Above the hall, thousands of people were silent and silent. Lu Manxue's blood-red lips were stained with a trace of blood, she held back the injustice and anger in her heart, and took the lead in bowing down and said, "The eldest disciple Lu Manxue respectfully welcomes Senior Lan to take over the position of palace master. The rest of the people didn't fight anymore when they saw Lu Manxue, and naturally they wouldn't fight anymore. They all said in unison: "Welcome to the palace master." ”

Lan Jing turned around, cast a smug glance at Jian Huaizhen, and then slowly walked to the main seat in the hall and sat down, waved his hands, and said in a loud voice: "No need to be polite. From now on, I will be in charge of the candle shadow and shake the red. Disciples listen to the order, no one can rebel against the candle shadow, and if I find out, I will definitely not forgive. If anyone has contributed to the organization, I will also be rewarded. In short, from now on, we will definitely have clear rewards and punishments, and the three thousand disciples will have porridge to drink, food to eat, live and die together, and never give up! ”

Lan Jing was born in the countryside since she was a child, she doesn't know much literacy, and she doesn't know any big truths. It's just that what she said, every word came from the heart, and when she said it, she seemed to be infected, and her face was excited.

Nangong Mingfeng is strict in governing the palace, and her personality is quite conceited and violent, when she is in charge of the candle shadow and shaking the red, everything is wanton and reckless, and she does not listen to advice, and there are disciples in the palace who make a small mistake, which is a big crime. She was also short-sighted, and the rewards and punishments were not fair, and now everyone was overjoyed when they saw Lan Jing saying that the rewards and punishments were clear, and shouted in unison: "Yes." ”

Seeing this situation, Jian Huaizhen, who was originally faintly worried about Lan Jing's first arrival, was afraid that he would not be able to convince the public, so he also put his mind at ease.

Come like thunder to restrain anger, and let it be like the river and sea condensing the light.

Lan Jing's hand is also extremely powerful, even Jian Huaizhen is a little impressed, it seems that this woman who is not as good as a middle-aged person is by no means an ordinary person, and she has her own skills.

With a cup of tea, Lan Jing has already won the respect of Nangong Mingfeng's subordinates in the past, but some of the disciples who are red may not be willing and convinced.

"The palace master is absolutely decisive, since the previous palace master left, I waited for the candle shadow to shake the red three thousand disciples without a leader, and the vacant position was waiting for the sage to live in it. Now that the palace master is in his new position, it is a great blessing for my disciples to avoid a battle between sisters in the palace and a battle of blood and light. ”

Lu Manxue is worthy of being the eldest disciple of Nangong Mingfeng, she is quick-witted, she sees the wind turning the rudder, and seeing the disparity in power today, it is hopeless to seek the position of palace master, so she can only hope for the future.

Lan Jing didn't know how Lu Manxue was doing, but when she heard her words, she felt that the second son's words were gentle and knowledgeable, so she bowed her head slightly, and looked a little approving.

Lu Manxue's behavior fell into Jian Huaizhen's ears and eyes, but it was a different look.

Over the years, the experience of rivers and lakes and temple disputes have made her familiar with human feelings.

Jian Huaizhen, who was meticulously observant, had already deduced from Lu Manxue's demeanor and words that this woman was by no means a good person, and Fang Cai's statement and those words were just flattery on the face, but they were not the same on the outside.

Jian Huaizhen was a little worried that Lan Jing was not deeply involved in the world, but he was afraid that in the future, the Candle Shadow Shake Red Club would still be controlled by Lu Manxue and end up in power.

Thinking of this, Jian Huaizhen wanted to open her mouth to say something to Lu Manxue, reminding her to beware of Lu Manxue, the first disciple of Nangong Mingfeng, in the future.

"Blue ......," Jian Huaizhen shouted. At this moment, Lan Jing stood proudly among everyone with some pride, and the brilliance of a moment was like seeing Shangguan Mingfeng for the first time in the past.

Before the words could be spoken, Jian Huaizhen swallowed back. Because she suddenly thought in her heart that Lan Jing had taken great pains to stop herself and Jiang Shaoheng these days. At this moment, she has just gained her own glory, and if she says anything now, I'm afraid she won't be able to hear it.

Judging from the situation, Lan Jing may not be willing to listen to her words, if she speaks rashly now, not only will it not help, but she may not have caused other troubles, if it involves Jiang Shaoheng, it will be a great trouble.

Lan Jing glanced at Jian Huaizhen and asked, "What's the matter?" She was still immersed in the excitement of Fang Cai. However, when he spoke to Jian Huaizhen, he was still a little wary.

Jian Huaizhen understood that Lan Jing was only afraid that he would have no feelings for Jiang Shaoheng. At the beginning, Jiang Shaoheng didn't love her, so she used to hate herself. Now, Jiang Shaoheng still doesn't love her, and her hatred for herself has disappeared. But between the two, they still can't be ordinary friends. Therefore, it is often said that it is better to settle a grievance than to settle it.

