"It's a pity for this man." Yue Zhi didn't have any regret in his eyes, spit out a sentence lightly, turned around and left the tea house.

Ten years ago.

Wu Ye didn't know who his son-in-law was, he had been working for "Childe" since he had a memory, and "starting with a memory" meant that he was nineteen years old.

All the memories before the age of nineteen are gone, like a dream.

All of them, the "sons", have only a partial memory, and he doesn't remember who he belonged to before, and who else was around him.

Moreover, he doesn't want to know those things anymore, since he came to Childe's side, his task is to put Childe first in everything.

"Childe" always wears a black robe like water, wears a hood, and doesn't even show his eyes, but he just thinks that Childe is the most worthy of his protection in this world.

"Wu Ye." The first time Childe went to the valley where they trained, he called him by this name, at that time, all of them only had a number, no name, and Childe personally named him, which really flattered him at that time.

"Xie Gongzi gives the name!" Wu Ye fell to his knees at the feet of Childe, trembling and thanking Childe.

"No thanks, you were originally called by this name, and there is nothing that is not named." Childe said lightly, although Wu Ye couldn't see Childe's expression clearly through the mask, he felt that Childe must have said it with a smile.

Wu Ye didn't think about why Gongzi said that he was called this name "originally", he just happily told everyone that he was called this name.

"Wu Ye."

What a nice name.

But Gongzi rarely comes to the valley to see them, usually there are only some teachers in the valley, Wu Ye's subconscious told himself to listen to them, and no one in the valley has never made trouble on weekdays, naturally, he doesn't know about other things.

"Wu Ye."

It's been half a year since Childe last came to the Hidden Valley, and Wu Ye had just returned from training in the mountains that day when he heard Childe's voice.

"Childe! Wu Ye is here! He didn't dare to look up at Childe's face, but only dared to bow down at his feet.

"Get up." Childe's voice didn't carry any emotion, but it sounded so gentle to Wu Ye.

"Gongzi Xie." Wu Ye dared to stand up at this time, and that was the first time he saw Gongzi's face.

Childe has a face that is difficult to distinguish between men and women, thick black eyebrows flying obliquely into the sideburns, a delicate nose, a high nose bridge, lined eyes are extraordinarily deep, and a thin lip is alienated and arrogant.

Wu Ye was almost stunned, he felt that he had never seen such a good-looking person.

"You've been in this valley for three years, and the head of the sect says you've been number one every year for three years." Childe's eyes looked at him, and Wu Ye forgot to answer.

"Yes...... Yes. Knowing that the head of the sect next to him gently pushed him, he quickly answered.

"Good." Childe seemed very satisfied with himself.

Wu Ye lowered his head, but he was very happy in his heart.

"Call everyone else." Childe waved the sleeves of his black shirt, which shone silver in the sun.

Wu Ye heard that the people who were training with him behind him had rushed to the practice ground, and his expression was a little more nervous.

"Your mission is accomplished."

Childe looked at the sweaty people running below, his eyebrows and eyes were smiling, and Wu Ye suddenly realized something.

He jerked his head back.

The people behind him have begun to slowly fall.

One, two, three......

There were fifty-four people in total.

Wu Ye looked at the son in disbelief with a smile in his eyebrows and eyes.

But he did not dare to speak.

"Follow me."

Childe motioned to the head of the sect to clean up the corpse behind him, and he led the dull-eyed Wu Ye to the edge of a gorgeous black carriage.

"You saw it too." Childe suddenly got up and sat down on the carriage. "Listen to me, won't this be lived."

"Don't be like them in the future, since I told you to practice hard in this valley, you always don't get the first place, what's the point?"

Childe untied a black gourd from his waist, the gourd seemed to be transparent, but Wu Ye could clearly see the liquid inside.

He took a sip of the contents of the gourd, pulled out a needle from his head and threw it to Wu Ye.

