A portrait from a mortal's handwriting could actually make Zong Ming think of such a deep feeling, even his long-thinking uncle couldn't help but be slightly surprised.

After carefully looking at the portrait and seeing the portrait, the old man nodded frequently, and praised sincerely: "The second young master is delicate and discerning, very human, and should be a masterpiece." ”

This time he was genuinely complimented. The old man witnessed what Zong Ming had done on this trip, and he had to admit in his heart that although Meng Lang occasionally lost his temper, he did have something extraordinary; in terms of mind alone, Zong Ming was the most anticipated among the younger generation of monks.

After the admiration, the old man said: "In the memory of the dumb girl, most of the monks named Ziyi are only the back, but they are three points similar to this person, and considering that he is in the period of growth, his body shape and posture have changed, and the certainty can be expanded to five points. ”

"But it doesn't matter, as long as you find him and take him, everything will be known. The question is, the old man heard that this son often goes to Juxian Building, what does the second young master think about this matter?"

Between the words, the old man's tone was quite vague, and he seemed to attach great importance to the person who lived in seclusion in the building and was only a branch director, and even a little jealous.

"Uncle Shi praised. With the memory of the surviving Tsing Yi, if Zong Ming couldn't make any inferences, wouldn't he become a stupid person. ”

"My father once said to me: 'It's a good thing to be cautious, but compared with the eldest brother, there is less of a general atmosphere!' Now that I think about it, Zong Ming feels deeply. If the situation is not shocking and long-term, the disciple is not as far away as the eldest brother. ”

Zong Ming humbly said two words, and then said, "However, the disciple has a different opinion about that person. ”

The old man said curiously, "Oh? ”

Zong Ming said: "Let's talk about the identity of that person first, the disciple thinks that my father told me not to offend that person, mainly because of the Dao Alliance. Although the Cangyun Sect is a direct sect, it is not the Dao Alliance itself after all, and we must always let the Dao Alliance not lose face when we come to Luoling City to act. This is why disciples should not kill indiscriminately. ”

The old man nodded and said, "Yes, the old man also feels the same way." ”

Zong Ming said: "Face is always mutual. Although I don't know who he really is, and how much he cultivates, I don't even know if he is there or not, but as an uncle, as long as that person knows about it, he will definitely remember it in his heart. ”

The old man twisted his beard and smiled, and said with a little smugness: "The old man has a thin face, and the identity of the second young master is not important. ”

Zong Ming smiled and said, "Although Thirteen Lang has waited for three years to enter Juxian Building, in the mind of the disciple, this move just proves that his relationship with that person is not close. Otherwise, why do you need to work in a place like Sanyuan Pavilion? Most of the time, when that person sees his sincerity, he may have a few words of advice at will, but he wants to talk about the love of master and apprentice...... It's really slim. ”

That man may have been terrified by him, and it would be a loss of identity to let a pious young man do that cleansing thing for many years. Thirteen Lang is also a monk after all, and he is respected in the Falling Spirit, who can not be tempted by such a bitter pleading?"

Consciously grasping the truth of the matter, Zong Ming was even more confident in his words, and said: "The disciple heard that after reaching a certain level, the cultivator is the most jealous of the mental obstacle; If he really likes this young man, he can introduce him to the Dao Alliance, why bother making so many twists and turns. ”

"On the contrary, what the disciple wants to investigate now is the killing of the son of the elder of the Cangyun Sect. That person can't turn his face against my Cangyun Sect for the sake of an inconsequential person, right?"

Speaking of this, Zong Ming's eyes were faintly fierce, and he sneered: "Besides, even if he turns his face, will I be afraid that I won't be able to wait!In the end, it is just a three-star rudder, how high can it be!"...,

After speaking in one breath, Zong Ming still did not forget to express his respect for the old man, and said: "The disciple is delusional, please teach the uncle." ”

There was silence in the room, and Li Feng was so frightened that he didn't dare to say anything. The others were confused and confused, but he could hear the meaning of Zong Ming's words, which could be described as touting and pulling everything. At this time, if the old man stopped him again, it would undoubtedly show that he was afraid of the unknown helmsman, and his face would be lost.

If he could, Li Feng really didn't want to be on this kind of occasion, but after listening to it, he could only secretly complain in his heart, and at the same time glanced at the original few war spirits of those literary affairs and war alliances, thoughtfully.

In the silence, the old man suddenly said, "In front of the Juxian Building, did you do it on purpose?"

Zong Ming's eyes flashed slightly, and he replied: "There is indeed a temptation, the disciple is reckless, please punish the uncle." ”

The white-bearded old man was silent for a while, smiled, and said, "Well said! The second young master's trip not only increased his experience and knowledge, but also showed a majestic atmosphere! The benefits are really not shallow, and it is gratifying to congratulate." ”

After that, the old man asked, "In this situation, what does the second young master plan?"

Zong Ming said calmly: "The disciple plans to smash the Yellow Dragon directly, and if something is inappropriate, please ask the senior uncle to show it." ”

The old man nodded, his eyes flashed slightly, and said, "When the interruption continues, it is not the eldest husband's doing." Well, here's ......"

Zong Ming chuckled lightly and said, "Uncle Shi is worried, just leave it to Master Li Helm here." ”

Turning around, Zong Ming said to Li Feng: "I know that you still want to keep an incense relationship with Tashan, because you are in the battle alliance, it is no wonder that you are cautious in this matter." But the others, I don't need to say more, right?"

