Since the battle of sealing the white surrender a hundred years ago, the vitality of the four families has been greatly damaged, so to this day, the tradition of each young master can take charge of various affairs as long as he is at least fifteen years old.

This is one of the few incidents that alarmed the head of the house, and when Ye Suolan arrived with Ye Wanchi, Qin Shuangye was sitting in the small courtyard belonging to her and Bai Zhi. The air was filled with an inexplicable stench, mixed with the scent of gardenias in the courtyard, and everything became eerie.

Qin Shuangye was distracted for a moment when she saw Ye Suolan, she thought that Ye Yingbo walked in from outside the courtyard, those two faces were so similar, but he was not the one who told her bedtime stories in the tide of Penglai Island.

"Boss. Qin Shuangye stood in front of a red maple tree and saluted Ye Suolan, and then didn't make any moves, just waiting for the other party to speak.

Ye Suolan didn't say much, the middle-aged man who always looked kind in the past frowned rarely. He walked up to Qin Shuangye, and without warning, he covered a talisman seal on her birthmark, and Ye Wanchi followed to drive a Gu worm to sneak into Qin Shuangye's body from under the talisman seal.

The strange feeling of something wandering around under the skin made Qin Shuangye couldn't help but want to pick it out, but Ye Wanchi firmly locked her wrist, and where the small Gu worm passed was a protrusion, it ran around Qin Shuangye's body, and finally crawled out of the birthmark.

The Gu worm, which was originally brown and yellow, had already been dyed dark red when it reappeared, and it returned to the wooden box in Ye Wanchi's hand with that unpleasant rancid smell, and after struggling for a while, it didn't move again.

Qin Shuangye took the opportunity to withdraw his hand and said nonchalantly: "Don't probe, Da Zhengyue's caution is unlucky." ”

Just as a gust of wind blew, the red maples in the courtyard were blown rustling, and those swaying red leaves reflected in Ye Suolan's eyes, which reminded him of a lot of past events, he actually knew that the sacrificial array could not be solved, but he wanted to delay some time for the girl in front of him anyway, after all, it was his brother Ye Yingbo's most beloved child.

Thinking of this, Ye Suolan smiled inexplicably, he looked at Qin Shuangye's eyes and said, "My brother and I grew up together in the Ye family's main mansion, where there are golden ginkgo biloba everywhere, and everyone feels extremely luxurious. My brother told me that he prefers maple leaves, turning the dying autumn into a warm and magnificent red maple. ”

As he spoke, he removed the talisman seal under Qin Shuangye's right eye, and continued gently: "Later, my brother wrote me a letter, and the letter said that Xu is really fateful, he picked up a baby girl under a frosted red maple, so he named her, Frost Leaf. ”

"I miss Daddy, really, very, very much about him. Qin Shuangye's tears surged out in an instant, mixed with the blood at the birthmark, and merged into a little on the emaciated chin, and they fell to the ground one by one, and soon smashed out a circle of marks with the smell of blood.

Xie Boyu outside the courtyard leaned on the corner, he didn't mean to eavesdrop, in fact, he came with Ye Suolan, but thinking about it, he was helpless, so he stayed outside the hospital.

The whimpering sound in the wall clearly came into Xie Boyu's ears, he straightened up and walked into the distance as if he couldn't bear to hear more, and finally looked back at the small courtyard built on the cliff, the bright red maple leaves poked out from the other end of the courtyard wall, and the night wind blew them away, occasionally one or two fell at Xie Boyu's feet, indescribable withering.

He bent down to pick up one of them, took it in his hand and turned it around, and then sighed softly: "A trip to the world is too bitter after all. ”

Ye Suolan knew that Qin Shuangye had no intention of staying longer, so he no longer forced her, but just handed her a talisman seal infused with his own cultivation: "You should have other people you want to see, just use it to buy a little more time." Ye Suolan put the talisman seal into Qin Shuangye's hand, as if he wanted to say something more, but in the end, he only sighed and turned around and walked towards the courtyard gate.

Ye Wanchi stood in place full of worry and called Daddy, trying to call Ye Suolan back and think of a way, but the title of those two words was extremely lonely when she heard Qin Shuangye's ears, she put away the talisman seal, and then raised her hand to Ye Wanchi and said, "Senior sister, let's go." I want to wait for Angelica to come. ”

In front of the Taiji Hall, Jiang Xingge knelt motionless on the hard and cold stone bricks, and did not raise his head until he heard two footsteps gradually approaching.

It was rare for the man in a dark ginkgo shirt not to bring the whisk, he stood in front of the hall and asked sharply, "Who taught her the secret techniques of the Jiang clan?" The voice was so loud that Ye Wanchi, who was standing behind him, was frightened, but he couldn't get the slightest response from Jiang Xingge. He just knelt quietly in place, looking forward without any waves in his eyes.

Jiang Xingge originally wanted to say the word Yan Yin directly, but when the words came to his mouth, he was swallowed raw. He suddenly had an idea inexplicably, he wanted Jiang Xingque to answer this question, and wanted to see what choice she would make now, so he knelt without saying a word, full of expectations, expecting Jiang Xingque to give up the person who was once called Jiang Xingyin.

The bleak moonlight sprinkled the path leading to the snow and bamboo forest, and Jiang Xingque did not go back to Yujing Peak directly after informing Bai Zhi, but stopped all the way to Nonjian Peak. There was a faint light in the window of the bamboo house, and the small window was supported by a bamboo stick, and it happened that Yan Yin could be seen smiling and watching her coming.

Just walked into the courtyard, Yan Yin pushed open the bamboo door and came to the porch, he didn't seem to want Jiang Xingque to enter the house, so the girl in the courtyard stopped interestingly.

"Brother, did you teach Qin Shuangye the Sacrificial Array?" her expression was rarely resolute, as if as long as Yan Yin admitted that she would enforce the law impartially.

Yan Yin didn't have a trace of remorse when he saw her appearance, and he smiled sarcastically: "It's just a human life, why bother." The candlelight in the room shrouded him faintly, and with that lofty tone, it made him look like a god.

"Murder is a matter of life. Jiang Xingque replied in a deep voice.

"Jiang Xingque, you are really funny, using your status as the young master of the Jiang clan to tell me this? Do you know that these used to belong to me and Ah Song! He lost his life for the illusory word responsibility, and as a result? The Jiang family found a son of the last family to replace him. ”

The man under the corridor roared at Jiang Xingque in the wind and snow, he was only wearing a shirt, stepping on the bricks and stones barefoot, obviously without the slightest cultivation to protect himself, but he didn't seem to feel the chill at all.

"What about me? I was thrown into the Yan like a useless piece of garbage, and you took my place. Do you know that these should not be yours, you snatched everything that belonged to me, and stole it all!"

Jiang Xingque lowered her head and listened quietly, no longer having the previous decision, she tried to clench her hands, trying to make them stop trembling, but the coolness that came out of her heart couldn't be stopped no matter what.

The ears of frost were blown up by the strong wind on Jiang Xingque's shoulders, Yan Yin looked coldly at the sword that originally belonged to him, lowered his voice and spoke again: "Even the frost and the wind fell were originally mine and Ah Song's. ”

"Jiang Xingque, do you know how much I hate you?" he seemed to be tired, and looked at Jiang Xingque dejectedly and gently.

The girl in front of her trembled gently in the moonlight, and the tears in her eyes couldn't be fuller, but she never dared to fall. The question crushed her like the last snowflake before an avalanche, and Yan Yin laughed with satisfaction, as if she had released all the resentment and unwillingness of ten years.

"Jiang Xingque, you are the murderer. ”