At first glance, seeing this black wing, Xi Xin's face changed abruptly, she looked at the old man's completely unfamiliar face, thin and old, she grabbed the old man's hand, gently rolled up the sleeves, but saw that the arms were strong and young, her lips couldn't stop trembling, and she choked up from her throat: "Sixth brother." Before she could finish her words, she pushed the old man away with a sad expression, and her trembling voice was low and deep: "You go, go, go quickly." ”

The old man's thin face was furrowed, and he shook violently like a convulsion, his expression was solemn and absolute, and he pursed his lips silently, but the sword flashed in his hand, and he was about to split the sword formation in an instant.

Xi Xin held the knife light without hesitation, the sharp blade cut through her hand, blood was like raindrops, sprinkled one after another, she couldn't stop shaking her head, squeezing out a sad whisper from the depths of her throat: "Sixth brother, this knife is cut down, and the burden of forbearance and humiliation in the past ten years will be in vain." ”

The old man's cloudy eyes turned faintly, and the bottom of his eyes was full of tears, he opened his mouth several times and choked up several times, and finally drew out the blade wordlessly and tragically, and slashed down again.

Xi Xin hugged the old man's arm, opened her mouth and bit the inside of his arm, biting out a bloody hole that was deep and visible to the bone, the blood stained her pale lips, a red color, she wiped her lips, trembled and pulled out a smile, and whispered with a treacherous bloody breath: "Sixth brother, our Tongling Valley, hundreds of people can't die in vain." ”

The old man clenched his hands tightly, clear tears crossed the wrinkles, and a drop fell on the back of her hand, the green tendons on his forehead burst, and the wings of his nose fluttered with difficulty, obviously with enough strength to restrain trembling, restrain silent choking.

At this time, there was a sound of footsteps coming down the stairs outside, smashing heavily on the hearts of the two, Xi Xin pushed the old man away, picked up the bowl and slammed it on the ground, the willow eyebrows were upside down, looked at each other angrily, pointed at the old man and scolded: "You old thing, the old lady will die tomorrow, don't you give a good meal and good food today, the old lady wants to eat meat, eat meat." ”

Before the words fell, she picked up the broken porcelain on the ground and slashed it on her hand, and suddenly the blood rained down, and she couldn't help but shout: "If you don't give the old lady meat, the old lady will die to show you, so that you can only sing in front of the old lady's corpse tomorrow." ”

At this moment, a thunderous muffled voice came, hovering outside the sword array: "It's all dying, and it's still so arrogant." As the words fell, Raimaru walked over slowly with his hands on his back, dragging all the way through the swaying shadows, like a ghost, and landed on the old man.

The old man hurriedly lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyes, with a sad look, his expression was as usual, he bowed silently, and trembled to pick up the broken porcelain pieces on the ground.

Lei Maru glanced at the old man, didn't see anything wrong, waved his hand, and said gently: "You go, prepare some good food and send it over, it can be regarded as sending this girl on the road." ”

The old man bowed slightly, hiding the deep viciousness and sadness in his eyes, tremblingly carrying the food box and leaning on his back, he walked out slowly and staggeringly, leaving only Lei Pill and Xi Xin to look at each other here.

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Taibai Mountain pulls out the immortal peak.

The night was lonely, and some faint clouds floated in the sky, covering the already dim moonlight without missing half a trace.

The wind in the night in the Taibai Mountain is strong, blowing endless darkness and rolling up, in the darkness, there is only a heavy ridge, like a brute beast silently lurking, layer by layer cramped down.

A wind lamp moves lightly, and a little depression pours out.

Jimo Qingqian sat in front of the court, blowing his clothes silently, he drank alone from the moon one after another, and there were three or four empty wine jugs under his feet, but he didn't have the slightest intention of stopping, and he still kept pouring wine, pouring himself slightly drunk.

"Master, Wuwei sent two disciples to come to meet in the evening. Gansong, the first big disciple, walked through the court and walked over quickly, although his master was like Jiang Li, known as a romantic person, but he never debauchery, let alone alcoholism, seeing this scene, he looked slightly surprised, bowed down and whispered.

Jimo Qingqian's hand paused slightly, and he still picked up the wine cup, this party came to Tianyi Sect every three or five months to find himself, and sure enough, Cloud City and Tongqiu City were close to each other, and it was convenient to come and go. He raised his head and drank it all, his expression was light, and his eyebrows were sparse: "Tell her to come in." ”

Not long after, Fang Zhiwan followed Gan Song in, she was still dressed in the Hongxia Mountains, the top of her head was combed without a trace, and she was dressed in a wide gray robe, hunting in the night breeze, in fact, she was born extraordinarily glamorous, and the gray abrupt robe could not hide the beautiful demeanor, but she had always been resolute and resolute, adding a bit of arrogance to the living, she was not humble or arrogant and gave a salute: "The second disciple of the Wuwei faction of the younger generation of Fengmei Mountain Fang Zhiwan has seen the predecessors of Jimo. ”

Jimo Qingqian drank another glass of wine, waved his hand at Gan Song, Gan Song retreated willingly, and he said lightly: "Miss Fang is here to inquire about the destruction of the family ten years ago." ”

Fang Zhiwan bowed his head and said, "Yes." ”

