Country N, 8 p.m.

The Gospel Buddha Hall is sparsely lit and dappled, and Zen incense fills the entire mountain.

This is the most famous Buddhist shrine in Northern Europe, and because of the presence of the Nordic god of war, many non-Buddhist believers will also come here to pay occasional worship.

But only before 5 p.m.

After five o'clock, the place is calm.

In addition to the Buddhist monks, including Li Jingyuan, there are also hundreds of bodyguards around the mountain.

In the cold meditation room closest to the east, Li Jingyuan was wearing a monk's robe and robe, sitting on the futon with his legs crossed, his eyes closed, twisting the Buddha beads in one hand and knocking on the wooden fish with the other.

A slight fight sounded outside the meditation room, but it was quickly swallowed up by the night, followed by a "squeak".

The cold wind carried the tiny light snowflakes into the door, and along with the heavy smell of blood and a slender figure.

As the door closed, the sound of the wooden fish knocking suddenly stopped.

The septuagenarian slowly opened his eyes, and under the dim light, his pupils shone with a blood-red light.

"You're here." The corners of Li Jingyuan's lips lifted and said lightly.

Sheng Wanning glanced at the man sitting on the futon, the surface was light and the wind was light, but there were actually turbulent waves in the dark.

She unhurriedly flicked away the snowflakes of her sweater with her fingers, and sat on a sandalwood chair in the meditation room with her injured arm in her arms, her tone was weak but her momentum was not lacking in ruthlessness, "Since Third Master Li knew that I would come, why don't you arrange more powerful bodyguards?" Just by the few people outside the door, do you despise me, or do you despise yourself?"

"The bell still needs to be tied to the bell, and some things have to be solved by you and me after all."

"Resolved? So are you going to kill yourself, or are you waiting for me to do it?"

Sheng Wanning's threatening words fell, and the Buddha bead in Li Jingyuan's hand paused, and his cold lips lifted slightly: "Few people dare to speak to me like this, A-Yao is the first, she relies on my favor and has no fear, and you are the second, relying on my guilt towards Yan Ting is also arrogant." Sanqing's heart was stabbed by you?"

The man's voice was dark and hoarse, and the tone of the previous one was rather flat, as if he was telling something innocuous about it, except for the last sentence that exuded an air of danger.

Sheng Wanning never admits that she hasn't done anything except in the gym kiss photo that she didn't know beforehand.

So this time she unceremoniously excused herself, "I wanted to kill her, but unfortunately before I could do it, she came to kill me with a knife, and I kicked her back, and the knife was pierced into her own heart when she fell, so explain, do you believe it?"

When Li Jingyuan heard this, a wave flashed in his eyes, he put down Mu Yuhe, stood up from the futon, took off the robe and Buddhist beads on his body, took off the monk's hat on his head, and revealed his short hair full of frosty white and neat.

At the Stone Appraisal Conference, his powerful and resolute slash is vividly remembered.

Although Sheng Wanning was still sitting, her expression did not relax at all, her fists were clenched, and her eyes were like a cheetah in the forest, staring at every move of her prey, waiting for an opportunity to come out.

"You must be curious, how did Ah Yao die?" He walked slowly to the café and made a cup of hot tea and placed it on a square table in front of her chair.

She looked at the steaming tea, her jaw tightened slightly, but her tone was still indifferent: "I don't care how my mother died, the only thing I care about is that she is dead, and you, the initiator, are still alive!"

"Since you are here to ask for your life, you have to leave three or two last words for those who are about to die, Mrs. the tenth generation of the Li family, what do you say?"

Li Jingyuan's tone was alienated and polite, and Sheng Wanning was slightly stunned when he heard the last title and the "dying man" in his mouth.

She sipped her tea, but did not refuse or agree.

Li Jingyuan walked to the wall, lifted the sword frame covered by dark yellow sheepskin, and two swords appeared.

His fingertips full of old calluses rubbed the hilt of his sword, and his deep voice whispered, "I want to explain these words to the lady of the house in the small island of Glok. At the dinner table, you asked me if I had ever killed anyone. Aside from the casualties of the war, I have not killed a single civilian. But I don't kill Ah Yao, but Ah Yao dies because of me."

"She has a hallucinogenic poison that gives her the illusion of space in her brain, which is why she fell from the building. The police doctors in Huaguo were all suppressed by me, and the poisoner was Sanqing, who was not yet eighteen years old at the time, and the poison came from my wife, Ito Jing, the daughter of the head of the Ito family."

"After that day, I returned to the country of N, imprisoned Shizune Ito, and gouged out her eyes as punishment, but for Sanqing......

Li Jingyuan paused, "I knew who her real mother was from the moment she was brought into the Li family, and she was the only thought that A-Yao left me. If you can spare Sanqing's life for A-Yao's sake, I am willing to bear the cycle of cause and effect alone."

"What Li Sanye said is high-sounding, but in fact it is sanctimonious!" Sheng Wanning sneered, and her words were not lacking in sharpness: "You said that after my mother died, you punished your wife, what about you? Did you poke yourself three or two times as a punishment? You have sex with an innocent underage woman, and your wife is jealous and harmful, and in the end she is all guilty?"

"And then your doted baby daughter, she's a cold-blooded executioner now, even if I don't kill her, can she stop it? Cheating in marriage, you are a failed husband, your children are not virtuous, you are a failed father, even if your family is ruined, these causes and effects are also what you should have bore in the first place! Li Sanqing's life is not only what I want, but you, why do you negotiate terms with me?"

Li Jingyuan's eyebrows sank, "Since the wife of the family head refuses to let go of Sanqing, today, I will end this love and hatred entanglement in my own way."

As soon as the words fell, the septuagenarian man's arm only used a little force, and the two swords were instantly unsheathed, one fell in front of Sheng Wanning's heels, and the other was held in his hand.

"Oriental Kendo, your master Zhan Qingcang is the favorite, and he must have taught you a lot."

"How do you know that my master is ......?"

Sheng Wanning's eyes shrank, and suddenly his gaze was fixed on Li Jingyuan's method of holding the sword. Ordinary people hold the sword and pinch the hilt of the sword, but he holds the sword like a brush.

She had only seen such a posture in Zhan Qingcang.

A guess instantly rang through my mind.

Li Jingyuan's next sentence confirmed her guess: "Let me see what kind of closed disciple my only apprentice has accepted."

Sheng Wanning's heart suddenly mentioned.

Li Jingyuan turned out to be her master's master! Her ancestor?

But in the face of the person who killed her mother, she subconsciously didn't want to admit the relationship.

I saw her grab the sword on the ground with one hand, clench it tightly in her hand, and resolutely said, "Master Zhan has severed the master-apprentice relationship with me. You and I have nothing to do with each other except being enemies! Don't worry about anything else! Draw your sword!"