"You have my poison on you, work hard for me, and I will detoxify you." After Childe finished speaking, he drove away.

The next day, Wu Ye was taken to another place and began to carry out the task given to him by his son.

Who Childe is, he doesn't know.

What is the purpose of each of Childe's tasks, he doesn't know.

Even sometimes, he felt that he didn't know whether Childe was a man or a woman.

But Gongzi wants to dominate the rivers and lakes and revive Xuantian Sect, he knows it.

He always felt that he was Childe's most trusted dead soldier, and when the last task was completed, Childe would detoxify himself, and then he could stand by Childe's side openly and continue to assist him.

When the green tea house appeared in front of Wu Ye's eyes, he felt relaxed.

The first time he didn't complete Childe's task, Childe let him come back.

"Childe ......" He looked at the faint green in front of him, and suddenly remembered his name.

"Wu Ye...... Wu Ye ...... "There was a woman's voice calling out to him.

However, at this time, he couldn't open his eyes.

"Am I dead?" Wu Ye didn't know, only others knew that he was indeed dead.

Yue Zhi walked straight out of the tea house, did not take the carriage, but pulled a horse out of the stable, and rode to the inn where Zhou Huanchun was.

Now he must let Zhou Huanchun know.

Zhou Huanchun has been busy all day during the day, Wu Er's medical hall has had a lot of patients recently, as Wu Er's deputy, she not only wants to decoct medicine, but also has begun to grasp medicine and dispense, and even has to negotiate business with drug dealers, which Wu Er explained to her.

Although she protested many times, Wu Er ignored it and kept saying that this was exercising her, and she didn't say much.

"Knock knock......" There was a violent knock on the door.

"A knock on the door?" Zhou Huanchun sensed that the voice was wrong, and looked directly at the window, where a huge shadow squatted outside the window and looked like a man.

"Who is it?" Zhou Huanchun shook the silk in her hand.

"Aunt Zhou, it's me, Yue Zhi."

"Yuezhi?" Zhou Huanchun opened the window full of doubts, and saw Yuezhi squatting in front of the window, pointing to the horses in the stable, and motioning her to pull one to go with her.

"It's okay, I'm a man......" Zhou Huanchun hadn't finished speaking, Yue Zhi had already jumped to the stable to pull the horse.

"Men and men...... What's ......" Zhou Huanchun rode Yuezhi's horse, and followed him in the direction of the tea house with a nervous face.

And in her heart, she still felt a little strange, Wu Er already knew her daughter's identity, so someone else ......

I don't think you know......

Except, Zhou Lingmo.

"Zhou Lingmo?"

In a daze, Zhou Lingmo heard someone call his name.

"Huh?" He hummed softly, quickly realizing that something was wrong.

With difficulty, he got up and looked around, looking around him.

"Phantom Building?" He muttered to himself.

"Your old man fell down in a daze after writing the letter, it's not like I took a lot of effort to get you up." Su Wuchen looked irritable.

"Is this the top floor of the Phantom Tower?" Zhou Lingmo was still looking around.

"Nonsense." Su Wuchen still looked angry. "My Phantom Sound Building is full of people all day long, in case you find out to a little clever ghost, wouldn't it be true that everyone in the rivers and lakes knows that the eldest lady of Xuantian Sect is dying, but also knows that this eldest lady is not a big lady at all, but a young master."

Zhou Lingmo didn't speak, in fact, he barely had the strength to speak.

"Since you left Xuantian Sect, you have been running around, and you have encountered so many things, it is difficult to ensure that there is something on you." Su Wuchen said suddenly. "Come here."

He pointed to a depression on the other side of the room.

Zhou Lingmo tried his best to prop up his body, but he still failed.

Su Wuchen pursed his lips tightly and came over to help him.

Forcefully walked to the place pointed by Su Wuchen, and in that pool was a pool of white milk-like bath soup.

