of the tip of his nose and sniffed it, and said, "Have you ever heard of the blood sacrifice?" ”

Lingding nodded, and his face suddenly became a little solemn.

"Ten years of weeping, a hundred years of loneliness and no one. The temple did not dare to speak coldly, but sacrificed to kill the world. When the owner of Guxiao Village finished reading these few lines of poetry, Ling Ding's face completely changed, because she knew that once this poem appeared, it would be the beginning of the bloody storm in the rivers and lakes.

The owner of Guxiao Village glanced at Ling Ding contemptuously, and said word by word, "The meaning of the existence of Guxiao Villa is here, and the blood sacrifice of rivers and lakes is also where our inheritance lies. The mission or fate of Lonely Roaring Heights is to train a messenger to clean the rivers and lakes of dirt. ”

"What does that have to do with us?" Lingding asked puzzled.

"Of course it matters, you have no way out, flee to Lonely Roaring Heights, I made a deal with you, the child you brought will join his fate and fulfill his own fate."

After listening to the words of the owner of Guxiao Village, Lingding thundered like a lightning strike, but he didn't expect that he had no way to retreat, but he buried such a big hidden danger for Lin'er.

"It's too late to regret it now. I can let you go, because we have never seen it, but the road ahead will be even more difficult. It seems that he has grasped the weakness of Lingding, and the owner of the lonely village picked up the book calmly, and it seems.

Now there are a lot of things to do, I don't know what to do, go? Going out is a dead end, staying? I'm afraid it's also a life of nine deaths. Recalling the past, those good and regretful, Lingding tears began to slide down her cheeks again.

Suddenly, a slap hit Ling Ding on the cheek, and the hot feeling made Ling Ding wake up instantly, only to hear the owner of the lonely village shouting, "You can't avenge your revenge, do you let that child also live with hatred for the rest of his life?" ”

Lingding held her arm with both hands, and her nails were inserted, dripping red from skin to flesh. "Do you want Lin'er to carry hatred and live a lifetime?" This sentence echoed in her mind repeatedly, and she couldn't disperse it for a long time.

"Please promise me that you must protect Lin'er!" Ling Ding pulled out his hand, his fingertips were full of blood, and he glared at the owner of the village and said.

"Fate is his own struggle, I will not promise you, his own life, he will fight for himself. I believe you have also seen those children, those dark shadows just now, not a mirage, they are all orphans adopted by Lonely Roaring Heights over the years, which of them has not carried hatred? But the reality is so cruel, because every blood sacrifice can only be done by one person. Everyone else will be buried for his hatred. ”

Lingding stopped talking and nodded silently, because she believed that Lin'er could do it, live for the hatred she carried, and finally avenge the Gu family, she had this confidence.

The owner of the Lonely Xiao Village seemed to have seen through Ling Ding's heart, sighed and said, "That's it, before she is ten years old, you can meet him, but after the age of ten, you can not see each other again, I will tell him, you are dead, can you accept it?" ”

Ling Ding trembled at this time and nodded silently.

Seeing Ling Ding like this, the owner of Guxiao Village said to the door, "Come on, take her back to rest." A purple-clothed maid walked in and took Lingding down.

When Lingding walked away, Chi Xin, who was dressed in red, flashed in and said to the owner of Guxiao Village, "Do you really want to take them in?" ”

The owner of the village stood up and said to Chi Xin, "The people who came here have cut off the past, aren't you and I like this?" This matter must be brought up again. Go and bring the monk over. ”

Chixin wanted to argue about something, but after thinking about it, he stopped talking, and retreated.

