"Ahh

Feng Qingtong was guarding next to Shui Jue, who was still unconscious, and Feng Qianmo, who had woken up, had cried beside Feng Qingtong, and then guarded Shui Jue with Feng Qingtong for a moment.

"There are masters again?" Feng Qingtong frowned tightly - he didn't even feel the slightest murderous aura? Feng Qingtong took a step ahead, and after a few steps out of the door, he came to the location where the scream came from.

A female disciple from the outer gate had collapsed in fright at the door of a hut, and a thick smell of blood came from the room. Feng Qingtong clenched his fists - he is here, and he can still make people murder?!

He walked into the room quickly, only to see an obvious cut on the wrist of a little Taoist boy on his left hand, the wound had coagulated, and in the blood all over the ground, the little Taoist boy had lost his breath.

In Xiao Daotong's left hand, he held a sharpened peachwood sword.

"Shui Yin?!" Outside the door, Feng Qianmo also followed, he recognized the same door that fell in a pool of blood at a glance, and instantly froze at the door, not daring to take a step forward.

"Impossible, impossible......" he muttered as his lips trembled. Looking at Feng Qingtong, Feng Qianmo seemed to grasp the last straw: "Master, Shui Yin is not dead, he is not dead, right?"

That body was completely cold, and there was no breath left, and Feng Qianmo knew that if Shui Yin was still saved, Feng Qingtong couldn't just stand by the side. However, at this moment, he just hopes that the master will give him a positive answer - Shui Yin is just asleep, just asleep......

Feng Qingtong looked at Feng Qianmo, a little unbearable, but the reality was so: "He committed suicide." ”

"Impossible! Shui Yin still has to be a hero, and he has to let good people live a good life, and he has to give his brothers and sisters meat every day, and he has to marry two daughters-in-law, and I have to be a bookkeeper for him......" Feng Qianmo took a few steps back and sat on the ground suddenly. His eyes were dead, and he couldn't even shed tears.

"Bastards! it's all fake, it's all a lie...... Why, why can you just walk away like this......"

Feng Qingtong looked at Feng Qianmo, who was about to completely lose his mind, and felt distressed, and flicked his sleeves to make him fall asleep. He suddenly had some doubts about whether his lonely star fortune had affected Feng Qianmo?

It's just a master and apprentice......

Feng Qingtong blamed himself a little, and picked up the sleeping Feng Qianmo - after the matter was dealt with this time, he would leave here as soon as possible.

Asked the female disciple to be silent, Feng Qingtong settled Feng Qianmo, and called Bai Lingjun to come to Shui Yin's room again. The reason why he was called Bai Lingjun was because he hoped that Bai Lingjun could find the child's relatives and give some compensation.

As soon as I entered the room, it was the same bloody breath again. Although the entire Tingtao Pavilion was covered with a layer of blood tonight, the extraordinarily strong smell of blood in this room was still uncomfortable.

"Didn't this kid stand the stimulus and commit suicide?"

Feng Qingtong picked up Shui Yin and wanted to put it in the Ancestral Hall of Tingtao Pavilion, which had become a morgue overnight. The bloodstains stained Feng Qingtong's newly changed white robe red again, and Feng Qingtong's mood was extremely complicated.

"Wait!" Bai Lingjun suddenly exclaimed: "There is a three-mountain paper on the table over there!"

Sanshan paper is a paper commonly used by cultivators, and is often used to record important things.

"Paper?" Feng Qingtong didn't know why.

Bai Lingjun picked up the paper, and his face was ugly—the paper was bright red, which was particularly dazzling. This blood-colored long letter should be Shui Yin's last handwriting.

Beringjun exhaled and silently began to read:

"Junxing, I'm gone, I'm a sinner.

It turns out that your real name is Feng Qianmo, it's really not righteous enough, you didn't even tell me. But it's a good thing you didn't say it, otherwise I might have killed you......

