The moon and stars are scarce, and the black magpie flies south, swaying arbitrarily like a thick cloud, covering the sky and the sun and invading all things on the earth, but half a cup of tea, the torrential rain swept and poured down.

A lantern in front of the door swayed violently, and the window creaked and blew open, and the wind broke into the room with rain, making the cold room even colder. At this moment, a man in dark clothes lit a fire, got up to close the window, and touched the lattice, a sticky feeling and the smell of rust in iron, mixed with the smell of fishy smell and a faint residual temperature. Blood, it's human blood, this person suddenly gasped, the sticky liquid turned out to be blood!

The lightning in the air is like a dragon, like a snake with its teeth and claws, bursts of white light, and the ancient gods roar. A figure on the long street gradually reflected in the lightning, this person was covered in blood and his face was pale.

"Hongfei?" The man's hand shook, the fire fold slid down, and suddenly changed to another scene, the surrounding fire was full of light, swords and swords, blood flowed like a river, corpses piled up, and screamed like hell on earth......

"Ahh

He got out of bed and lit the candle, took a coat and draped it over his body, looked at the candle flame in the candle flame, reflected his pale and haggard cheeks, poured a cup of cold water and drank it, and couldn't help but shiver.

He sighed heavily, the horror in his eyes still unresolved.

This person is Li Zifeng, who chose a bowl of poison and cut himself off, the chief disciple of the Hengshan faction, and his reputation shocked the government and the public, and the rivers and lakes. But that's just once.

"It's been three years..."The firelight, pools of blood, corpses, and Shen Hongfei's bloodstained smiling face have always tormented him and become a lingering nightmare. Li Zifeng sighed silently, his eyes were sore and uncomfortable, and there was a little water.

The place where Li Zifeng is now is Jingxin Garden, with an elegant name, but this is actually a prison prison, which is dedicated to the high-level prisoners of the Hengshan faction.

After drinking the poison at the beginning, he was unconscious, and when he woke up again after I don't know how long, he found that he was here, and the chief disciple who used to be infinitely beautiful ended up in the point where he is now imprisoned.

His skills were lost, and he was escorted to do some heavy physical work, and then he returned here at night, day after day, like a walking corpse.

For three years, Li Zifeng lived secretly, he wanted to find out the cause and effect of being calculated and exterminated by the Lingye Palace team, and after countless calculations and analysis, he couldn't find the reason after all. As the days passed, the nightmare was like a maggot on the tarsal bones, and as soon as you closed your eyes, you began to torture yourself.

The rest of the extravagant hopes are waiting for Ouyang Ze to forgive, the stars are changing, three spring and autumn, the greater the expectation, the greater the disappointment, Ouyang Ze is waiting for Li Zifeng's attitude, and he is also waiting for an innocent body. But...... At this time, Li Zifeng no longer had any hope, and between him and Ouyang Ze, it was probably a dead knot that could never be opened.

The door creaked open, Li Zifeng reflexively clenched the teacup in his hand, and looked vigilantly in the direction of the door, but what he saw was a small person looking in.

"Uncle..."

An innocent voice came, Li Zifeng relaxed, a rare smile appeared on his haggard cheeks, and his tone was much gentler, "Qingyun?"

This little boy named Qingyun was rescued by him from the Beifeng Labor Field, when Qingyun was young and bullied, he couldn't see it, so he wanted to take it with him, but he didn't expect Ouyang Ze to easily agree.

Li Zifeng felt strange at that time, and he didn't understand why the disciples of the Deacon Hall would arrange such a young child in the Beifeng Labor Field, and why the Hengshan Sect would torture a child!

Seeing Qingyun standing hesitantly at the door, Li Zifeng couldn't help but smile and beckoned to him, "Come..."

Qingyun rushed over briskly and pounced on him, his eyes flashed, and his voice was aggrieved, "Uncle..."

Li Zifeng smiled and touched his furry head, "What's wrong?"

"I just had a nightmare. ”

Li Zifeng smiled and comforted, "It's just a nightmare." ”

Qingyun's voice seemed to be crying, "I'm afraid of ......"

Li Zifeng blurted out, "Don't be afraid, with me, no one can hurt you..."

When the words landed, Li Zifeng was stunned, 'I'm afraid...', 'Don't be afraid, with me, no one will hurt you...', Ouyang Ze once said to himself, at that time he had just woken up from a serious injury, lost his memory, and was helpless......

Qingyun Xu felt that there were droplets of water dripping down, and when he raised his eyes, he saw Li Zifeng's eyes red, "Uncle, what's wrong with you?"

"Nothing. Li Zifeng came back to his senses, picked up Qingyun and put him on the bed, scratched his nose and quipped, "I ran to my house in the middle of the night, and I still refused to sleep, if I doze off tomorrow, I won't have steamed buns to eat if I can't finish my work, and if I don't eat steamed buns, I won't grow taller and be bullied!"

"Then I won't bother Uncle. "Qingyun is reluctant

Li Zifeng smiled slightly, "Obedient..."

Shang Qing Yuan

It was early summer, the night wind was still a little cold, and the night disciples in the courtyard also wore thick coats, patrolling vigilantly, behind the shadowy branches and leaves of the trees, and they didn't know how many secret guard masters were hidden.

The study was brightly lit, Ouyang Ze put down his pen, closed the last official document, leaned back on the chair and rubbed his temples a little tiredly, and the tea in the corner of the table was already cold.

These official documents were reported from all the branches of the Hengshan faction, including the Linxiu Dart Bureau and the Heyue Teahouse in Weicheng, ranging from large and small rebellions to trivial matters such as land ownership and rent collection within the jurisdiction. These are all easy to do, just send a mature and stable deacon disciple to deal with them.

But the only thing that worried Ouyang Ze was that there was no news about the Lingye Palace in these official documents, since that operation to exterminate the stronghold of the Lingye Palace, the Lingye Palace seemed to have lost its trace again, and it seemed to have disappeared from the rivers and lakes again.

At this time, Mo Xuan took a cup of hot tea, tentatively knocked on the open door, and after getting the answer, he quietly came in, replacing the cold tea with freshly brewed hot tea, looking at Ouyang Ze frowning, Mo Xuan hesitated and said, "Master, it's late at night, you better rest early!"

Ouyang Ze looked up at Mo Xuan, Mo Xuan was fifteen years old, he had been a disciple of Shang Qingyuan for more than four years, and he had already grown from an immature child to a slightly mature teenager, he was serious and responsible, and his thoughts were quite thorough, Ouyang Ze sighed silently, for some reason, looking at Mo Xuan's handsome face, he would always think of Li Zifeng.

It's been three years... Ouyang Ze rubbed his slightly sore eyes

Mo Xuan looked at Ouyang Ze's melancholy face, and called tentatively, "Boss......"

Ouyang Ze came back to his senses, "Oh, it's okay. Stand down!"

The disciple retired. ”

(End of chapter)