This is an old man with a serious face and meticulous combed hair.

He was dressed in a purple official uniform, with a goldfish bag, and an ivory wat in one hand.

At this time, his eyes swept away.

In the next second, the gaze stopped somewhere!

There was a bloody man and an embroidered man with a bloody hole in his eyebrows.

The old man's body froze suddenly, and the whole person stood in place like a wax figure.

The thread remained untouched.

About three breaths passed.

He took a deep breath, and the priceless ivory wat in his hand fell tiltingly.

His body turned into a phantom, and he knelt beside the fallen Qin Ji in an instant.

At this time, Qin Ji's skull shattered into a thumb-sized hole, and blood-red liquid curled down from his eyebrows.

It was also mixed with an off-white liquid that soaked the broken golden locks on his chest.

The old man's mouth opened silently, and then slowly closed, his hands open, as if he wanted to wrap around the man under him, but in the end he didn't do it.

In the next second, the old man hurriedly reached into his sleeve and photographed a milky white object.

It is a piece of mutton fat jade that exudes a hazy halo.

If you look closely, you can find that this piece of "mutton fat jade" is not a hard jade, but a liquid as soft as water.

The old man pinched the trick with his left hand, and the Confucian monk followed his words.

"When the spiritual liquid is still flowing, the remaining milk can prolong its life. ”

One finger is handed out.

Qin Ji's eyebrows once again ushered in today's second finger.

As soon as the flowing "mutton fat jade" touched his wound, he stitched up the broken skull and plugged the gap.

He held his breath and concentrated, reached out to touch Qin Ji's pulse, and after feeling a few breaths, he exhaled slightly.

Immediately, the old man was silent for three seconds, and the next moment he turned his head sharply.

It's like a tiger and a wolf looking around.

The old man, who is calm and calm on weekdays, is now wearing a crown, with straight eyebrows and angry eyes, and a red face.

He abruptly got up and quickly looked around.

There are the severed limbs of a thousand iron horsemen, the unconscious wooden man, the old man in black robe who bleeds from seven orifices, and the yin owl man who is covered in blood......

Immediately, his gaze locked on Liu Sanbian beside Qin Ji.

"Wait for the rats! Dare to hurt me! Damn it!"

The old man was furious, smoked from his seven orifices, and reached out to take the corpse of Liu Sanchang, with five fingers like hooks, and grabbed it on the neck of the six-rank martial artist who had burned out his qi and blood, but was dead.

"Li Shida, get out of the old man!"

The old man's voice was long and earth-shattering.

As soon as the words fell, two voices hurried to the other end of Suzaku Street.

The first person was Li Shida, at this time his face was blue and white, his chest rose and fell violently, and he stumbled all the way.

Gao Yi who followed behind him, after seeing the old man, although his steps were steady, his teeth chattered, and his eyes dodged.

Before he could get to him, Li Shida had already spoken:

"Teacher, student......"

"Shut up! The old man told you to take good care of Ji'er, and that's how you took care of it?"

Li Shida's body trembled, his footsteps stopped, he knelt heavily, gritted his teeth and lowered his head, silent like a cicada.

Qin Jianfu's eyes contained a fierce storm, and his gaze was like a knife, scraping past Li Shida and Gao Yi, and the two of them trembled again.

Qin Jianfu's nose fluttered, and he took a deep breath.

"Ji'er still has a glimmer of life, and the old man is going to the Green Marrow Sect. ”

As he spoke, he stared at the proud protégé who was kneeling on the ground.

"Li Shida, you have disappointed the old man, this is your last chance, if Ji'er can't wake up again, you will never want to go to Siqi Academy again!"

"You wait for the old man to take care of Ji'er at home, and wait for the old man to return!"

Qin Jianfu snorted coldly, brushed his sleeves and left, turning into a long rainbow and disappearing into the sky.

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Three days later.

Evening.

Zhao Rong copied his hands, walked along the street leisurely, and passed by the north gate of Liangjing.

During this period, he stopped slightly, raised his eyelids, and looked at the corpse of the six-rank martial artist who was hanging at the head of the city, hanging a hundred feet high, and exposed to the public.

At this time, after three days of excitement, there are still many people under the city gate who stop to watch.

Zhao Rong pursed his lips.

The corpse was covered in blood, and even after hanging for three days, there were still drops of black blood gathering on the toes, and there was a rhythmic silent low.

On the ground below the corpse, there was a shocking stain of black and red blood, which was extremely large, but no one cleaned it.

When a person is dead, but the body is treated like this, you can imagine how angry the people who did it are.

In addition to this, there is another layer of purpose......

Zhao Rong turned his head casually, looked at the people who were pointing and pointing, and some of the figures that made him familiar with them.

These are hidden whistles in the crowd, and he has "passed by" again and again in the past two days, and he has singled them out.

Zhao Rong turned to leave.

The people behind the scenes are still looking for them, trying to use Liu Sanbian's corpse to fish them out.

However, Zhao Rong has changed his dress, no longer the previous Confucian dress, and did not take Su Xiaoxiao out.

And then with his innate talent - mediocre.

It's hard to recognize.

On Suzaku Street that day, Zhao Rong witnessed what happened after the arrival of the old man in official uniform.

That old man in official uniform should be Qin Xiangguo in the mouth of the people of Liangjing.

Zhao Rong walked on the road, pondering carefully.

And on that day, he also met a young Confucian and Gao Yi, who was still a brother and brother to Liu Sanbian a few days ago.

If there is no accident, Gao Yi is the one who betrayed the three brothers, and the magic circle that Suzaku was laid in advance that day also illustrates this.

As for the Confucian student, he listened to Qin Jianfu's words that day, and learned that his name was Li Shida, so he went to the market to investigate, and roughly knew his identity, and he was Qin Xiangguo's most proud student.

It is equivalent to the staff think tank of the Qin Mansion.

That day, Qin Jianfu said that Qin Ji still had a glimmer of life, which made him feel a little uncomfortable.

Zhao Rong bought some snacks on the street and brought them back to the inn for Su Xiaoxiao.

She's been in a bit of a low mood these days.

The orange sunset has set, and darkness envelops the capital of Liangjing.

Back at the inn, Zhao Rong pushed open the door and found that Su Xiaoxiao had not lit the lamp, and there was a vague figure by the window.

Zhao Rong put down his things, walked to the oil lamp, and took out the fire fold.

"Don't light the lights. ”

The little fox demon said softly.

Zhao Rong stopped his movements when he heard this, stood in place and was silent for a moment, walked to the window, and found a stool to sit down.

At this time, Su Xiaoxiao was huddled in the chair with her legs hugged, her face pressed against her knees, and she quietly looked at the starry sky outside the window.

She didn't tie her hair as usual, but put it down casually.

The afterglow of the hazy lights in the distance caressed her jade-like face.

"Zhao Rong, the familiar person died, aren't you sad?"

Zhao Rong's eyelids converged and did not speak.

The little fox demon didn't know how to speak.

In the dark.

The two sat quietly for a long time.

A certain moment.

"They're all dead. She said.

"Who?"

"Them. ”

Zhao Rong did not speak.

"Rhubarb, the old master of the private school, the villagers of Xiahe Village, and the scholar who went to Beijing to take the exam. ”

The little fox demon said softly:

"They're all dead. ”

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