Yun Fan concluded that Qin Mengyao would inevitably make some moves next, so the next step was to wait for her to take the initiative to take them to find the hiding place of the white ink painting.

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At this time, not far from here, in a dark room in the Red River Valley. Ye Ruyan silently stared at a white figure a few feet in front of her, silently silent, for some reason, in this situation, there was no trace of fear in her heart. And in the beautiful eyes, there are more doubts and incomprehensions.

Obviously, Ye Ruyan knew that she was caught here by the mysterious person in front of her. At this moment, she was sitting on the ground with her hands tied, her back against the pillar.

And the one who can catch her so easily is naturally the so-called "mountain demon" in people's mouths.

Judging by his slender figure alone, this should be a man. He was facing away from her, so that Ye Ruyan couldn't see his appearance clearly.

The mysterious man stood there quietly, like a weathered fossil, and in the short silence, a faint sense of depression arose from the bottom of Ye Ruyan's heart, and it became thicker and thicker, until she was suppressed to the point that it was almost impossible to breathe, and her chest was like a heavy iron plate.

The mysterious man held the flute in both hands and played it slowly, and a note blew softly, very lightly, as lightly as a breeze blowing. However, it was this light note that clearly entered Ye Ruyan's ears, and in her heart, her whole world became quiet at this moment, and there was no trace of noise, only the aftersound of that note lingered in her ears, and it never dispersed for a long time.

It was another short, slight note, and she felt a slight knock inside herself, a slight tremor in the silence.

The rhythm of the notes finally began to slowly quicken, and so did her inner trembling, until the notes finally joined together and merged into a poignant and heartbreaking movement.

Infected by this flute full of sad atmosphere, Ye Ruyan suddenly thought of her miserable fate, and the sadness in her heart could not be stopped......

The flute sounded for more than half a minute, and at this time the final note sounded. When the flute left his lips, a deep sadness flashed in the mysterious man's eyes, but it was fleeting, and because he was facing away from Ye Ruyan, Ye Ruyan didn't see it.

If this person can play such a poignant and sad tune, then he must have a sad past. Ye Ruyan thought secretly in her heart.

Before Ye Ruyan could come to her senses, the mysterious man's voice full of vicissitudes slowly sounded:

"Last year, in this door today, the peach blossoms on the human face were red, and the human face did not know where to go......" Thinking of this, he suddenly stopped, and one hand suddenly slowly raised, gently stroking half of his cheek, and after a while, he continued to read softly: "The peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze." ”

"This person has extremely high martial arts, and he is a scholar, could it be ......" Ye Ruyan's body moved forward suddenly, a flash of surprise flashed in her eyes, and she asked loudly: "You are the white ink painting predecessor of the Xiuwen Pavilion?!"

"Shut up!"

Ye Ruyan: "!!" (at first glance, I couldn't help but be shocked when I saw a person wearing a mask)

When the mysterious man heard this, he suddenly turned his head, and his eyes glared at Ye Ruyan fiercely: "The white ink painting is dead! ”

After speaking, he stepped forward, walked up to Ye Ruyan, and asked in a deep voice: "Let me ask you, why do you want to get married?

"Why do you ask that?" Ye Ruyan was very puzzled.

"Answer me!" mysterious man, oh no! At this moment, the silver flute in his hand suddenly raised and pointed directly at Ye Ruyan.

From the temptation just now, Ye Ruyan was 100% sure in her heart that the man with the mask in front of her was what they were looking for, and he was once a master of the righteous path - white ink painting.

"I'm not really married today. Ye Ruyan said lightly.

The white ink painting took a slight step forward, and the silver flute in his hand pressed against Ye Ruyan's jade neck: "Despicable! Since you don't want to get married, why do you want to agree to the marriage?" As he spoke, his eyes faintly revealed endless cold killing intent. The other half of his cheeks are becoming more and more distorted and hideous.

For his threatening words and murderous eyes, Ye Ruyan was stunned, and her beautiful eyes were unwavering, and she looked at it indifferently: "Because I want to lead you out and see your true face of Lushan." ”

"Don't think that just because I say that, I'm going to believe you. The strength in Bai Mohua's hand increased, his eyes turned sideways, and a trace of sadness suddenly flashed in his eyes: "You women are the best at lying, especially women who are a little beautiful, the more beautiful women are, the more they are full of lies, and they are full of lies! ”

The strength of the silver flute in the white ink painting hand increased, and then, Ye Ruyan's beautiful eyes flickered with a touch of pain, but she was as strong as her, and she didn't say a word. Still puzzled, he asked, "You are obviously the eldest disciple of the Xiuwen Pavilion, and your future is limitless." Why do you want to arrest these brides here and disturb the peace of the people!"

"Shut up!"

