This blow completely subverted Su Zimo's concept of the whole world, it turned out that there were really immortals in this world, and the power of any immortal could override the great powers, not to mention the Bixia Palace behind it. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Losing his fame is nothing to Su Zimo, but he has been accompanied by 'Chasing the Wind' since he was a child, and in his eyes, 'Chasing the Wind' is no longer a horse, more like a relative.

It didn't take long for Su Zimo to come to his mansion.

This mansion is not big, it is very deserted, there are only a few rooms, and it is a gift from Su Zimo's eldest brother Su Hong when he was twelve years old.

Su Zimo held the ashes of 'Chasing the Wind', came to a peach tree in the middle of the yard, and buried it.

"Chasing the wind, this peach tree was planted by me, and you will be a companion in the future. One day, I will sprinkle the blood of that real man on your ashes!"

Su Zimo's eyes were a little bloodshot, and he stood quietly by the peach tree for a long time before slowly turning around.

Turning around, Su Zimo saw a person.

It was a woman in a blood-red robe, born extremely beautiful, not coquettish, not showy, not powdered, like a person who came out of a painting.

Su Zimo once sighed, as the ancients said, clear water comes out of hibiscus, and natural carving and decoration must be so.

has a beautiful and vulgar face, but she is wearing a red robe, which is a little mismatched, but this contrast has formed a unique temperament in her.

Two years ago, Su Zimo returned from a trip and saw the woman unconscious near the Blue Wolf Mountain Range, worried that she would be eaten by wild beasts, so he brought her back.

Not long after arriving at the mansion, the red-robed woman woke up, and she seemed to be fine, but no matter how Su Zimo asked her name and residence, she was silent.

The red-robed woman lived here for two years, and Su Zimo never drove her away.

There are no subordinates in this mansion, Su Zimo is not used to being served, and he takes care of three meals a day by himself.

In his opinion, one more person is nothing, just multiple rations.

In the past two years, every time Su Zimo made food, he took out a copy and sent it to the door of the red-robed woman, knocked on the door, and left.

The red-robed woman rarely showed up, Su Zimo had never seen her out of the mansion, and the conversation between the two did not even exceed five sentences.

Not to mention the people in Pingyang Town, no one in Su Mansion knew about her existence.

The woman's name is Dieyue, she has a withdrawn temperament and few words, and Su Zimo's understanding of her is limited to this.

Su Zimo didn't know when Dieyue was standing behind him, but today, Dieyue's eyes looked at him a little strangely and indescribable.

Su Zimo nodded at her and walked back to the room.

After two years of contact, this kind of greeting method has long been accustomed to the two parties, and Su Zimo knows that he is talking, and Dieyue will not pay attention to it.

Su Zimo closed the door tightly, and took out a sharp knife about a foot long from the corner, which was rusty and useless for a long time.

Su Zimo fumbled for a long time, found another whetstone, sprinkled some water, his face was gloomy, his eyes were cold, and he sharpened the knife one by one.

It didn't take long for Su Zimo to seem to remember something, pushed the door out, looked at Dieyue in the courtyard and said, "Butterfly girl, you rest early today, no matter what sound you hear at night, you must not go out of the room." ”

Dieyue was noncommittal, her expression indifferent.

For some reason, a strange thought suddenly appeared in Su Zimo's heart.

If you talk about temperament and realm, the butterfly moon in front of you is more like an immortal, floating out of the dust, indifferent to everything, how can a real immortal be angry and hurt people because of a mortal's kneeling or not kneeling?

Of course, this thought flashed through him, and Su Zimo didn't take it to heart.

Su Zimo took out a jar of wine from the cellar in the courtyard, patted open the mud seal, and deliberately spilled some spirits along the way, which led to his room.

When he came to the door, Su Zimo let go of his hand, the wine jar fell and shattered, and the wine splashed everywhere, exuding a strong atmosphere.

Dieyue watched the whole process in her eyes, and a smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.

Su Zimo walked into the room, the door was not closed, and it was hidden.

Coming to the corner, Su Zimo continued to sharpen his knife.

Tonight, destined to be restless.

Su Zimo is waiting.

Wait for someone......

......

At night, the moon is dark and the wind is high.

A sneaky figure slipped along the high wall into Su Zimo's mansion.

When he landed, the movement was slightly louder, and the black shadow hurriedly rushed to the corner, and his skills were also agile.

After half a ring, the courtyard was quiet, and there was no abnormality, and the black shadow stood up, and took out a dagger with a cold light from his waist with his backhand.

Through the cold light of the dagger, it can be vaguely identified that this person is Zhou Dingyun who entered the immortal gate with Shen Mengqi!

Zhou Dingyun is a master who must be repaid, originally, he was still a little jealous of the Su family and Su Zimo's fame.

Now that Su Zimo has become a pariah, but he worships in the immortal gate and soars into the sky, how can he easily spare Su Zimo?

What's more, as long as Su Zimo is killed unknowingly tonight, he will leave Pingyang Town with Canglang Zhenren tomorrow.

Even if the Su family reacted, they didn't dare to come to the door, otherwise the real people of Canglang would be angry and it would be a disaster to wipe out the clan.

Zhou Dingyun doesn't have any martial arts, but he is physically strong, and he thinks that it is not a problem to deal with a weak scholar.

After walking a few steps cautiously, Zhou Dingyun smelled a faint aroma of wine, and with a sweep of his eyes, he saw a broken wine jar at the door of the room.

