Shi Yunya didn't dare to agree with this, if there was no hatred, wouldn't there be people who were unreasonably jealous and hateful?

My uncle is upright, isn't he still accused of being a murderer by the unreasonable young lady of the Su family?

Where in this world there are so many things that are taken for granted, someone may scratch your face when they see you are more beautiful than him, and someone who sees that you are better than him, they may put small shoes on you behind his back.

In short, the four words of people's hearts are absolutely justified.

He stepped forward in a few steps, and although he stood at the foot of the stone steps, his head held high was full of momentum.

"If it weren't for revenge, what would it be? Jiang Gongzi had a lot of money on him, but he was picked up by Liu Qi greedily. This person doesn't want to make money, does he want to have fun?"

His unsubtle words made Qingge frown.

She turned her head to look at the silence and asked, "That's what you mean?"

"No, I have a very strong feeling that things are not as simple as seeking revenge.

If it's revenge, why does this person just cut off his hands? At least if I'm looking for revenge, why don't I have to leave anyone alive!"

What they said was reasonable, and the old master of Jiang noticed that a few people were not very human, and he thought that he should have some background.

If they can rely on them to find out the murderer of their son this time, it can be regarded as a matter of their own heart.

He descended the stairs and walked up to them, leaning forward and holding his hands in salute.

"A few little friends are not ordinary people, Jiang is here to beg a few little friends to find out the real murderer, in order to comfort my son's spirit in the sky.

My son is bent on cultivating the immortal path and protecting the weak. Now that he has ended up like this, please ask a few people to let him rest in peace for the sake of his heart. ”

His words are sincere, without the panic and helplessness of ordinary people in the face of the pain of losing a child, and his rationality is admirable.

Hearing that he mentioned that his son wanted to cultivate immortals, Shi Yunya really glanced at the corpse on the ground.

Suddenly, he walked towards the corpse with footsteps that were originally standing three feet away, and then squatted down, pinching his chin thoughtfully.

Shi Xingjian asked, "Yunya, what are you doing?"

In his heart, Shi Yunya has a super perception. Although sometimes there is a lot of jokes, but the person is smart and clever, and he is a rare child.

Silent Hearing the voice, he walked up to him, and the purple tassel on his waist swept over Shi Yunya's robe. The bewitching color and his lazy half-closed eyes make people have a different kind of desire in this gray sky.

He lowered his eyes and looked at Shi Yunya, from the moment he sensed his existence in the Wind Pavilion, he was particularly interested in him.

"You've been squatting here for a long time, and what have you discovered?"

Shi Yunya gasped and said, "This boy feels a little familiar, it seems that he has seen it somewhere!" Senior brother, can you come to see if this son is familiar?"

After hearing this, Shi Xingjian stepped forward. He looked at the corpse carefully, shook his head and said, "I don't think it's familiar, but Yun Ya remembers it wrong?"

Shi Yunya was noncommittal. He has been inseparable from his senior brother from beginning to end, and if his own teacher has never seen him, he will naturally believe it. However, he really saw him somewhere, but he couldn't remember for a moment.

Qingge felt inexplicable by the words between the two of them, and couldn't help but step forward to take a look, but subconsciously frowned.

"This boy is a little familiar, he should have seen it somewhere!"

Her tone was firm, causing Shi Yunya to turn his head to look over, and this look was suddenly the same.

"I remember, I saw it at the test in the Wind Pavilion!

Old Master Jiang, you said that Gongzi Jiang wants to practice the Immortal Dao, has he ever been to the Pingliang Su family?"

The old head of the Jiang family was deeply surprised, his son heard the name of the Pingliang Su family, and only then embarked on the road of seeking immortals and asking questions.

But he didn't pass the test and turned back, and swore that he would definitely become a disciple of the Su family in the coming year.

Now that the person in front of him had actually seen his own son in the Su family, and he thought that he was also the one who cultivated immortals and asked, he suddenly felt full of hope.

"It turned out to be a few fairy friends, disrespectful and disrespectful! What the fairy friends said was good, my son did go to participate in the Su family's entrance test, and returned home because he didn't pass, preparing to go again next year. How do you know ...... now?"

His deep sigh was filled with deep helplessness.

The sky began to rain again, and the five fingers of the silence curled up gently, and the deceased umbrella appeared in his hand with spiritual light, and then propped it up on Qingge's head.

Shi Xingjian pinched the trick between his fingers and moved the corpse that was placed on the side of the road to the gate of the Jiang family.

"Master Jiang, now that Gongzi Jiang is deceased, let him be buried alive and let him be buried in peace! Even if a person dies, he should always retain the last trace of dignity. ”

The rain gradually wet the crown of the old master Jiang's hair, flowing down his broad forehead to his angular chin, dripping on the ground where the rain had been stored.

He looked at the few people in front of him and bowed deeply in return.

"Fellow immortals, Jiang has a reluctant request here. If you find the real murderer of my son one day, please come and tell Jiang that I ...... I may also inform my son that he may rest in peace. ”

He glanced back at his son lying in the door, after all, at this last moment, he couldn't hold back the pain of losing his son in his heart, and a line of tears flowed out of his slightly old eyes mixed with rain.

They politely returned the salute to the old master of Jiang, and Shi Xingjian and Shi Yunya took out oil-paper umbrellas.

If he knows about the murderer one day, he will definitely write a letter, and I will say goodbye!"

Bidding farewell to the old master of Jiang, they turned around and headed towards the inn.

Shi Yunya glanced back at the somewhat depressed back in the rain, and only felt that the father who seemed to be strong and calm at the beginning suddenly became fragile at this moment.

"Alas~ Life is really too fragile, this kind of pain from white-haired people to black-haired people, only those who have experienced it will understand!

Cultivating the Immortal asked, what about the Tribulation and Ascension? After all, he couldn't escape the chaos and turned into a handful of yellow sand or a grain of dust, and maybe there would be no afterlife!"

Qingge, who was walking in front, suddenly paused, and involuntarily raised his hand to hold the handle of the umbrella.

Shi Xingjian instantly thought of Youhuaijun who died, pulled the sleeve of Xia Shi Yunya, and looked up at Qingge's back nervously.

Seeing that she hadn't moved her steps for a long time, Shi Xingjian hurriedly stepped forward to salute.

"Uncle forgive the sin, Yun Ya is young, and he speaks out of proportion, after he goes back, the disciple will definitely be disciplined!"

He raised his head slightly and glanced at Shi Yunya, who was at a loss.

Shi Yunya received the message from his senior brother, so he hurriedly stepped forward, but was stopped by the silence when he wanted to worship.

"It's okay! you go back first, help me take care of Ah Li, and we'll be there later!"

The two looked up at Qingge, who had no words, as if they had doubts about what Silence said, but he nodded in affirmation, and bowed goodbye.

"Uncle Shi, Your Highness, the disciple will retire first!"

Waving his hand at them, the moon-white figures of the two gradually disappeared into the misty rain.

The street has long been empty, and only two people are left standing side by side in the smoke and rain pavilion, which amazes this dense world.