"Oh, what's going on, it's okay to ask Brother Yi to say it!" Seeing Yi Han's slightly mysterious eyes, Ling Yu's heart moved, and he asked softly.

"That's right, a few days ago, I went to the Northern Regions with two Taoist friends, Ghost Ji and Leng Li, to crack the Fallen Soul Tomb, because the Northern Regions are far away, and it is inconvenient to use the teleportation array, so we engraved the teleportation array all the way to cross. It took us nearly ten days to get to the North. And just as the three of us were about to crack the Fallen Soul Tomb, we discovered a strange thing. ”

Speaking of this, Yi Han looked left and right, and when he was sure that no one was paying attention to him, he crouched in Ling Yu's ear and continued: "This time, when the three of us were cracking the Falling Soul Tomb in the Northern Regions, we found that the Falling Soul Tomb there was a little strange, as if someone was deliberately helping us. ”

Looking at the look of doubt in Ling Yu's eyes, Yi Han explained: "Actually, when we cracked the Falling Soul Tomb near the Bu family, we once learned a secret about the Falling Soul Tomb, that is, the distance between every two Falling Soul Tombs cannot exceed three thousand miles, otherwise, the two Falling Soul Tombs will not be able to resonate with each other, which will greatly reduce the power. ”

"Yes, the Fallen Soul Tomb does say that. When I went to the Western Desert with the old bandit and Xiao Hei to crack the Fallen Soul Tomb, we found that the distance between every two Falling Soul Tombs was also within three thousand miles, and we didn't find anything abnormal?" Ling Yu nodded, puzzled.

"Although there is no abnormality in the Fallen Soul Tomb in the Western Desert, it does not mean that the Falling Soul Tomb in the other four regions are all arranged according to a certain rule, and the Northern Regions are the exception!"

Yi Han took a deep breath, as if he had made some big discovery, a mysterious look appeared on his face, and he continued: "When the three of us went to the Northern Regions to crack the Fallen Soul Tombs there, we found that the distance between the six hundred Falling Soul Tombs in the Northern Regions was very strange. Because looking at the entire Northern Regions, the distance between any two Fallen Soul Tombs is greater than three thousand miles, and it seems that the person who laid the Falling Soul Tomb in the first place is deliberately helping us, but he is afraid of being detected by the Red Ghost. The distance between each of the two Fallen Soul Mounds was maintained at more than three thousand miles and an inch, no more and no less. So, on the way back, I kept wondering, who is secretly helping us?"

Hearing Yi Han's words, Ling Yu instantly remembered the Great Sovereign. The last time he saw his other self before, his black-clothed self had told him that the Great Monarch was not actually a wicked person, but a pawn lying in ambush beside the Red Ghost. Later, when Ling Yu learned that the person who laid down the Falling Soul Tomb in the Northern Regions was the Twelve Sovereigns of the Flood Desolation, and now when he heard Yi Han mention the strangeness of the Falling Soul Tomb, he believed the words of the black cloth himself more and more.

However, Ling Yu did not speak out, nor did he tell the truth to Yi Han. He shook his head suspiciously, and changed the topic and said, "Perhaps, it's because those powerhouses under the Red Ghost have misremembered the distance, right? The difference of one inch is too small compared to the distance of three thousand miles, and it is inevitable that there will be deviations between the slightest centimeters. ”

Hearing Ling Yu's explanation, Yi Han did not have any doubts. Because he would never have thought that by the side of the red ghost, there would be a strong person close to Huaxia.

"Brother Ling, I've come to see you!" Just as Ling Yu and Yi Han were talking, a voice suddenly sounded from behind the two of them. And when Ling Yu guessed the identity of the other party through the man's words, a strange look appeared on his face. And in that touch of eccentricity, there is even a wisp of helplessness and a wry smile.

"Huh, Murong thief, what are you doing here? Don't you know that this Xuanmiao Nunnery is all female disciples? You are obviously ill-intentioned when a flower thief comes to Xuan Miaoan to offer condolences!" Before Ling Yu could speak, Xiao Hei on the side said with fire.

It turned out that the cultivator who greeted Ling Yu was none other than the descendant of the Amorous Pavilion, Murong Changfeng.

Murong Changfeng is the descendant of the Amorous Pavilion, and the Amorous Pavilion is one of the four poisonous sects in Huaxia, so it stands to reason that it should be incompatible with Xuanmiao'an, and even the same as fire and water. However, since Tianxuanmen betrayed the four gates of the righteous path, the cultivators of Xuanmiaoan, Huang Xinge, and Dihongxuan, who originally thought that they had a clear distinction between good and evil, also had doubts about their own concepts.

Later, the cultivators of the Amorous Pavilion repeatedly helped Huaxia, and they even paid more than the so-called Four Gates of the Righteous Path. Moreover, whether it is Huang Shengtong or Zhong Lixuan, they have a good relationship with Murong Changfeng. So, the line between good and evil doesn't seem so obvious these days.

However, after all, today is the day for the strong men of China to worship Yan Suyi, and Murong Changfeng came on behalf of the Amorous Pavilion, which does make people feel a little awkward in their hearts.

"Go, go, little dog bear, you don't have to make fire out there. Although I am the heir of the Amorous Pavilion, I have long admired the prestige of Yan Suyi's predecessors, and now that Yan's predecessors have been victimized by gangsters, it is reasonable for me to come to mourn, and I don't have any impure heart!"

Hearing Murong Changfeng's words, Qing Wan, the eldest disciple of Xuan Miao Nunnery, looked at this suave and suave amorous pavilion heir, and then looked at Ling Yu, the new head of Xuan Miao Nunnery, and looked hesitant for a moment, not knowing how to face Murong Changfeng.