Bai Mohua scolded angrily, turned his eyes slightly, looked at Ye Ruyan and said, "You are a ruthless person. Since you don't really want to marry, you will be punished as you deserve. Come with me!"

After speaking, Bai Mohua suddenly reached out and clasped Ye Ruyan's jade arm and pulled her through.

At this time, the white ink painting then pulled her to a secret room underground.

As soon as she entered here, Ye Ruyan saw at a glance the brides who had been caught by Bai Mohua before, all of whom were just like her, wearing red wedding dresses and waiting to get married.

When the arrested civilian women saw the arrival of the demon of white ink painting, the pear blossoms brought rain, and there were tears in their eyes, and they knelt down and begged for mercy: "Big brother, please, let us go!"

"It's useless for you to imprison us. ”

"Please, let us go!"

............

"......" Ye Ruyan's eyes stared at the white ink painting tightly, silent.

Bai Mohua looked at them coldly and said, "If you want me to let you go, it's okay." Immediately, with his back to the brides, he paced slowly, and continued: "You must first answer me a few questions honestly, what is your reason for marrying, why do you want to marry, and do you really love your husband?"

"Yes!" said one of the women.

Before she could finish speaking, she heard another woman speak first, perhaps because she wanted to go home too much, or perhaps because she was extremely afraid, her voice suddenly overshadowed the voice of the woman before her.

"This is all the order of the parents, the words of the matchmaker!"

Hearing this, Bai Mohua suddenly turned around and said sharply: "In this way, it is forced. You don't like your husband at all!"

All the women said, "No!"

"Men should get married, and women should get married. ”

"yes!"

Bai Mo said: "Then it's not true love!"

A woman shook her head again and again, "We really love each other." My husband and I have a good relationship!"

When the white ink painting heard this, his tone gradually eased, and his voice softened: "Okay, then prove it to me." ”

When the woman heard about the play, she continued: "My marriage to him is the best proof of this." ”

Bai Mohua slowly looked sideways and said softly: "Marrying a person can have many purposes, it can be to love him, it can be to hate him, it can be to repay kindness, or it can be revenge. Why do you believe that you marry him and really love him?"

Bai Mo painted this question, as if he was asking them, and also seemed to ask himself again.

From beginning to end, Ye Ruyan carefully observed the white ink painting on the side. Based on Shicai's words, she could completely conclude that something major had happened to Bai Mohua, and that this matter must have nothing to do with the woman he loved.

All in all, in a word, he must have been hurt by love, and by the woman he loved deeply. So much so that today, he hates women, especially the bride who is about to be married.

"We really can't think of an answer. ”

One of the women pointed to herself and said, "Either way, I'll marry you." Can you let them go first?!"

"Marry me!" the white ink painting's voice suddenly sank.

"Hahaha!" he laughed out loud, and there was a cold mockery in his laughter: "You married me without even seeing my appearance?"

"Hahaha!" Bai Mohua laughed again, and then reached out and removed half of the mask from his left cheek. Turning around, he walked towards the women.

"Ah......h

Not to mention them, even when Ye Ruyan saw the appearance of the white ink painting at this time, she couldn't help but be a little shocked, and her face turned pale. I'm afraid that even when a man first sees him like this, he will probably be surprised.

It turned out that the reason why he had been wearing a mask was because his left cheek had rotted out of shape, and a lump of rotten flesh grew on his face, concave in the east and convex in the west, which made people disgusting to look at, and his appearance was obviously ruined. That's when he showed people in masks.

"How about it, do you see clearly? are you still married?!"

Bai Mohua continued: "When you turn your head and want to marry someone else, a woman like you is simply a water-based poplar!"

He suddenly stepped forward, stretched out his palm sharply, and pinched the pink neck of the woman he had just said he was going to marry, holding her body and slamming it against the wall behind him.

"Say, have you ever loved your husband sincerely? "The white ink painting is blood-stained, and the face is even more terrifying.

The five fingers locked around her neck were like iron pincers, and the rapid breathing beat on her face like flames. The woman's face was twisted in pain, she was constantly snorting in pain, her body was constantly struggling in pain, and her little hands were constantly hammering the hand that was locked in the white ink painting around her neck, but unfortunately to no avail. She is an ordinary woman who has no power to restrain chickens, how can she be the opponent of a powerful man in the prime of life, not to mention that this man also has extraordinary martial arts.

"Say... Speak quickly!" the five fingers of the white ink painting tightened suddenly.

Seeing that an innocent woman was about to die under the clutches of the white ink painting, Ye Ruyan finally couldn't stand it anymore.

Although her hands are tied, her feet are free. I saw that her pupils contracted suddenly, a cold light appeared in her eyes, and she had internal strength, seeing such an injustice, of course she wanted to take action!