Everything tonight, the sin is not yours, it's not your fault for provoking such people, don't blame yourself. But I have sinned unforgivable.

The old man surnamed Qu tonight is the old man I told you about and took us in. Although he treats us badly, often beats and scolds us, often denies us food, and often needs to beg for harm, in the end, he has nurtured us.

When we children reach a certain age, if we show our cultivation qualifications, we are often divided into various sects, and we originally thought that he wanted us to honor him after we had a good career, but now I think that we should be his eyeliner.

On the night you entered, it happened to be me guarding the mountain gate, and that day happened to be the day when I reported on my current situation and the situation of the sect. So I wrote you and the appearance of the middle-aged man who brought you to the beginning of the letter.

Later, I received the canal ...... for the first time The old man's reply was roughly asking me to figure out where you live, and then pay attention to whether there were any strange people around the sect.

I have always been slow-tempered, and I have some disgust with the old man in my bones, so I didn't reply to the letter for a long time. Later, he urged him repeatedly, and said that his people above him were very concerned about this matter, and I felt suspicious, and until today, I have not replied to the second letter.

Sure enough, I was his spy for a long time.

Fortunately, I didn't reply, otherwise you would have regretted the most in my life. As for now, what I regret the most is that I depicted you and the middle-aged man in that letter......

It's irretrievable, and no matter how much you regret it, it's irreparable...... I really like to listen to Tao Ge, I really regard this place as my home, the master is so kind, the brothers and sisters take so much care of me, I have never received love here before. Even, I secretly regarded the third senior brother as my own brother.

But they all died, died on one of my letters......"

Bai Lingjun couldn't read it, and it was obviously uncomfortable. Feng Qingtong gently put down the poor child, came to Bai Lingjun's side by himself, and continued to read:

"I think there are many more brothers and sisters like me who are being used, so I will draw a map of where I used to live. Jun Xing, I hope you can go with the sword fairy to uproot these dark places, but please don't hurt those innocent people, even if they are guilty, please count it all on me Shui Yin, if Shui Yin's life is not enough to repay, then Shui Yin is willing to die a good death for the rest of his life until these crimes are paid off.

Jun Xing, let me tell you secretly, I really want to become a sword immortal, but unfortunately I don't have a chance.

I'm not qualified to say a lot of things, but I don't think you mind—

Please live because I can't be a hero, I can't give my former brothers and sisters a good life, and I can't let good people have good rewards, but I think you will be more capable of doing this than me.

Because you are, Sword Immortal!

Let's go, I still want to eat a good meal of the third senior brother's ring ruler, it doesn't hurt at all, but it's a pity that you haven't tried it yet......"

Feng Qingtong clenched the piece of paper: "This kid ......" His eyes were a little blurry, and Feng Qingtong couldn't speak.

Bai Lingjun walked aside silently, came to the door again and looked inside the house again, and sighed: "This kid ended his life in the most tragic way, probably, he really feels that he is guilty." With the blood spurting from his wrist, he drew a map in such a large room......"

Feng Qingtong smiled bitterly: "What is his crime, no one will blame him at all......" He looked at the blood all over the ground: "Damn those who deceived them!"

After a pause, Feng Qingtong picked up Shui Yin again and walked out of the door - he seemed to have really found the way he was going for the first time, and he said loudly:

"I, Feng Qingtong, will uproot these harmful things one by one!"

If you can't get rid of it, why force yourself? It's just a big deal that you can't die well—all kinds of causes and effects, you might as well add to me!

......

White instantly turned to a disadvantage, and the big dragon that was about to rise from the clouds was slaughtered in an instant. The black-haired middle-aged man raised his head and smiled heartily:

"Dao Chief, you lost. ”

The white-haired old man stroked his snow-white beard, narrowed his eyes, and said slowly: "If you put it to death and live later, the king might as well take a look at it." ”

The middle-aged man listened, didn't say a word, and carefully studied the chess game again.

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