Dark clouds overwhelm the city, the weather is fickle, the sky is clear in the morning, and the wind gusts at noon. At dusk, it was late to rain.

The main hall of Gu Sitang sang and laughed, the orchestra continued, and the scantily clad beauties danced a bewitching dance. Twisting his curvaceous body.

Mi Shui Feng sat on the main seat, and his triangular hanging eyes narrowed into a slit. A mouthful of yellow teeth is exposed. One left and one right, holding two beauties as companions.

However, after a while, a small servant suddenly ran in at the door, quickly walked in front of Mishui Feng, and said loudly: "Hall Master, I just got the news that the people from the Chongshan Road have just bypassed the mountain, and they should be able to reach the Jurchen Sect in a few hours." ”

Misty Water Wind listened, and a sly smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "So fast? It seems that they also know that time is running out, in the past few years, Ye Zimeng, a stinky girl, is really stupid. In the past, she wanted to form an alliance with her to fight against the Bai family and Wuzong, but she actually disbanded several churches in the sect in a row, cut off her hands and feet, and became a pitiful worm. Now that the Feng family has fallen, it is better to take the opportunity to swallow the Jurchen Sect, and from then on, the Three Kingdoms will be established! ”

Thinking about it, Mishui Feng suddenly smiled, and there was a trace of greed in his eyes: "Go, gather the brothers, follow them, and bypass the mountain path." The praying mantis catches the cicada, and the yellow finch is behind. Jurchen Sect, we are bound to win! ”

Just after the hour, the sky gradually darkened, and among the mountains, it was gloomy and cold, and it was clear that it was summer, and it was still like the festival of autumn and winter.

Ye Zimeng knelt in the ancestral hall, holding incense in his hand, looking at the tablet of the previous sect leaders in front of him. Half an hour had passed, and the incense had burned out, and the ground was sprinkled with incense ashes.

She still remembers that she was forced to be in the land of red dust and tortured, but in fact, she was completely numb to life. When the immortal master brought her back to the Jurchen Sect, when she saw the mountains and mountains, Ye Zimeng gradually felt alive. This is her home.

In the past, the Jurchen Sect did all kinds of vicious business, and left a lot of infamy in martial arts. When doing benevolent deeds, this is what the immortal master sighed when he looked at the big rivers and mountain villages and towns.

Maybe it's my own resurrection from the dead. The heart becomes softer, or the true will of the immortal master is constantly spurred.

Ye Zimeng made a bold decision. Since three years ago, the Jurchen Sect has stopped recruiting new disciples, and those halls in the sect that specialize in killing people have also been disbanded by Ye Zimeng for various reasons, and she gave those girls freedom. originally thought that in a few years, the Jurchen Sect would be completely hollowed out, so she would leave the martial arts with Fei Tong, find a mountain, plant fields, and live an ordinary life.

"Master, now it seems that the disciples have done something wrong? That's why you were killed? ”

Of course, Ye Zimeng knew the current situation of the Jurchen Sect. Thinking about it carefully, she never seemed to think that one day, the Jurchen Sect would become the target of public criticism.

Because of her own selfish desires, she gave up the Jurchen religion, which was the hard work of generations of sages. Ye Zimeng never thought about how the women who left the Jurchen Sect were doing now, but every nightmare, she could always dream of those disciples, their bodies were drenched in blood, and their eyes looked at her with resentment.

"Master, it's time to eat."

A small, round head protruded from the doorway. Fei Tong blinked and looked at Ye Zimeng's thin back.

It seems that whenever Ye Zimeng is upset, she will come to the ancestral hall and kneel for several hours. The incense in his hand burned out and continued.

When Ye Zimeng heard this, he hurriedly wiped away his tears, staggered up, re-lit three complete incense sticks and inserted them in the incense burner, turned his head and smiled: "Okay, good, I didn't expect it to be this hour." ”

Fei Tong saw that Ye Zimeng's eyes were ruddy, his face was pale, and he frowned: "Master, don't blame yourself." There were many enemies that day, and they won't blame you for the glorious death of my disciples on the mountain road. ”

Ye Zimeng's heart was warm, and he sighed: "Master knows that Master just feels that he is too weak and incompetent, so he has not been able to make the Jurchen Sect respected in the rivers and lakes." ”

Fei Tong stopped, stared at Ye Zimeng's eyes, and said crisply: "Master, you did the right thing, the ancestors will be proud of you." No matter what, even if it is death, Fei Tong will not let the master be hurt in the slightest. If you are my own daughter, I will naturally be my own mother. ”

Ye Zimeng listened, tears couldn't stop flowing down, the happiest thing in her life was that she was in the pile of dead people, she hugged Fei Tong back, at that time, she was just a baby who had just been born, because of poisoning, even if she was twenty-eight years old, she was only four feet tall.

Ye Zimeng held Fei Tong's warm hand, and suddenly felt full of strength: "Xiao Fei Tong is the meat of Master's heart, how can Master bear to let others bully you." Don't worry, everything is in charge of the Master. ”

Gradually, a bright moon rose into the sky, and the white and flawless moonlight sprinkled on the earth, and everything was dyed with a layer of silver light.

The man in black had already sneaked to the vicinity of the Jurchen Sect, only more than thirty zhang away from the mountain gate.

