Dugu Yi stood under an old ginkgo tree, his figure was obscured by the lush shadows of the tree, and there were so many pedestrians coming and going, as if they couldn't see him.

Two monks passed by: "I heard that a few days ago, that Elder Han of Qianji Pavilion came back and criticized the head of the Han family. ”

"After all, they are brothers, and they still have a bit of face. Whose father was healed, I heard that he was whipped a few times. ”

One person was shocked: "So it's true that the Han family uses evil methods to improve their cultivation?" ”

Another monk and old god was shaking his head: "True or not, false or not, you and I know it." ”

"Elder Han was so angry that the matter was revealed, not only did they let the woman escape, but they were watched by various sects, and the juniors in the family also let people teach a lesson, do you say you can be angry?"

"Tsk."

"In short, the reputation is completely ruined."

The two shook their heads and walked away, and when the voice became quieter, the man standing behind the tree walked out.

Dugu Yi shook the folding fan lightly and looked up at the direction of the Han family's mansion. I saw that there were wisps of dark "qi" circling around the sky over there, which ordinary people could not see. However, he knew that it was indeed the remnants of the Red Pill curse.

"It's been a long time, and I'm afraid it's close to the end of the day. Interesting, interesting. ”

Dugu Yi smiled slightly, and walked towards the main gate of the Han family's mansion.

When I got closer, I saw two maids in yellow scrubbing the gate of the house.

A few big characters were written on the wooden door of the black tung oil of the Han house, and I could vaguely see that it was "evil way" and "demon" and other scolding words. I don't know what it was painted with, and it was difficult for the maidservants to get it off with a horsehair brush.

They were anxious when the sound of footsteps approached.

Then I heard a low and elegant male voice say: "Sweep the dust and remove the dirt, greed, hatred, love and hate." ”

The dust removal technique of the visitor made it fascinating, and in a few breaths the graffiti on the door became clean...... It's just that the mantra is a little strange.

The two maids were mortals, so they didn't think about it that much at all: "Thank you Immortal Master for your help!" ”

The maid lotus raised her sweaty face, "This immortal master ......"

Before she finished speaking, she was greeted by a face as warm as jade, handsome and extraordinary.

The man looked at her with a smile on his eyebrows. The whole person is like a god descending, which is the appearance of a fairy in a girl's spring boudoir dream.

Lotus's lips trembled, her eyes were amazing, and she stammered for a long time before she stammered back to her senses: "Immortal, immortal master, thank you for your help." Are you looking for the head of the house? ”

Dugu Yi lied and didn't make drafts, and his face remained unchanged: "Exactly." ”

The two maidservants hurriedly greeted him attentively, and did not ask him if he had a greeting post, and directly invited people in.

Lotus found a servant woman to ask, and trotted all the way back to pass the word: "Immortal Master! The head of the family is cultivating in the inner room, so please wait in the hall with some refreshments. ”

Dugu Yi smiled good-naturedly: "It's okay, if you can, can the girl guide me?" ”

Lotus was very happy: "Naturally! Immortal Master, please come with me. Lotus leaf, you go to the flower hall to serve tea first. ”

"Okay."

The two walked through the zigzag house path, Dugu Yi was idle and contented, and did not squint all the way.

Passing through a small courtyard, I saw many maidservants dressed in the same service pouring wine and packaging. The red clay wine jar is stacked layer by layer and placed on the side of the corridor, and the body of the altar is pasted with the word Fu.

Seeing his sideways eyes, Lotus explained: "It's the people in the house who are making New Year's wine, and this year is plum wine." ”

Dugu Yi smiled politely and said casually: "The fragrance is light and mellow, it should be a good wine." ”

The man's smile was as warm as the sun, and the lotus looked at him, her face already red to the base of her neck. She lowered her head desperately, and wrenched her handkerchief with both hands: "The immortal master is falsely praised, but it is just a cheap fruit wine made by the subordinates......"

Within a few steps, we had arrived at the courtyard of Hanshan, and as the head of the family, it was deliberately arranged in a majestic manner. Even the maidservant did not dare to speak loudly, so she took the tea and withdrew.

Dugu Yi sat in the flower hall and looked around, easily found the Qiangang stone door that connected the inner room, used his palm as a claw, directly used his mana to destroy the defensive formation on it, and forcibly broke in.

The stone door opened, and the cultivation secret room of the patriarch of a small family was as easy as entering the realm of no one.

He looked indifferent, and glanced at Han Shan, who was sitting cross-legged on the futon and cultivating, this old man didn't know if it was because he had gone mad, his face was not very good, and he didn't wake up even when he came in.

Dugu Yi grabbed the person at will, slapped his palm on his heavenly spirit cover, and searched for memories with divine search.

Searching for the Divine Soul is a very cruel torture method, which is generally used to deal with the most heinous and vicious people. If someone is forced to search for the soul by an external force, the soul of the person will suffer a heavy blow, ranging from delirium to delirium, to stupidity and madness.

These, Dugu Yi naturally doesn't care.

He looked at Han Shan under his palm calmly. Soon, the corners of the old man's mouth overflowed with blood, his eyes rolled under his eyelids, his brows were furrowed, and his expression was painful, but he was powerless to struggle at all, and he was carried like a chicken.

Han Shan's recent memories are slowly unfolding in front of Dugu Yi like a picture scroll.

"What? Born in a lunar year, a lunar month, and a cloudy time? ”

"I have a magic spell here...... You don't care if it's an evil spell or not, it can improve your cultivation without difference! ”

"Lu'er, you take Miss Huo to test the spiritual root......