When Chixin walked out, the owner of the lonely village slowly sat back on the bookcase chair, picked up the book he had just closed and said to himself, "Who doesn't want to start over?" Who can live again? ”

After the owner of Guxiao Village sent Chixin away, he stared at the monk who couldn't understand it without saying a word, just watched silently. The monk was a little hairy, and said, "Amitabha, if the female benefactor doesn't have anything to ask, the poor monk will say a few words from the master, and then leave." ”

After speaking, he was about to speak, but the owner of the village suddenly interrupted the monk and said, "Little monk, are you willing to listen to a story?" ”

The monk scratched his head and said puzzledly, "When the poor monk left the temple, the master explained that if the female benefactor received the jade hairpin, she would tell a story to the poor monk, but the master repeatedly warned that she could not listen or believe it. The poor monk still didn't listen. ”

The owner of the lonely village suddenly changed her age, she was slightly angry under the mask, and then she collapsed as if she had used all her strength, and said to the monk, "Say it." What did your master ask you to bring me? ”

The monk took out a silk handkerchief, read it according to the book without any emotion, "Sixteen years of farewell, I don't know if it's good to condense it?" Let me bring greetings to this fool. ”

Why did the master say this about me, I don't understand the monk read this, muttered two sentences in a low voice, and then continued, "It has been more than 16 years since I said goodbye back then, and I have been chanting sutras and worshipping the Buddha day and night to eliminate the sins of the past. But a few years ago, I learned that you were in charge of Lonely Roaring Heights, and now I can only advise you to turn back, what happened back then was not your fault with me, don't shackle it, and regret it for the rest of your life. ”

After listening to the monk's words, the owner of the village fell into silence for a long time and said, "Is your master okay?" ”

The monk said gloomily, "Master, the old man's health has not been as good as before in recent years, and he has to cross my true qi every few years to suppress the tyranny in his body, and now he is haggard. He hoped that when I came to the owner's place, I could ask for elixir or exercises to dissolve the tyrannical qi wandering in my body, so as not to hurt others and myself again. ”

"What's the trouble with this, little monk, I've listened to your master's words, can you listen to my story? If you want, I may have a way to heal your master. The owner of the lonely village said gloomily.

The monk still shook his head and said, "The master has an explanation, if the owner insists, then he will destroy his ears and will not be able to listen." ”

The owner of the lonely village suddenly raised his head and laughed, and said sharply, "Zen master who is not lustful, you are so ruthless." Do you think you can hide it from the eyes of the world? ”

When the owner of the village of Gu Xiao finished venting his anger in Xinzhong, the monk said to her thoughtfully, "Master said, the owner of the village will definitely be angry after hearing it, let the poor monk hand over another thing to the owner, and the anger of the owner can be calmed." After speaking, he took out a purple silk handkerchief from the monk's robe, and saw two vivid mandarin ducks embroidered on it, grinding their ears and temples.

The owner of the lonely village looked at this silk handkerchief, and immediately shouted outside the door, "Chixin, take him down, I don't want to see him again." ”

After a while, Chixin walked quickly from outside the door, grabbed the monk and was about to leave. At this time, the owner of the lonely village suddenly said, "Silk Pa stays." The monk hurriedly handed it over, and walked out quickly with Chixin.

After the two of them walked away, the owner of the village stared at the silk handkerchief and slowly took off his mask. Only under the mask was a hideous and abnormal face, this face was full of scars, as if it had been scabbed for many years and then picked off and grown, some of which were still turned over red flesh. The owner of the lonely village picked up the silk handkerchief with one hand, and sang with half of his face covered, "The most hated heart in the world." ”

At this time, a desolate voice sounded from outside the door, and the owner of the lonely village hurriedly put on his mask. I only heard the voice say, "Ningyun, it's been sixteen years, haven't you put it down?" ”

"You know what, he gave it back to me. Didn't you see that? ”

"I see it, but it only makes you more miserable."

"When I saw this silk handkerchief, I didn't care about anything, and I knew that he always had me in his heart. Just like back then. He's being tortured too, I know. ”

"Hey, idiot!" After saying that, the voice stopped abruptly. There was a deathly silence inside and outside the door. It seems that the conversation just now never happened.

The owner of Guxiao Village carefully put away the silk handkerchief, stood up and walked to the window, looked at the small flowers swaying in the wind and said to himself, "Gu Lingding, you asked me why I took you in, because I saw people who were working hard like me, and I knew that you also had a person hidden in your heart, how could you not be the same as me back then?" ”

After that, the moon was already rising outside the window.