Zhong Ci was not suspicious, and smiled perfunctorily: "Yes, yes, yes......"

Tong Ziyi and the three of them stood in place and were fighting, Jiang Hua silently walked over and asked, "Do you have any news?"

Zhong Ci said respectfully: "The thieves under the mountain have all been ambushed, and only one Gu Master is still in the Scripture Pavilion. ”

Jiang Hua nodded silently, but he didn't show anything, just looked at Nangong Yu with heavy eyes.

Nangong Yu's expression was a tiredness that Tong Ziyi had never seen before.

Nangong Chen grew up with him since he was a child, and he was forgiven by Nangong Yu one by one for so many disasters, and his feelings must be extraordinary.

Everyone fell into an inexplicable sadness.

"Let's go, let's see. ”

Nangong Yu looked at the sky that had begun to appear white, and said in a deep voice.

Several people followed down the mountain.

Unexpectedly, when I arrived at the Scripture Pavilion, I pushed the door in, but what I saw was Wang Jia's corpse.

"How can this be?" Tong Ziyi covered her mouth and unconsciously retreated.

There was too much blood to see today, Tong Ziyi ran to the corner and retched, she really didn't expect that there would be such tragedies one after another.

Zhong Ci chased her out and patted her back worriedly, and said softly: "It's okay, it's okay." ”

Tong Ziyi held Zhong Ci's arm, his body trembled a little, he couldn't hold back his nausea, his eyes looked at Zhong Ci brightly, and his face was pale.

Zhong Ci couldn't bear to say in his heart: "In the martial arts, you will encounter this kind of thing a lot in the future, you have to learn to endure it, this is a new lesson I gave you, bear it." ”

Tong Ziyi's pale face frowned, and then nodded.

Nangong Chen's death is also very strange, there is too much information today, and there are many doubts but there is no way to verify.

After that day, Nangong Yu ordered people to quickly deal with Chicheng Temple, and soon the ink altar returned to normal, and everyone kept silent about the events of that day.

But the atmosphere in the ink altar is not as good as before, and even the always cheerful Tong Ziyi talks a lot less.

Many students also stopped talking to her because of Tong Ziyi's hiding of her identity, and she didn't take the initiative to talk like before, and the lively place in the school was transferred to Hualing.

Hua Ling is the daughter of the palace teacher, she is beautiful, and there will always be people who will hug the ground to stammer.

What made everyone feel the most incredible was Nangong Liuxi's attitude, and even gave her the white wooden fan he cherished.

Nangong Liuxi treated Hua Ling completely differently, and each of them ridiculed and mocked, as if they had some deep hatred.

Zhong Ci is also becoming quieter and quieter, and is no longer as cynical as before.

Wind Cliff also often comes to listen to classes, and Hua Ling always surrounds him, and the two are a recognized pair in the school.

can also be regarded as a talented woman.

At least Tong Ziyi has always thought so.

Yue Qi also stayed with Tong Ziyi and them to practice.

The Motan students were then divided into two groups, Tong Ziyi, Nangong Liuxi, Zhong Ci, and Yue Qiyi teams, and Tongfeng Cliff and Hua Ling teams.

Jiang Hua was the first to discover this strange situation, and all kinds of examples, discussions, and reprimands in the classroom were ineffective, and in the end it was still ineffective.

Zhong Ci began to teach Tong Ziyi how to practice the white wooden fan, Tong Ziyi was really a genius, and under the teaching of Nangong, he was much more sophisticated than the disciples of the inner courtyard of Xuquan Valley.

Nangong Liuxi also shook her new fan and smiled: "You're not a pure little waste." ”

Tong Ziyi still called herself a little waste when she heard her, but she didn't resist as much as before.

Zhong Ci frowned and caught a glimpse of her fan, carved from white jade, inlaid with fragments of white diamonds, delicately cast in front of the fan with a sharp blade of pure gold, covered with jadeite, this fan shines more than white wooden fan.

"Tut-tut, the Nangong family is really generous, and they actually use these high-quality materials. Zhong Ci looked disdainful.

Nangong Liuxi frowned at him and said, "That's not it, I still have a warehouse in my house, but ...... I am indeed unique in the world, this is not ordinary white jade, this is the mutton fat white jade in Hetian jade, jade is also the best glass species, presumably you from the beggar gang, you don't know~"

"Poof. Tong Ziyi looked at Nangong's contrived appearance and accidentally laughed.

"Ouch. ”

So it was no surprise that he was knocked on the head by Zhong Ci.

Not to be outdone, Zhong Ci returned: "So what? Our beggar gang disdains you outsiders, so you don't need magic weapons!"

"If you are poor, you will be poor, and there will be a lot of excuses. ”

"I'm so grumpy, I'm going to beat you up today!"

Zhong Ci rushed to Nangong Liuxi, and Tong Ziyi was used to seeing them fighting, and he consciously let it aside.

The bamboo forest is evergreen all year round, and the season is blurred lushly, and the fallen leaves are flying down one after another, gradually blending in with the withered yellow fallen leaves.

"Autumn is coming to an end. ”

Tong Ziyi looked at the sky and said lightly.