Jimo Qing bowed his head shallowly, and the fragrance of wine dyed him slightly drunk, for a moment, he wanted to drown, the mountain breeze blew on his face, he came back to his senses in an instant, raised his eyes and looked handsome, and said calmly: "In the past ten years, all the people who have passed by have died, I," he paused slightly, struggled for a moment before stabilizing his mind, and continued calmly: "Although I found out that there were indeed three people who escaped in the Tongling Valley back then, but as for their whereabouts." He seemed to choke up, and in an instant, his expression was as usual, calm as before: "But only the Seven Girls Spirit Bead of the Psychic Valley were caught, and as for the fifth brother spirit bone and the sixth brother spirit feather, they are nowhere to be found." ”

Fang Zhiwan pursed her lips tightly, she had the news that the remnants of the Tongling Valley had been arrested, so she hurried over, wanting to find out, she said with a sad expression: "Jimo seniors, can be tolerated, can be allowed to see the juniors to see the spirit beads." ”

Jimo Qing took a sip of wine, shook his head and said calmly: "When the incident happened, Lingzhu was only eleven or twelve years old, with few memories, Senior Brother Lei tortured for several months, and didn't know anything. ”

Fang Zhiwan took a step back, his eyes were resolute, and he whispered mournfully: "Then, senior Jimo, do you know where to find the two demons of Spirit Bone and Spirit Feather." ”

"Miss Fang thinks that her cultivation can be better than the combination of those two. Jimo smiled lightly.

This smile, the laughing Fang Zhiwan's body swayed slightly, she raised her chin, her expression was complex and dignified, the tragic old things that turned back and forth have been entrenched in her heart for ten years, hatred has long been deep-rooted, she can't help but have the slightest hesitation and timidity, she can only move forward desperately, this is the only reason for her to live, her lips trembled slightly, without a trace of emotional waves: "The younger generation thinks that with the cultivation of the younger generation, it is enough to die with the two of them." ”

Jimo Qingqian finally had a trace of emotion, stared at Fang Zhiwan for a long time, and then sighed quietly, and said calmly: "I think that the same end is a defeat for both sides, there is no winner, since Miss Fang is bent on revenge, it is better to wait, and when there is a certainty of victory, she will hit with one blow and be the only winner in this matter." ”

The night wind on Taibai Mountain, a bit of cold ice and snow, swept through the heart, cut very small scars, set off a faint bloody gas, just like ten years ago, when Fang Zhiwan pushed open the door of the Fang family, he saw the dead corpses all over the ground, smelled vomiting blood, that night, the entire Fang family except her, did not leave a living mouth, that night the world changed color, she fell from a famous family's lady, with ten years, lived into the famous in the rivers and lakes, the second disciple of the Wuwei faction who was bent on revenge, she paid ten years, naturally can not only fight a lose-lose ending, she arched her hand, and collected all the waves in her heart: "What Jimo's predecessors said is extremely true, it is the younger generation who is reckless. ”

Jimo Qingqian and Fang Zhiwan have been dealing with each other for ten years, every three or five months, they will meet in this place, say a few words, although it is only a few words, but he has always been good at observing people's hearts, and has already figured out Fang Zhiwan's temperament, she uses her resolute and strong temperament, wrapping everything that is weak and gentle, everything she has done in the past ten years is stubbornly only for that year, he poured a glass of wine and handed it over, and said calmly: "Miss Fang can go back with peace of mind, once there is news of the two of them, I will immediately send a message to the girl." ”

Fang Zhiwan pursed his lips, hid his sadness deep in his eyes, and gave a salute: "In this way, the juniors thank Jimo seniors, and I will leave." ”

The next day, the morning sun hid behind the stratus clouds, the light was sparse, and the mist curled around it, with damp moisture, soaked the mountains and giant trees thoroughly.

At noon, there was a faint gloomy atmosphere, which made people uneasy.

Today's Taiyi Peak sounded ten bells, thick and melodious, together with the mountain wind that swept the ground, spread throughout the entire Taibai Mountains.

When the bell dissipated, thousands of people were already surrounded by thousands of people in the wide square outside the Tianyi Palace, all of them looked solemn, and no one laughed and made noise.

There was a torture table in the middle of the square, and there was a woman kneeling on the torture table, and traces of white light were layered and wrapped around her, tying her like a dumpling, unable to move.

The door of the Tianyi Hall was wide open, and on the high platform facing the temple gate, the sect master Jiang Mangni and the heads of each peak all looked solemn, sitting and waiting. And Fang Zhiwan didn't leave Tianyi Sect, but stood behind Lei Maru, and he looked like he had a lot of friendship.

Lei Maru's expression remained unchanged and whispered: "Miss Fang, don't worry, the sect master has set this plan precisely to trap the two demons of Spirit Bone and Spirit Feather, once captured, the old man will be the master, and let Miss Fang personally send the two of them down to avenge the blood feud of the sect." ”

Fang Zhiwan's eyes froze, and he said in a low voice: "Junior, thank you for the success of Senior Lei." ”

Lei Pill continued to whisper: "The Fang family and my Tianyi sect are in the same lineage, they are already in the same breath, Miss Fang is the orphan of the Fang family, I am a sect of heaven and I should take care of myself, the girl doesn't have to be polite." ”

Fang Zhiwan's eyes were slightly red, her fists were clenched, and she stared at the woman in the middle of the torture table, she knew that this woman was young back then, and the destruction of the door had nothing to do with her, but she was full of hatred, and she was unsettled.

In the noise, Jimo Qingqian sat upright as usual, with a faint sparse demeanor between his eyebrows, his hands lightly resting on the armrests, seemingly careless, but there were a few marks of green tendons on the back of his hands, and his expression was slightly raised silently.