"Medicated baths again?" Zhou Lingmo frowned, he was already used to this kind of life.

"The medicinal bath is good enough, it's better than letting you drink those medicines that are so bitter that even the gods have a headache." Su Wuchen really had the urge to press Zhou Lingmo directly into it.

The medicinal soup, like milk, had a faint pure white gas on it.

"You don't have to take off your clothes." Su Wuchen didn't wait for Zhou Lingmo to prepare, so he pushed him into the pool.

So, Zhou Lingmo fell face down into the pool.

Strangely, the decoction in the pool did not look like ordinary water, but like an extremely rich gas.

Suspended in the gas, Zhou Lingmo's whole person was out of strength.

"Hey, don't fall asleep." Su Wuchen shouted loudly.

Zhou Lingmo lay in the white mist, feeling that something was gradually pouring out of his body, but he could barely open his eyes......

Looking at the water that gradually turned into a gray pool, Su Wuchen's brows became tighter and tighter.

He reached into the pool and fished it out, a sticky black oil on his hand.

"Tracers?" Su Wuchen looked at the insect in his hand that was no longer shapeless, and then looked at Zhou Lingmo, who was unconscious in the pool, and was silent.

"Come out." After a while, he said such a sentence.

Feeling as if he had been pulled out of a barrel of oil, Zhou Lingmo felt sticky, and when he looked at the pool again, the originally white pool water had turned dark gray.

"There is a bathroom in the back, you have been washing in my cold mist pool for an hour, and you have the physical strength to take a bath." At this time, Su Wuchen had already changed out of the green robe of Zhou Ling's ink face that he had seen all the way, and put on a gray satin soft robe.

Zhou Lingmo tried to stand up, although he felt greasy, but after getting up, he found that there was no sweat on his body.

"You go quickly, come out and get down to business." Su Wuchen urged him.

After bathing, it was already an hour later, and when Zhou Lingmo came out, he found that Su Wuchen was not in the room, so he had to meditate first.

On the top floor of this phantom sound building, there was only a small window, and there was no light in the room, and the thin moonlight poured in through the small window, and his face was extremely beautiful in the light.

Zhou Lingmo pulled the mat and sat under the small moonlight.

"The scenery of this phantom sound building is quite good." Zhou Lingmo stroked the clothes on his body, thinking that this Su Wuchen must have planned it a long time ago, and the bathroom room was filled with brand new clothes.

He unfolded his old clothes on the floor and folded them carefully.

In the pocket, there seems to be something hard......

Zhou Lingmo took out the placket of his old clothes, and a hairpin lay in his palm.

This is what she gave herself.

Can't help it, the corners of his mouth hook up a trace of gratifying arc.

After recalling for a long time, Zhou Lingmo realized that this was the first time that Zhou Huanchun had given himself something since Zhou Huanchun came to Xuantian Sect.

"I guess I've given her a lot of things."

Zhou Lingmo remembered the medical books, night clothes, and wind lamps she gave her, and she was a little angry, thinking that after she went back, she must ask her for a lot of gifts.

"Is Master Zhou finished washing?" Just thinking about it, he heard Su Wuchen's voice behind him, and Zhou Lingmo stuffed the hairpin into his arms.

"Don't hide, I've seen it a long time ago." Su Wuchen walked over lazily.

"You're here for real."

Zhou Lingmo didn't speak, just looked up at Su Wuchen, and he found that Su Wuchen's expression was very serious.

"You...... What happened? Zhou Lingmo no longer thinks about the hairpin, Su Wuchen's expression, then there must be something to do.

"I found the tracer bug in you." Su Wuchen said coldly, and after speaking, he took out a piece of silk, unfolded it and put it on the table.

In the middle of the white silk, there was a puddle of black smudges.

"The tracer insect can't resist the erosion of the cold mist, and its body melts as soon as it escapes from you."

Looking at the corpse of the tracer insect on the silk, Zhou Lingmo fell into deep thought.

