Tong Ziyi's body shook violently.

"But ......"

"Enough! He's from Liuwu, he's going to be fine!"

Chen Yixin couldn't see that Tong Ziyi had been looking for death and life there, and he was depressed, so he suddenly shouted unconsciously.

But Chen Yixin suddenly spoke, making the three of them silent together, and a strange aura spread inexplicably.

Tong Ziyi's eyes widened, full of devastation, staring at Chen Yixin as if he was stupid, but after a long time, he suddenly broke free of him, staggered, fortunately he was supported by the wind cliff, and pointed at him with all his strength: "It's you?"

Tong Ziyi trembled violently, she couldn't believe it, and she didn't want to believe it.

"Chen Yixin, do you know what you're talking about?"

Wind Cliff didn't understand why they had suddenly fallen into this strange atmosphere.

Chen Yixin also unexpectedly fell silent, making Feng Ya suspicious.

"You poisoned it?"

Tong Ziyi didn't wait for Chen Yixin to respond, took a step forward and grabbed his collar, and shouted angrily: "I'm asking you! Is the person who poisoned you? Answer me!"

Tong Ziyi's face was mixed with tears and blood stains, the roots of hair stuck to his face, and the wounds of all sizes looked very terrifying, like resentful spirits who came to lock his soul.

Feng Ya also began to recall Liu Wu's words just now in his mind, and then looked at Chen Yixin in shock.

"Yes!"

Chen Yixin finally shouted out regardless of it.

"That's right! it's me!" Chen Yixin covered his face, tears streaming from between his fingers.

Chen Yixin's remorse and distress are by no means less bitter than theirs.

"Why?!Why are we sorry for you?!There are also your own disciples!And the disciples who worship you so much!What did they do wrong?!"

Tong Ziyi's hand holding his collar worked harder, and tears were already rolling down tirelessly.

"I know, but what can I do?!What can I do?"

Chen Yixin let her pull it, looking very painful.

Tong Ziyi frowned and said, "What can you do?

"I didn't know that Liu Wu would suddenly appear!

Wind Cliff and Tong Ziyi were stunned at the same time.

Bells?

"What does this have to do with Zhong Ci?"

Chen Yixin suddenly stared at Tong Ziyi and smiled: "You don't really naively think that the ink altar has come to the point where it is today, and it can be planned by just one Liu Chengying, right?"

Tong Ziyi, you don't know what Zhong Ci's identity is, and you dare to make a private agreement with him for life?!"

Chen Yixin's words shouted out in a frenzy at this time made Tong Ziyi unable to understand, and desperately shook his head to deny it.

"What the hell are you talking about?!"

"Tong Ziyi, do you really don't understand or fake don't understand?

Zhong Ci is the person who holds the beggar gang in the palm of his hand, do you think he will be completely ignorant of Liu Wu's affairs?

You are the daughter of Qing Ye and Tong Qianmo, they paved the road for you steadily, where have you experienced our duckweed-like life?!"

Feng Ya also scolded at this time: "Chen Yixin, do you know what Tong Ziyi has suffered all these years? She hasn't asked the palace sect since she was ten years old, who has protected her? Why are you embarrassed to bite back now?!"

"So you guys are all fools when you ask the palace sect!"

"Chen Yixin!"

"Tong Ziyi, you have always been the happiest one, Zhong Ci protects you, Nangong Liuxi protects you, if you want to hate, you should hate the one who covers the sky with one hand, the royal family that you want in your mouth.

Tong Ziyi, think about it, in between, what role did the Nangong family, the Qing family, the Tong family, the Tian family, and the Liu family play? ”

Chen Yixin spat out blood violently after speaking, and his body fell straight to the ground, although Tong Ziyi and Fengya were angry, they hurriedly stepped forward to help him up.

Touching Chen Yixin's back, they realized that when they pushed the two of them away just now, Chen Yixin had already been hit by the sword qi, and at this time it was already drenched in blood and stained his clothes red.

"Chen Yixin......" Tong Ziyi couldn't bear to say. "What are you doing here......

"Tong Ziyi, I should have exterminated you with Liu Wu, but as you said, I softened my heart during this time of getting along, I don't think those young men should be like this......

So I thought it was just one Liu Chengying, and it would be more than enough to let you go, but I didn't expect Liu Wu to come......"

"Enough, you're already very weak, I'll go find my uncle, he has a way!" Tong Ziyi grabbed Chen Yixin, not wanting him to continue to talk more, casting a spell to protect his heart, and Fengya was also sentimental when he heard it.

Chen Yixin interrupted Tong Ziyi's spell casting, and continued with a strong breath: "Don't waste your cultivation anymore, you are only the end of the strong crossbow now...... It won't save me at all......

Hear me out......

The beggars' magic circle is not something that ordinary people can solve......

Tong Ziyi, no one in this world can hurt Zhong Ci, his cultivation is not what you can imagine......

His identity...... I'm just speculating at the moment......

Liu Wu didn't dare to hurt his ......

But Tong Ziyi, I'm afraid that Zhong Ci is ...... with Liu Wu all the way."

"You poisoned him just by guessing?!" Tong Ziyi felt anger rise again.

