(2) Bloody memory

Kasumi Castle. Basilica. The four of Yulu knelt in front of the Lord of Hanshan Castle. His expression was cold, and his dark brows could not hide a tyranny. He was silent for a long time, staring coldly at the faces of the four of them, and then said slowly: "So, Shui Xin's veil has been lifted by Murong Yun?" Sijun hurriedly said: "The castle lord is angry, Shui Xin has fainted at that time. ”

"Palm, I didn't ask you!"

"Yes." Sijun slapped his face several times in a row.

"Castle master, my skills are not as good as others, if I want to kill or chop, let the castle master dispose of it." Yang Shuixin raised his head and said.

The Lord of Hanshan Castle stared at her face, Yang Shuixin, and there was always a faint hint of indescribable charm between her eyebrows. It is this charm that sometimes gives him an inexplicable obsession. He hurriedly stabilized his mind, sighed lightly, and softened his tone: "Forget it, but once you meet Murong Yun in the future, there will be no forgiveness!" ”

"Yes!" They said in unison.

In the bedroom, Yang Shuixin stroked Wang Sijun's cheek: "Good sister, does it hurt?" Wang Sijun smiled and said, "It doesn't hurt, Sister Shuixin." Yulu asked, "Shui Xin, do you remember the things of your childhood again?" "Alas! I want to forget, but I can't forget ......."

Yang Shuixin couldn't help but think of that night eleven years ago.

Yang House. The Lantern Festival, the lanterns are colorful, and the house is very lively. Five-year-old Yang Shuixin is playing with her twin brother at the gate of the house. Suddenly, a group of men came to the door and rushed in. They have swords in their hands, and they cut down anyone they want. In an instant, the blood flowed like a river.

Yang Shui stood at the door of the mansion in a daze, crying in fright. The house instantly became a hell on earth.

After the group of people went out, they wanted to kill Yang Shuixin's sisters and brothers, and they were at a critical juncture, and they said it too late, when it was fast, a masked man in black quickly came to Yang Shuixin, hugged her, and left...... She wanted to shout, but she couldn't, and she shook her head vigorously at her brother, who was standing in the distance......

It was the Lord of Cold Mountain Castle who saved her life.

As soon as Yang Shuixin arrived at the castle, there was no way to practice with all the disciples, and as soon as she saw her companions bleeding while practicing, she fainted and fell to the ground, unconscious.

Just as Yang Shuixin fell into the memory, Yang Muxin broke the silence, and she said a little worriedly: "Master doesn't know what happened today, why is he so angry?" It's not that he doesn't know that Shui Xin will faint when he sees blood. ”

Yang Muxin is also an orphan, just arrived at the castle, no name, Hanshan Fort saw that she was a bit like Shuixin, so he named her Mu Xin. Yulu then said, "Okay, don't mention it, let's rest." So they went back to their rooms.

Deep in the castle, a dark cavern. The Lord of Cold Mountain Fort was facing an old man wearing a mask. He whispered, "Daddy, the boy didn't finish the task you told me today. ”

"Can't find the seven wisps of flowers?"

"Yes."

"Is it because of Yang Shuixin's girl?" The voice in the mask is very old, but it has a soul-stirring power.

"It's not all, it's just that Murong Yun is too cunning."

"In my opinion, you have to be good to that Yang Shuixin, otherwise she will never see the bloody scene, how can she become a big weapon?"

"Yes." He hesitated, resigned, and retreated.

Murong Villa. Murong Kuan was furious at Murong Yun. "Why don't you just grab her?" "Father, I, I also just found the red mark in her palm." Murong Yun argued, but his fair face was slightly hot.

"Now that the opportunity is missed, that Han Shanjun is very cunning, I'm afraid it won't be so easy to get close to his maid again." Murong Kuan said, twisting the gray beard on his chest.

"Father, don't look for it anymore, even if we catch Yang Shuixin, we can't find the Seven Flower Soul Sword."

"Isn't it half the success to catch Yang Shuixin and find the Seven Wisps of Flower Soul Sword? Besides, hasn't Hanshan Jun been looking for it all the time? Murong Kuan continued, "By catching her, we can force Han Shanjun to tell the whereabouts of the demon, and then take the first step to find the Seven Wisps of Flowers in the Cold Domain under the Sea." ”

"But, the devil, where is the demon?" Murong Yun muttered to himself, thoughtful.

"Don't worry, you continue to look for it at the Qunhuan Inn, and as soon as there is a suspicious target, follow it immediately, and imprison them all."

"Yes, the child is gone." Murong Yun left Murong Villa.

He performed light feats and marched through the night. Soon the inn was in front. There was a forest in front of him, and suddenly, he felt that something was wrong in front of him, and he stopped. Just as he stopped, there was a "whoosh" sound, and the fan in his hand caught a small silver lotus. Before he could stand firmly, he saw a white shadow floating in front of him, and the small silver lotus flower in the sky stabbed towards him violently. He quickly turned his robe, the fan in his hand shook rapidly, and in an instant, all the little lotus flowers fluttered to the ground, and at the same time, he waved the fan, and countless silver needles flew straight towards the comer. The man couldn't dodge and hit several of them.

"Hmph, Murong Yun, you are an enemy of our White Lotus Sect, you will not avenge this revenge, and you will not be a man!" As the man spoke, he took advantage of Murong Yun's unpreparedness to stab out a few more lotus needles. Murong Yun waved his fan, and the lotus needle turned around and flew towards him.

The white-clothed Taoist priest hurriedly rolled on the spot to dodge, and when he dodged the barbed lotus needle, Murong Yun had already pressed the tip of the fan against his throat.

"Who the hell are you?" Murong Yun asked.

"Since it has fallen into your hands, you can kill or chop it as you like!" The white-clothed Taoist priest said angrily.

"I don't have a relationship with the White Lotus Sect, this brother, you must have misunderstood." Murong Yun let go of him.

"If that masked woman during the day didn't have anything to do with you, why did you save her?"

Murong Yun thought of the woman, his heart fluttered, and he was speechless.

"You guys are too vicious, and now my Lian Gu disciple is still unconscious!" The white-clothed Taoist priest gritted his teeth and said, "What kind of poison did the silver needle feed?" ”

Murong Yun remained silent.

The white-clothed Taoist priest suddenly slashed at Murong Yun with a palm, and Murong Yun hurriedly dodged.

The white-clothed Taoist priest no longer stepped forward, and he said hatefully: "Murong Yun, you are vicious, and my White Lotus monk is not with you!" When he spoke, the white figure was gone. It turned out to be a White Lotus monk, and it seemed that he was here to avenge the events of the day. Murong Yun shook his head and continued to move forward.