Early in the morning, on the outskirts of Kyoto......

Xiao Qingfang was dressed in a dark red brocade robe, and his face was covered by a wide black cloak and hood from the eyes up......

In front of Xiao Qingfang, a beautiful female corpse lay calmly on the ground, if it weren't for the red wound on her abdomen like a bewitching flower, everyone would think that she was just sleeping here......

The female corpse was just snatched from a few Shadow Sect disciples, and Xiao Qingfang also knew about last night's fight from their mouths......

The death of the female corpse was so peaceful, maybe if it weren't for her own orders, she would have "slept" so peacefully ten years ago.

Xiao Qingmad is obsessed with martial arts and likes to play with the world, but he is not stupid, he understands the feelings of the fire sword towards him, but he doesn't feel that he likes her, but now that she is dead, why does he have a feeling of loss again......

Xiao Qingfang squatted down silently, no one could see that his eyes contained those emotions, and slowly stretched out his right hand to the forehead of the fire sword, and the Rakshasa magic skill was running in his body, and the scarlet internal force was transmitted from Xiao Qingfang's right hand to the whole body of the fire sword, and it was attached to the beautiful body of the fire sword like a karmic fire......

When I first met her, she was not the guardian of the fire, but the favorite disciple surnamed Lei, of course, at that time, I thought that this kind of liking was limited to the love of master and apprentice, as for herself, she was the righteous son of the old sect master, and the righteous son with the highest martial arts talent.

There are many old sectarians, but he is very strict, even a little cruel, and the waste is not worthy of being his adopted son, so when he became the leader of the Rakshasa Sect, the righteous son of the old sect leader was the only one left.

At that time, she was still a girl, she was ten years older than her, and she had also taught her martial arts, but she only hoped that she could secretly send some food when she was forced to practice by the old sect master.

Later, she became the leader of the sect, and she also became the same fire protector as the one surnamed Lei......

Later, one day she wanted to die, and I saved her, but I just wanted her to be a pawn for me to spy on Lei......

Now, she is dead, and I have fulfilled my original expectation of her value, but why, I have such a helpless feeling......

......

Xiao Qingfang's right hand exerted force, and the corpse that was originally completely attached to the scarlet internal force dissipated instantly, which was the most glorious burial method for the Rakshasa sect members - the sect leader lost nearly half of the internal force (of course, the internal force can be recovered), turning it into a cloud of smoke, and the Rakshasa sect members believed that if they died in this way, they could fly to the Rakshasa Hall and no longer have to suffer from reincarnation...... This has always been the case only for the former leaders and members of the church who have made great contributions to the church......

Xiao Qing got up frantically, the scarlet internal force surrounded his body, he was going to find someone now and ask him why he didn't make a move at that time......

The figure disappeared, and a drop of water fell from the place where Xiao Qingfang was standing, but strangely, there was no rain in the sky......

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Kyoto is divided into rudders, the weather is gloomy, and the temple surrounded by high walls is ......

At a bamboo pavilion in the courtyard, Yun Zhi is dressed in a wide cloud dress unique to aristocratic women in Kyoto, and the long sleeves complement Yun Zhi's dusty temperament, as if this kind of clothing was born for Yun Zhi. Yun Zhi sits in the center of the bamboo pavilion and practices the tea ceremony, and her every move is as graceful as the person in the painting......

Next to the bamboo pavilion is a small man-made lake, extremely beautiful, if it were not for the high walls around it and the shackles on Yun Zhi's hands and feet, who would have thought that this place would be a prison cell.

Murong Yuan, who was dressed in black brocade, slowly walked into the bamboo pavilion from outside the courtyard, and Yun Zhi saw that the visitor got up consciously. Murong Yuan sat straight in front of Yun Zhi, and Yun Zhi also sat down......

Looking at the jade tea set on the purple shirt wooden case, Murong Yuan asked lightly——

"You know the tea ceremony?"

"When I was a child, my father taught me some ......"

Yun Zhi finished speaking, Murong Yuan silently picked up the jade pot on the side of the case, and his slender fingers fiddled with it like a trick, washing the pot, brewing, foaming, sealing the pot, and dividing the cup...... Coherent......

"Taste ......"

Yun Zhi took the jade cup handed by Murong Yuan with both hands, and the tea in the cup was overflowing, and when she smelled it, she knew that it was made by a tea ceremony master......

Yunzhi is divided into three sips and sips slowly, the tea is fragrant and leaves the nose, the temperature is suitable, and the aftertaste is endless......

"Very good......

Countless words of praise only turned into a sentence of "very good" after Yun Zhi thought about it again and again.

Murong Yuan didn't care, picked up a cup and put it on the tip of his nose to smell the fragrance of tea, and asked lightly——

"Do you know who brought the tea ceremony culture?"

"Is this the first question this time......

Murong Yuan glanced at Yun Zhi indifferently, and the latter seemed to tremble unconsciously because of this......

"You can make me a cup of tea, and all three questions for today should have been asked......

Yun Zhi was a little shocked, and at the same time there was a trace of inexplicable loss, I don't know when she began to want to hear the cold and touching voice of the man in front of her......

