The way up the hill is a neat stone step, but because it is inaccessible, the side of the road is full of weeds and thorns.

Noya felt that she was able to get out of danger safely today, and someone was secretly blessing, so she went up the mountain to bow down and thank Old Man Murong for saving his life.

It is said that the artist is bold, and in such a silent night, the original inexplicable fear in Noya's heart was gradually wrapped in one warm current after another, as if walking on the way home, returning to his heart like an arrow. This road is very familiar, very familiar, and even where the stone slab is loose and where to turn, she seems to know it well. Even with your eyes closed, you can clearly feel the undulating stone steps under your feet.

Later, the fear in her heart reoccupied and dominated her, not the creepy horror, but a feeling of wanting to escape, not daring to listen, not to see, not to think. Step by step, she walked very slowly, and every footstep seemed to hit her heart, becoming more and more dull, and several times she had the urge to turn around and flee.

At the end of the stone steps, there was no Murong Villa, which had already been burned down in the catastrophe of the year. Where it comes into view, what is replaced by it is a huge stone tablet towering, enough to be about two or three zhang high, the momentum is magnificent and solemn, there are two tomb-guarding stone beasts on both sides of the stele, it is fierce and hideous, the white marble is set up under the stele, there are still residual ashes in the three-legged bronze incense burner.

The moonlight shone on the stone tablet, and Nuoya looked up and saw a few strong characters carved on the stone: Murong Eternal. The neat official script below is engraved with a list of the 58 people killed in the Murong Mansion family.

Noya looked at it word by word, and every time she saw a person's name, her heart felt like a dull pain that had been crushed by a stone. She saw three familiar names on it: Murong Cheng, Murong Nuo, and Bai Likun.

Murong Cheng is the name of the head of the Murong family, and Nuoya has heard it mentioned more than once, with great reverence and regret, but it is not as shocking as this time, like a huge thunder rolling, slashing on the top of her head, making her instantly feel black in front of her eyes, and her heart was torn apart, and she couldn't help but stumble.

Parallel to Murong Cheng's name, it is naturally his wife, who should have an ominous name, only four simple words: Murong Qin's family. At that moment, Noya's eyes were hot, and immediately there were tears churning down, like a child, sad and aggrieved.

Baili Kun is the name of the old general, and he is signed at the person who erected the monument. It seems that this stele was erected by the old general, and the mausoleum of the Murong family was also built by the old general, and the two were old friends.

She couldn't help but think of the words that the old general had said, and the emotion of the old lady when she persuaded him. Could it be that the old man he had mentioned to himself more than once was Murong Cheng?

"You remind me of the daughter of an old man."

"This old man and I are close friends, and he was also a generation of martial arts heroes back then, but unfortunately he died young."

"She doesn't like to kill, but likes to study cooking skills and learn to make a good table with the chef in the house."

"I want to come to your Handan Murong family's Tai Chi Moon Sweeper is also hearsay?"

......

Pile by pile, piece by piece, what the old general and Bailijiu once said are still in my ears.

"Who am I?" Noah asked herself over and over again.

Who is this Murong Nuo? Why familiarity? Nuo'er, Jiuding Yinuo, Murong Nuo, does this have anything to do with it?

Noya approached, stood on tiptoe, and gently brushed away the mottled traces of wind and sand on it with her hand, and she found that Murong Nuo didn't know who carved a sword mark on the three words, although it was not deep, but it was faintly visible.

Her heart was pounding wildly, and she couldn't hold back it. I felt as if I had discovered some deeply buried secret, and I was about to break through the ground and expose the ground.

Who is speaking, close to the ear, blowing in the head?

"Nuo'er, a few days ago, Daddy taught you Tai Chi to the Moon Hand, how are you practicing?"

"Daddy, why does Nuo'er have to learn kung fu? Fight and kill, Noel doesn't like it. ”

"As the daughter of my Murong family, I naturally want to be a leader in the world, Nuo'er is talented and intelligent, if you don't learn martial arts, you will be a tyrannical thing!"

"But there is also an old man who said, if I don't learn to cook, heaven will not tolerate it!"

"Who would dare to say such grotesque and ridiculous things to mislead my family No'er? Daddy went to settle accounts with him and smashed his pot! ”

"Humph! Daddy is too domineering! I won't learn! ”

"Hehe, Nuo'er promised her father that he would practice today, and he couldn't regret it."

"I told my mother to go, you bully me!"

......

Who's talking? The voice is generous, the laughter is pleasant, and there is a pampering, so familiar.

Noll? Where's Noir?

Noah seemed to hear the man sigh in a low voice, "No'er, are you back?" ”

The woman's loving voice was crying: "No'er, you have suffered all these years. ”

They're right behind, behind the steles! In Murong Villa!