This thing is an extremely terrifying thing in the rivers and lakes!

"At any point before you come to me, you could be traced by the middle and the bottom." Su Wuchen said.

"Nope." Zhou Lingmo lowered her eyes, and her expression was unpredictable.

"Before me, I only had one chance to be tracked down."

"A chance?" Su Wuchen was puzzled.

"Although the tracer itself has no sound or breath, it has a unique smell, and if you want to get rid of its smell, in addition to feeding it with bone blood, you can use a meditation stone to achieve it in a short time."

Zhou Lingmo remembered the meditation stone in the courtyard of Che Yi Guoshi.

"It's the national teacher of the Cheyi Country." Zhou Lingmo folded the silk in Su Wuchen's hand and threw it into the small stove on the side. "That national teacher, he must have discovered me at that time."

The eyes that finally stretched out were once again cold and shining, and the original smile was frozen in a blink of an eye.

Within the Xuantian Sect.

Zhou Yaorong looked at the red light spots in the crystal ball in his hand, which disappeared little by little, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"I'm just finding out now, huh! Xuantian kills the gods, but that's it. ”

The residual red light in the crystal ball made his masked face very strange.

Immediately afterwards, Zhou Yaorong put the crystal ball in his hand in a delicate box, turned around and went out the door.

Xuantian Mountain, it's snowing again.

This snow was very large, making the entire Xuantian Mountain a silver light.

Zhou Yaorong let large snowflakes fall on his face, and one of his hands gently stroked his mask, and his movements looked like a charming woman.

"You like snow the most, don't you?"

The mask was barely bloody, shrouded in a black hood, like a vampire who had not seen the light of day all year round and had a strange expression.

The little guy who was about to light the lamp in the corner saw Zhou Yaorong's strange movements, and was so frightened that he no longer dared to speak.

He just glanced at the little guy and ignored it.

"You mean, the national teacher found out that you were hiding nearby?" Su Wuchen was a little incredulous, after all, with Zhou Lingmo's skills, it was impossible for ordinary people to discover his whereabouts, not to mention that at that time, he also took the Phantom Sound Seven Flavors Heaven that he had personally concocted.

"You can be discovered by him in that state, so isn't his skill ......" His face showed a bad look, Su Wuchen couldn't imagine how strong the skill of a person who could easily find Zhou Lingmo's traces and plant the tracer insect on him for so long without being discovered by him.

"No, his skills may only be five to seven percent of mine." Zhou Lingmo is determined. "Don't forget, I told you, the meditation stone in his yard."

"Meditation Stone ......" Su Wuchen frowned, and his fingers unconsciously scratched around the floor.

"It must be the Meditation Stone." Zhou Lingmo strung everything through in his head, and he was more affirmed.

"That's right, Zhou Lingmo!" Su Wuchen seemed to suddenly think of something, and stood up suddenly. "Since the tracer worm on your body was found in my Phantom Tower, then that person must know that you are in the Phantom Sound Building now!"

Su Wuchen threw over a package. "Let's go somewhere else."

Zhou Lingmo ignored him and sat motionless.

"I feel like there's something wrong with all of this." His expression was calm and indifferent, as before.

"Something is wrong?" Su Wuchen stopped what he was doing and looked at Zhou Lingmo.

"Starting from Cheyiguo, all this is like a well-arranged bureau by a person, waiting for me to throw myself into the net, he seems to know a lot of things about me, but there are some key elements missing." Zhou Lingmo took a clean brush on the pen stand, dipped it in a little water, and drew on the ground.

"You see, not long after I left Xuantian Sect, I received news that many of my people who stayed in Xuantian Sect had been pulled out, and my people in the branch of Xuantian Sect originally had no rules, I thought it was Xue Ji and Zhou Yaoxian's ghosts, but now it seems that the two of them are simply shields."