Yun Zhi silently fiddled with the tea set on the table, showing the beauty of the heavenly palace immortals, the tea art process is very different from Murong Yuan, but it has more of its own unique immortal energy, and finally surrounded by the clouds and mist produced by its special exercises, a cup of tea is like the agar jade pulp collected by the fairy mountain......

Yun Zhi handed over the tea with both hands, Murong Yuan took it lightly, and from the teacup, he seemed to be able to feel the existence of Yun Zhi's atomization internal force......

Murong Yuan put the jade cup on the tip of his nose and sniffed lightly, and began to rejoice that the black-faced fangs blocked the poison but did not block the qi, and the faint tea fragrance was no worse than what he had done......

"Good Tea ......"

It is consistent with Yun Zhi's evaluation of her own tea, but the difference is that this is the first reaction in Murong Yuan's mind.

After smelling the fragrance of tea, Murong Yuan put down the jade cup and prepared to leave, he didn't seem to be ready to take off his mask and taste it......

"For the tea carefully made by others, if you don't taste the tea, you just leave, it seems that it is not etiquette......"

Yun Zhi stopped halfway through speaking, looking at the person who stopped in front of her, she didn't understand why she stopped him just now, it seemed that it was because she hadn't spoken to someone for too long, but ...... Didn't you always say little before?

When Yun Zhi reacted, Murong Yuan had already returned to the desk again, knelt down, picked up the jade cup with his right hand, took off the mask with his left hand, and tasted the tea step by step according to the tea ceremony......

Yun Zhi didn't quite remember Murong Yuan's movements behind, but when his mask fell off, she felt a trace of stillness in her heart......

Unexpectedly? No, it should be as she expected, she saw Murong Yuan's extraordinary temperament at first glance, and it was natural to have such a look, but if you just said that she was handsome, Xiao Qing was crazy and glamorous, but she didn't feel this way when she faced him......

Murong Yuan drank all the tea and quietly looked at Yun Zhi, who was a little sluggish in front of him......

Yun Zhi also suddenly discovered her faux pas and avoided her head slightly.

After a long silence, when Yun Zhi turned his head, Murong Yuan had already left, Yun Zhi stretched out her hand, stopped talking, and slowly withdrew her hand, revealing a puzzled expression that seemed to be laughing and crying......

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"Murong Drizzle's husband Jiang A died and died......"

A black-clothed shadow killer bowed down to Murong Yuan, who had just come out of the high wall, and his voice was low and clear......

Murong Yuan's cold eyes were calm, he had already known the general situation, but he still asked......

"What's going on......"

Murong Yuan walked towards the main hall without hurrying, followed by the black-clothed killer behind him, and at the same time quickly replied-

"At that time, our people were ready to remove the surveillance of Murong Drizzle, but they felt a strong internal force fluctuation in the air, and the source was Murong Drizzle's residence, when our people arrived, only Murong Drizzle hugged Jiang Asheng's body and cried bitterly, because there was an order from the master of the door, so we didn't act rashly......"

Murong Yuan stopped, and the black-clothed killer also stopped at the same moment, and continued to add-

“...... Now that Murong Drizzle may go out of Beijing to bury Jiang Asheng, do we need to ......?"

"She has nothing to do with us anymore, but ......"

Murong Yuan thought in his heart, he didn't want to care about these few characters who had nothing to do with the mission, but his cautious personality still made him a little worried......

“...... You find a few Shadow Killers who are good at stealth, follow them quietly, don't expose them, don't act against her, just see what she does next. ”

"Yes!"

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Near the residence of Zhang Renfeng and Murong Drizzle, there is a hill outside of Kyoto, and there is a Qingzen Temple on the top of the mountain......

On the mountainside, there is a newly erected tombstone - "The Tomb of Aifu Zhang Renfeng, Stander: Murong Drizzle".

This is what Zhang Renfeng said to Murong Drizzle, who was still Zeng Jing, before, that he hoped to be buried at the foot of Qingchan Temple after his death. Murong Drizzle had been kneeling in front of the tombstone for more than half a month, with no rice in his eyes, until a man in red approached him......

"What if he dies?"

Xiao Qingfang's voice did not fluctuate much, as if he was narrating an innocuous trivial matter, and the bloodstains on his hands proved that there had been an almost massacre bloody battle before.

Murong Drizzle didn't answer, and Xiao Qingfang asked again-

"How did you die?"

"I killed ......" Murong Drizzle's answer was lifeless, and he continued: "...... Do you want to avenge him? ”

Xiao Qingfang was silent for a short time, looked at the tombstone, and said after reading it lightly-

“...... Originally, I had a question for him, but now, I seem to know the answer......"

After saying that, Xiao Qingfang looked at Murong Drizzle, who was still kneeling in front of the tombstone, and continued: "...... I won't kill you, because I know that you are worse now than dead......"

This can be regarded as my punishment for him......

Xiao Qingfang said secretly in his heart, turned around and disappeared gradually, there seemed to be raindrops falling in the sky, but Murong Drizzle still knelt in place......

Later, there was no more Murong drizzle in the rivers and lakes, and there was no Zeng Jing in Kyoto, and there was only a nun in Qingchan Temple, whose name was meditation......