Li Feng's face changed sharply, and he hurriedly saluted: "Second Young Master, don't worry, it will be done properly." ”

Before the words fell, Zong Ming's guards shot at the same time, and the original war spirits of the war alliance had no power to resist, and they couldn't even scream, so they all died on the spot.

Several scholars only realized that something was wrong at this time, and they were about to exclaim in shock, and the figure of Li Feng had already flashed among them. The sound of a broken neck sounded, and the writers could only look at Zong Ming with confused eyes, and their expressions contained incomprehension and resentment.

"I promised to spare you, but the helmsman didn't agree!"

Zong Ming sighed softly and said: "The two alliances of the battle path are established in the world, I can't take the lead and go against the will of the helmsman." ”

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"It's my fault!"

Scorched earth, broken flags, corpses, and beasts, young men knelt on the ground, the sound was like rotting wood sinking into a trough, and there was hardly the breath of a living man.

Tinker Bell stood beside Thirteen Lang, not daring to persuade or knowing how to persuade him, so he could only stand stupidly like a stake, his eyes glazed. The surrounding monsters had been dispersed or killed by her, and a few unwilling night wolves were still hovering in the distance, knowing that the two wouldn't stay here for long, just like the people before them. As long as you are patient, you can continue to enjoy your meal.

The female corpses were also mutilated, gathered together by Tinker Bell and covered with the clothes she had carried. The mountain breeze blows lightly, and sometimes a corner of the clothes will be lifted, revealing bruises, whiteness, or scarlet.

Tinker Bell never knew that he had the guts to clean up the corpses and even the broken bones with his own hands. She didn't dare to use spiritual power yet, and if she used her magical powers, she could only use magic power, and in such an environment, I was afraid that those corpses would be destroyed more completely.

The two little hands were dirty, stained with flesh and blood, and saliva from the monsters, or something. Tinker Bell didn't clean up, and after getting things done, she quietly came to Thirteen Lang's side, watched quietly, accompanied quietly, and waited quietly.

Wait for him to come back to life!

She could feel that at this time, Thirteen Lang exuded a kind of anger that should not be present to a living person, but he was pressed in her heart. The result of extreme repression is intimidating and weird, and it can even be said that he is already a dead man. ...,

The wooden pole of the hanging corpse was split by Thirteen Lang's palm, and the stubble was like dense needles, stabbing obliquely into the bleak sky.

"Thirteenth Master, Ziyi, I'll go to Luoling City to find you!"

The words reveal strength and determination, but also disdain and ridicule, as if those needles are shuttling in the heart, reciprocating, never stopping.

"It's my fault. ”

Thirteen Lang looked at the face that was only half left, and muttered to himself.

There wasn't much expression on his face, no anger, no resentment;

If there must be a word, there is only extreme sorrow, and there is extreme disappointment!

His hands were twisted together, so hard, so resolute, that the joints grew overwhelmed, and finally broke apart with a wailing crunch, revealing white stubble.

Only white, no red.

His blood can't flow here. There were a few peach blossoms on his chest, a few blood stains on the ground, and blood stains on the corners of his mouth.

But there is no one in the hand.

...

The clock is ticking.

The sun has set, the night is deep, and the sky is bright.

Thirteen Lang was still talking to himself.

...

"You are recognized, and you are recognized by those who killed you, for that reason I don't understand. ”

In his mind, several blurry images flashed, and his mind was a little confused, so much so that he had to think hard to make the picture clear.

"But how did they recognize you?"

"When I killed Li San, I felt that something had penetrated into my body. Later, I checked carefully, but I didn't find anything wrong, so I didn't pay attention to it. ”

"When I went to see the teacher, the teacher talked about my hands, which means that she has seen my body, and she doesn't say anything. ”

"When I saw you later, I searched your body, but I couldn't find anything. ”

"So I think it's probably because I'm too careful. ”

"Probably some kind of curse. ”

Tinker Bell whispered beside him, "The cursed qi that is only used to track the murderer needs to be stimulated by treasures, combined with the resentment of the deceased, and it is extremely difficult to detect." ”

She didn't know what was going on, but she could tell the general process from just a few words. In just a few words, it is infinitely close to the truth. At the same time, it also shows that Tinker Bell's knowledge and experience in cultivation are far from being comparable to Thirteen Lang.

Thirteen Lang's body trembled slightly, as if he heard Tinker Bell's words, but he didn't seem to hear them.

Later, he said: "Zhao Si didn't come to me directly, which means that it has no effect on me, and it should be its credit." ”

"It's my fault!"

He said again: "I don't have anything to do about it, and I don't feel at ease, so I'll let you leave Falling Spirit City." ”

After a pause, he shook his head and said, "It's not a reason, it's my fault!"

Then, Shisanlang slowly stood up from the corpse, glanced at Ah Niu's corpse again, and said, "It's my fault." ”

With a wave of his hand, a fireball was unleashed, and the few remaining corpses were reduced to ashes. Shisanlang didn't make any further movements, quietly watching as the mountain wind blew the ashes of the corpses away, scattered in the morning sun, scattered in the air, on the ground, and blended with the surrounding scorched earth.

There was still no expression on his face, and he maintained that stiff demeanor, and with a puppet-like stiff movement, he turned around and walked towards the pile of corpses that had been cleaned up by Tinker Bell.

Then watch.

After a long time, he spoke with difficulty, as if the words he wanted to say were not words, but a few sharp steel knives.

"It's not my fault. ”

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