Since Zhou Lingmo's hair had just been washed and had not dried, a little water was dripping on the ground at the tips of his hair, and he didn't care about his wet hair, and with a stroke of his pen, he connected the three words "Xuantianzong" and "Cheyi Country" together.

If it were ordinary, he wouldn't be like that.

"Because of the Meditation Stone." Zhou Lingmo followed with another stroke, and a trace of indescribable doubt appeared on that good-looking face. "Now it depends on whether this meditation stone has anything to do with the matter of Fan Yang City, Yuezhi has a dispersion over there, and there will be results soon."

"Then don't we have to get out of here for a while?" Su Wuchen thought of the tracer, and his peach blossom eyes were full of worry. How could he not have known how important this place was to him.

Moreover, this is also their last hiding place.

"No, the man is not in a hurry." Zhou Lingmo put down the brush in his hand and leaned on the cushion next to the stove.

At this moment, Su Wuchen noticed that his fingertips were blue.

"On the first day of tomorrow, without the pressure of the phantom sound and the seven flavors of the sky, the poison in your body will explode again, and it is very likely to be more painful than before." Su Wuchen whispered to Zhou Lingmo, a trace of worry in his eyes.

"Hmm." Zhou Lingmo closed his eyes, his eyes were tired, and his already white face was a little more transparent at this time.

Then, as if he suddenly remembered something, he lifted his back slightly, fished out the hair that was still wet on his back, took out the hairpin from the placket, and skillfully tied up the hair.

"Hey, your hair hasn't dried yet." Su Wuchen smiled bitterly.

"I know, I'll put it down later." After speaking, Zhou Lingmo closed his eyes again and leaned on the mat.

Getting up, Su Wuchen picked up the package he had just thrown over, and glanced at Zhou Lingmo, who was lying still.

"I'll go downstairs first, you have a good rest on it, and I'll personally pull out the poison for you later."

Zhou Lingmo raised his eyes and glanced at him, he relaxed all his vigilance, and his voice was exceptionally good.

"Okay."

Zhou Lingmo sat alone in the room, full of tiredness.

How nice it would be if you were just an ordinary person.

Even a man who works in the fields does not have to be like him, suffering physically and mentally day after year, and even if there is a woman he likes, he cannot make any representations or even deceive her.

The more Zhou Lingmo thought about it, the more painful it became, and he felt that the strength in his body seemed to be stripped from his heart.

The more he felt like this, the heavier his body became......

"Zhou Lingmo!"

I don't know when, Zhou Lingmo fell into a semi-deep sleep, in a daze, he always felt that Zhou Huanchun was calling herself, her voice was not deliberately lowered like usual, but a bright and clean girl's voice.

"I'm here, I'm here......"

Zhou Lingmo repeated eagerly, but Zhou Huanchun didn't seem to hear her answer, and was still calling loudly.

"I'm here ......"

"Where are you?"

Suddenly, Zhou Lingmo seemed to realize something, and suddenly opened his eyes, in front of him, there was only a magnified face of Su Wuchen, he was wearing extremely ugly brown legging pants and matching tops, the whole person was like an old piece of wood, if it weren't for that face full of charm like a woman, Zhou Lingmo would have thought that the floor of the Phantom Building was fine.

"What are you calling?" Su Wuchen actually saw that Zhou Lingmo's whole person was now in a state of forcible support, but in order to keep him from falling asleep, he was still talking nonsense with him.

"Who's looking for you?"

Untying the package in his hand with his hands and feet, Su Wuchen posed with a row of silver needles, with a deliberately good smile on his face.

"Come on, come on, sit down."

Knowing what Su Wuchen meant, Zhou Lingmo sat up straight, and couldn't help but feel a little grateful to this old friend who had known each other for many years.

Perhaps, if it weren't for him, then his own life would have followed.

Su Wuchen looked at him like this, and directly pulled out the thickest needle and stabbed it into the top of Zhou Lingmo's head.