She walked around the stone monument and walked up the steps, closer, closer, closer, Noya Rao was already prepared in her heart, and when she saw the barren ruins, she still couldn't help but feel as if she had been struck by a boulder, shattering into flesh and blood shards, and couldn't put together a complete shape.

As a result, she even became difficult to breathe, almost suffocating, and her brain seemed to be about to explode, turning into countless bizarre images, dizzying.

The flames filled the sky, the tongue of fire engulfed the entire Murong Mansion, the heat wave swept through every once prosperous corner here, blood spread on the ground, and the winding and rugged shape was like a sword, deep in her heart, a sword that could never be erased.

The whole world was noisy, with the roar of flames devouring everything, the majesty of houses collapsing, and the "squeak" and groaning of corpses as they were burned, and then gradually curled up and twisted into strange shapes.

The whole world is quiet again, there are no screams of horror, no wails of pain, no tragic cries for help, silently bearing the pain of blood stripping away life, letting the heat wave scorch their bodies, oozing oil, quiet and a little weird.

She saw a teenage girl with drooping hair desperately breaking free, crying and running out of the cellar, split in two by a bright sword, which was not stained with blood, and the tip of the sword twisted the shape of a snake, still sharp, and as white as the little girl's face in the firelight.

The door of the cellar was very hidden, and if it hadn't been for the little girl escaping from the cellar, no one would have noticed that there was a hole there. At this time, a crack opened in the door, and the man in black with a sword, with a murderous aura, walked in the direction of the cellar step by step, and in the gap of the cellar door, there was a pair of frightened eyes, full of hatred, just like a wolf on the grassland covered in silver, staring at the bow and arrow in the hunter's hand to shoot his companion, with horror, hatred, and unwillingness in his eyes.

The man with the sword stopped in front of the cellar and stretched out his sword to the cellar door.

The little figure behind the door shrank for a moment, neither begging for mercy nor crying, biting his lower lip and closing his eyes fearlessly.

The sword was already close at hand, and she could smell the cold smell of blood emanating from the blade.

Men in black in the same costume jumped up from all directions, gathered around the man, reported their achievements, and counted how many people they had killed, all of whom were proud.

The man turned around and coldly spat out a few words: "Plus Murong Cheng, there are sixteen in total." ”

Everyone looked at him with admiration, and it was an unattainable height to look up to.

Someone calculated and said: "There are fifty-eight people in total, and none of them will be left behind." ”

There was a moment of silence.

Someone else suddenly found the door to the cellar: "There is another door here, what is it?" ”

After saying that, he reached out and opened it.

The man carrying the sword hesitated slightly, blocked his hand, and said in a deep voice: "There is no one inside, let's withdraw!" ”

"Okay, leave the two of them to continue to guard Handan City, so as not to have any fish that slip through the net, and the others will disperse and gather in Luoyang City in five days."

The man in black left quietly, but in the blink of an eye, he walked cleanly.

The door of the cellar opened, and a strong smell of wine poured out, and a little girl of twelve or thirteen crawled out of the cellar, her eyes beginning to drift a little.

"Daddy!" There was still the smell of fermented alcohol in her voice, and she dragged her servant's playmate to the cellar to drink, and fell drunk inside, and there was still the smell of wine in her voice, as soft as peach blossom drunk.

"Mother!" Her voice began to tremble, and she looked at the tragic scene in front of her, biting her lower lip tightly, her mouth full of bloody bitterness.

"Dad, mother, where are you? Don't you want No'er? Step by step, she approached the tongue of fire and murmured.

"Dad, Nuo'er will listen to you in the future, I will practice martial arts hard and carry forward our Murong family's mastery. Mother, I won't sneak down the mountain in the future, I will worry you! ”

"Don't be angry with Nuo'er, will you come out?"

"Dad, mother, Nuo'er is so scared!"

The girl stumbled and fell to the ground, her empty eyes becoming clear in the firelight. She finally couldn't hold back her crying, afraid of being heard, so she hurriedly put her hand in her mouth and blocked the choked sound.

"Dad, mother, don't worry, Nuo'er and I, I will definitely avenge you!! A promise of a thousand gold, never die!! ”

Noah curled up in the rubble, clutching her head, torn in pain, and she felt the girl's feelings.

She saw the girl huddle in the cold cellar through the fire, and then crawl out of the cellar with great difficulty, in a scorched ruin, obsessively searching for the remains of her loved ones. It wasn't until she heard a faint noise of people coming up from the bottom of the hill that she knelt down in front of the two bodies hugging each other, knocking her head down a few times, and then stumbling in the opposite direction.

She was afraid that the murderer of her relatives was hidden in those seemingly innocent people, she was afraid, the cold sword, like a playmate in the servant's house, split her body in two, she was too scared, no one dared to believe it, she could only alertly avoid the people of all shapes and shapes who heard the news again and again, and persistently looked for a person, a sword, among them.

It's been a long time since I looked for it!