"Senior Sister Qingwan, although Brother Murong is the heir of the Amorous Pavilion, I guarantee with my personality that he is by no means a wicked person. Today he is here to mourn Yan's predecessors, as the master, we naturally have to do the friendship of the landlord, treat everyone equally, and cannot treat it differently. Seeing the hesitation in Qingwan's eyes, Ling Yu hurriedly relieved her of the siege and said softly.

Hearing Ling Yu's words, Qingwan hurriedly said respectfully: "Everything obeys the orders of the nunnery master!"

After Qing Wan finished speaking, she waved her hand to the disciples of Xuanmiao'an on the side, and then clasped her fists at Murong Changfeng and said, "Murong Daoyou, thank you for coming to Xuanmiao'an to worship my master." My Xuanmiao Nunnery is full of women, if I don't take care of it, I hope Murong Daoyou won't be surprised. ”

Qingwan's expression was as usual, neither humble nor arrogant, neither showing her disgust for Murong Changfeng nor showing excessive enthusiasm for him. Although it was a little detached, it was not rude. It can be said that Murong Changfeng can feel a trace of indifference through her actions, but he can't find any fault.

Murong Changfeng was not a fool, he looked at Qing Wan, then at Ling Yu with a helpless face, and said loudly: "Qingwan Daoyou, just keep busy with you, don't pay attention to me." I came this time mainly for two purposes, one is to pay homage to Yan Suyi's predecessors, and the other is to visit old friends. Now that I have seen Brother Ling, I will go down the mountain and leave the Xuanmiao Nunnery after worshipping Senior Yan later. So, you don't have to worry about it. ”

Hearing Murong Changfeng's words, Qingwan nodded and led the other disciples to turn around and leave. In fact, Qingwan was indeed quite hostile to Murong Changfeng, and the hostility in her heart was not that Murong Changfeng had done anything rude to her, but only the rejection of the sect.

When Qingwan was very young, she often heard the elders or senior sisters in the sect mention the various forces in China, and the concept of good and evil was also deep-rooted. That kind of thought has always grown with her, and finally melted into her bones and engraved in the depths of her soul. Even if she had never crossed paths with the disciples of the Amorous Pavilion, she would have hated them.

Qingwan's disgust, on the other hand, comes from others, not from her own experience. Therefore, her behavior is a little ridiculous, but when you think about it, it will make people think a lot.

"Brother Murong, it seems that you can't spend the night in Xuanmiao Nunnery today. Ling Yu looked at the gloomy color that crossed Murong Changfeng's eyes, and joked softly.

Ling Yu knew that although Murong Changfeng had a free and easy personality, being judged by good and evil in front of the public would indeed make him a little embarrassed. But fortunately, Ling Yu knew Murong Changfeng's personality and knew that he was generous-minded and not a small-bellied person, so he made a joke and helped Murong Changfeng break the siege.

"Forget it, Brother Ling, it's not been a day or two since our disciples of the Amorous Pavilion have suffered from white eyes in the human world. For me, these mockery and ridicule have long been taken for granted. It's just that what I don't understand is that many people have never seen us, let alone been hurt by us, why do they still hold such a deep prejudice against us?" Murong Changfeng looked stunned, and his mood was a little uneasy.

Seeing the helplessness in Murong Changfeng's eyes, Ling Yu didn't know how to answer. He and Murong Changfeng stood side by side, looking at the thousands of miles of yellow sand in the Western Desert, and finally said softly: "Perhaps...... You're a real villain, aren't you?"

"Really villain? hahaha, Brother Ling really understands me! I like these three words of real villain, my Amorous Pavilion disciple plays the world, although he has a bad reputation, but he has never hidden it, let alone done anything inconsistent with what he seems. Although we are real villains, we are better than those hypocrites in the world! Looking at this Chinese ancestral star, there has never been a shortage of hypocritical people, but they never dare to admit it. I, Murong Changfeng, have been free for half a lifetime, and I can be satisfied to be able to get Brother Ling's evaluation as a true villain!" Ling Yu's words seemed to resonate with Murong Changfeng, and he laughed loudly, revealing loneliness and desolation in his laughter.

Looking at Murong Changfeng's lonely look, Ling Yu also sighed, not knowing what to say. There are too many rights and wrongs in the world, true and false, good and evil. People often say that the world is like chess, but in fact, they don't understand that what is really complicated is the human heart!

Ling Yu knew a lot of so-called righteous people, and he also had a good relationship with many "evil demons and crooked ways" who were disgraced by those so-called righteous people. In this case, Ling Yu should be the most vocal. According to the world's point of view, the red dust is sinister and evil is rampant, and those forces that are rejected and feared by the world should be mostly heinous.

However, Ling Yu found that often in many things, especially between life and death and the trade-off between facing the fate of the sky, what moved him the most was those disgusted demons and crooked ways, those real villains. And those so-called righteous people with bright appearances are mostly hypocrites with vicious minds. They are the most chilling.

Ling Yu couldn't help but think of what a Chinese sage said, "Every time you slaughter dogs, you are mostly a scholar." This sentence is not a prejudice against the reader, but another compliment to the market.

At present, the ancestral star of Huaxia, as the four gates of the righteous path, Tianxuanmen sells his homeland for glory, but he has always been feared by the world, and even the disdainful amorous pavilion and the God of Wealth Temple run between Huaxia and the sea of stars, and the daughters are scattered to protect the ancestral star of Huaxia.

Those pedantic ancient forces uphold the distinction between good and evil in self-righteousness, and show the hypocrites to the fullest. They are well-dressed and dignified, and they have a human face and a beast's heart in a world of logistics. But those real villains who are spurned by others are bright and righteous in the world of indifference and indifference......