Ask what the world is like, and teach people to live and die. The words of the heart turn into ashes, and the burning of love becomes a dream, and every word of this word condenses the bitter thoughts and sorrows.

Jian Huaizhen sighed in his heart, and decided not to talk to Lan Jing about this matter for now, and then discuss this matter with her when he has a suitable opportunity to speak in the future, reminding Lan Jing to be careful about Lu Manxue, who has some wolf ambitions.

Even if he didn't mention this matter to Lan Jing right now, Jian Huaizhen knew in his heart that now that he was forced by the situation, these disciples in the red gate wall who might not be surrendered in their hearts couldn't make any tricks right now.

Jian Huaizhen shook his head slowly and said with a wry smile: "It's okay." Yuluo's mother-in-law has followed Mingfeng for a long time, and now she is so dead, which can be regarded as loyal. Tell your disciple to bury her. As she spoke, she shifted her gaze, and the body of her mother-in-law fell into view. Mother-in-law Yuluo walked peacefully, with a faint smile between her eyebrows. Perhaps, at this moment, it is best for her to choose death.

Jian Huaizhen felt some sourness from the bottom of his heart, but he didn't expect that in this ordinary few days, the old people left one after another.

First of all, her former right-hand maid Xin'er's candle shadow shook the red door, and Nangong Mingfeng, the previous palace master, left her, and then it was Yuluo's mother-in-law's turn to abandon the world.

She knew in her heart that the former palace master Nangong Mingfeng was unwilling to be subservient, colluded with the forces of the DPRK and China, colluded with Shi Heng, cultivated party henchmen, and tried in vain to control all the Ming Dynasty and the opposition in the palm of her hands, and wanted to harm herself, but unfortunately she was mistaken by her cleverness, and finally was betrayed by Shi Heng, who was complicit and embarrassed, and died of incense and turned into a pink skeleton.

Although she regretted the depravity of Xin'er, the slave who was close to her in the past, she also secretly regretted that after she avoided living in Jiangnan, she was negligent in control, so that Xin'er embarked on this road of no return. What's more, she was a person with a bit of arrogance back then, and when she could call the shots, she naturally became more and more arrogant.

Now that the Si people have passed away, they are unwilling to leave difficulties for those disciples under her who are shaking red.

Over the years, although Nangong Mingfeng has different ambitions, bad intentions, and ambitious wants to unite the forces of the DPRK and China, he has even tried to get involved in the abolition.

Later, after learning that Nangong Mingfeng had this ambition, Ju Jian Huaizhen already knew that the former obedient and diligent Xin'er girl could no longer be found, leaving only Nangong Mingfeng, who was ruthless and cruel, and her heart was like a snake and scorpion.

But seeing that Nangong Mingfeng was successfully attacked by Shi Heng from behind, and when he was dying, he confessed and repented to himself, Jian Huaizhen forgave this former personal maid Xin'er in her heart, and was even more sad for her Xiangxiaoyu's death.

A hundred years of life, time flows, like a white horse passing through a gap, Shaohua is white, but in an instant, it is a big dream in the void.

Nangong Mingfeng, who didn't dare to submit to fate, no longer had great sorrow and joy in her eyes when she died, and she was as calm as a stream of autumn water. Maybe Nangong Mingfeng has already realized Wang Tu's hegemony at the moment of dying, but it is just a passing cloud, and it is empty in a blink of an eye, and life can be nostalgic only with the three or two confidants in his eyes and hearts can be comforted and relied on.

For thousands of years, the world has not known how many lonely hearts and lonely shells there are.

Now, the red-clothed shadow has long since returned to the underworld, and a pinch of loess and a pile of wild grass have drowned. Baiyun Canggou, time is too late, and he is already a drunkard, not like last year.

Jian Huaizhen once personally saw off the corpse of Nangong Mingfeng, and the scenery was a big funeral, but the sunset of the ancient wood, the jackdaws counted, don't be a bleak silence.

After the tombstone was completed, two butterflies flew up and down on the mound, fluttering and separating, as if witnessing the reunion and disillusionment.

Jian Huaizhen saw it in his eyes, and thought in his heart, feeling that like Xin'er, who was already lying in the coffin right now, one person was outside the mound, and the other person was inside the mound.

If life and death are elongated, the heroic young swordsman in the past is already pale and gray-haired, even if the peerless beauty will be old. Now, I am almost gray-haired. Twenty or thirty years of calm and calm, but in the end, he still has to be involved in the rights and wrongs of this court. Who calls himself a member of the Zhu family? She thought stupidly.

Since ancient times, beauties have been like famous generals, and they are not allowed to see white heads in the world.

The uncertain time is never willing to stay for the infatuated men and women in the world, and wanting to freeze the moment into eternity is tantamount to an idiot's dream.

However, all living beings can't resist the erosion of time, and the gray hair is rejected, and the red-clothed shadow has long since returned to the loess.

After seeing too many swords and swords and parting with life and death, my heart is gone, and it is no longer what it used to be.