Suddenly, the men in black divided into two teams, left and right, and made a way. The pheasant looked at the courtyard in the middle of the mountain gate, and the dim glass lamps swayed back and forth with the wind.

The corner of the pheasant's mouth hooked up a cold smile, and he waved his hand: "Go, don't leave one." ”

The man in black carried a bow and arrow, took a long sword, obeyed the order, and quickly rushed towards the mountain gate.

A few days ago, Ye Zimeng gave an order and deployed several teams of disciples to patrol all parts of the mountain gate.

Ye Zimeng and Fei Tong sat in the room to eat, on weekdays, no matter how late it was, Fei Tong would wait to eat with Ye Zimeng, just like many years ago, no matter how late it was, she would wait for herself.

Maybe she was hungry, but Fei Tong was not polite, rolled up her sleeves, nibbled on the chicken legs, and ate vigorously.

Suddenly, the gongs and drums were noisy, and it only rang for half an hour, waking up the disciples who had just fallen asleep.

Ye Zimeng was startled, and the soup bowl in his hand slipped and shattered in half on the ground.

"Master! Oh no! Someone broke in, about four or five hundred people, all of them were strong in martial arts! ”

There was a hurried voice at the door, and a disciple of the Jurchen Sect quickly came to report it.

Ye Zimeng suppressed his panic and said in a deep voice: "Go and inform the disciples in the sect to gather in the main hall!" ”

After speaking, Ye Zimeng quickly stepped forward and picked up the sword on the table, bit his lip, and said to Fei Tong: "Xiao Fei Tong, go to bed early tonight, and when it dawns tomorrow, everything will be fine." ”

Fei Tong nodded obediently, this is what Ye Zimeng said to her the most, whenever she wants to go out to kill someone, she will always come to her bedside to say a word, and tonight is no exception.

The backyard is still quiet and there is no movement. Thanks to the fact that the disciple was alert and passed the news in time, otherwise everyone would be unprepared, and it was very likely that Chongshan Dao would easily pass through the main hall and go straight to the backyard.

They were dressed and swords, and stopped at the door of the main temple.

Ye Zimeng swept away at a glance, and now there are less than three hundred people left in the Jurchen Sect. She had already guessed who it was, and when she left from Thousand Flowers City, Shangguan Hong told Xu Zili about it with her. However, Ye Zimeng thought about it carefully, in the huge Yubei, she had no one to ask for help at all. The Jurchen Sect had long since become isolated in her hands.

"Hongxia! Where have they been? ”

Hearing this, Hongxia stepped forward and said, "It should be time to the martial arts field at this time, and it will take about a quarter of an hour from the martial arts field to the main hall." ”

When Ye Zimeng heard this, his nose was sour, he held his sword, and said to everyone: "Today, it is the great catastrophe of my Jurchen Sect, it is a blessing or a curse, and it is a disaster that cannot be avoided." But our Jurchen Sect has never been bullied. Now that they have the courage to come, we will let them come and go! ”

After speaking, the disciples all raised their swords and shouted with fixed eyes: "Let them have no return!" ”

Ye Zimeng looked at these young and sassy faces, and a teardrop slipped down his cheek.

A quarter of an hour later, a begonia petal staggered down. The sound of hurried footsteps was getting closer and closer, Ye Zimeng drew his sword and shouted, "Rush! ”

Everyone followed Ye Zimeng's steps, rushed out with swords, the archers in the high place released the arrows, and in an instant, many disciples were already shot by the arrows, their eyes opened, and they collapsed to the ground.

Seeing this, Ye Zi single-handedly stepped on the stone lion with his sword, and then went up to the roof to clear the archers himself.

Suddenly, a burst of arrows roared, piercing the wind with a dragon's groan, mixed with a powerful aura, towards Ye Zimeng's back.

Ye Zimeng felt a chill on her back, and hurriedly measured her sideways, and the arrow feather quickly slashed past Ye Zimeng's side, cutting her sleeve, and then returning it a foot away.

The speed of the arrow was faster than Ye Zimeng imagined, and his right arm was hot and painful, Ye Zimeng looked down and saw that the blood had flowed down his arm, flowed into the sword in his hand, and slowly slid down the sword body.

Ye Zimeng looked up and looked in the direction the arrow turned back. At the moment of the bright moon, there was a delicate figure, it was a woman, she was dancing wildly in the wind, holding a bow and arrow in one hand, and playing with the arrow feathers in her hand with the other. He carried a small quiver behind him, and except for the one in his hand, there were only two arrows in it.

Ye Zimeng clenched the arrow in his hand, straightened up, and asked in a cold voice, "Who is coming?" What did you do when you visited my Jurchen sect late at night? ”

The corners of the woman's mouth hooked up a smile, and her eyes under the moonlight were narrow and shining: "Who am I?" It's been a long time since anyone asked this question, as for what I'm here for? Entrusted by people, loyal to people. Somebody took a fancy to this place, so I came. ”

"But Shigeman Road?"

Ye Zimeng narrowed his eyes, the woman in front of him was extremely dangerous, making people feel terrible.

The woman nodded, and did not deny it: "It is the Chongshan Dao, since Sect Master Ye knows, then I won't say more, and I will burn the sky in the Xia Chongshan Dao." ”

The woman's eyebrows were slightly raised, and the smile at the corners of her mouth became more and more obvious, revealing her white teeth.