"Hey, hey. Zhou Dingyun put his mind at ease and said with a cruel smile: "In the end, I haven't experienced the wind and waves, and I still play the trick of borrowing wine to drown my sorrows, and now I'm afraid I'm drunk." That's right, Lao Tzu will pick off your hands and tendons, and then slowly torture you!"

Zhou Dingyun swaggered to the door of the room, saw that the door was hidden, and looked inside through the crack in the door, only to see that there seemed to be a person lying on the bed, but the light was faint and he couldn't see it really.

Zhou Dingyun didn't think much about it, his face was hideous, he pushed the door open, and then dodged in.

The smell of alcohol in the room was heavier, Zhou Dingyun frowned, and lightly touched the side of the bed.

At the moment when Zhou Dingyun came to the bedside, a shadow quietly walked out from behind the door, like a ghost.

Suddenly!

A cold light flashed in the darkness, and before he could react, Zhou Dingyun felt a slight chill on his neck, a faint tingling pain, and a cold voice sounded in his ears.

"Move, and I'll kill you!"

Suddenly, a cold air rose from Zhou Dingyun's back, and the hairs on his body stood up.

Even if he has thousands of catties of strength in his body, Zhou Dingyun can't use half a point.

He knew very well that what was hanging over his neck now was definitely a sharp weapon, at least it could easily pierce his throat.

"You, you, who are you?"

Zhou Dingyun panicked, he felt as if his throat had been punctured, and the warm liquid was sliding down his neck and into his chest.

It's a horrible feeling!

It's like life force is passing little by little, but there is nothing he can do.

Caught off guard, Zhou Dingyun felt that his hair was suddenly forcibly pulled up and pulled back violently!

There was a tearing pain in the scalp, and it was almost pulled off!

"Ahh

Zhou Dingyun snorted in pain.

Under the stimulation of this severe pain and the threat of death with a sharp blade, Zhou Dingyun's legs weakened, plopped, and fell to his knees.

Zhou Dingyun had never felt that death was so close to him.

"Look at who I am. The voice behind him sounded again, cold and gloomy, like a desperate ghost in the underworld.

Zhou Dingyun maintained a strange posture, tilted his head back, and tried to open his eyes wide and look up.

This look scared Zhou Dingyun to death.

In the darkness, Su Zimo's face was gloomy, with a sinister eyebrow, where was there still a little bit of the scholar's rudeness, those eyes were frighteningly bright, and his eyes seemed to be sharper than the sharp knife in his hand!

At this moment, Zhou Dingyun truly felt Su Zimo's killing intent and determination.

"Oh no! Su Zimo lost his fame and became a pariah, he really wanted to kill me. ”

"No, I'm going to worship in the fairy gate, I can't die!"

In a flash of light, Zhou Dingyun's heart turned around with a thousand thoughts, and finally all of them turned into a strong desire to survive.

Zhou Dingyun said in a trembling voice: "You, you can't kill me, the real person knows, you, you can't escape death......"

"Huh. ”

Su Zimo said with a smile: "I'm a cheap life now, and I'm about to pull someone to accompany the funeral, it's really unfortunate, you bumped into it yourself, then don't blame me." ”

Su Zimo's smile in the dark fell in Zhou Dingyun's eyes, which looked particularly terrifying.

That plain tone made Zhou Dingyun even more afraid.

"Crazy, Su Zimo is crazy!"

Before this thought fell, Zhou Dingyun felt the sharp knife in his throat move again.

A tingling pain came, and Zhou Dingyun's spirit collapsed instantly.

"Su, Second Prince Su, please, spare my dog's life, I will never do evil again in the future. ”

"Second son Su, I, Zhou Dingyun, swear to the sky that if I am lucky enough to enter the Immortal Gate in the future, I will never come to take revenge on you, otherwise I will be killed by an arrow through my heart. ”

Su Zimo didn't say a word, just squinted his eyes and stared at Zhou Dingyun faintly.

This silence made Zhou Dingyun even more panicked.

Zhou Dingyun couldn't figure out Su Zimo's mind at all.

I don't know how long it took, when Zhou Dingyun was almost desperate, he suddenly felt that his scalp was loosened, and the sharp knife on his neck slowly moved away.

". ”

Su Zimo said coldly.

These two words are like fairy sounds, Zhou Dingyun is like being amnestied, and he crawls out of the room.

Zhou Dingyun's palms covered the wound on his neck, and he ran to the yard, gasping for breath.

After escaping death, Zhou Dingyun gritted his teeth, and evil thoughts arose again in his heart.

"Su Zimo is a scholar after all, but he has taken the lead, how capable can he be?"

Zhou Dingyun's eyes showed a fierce light, and he couldn't help but look back.

I saw Su Zimo standing at the door, wearing a green shirt, carrying a ruler-long sharp knife in his right hand, his eyes were cold, and the whole person seemed to be a devouring tiger, full of murderous aura!

There was a slight mockery in his eyes, and he seemed to have seen through Zhou Dingyun's thoughts.

Zhou Dingyun's evil thoughts that had just risen disappeared in an instant.

Zhou Dingyun didn't know how deep the wound on his neck was, and he didn't know if Su Zimo still had a back hand, no matter what, he didn't want to take any more risks.

"It is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge. ”

Zhou Dingyun thought so, and fled here in a hurry.