"Tong Ziyi, you believe him, but I don't believe it...... Once he is on Liu Wu's side, even the teachers will not be able to stop him......! Tong Ziyi, I'll tell you, just to let you know, if you ...... in the future You'll still have a chance to meet him, and he hasn't betrayed the ink world...... You are in the moon...... There is a detoxification ...... Target...... Approach ......"

Chen Yixin forced himself to finish speaking, and then fell into their arms and died.

Tong Ziyi closed her eyes in despair, she glanced at Feng Ya, and together carried Chen Yixin's body to the pothole, and buried it with the dead wood and leaves around it.

Tong Ziyi said softly: "When the matter is over, I will ...... you Hide with the boys. ”

The wind is all around, as if the clouds and smoke are like yesterday, the bells are ringing, and the noise is shouting, if time does not change, can she really keep the dissipated figure.

Scene after scene, sound after voice.

"Then I hide you, and you rejoice. ”

"Where do you want to go in the future. ”

"Okay, I got it. ”

It's a promise from Zhong Ci.

"Xiaoyu, usually you are already better than us when you make secret weapons, at this time, you have to let a few of our senior brothers show off, right?"

It's the tenderness of a few boys.

The clamor constantly filled her ears, echoing melodiously and the words were clear.

"Disciple of Motan, why not be afraid of life and death. ”

Finally, the voice lingered as they knelt down to say goodbye.

The sound of the wind took away the last echo in her ears, but it completely buried the pain in her heart.

The familiar winding mountain road in front of you, the winding paths are secluded, and the strange flowers and plants are in full bloom, and they are scattered.

Dusk came so quickly, the clouds had not yet dispersed, this place was familiar to her, but it was so strange, she had only been to the ink altar for just over a year, and she could no longer get used to the sound of the wind swaying on this lonely mountain cliff.

She began to be greedy.

Thoughts spread wildly, she thought so much, like looking at the bamboo forest, looking at Kyoto, looking at the group of people who chew words and care.

The sound of the bell vaguely seemed to be near and far, disturbing her for half of her life, the bamboo shadow swayed, half cloudy and half sunny, bustling and bustling.

The teenagers smiled and said goodbye, and if they said goodbye, they would never see each other.

Tong Ziyi cried silently, she was afraid of disturbing the group of heartless teenagers.

"You must, without looking back, go to heaven and live a life without any more pain. ”

Tong Ziyi clenched his fists tightly, and his voice was extremely gentle.

She and Wind Cliff looked into the blurred distance, their eyes did not intersect, but their thoughts were exactly the same.

Wind Cliff walked up to her and took her hand, and the two of them walked side by side on the steep mountain path without words.

Yueyimen is located in the deep mountains, surrounded by several rugged cliffs, almost no one can break into, and the poison raised by the Qing family is famous far and wide, so no one dares to come to this place where they fall into the abyss if they are not careful.

"It doesn't seem like the way into the mountains. ”

"Let's go find the seventh of the month. ”

Feng Ya pondered for a moment and stopped her: "I think it's more important to find the Qingzhi Monarch Sect Master first!

Tong Ziyi was stunned, staring straight at the road ahead, not stopping a step.

"Tong Ziyi!" Feng Ya also shouted in annoyance when he saw her like this.

"I'm going to protect those girls...... That's the girl they're going to protect!"

Tong Ziyi's tears that had just been restrained poured out again, and she touched it randomly, but she couldn't stop the gap in her heart.

"Wind Cliff, will you let me go......"

Tong Ziyi's almost begging tone made Feng Ya's eyes seem to be stained with pain.

"Don't ......"

Wind Cliff shook his head, the emotion in his eyes was dense and soft.

"You're the girl we want to protect. ”

The sound of the wind cliff is not loud in the night, but it can penetrate people's hearts.

Tong Ziyi finally couldn't hold on anymore, bent down and curled up in a circle, crying silently, the heart-rending cry could no longer be suppressed, the pain infected the whole mountain, the rough and cold mountain seemed to be accompanied by the sound of the bleak wind at this time, desperately circling this earth-shattering bitterness, circulating thousands of thoughts.

But how do she have to face it, face the fact that she is weak and incompetent.

The man who had lifted her out of the quagmire was gone.

"Why is it still embarrassing?"

Qing Zhijun stood there, obviously a handsome boy dressed but born like a demon.

There was a faint fragrance of herbs on his body, his posture was wanton, his hair was allowed to flutter wantonly, and his thin cyan robe flew with it, and he still looked like a hanger who didn't care about the world.

Qing Zhijun's appearance is unparalleled by no one, as if it is the perfect facial features carved by God a long time ago, and it is already good without any rhetoric, his tall figure is undoubtedly revealed in the intertwined shadows of the trees, and his face becomes clear as he gets closer.

Wind Cliff was almost stunned, and a man ...... It's so enchanting.

Qing Zhijun's inky blue eyes appeared in the last glimmer of light in the valley, staring at the two of them as if they were about to suck the souls away.

He pursed his lips and smiled slightly, surpassing all the good things in the world.

Feng Ya suddenly felt that what Tong Qianmo was? What kind of resignation? What is the seventh day of the month? Where can he compare with the demon in front of him, his beauty can't be reduced to the world at all.

Tong Ziyi had long been accustomed to Qing Zhijun's appearance, so she just crawled over and cried.

"Uncle, uncle, save them, please!"