Dugu Yi looked very carefully, and suddenly his eyes froze.

Because of the perspective, the memories presented are somewhat distorted, as well as Han Shan's subjective emotions. But this does not affect the peerless appearance of the woman in it.

Dugu Yi was amazed, but did not make a sound. He just waited quietly for the plot of "Ascending the Immortal Gate" to finish, and after Huo Rendong stabbed Han Lu with a branch, he slowly looked away.

That's the valuable part of Han Shan's memory, and then there's how he was repaired by his brother Han Dian and abused the pill to treat Dantian's injuries.

Dugu Yi let go of his hand, and the old man under his palm fell to the ground, making a dull sound of "bang".

Han Shan's face was like gold paper, his eyes were closed, and he seemed to be ten years old in an instant.

Dugu Yi didn't look at him, and went out with a folding fan.

His cool voice drifted away: "...... It's really useless, my Red Pill spell was wasted. ”

Han Lu, who knew the truth of the matter best, was dead, and he couldn't find anything from Han Shan, Dugu Yi turned his footsteps, and he didn't need servants to lead the way, so he went to the small courtyard where Huo Rongdong used to live.

The gate outside the courtyard has been sealed with iron chains, and it has been splashed with black dog blood, which looks dilapidated.

Dugu Yi flew in on tiptoe without making a sound.

The leaves of the old ginkgo trees in the courtyard have all been lost, the doors of the two wings are open, the furniture and items in them are scattered all over the ground, and there are some miscellaneous garbage piled up in the courtyard, and it is almost impossible to get down.

Dugu Yi didn't dislike it, he slowly took out a round mirror-shaped magic weapon and threw it into the air. The Retrospective Mirror is a common way to recreate a scene from the past in an area.

He saw light shining through the mirror, and the image of a woman began to appear frequently in the courtyard:

the indifference with which she sat on the threshold sewing the phoenix crown; her despair as she lay under the ginkgo tree in the cold wind and rain; She slammed on the courtyard door and smashed the awe-inspiring of the dowry; She struggled to climb the tree and climb over the wall, choosing to run for the determination of the struggle.

At the end of the scene, the mirror slammed into the ground and made a "jingle" sound.

Dugu Yi reached out and picked up the mirror, looking at the silver lenses in his palm, as if he saw the tearful eyes of the woman in front of him again.

"It's beautiful." He muttered a sigh.

Originally, he thought that it was a coincidence to break free from the red pill, but after seeing the retrospective scene, Dugu Yi was a little suspicious that Huo Rongdong was secret.

Normal people are already godless and ignorant to her level, let alone struggle to escape.

Things were more interesting, and he was more curious about her.

Dugu Yi got the news he needed, and when he walked out of the Han house, he met a servant girl who was trotting over with a wine jar.

Lotus was a little disappointed: "Immortal Master, are you going back?" ”

Maybe it was Dugu Yi's gentleness that made her let go of her shyness: "Immortal Master, I took two jars of freshly brewed plum wine, if you don't dislike it, please take it back and taste it!" ”

There was still undried sweat on the maid's face, and the feelings written in a pair of eyes were clearly recognizable.

Admiration? Grateful?

The man smiled slightly: "Thank you for remembering, I understand the girl's kindness." ”

He bent slightly to take the jar, his handsome face approaching from top to bottom, until the two of them were very close.

Lotus Flower's cheeks were flushed, and her red lips moved slightly before she could speak, and she suddenly felt a chill in her chest.

It was as if some sharp weapon had pierced her chest, and the movement pierced her heart quickly and firmly, and the heat leaked out of the hole quickly, pouring air into her body.

Dugu Yi withdrew his hand, there was no trace of blood on his white fingers, his voice was still so gentle and elegant, with a smile on his face, but the words he said were as cold as hell.

"It's just a pity that I have no intention of intersecting with ants, and your feelings are worthless to me."

The maidservant fell to the ground suddenly, her eyes trembled slightly, there was no wound on her body, but her life was like a dry lotus flower in a mud pond, gradually passing away.

Dugu Yi leisurely walked out of the Han family's mansion, took off the cover casually, and poured the sweet and sour plum wine on the ground, like a sacrifice for the dying.

*

Huo Rongdong didn't know why, she always felt uneasy today, as if there was a pair of eyes watching her in the sky.

She and Qi Ci had been staying in this hunter's house for several days, and she knew that he was waiting for her to refine qi.

Huo Honeysuckle stepped into the thick pile of dead leaves in the forest, and let the instep of his feet be buried by yellow leaves.

The top leaves are a little newer, and the bottom ones are rotting and dirty, from light yellow to dark brown, and are getting old. The leaves are like the end of a human life.

She unsheathed the Sunset Sword and calmly practiced a set of basic swordsmanship. These three sword tricks have been practiced by her extremely proficiently, and she can dance blindfolded.

The tip of the sword swept up the yellow leaves under his feet, and the flying fallen leaves were rejuvenated by the wind, turning into butterflies fluttering, and the fallen leaves at that moment were the limit of life and death.

Huo Honeysuckle understood: she wanted to catch that wind!

In the hunter's house, Qi Ci suddenly felt something.

Looking up, I saw the mountain forest in the distance, the woman stood with a sword in one hand, countless withered yellow leaves in the forest circled around her, the original dark red thin sword in her hand had changed, and the wind condensed a new withered leaf sword for her.

Huo Rongdong wore a light blue magic robe, and the color between her eyebrows dimmed the gorgeous magic robe woven by the silk on her body.

Qi Ci thought, this girl must not know how beautiful she looks, otherwise she would not be so ungrateful for her beauty.