Yan Zishuang walked into the post house, this is a quiet courtyard, except for the four guards, there is no one else in the courtyard, this is because Ning Sudao knows that the disciples of Cuihu do not like the servant to serve, so he sent all the servants away. But Yan Zishuang stopped in front of the door, and a trace of helpless annoyance appeared on her elegant jade face. After hesitating for a moment, he returned to an indifferent appearance, stretched out his hand to push open the door and walked inside, bowed in front of the bead curtain in the inner room, and said with a smile: "Senior sister came from afar, Zishuang has never greeted her, and I ask senior sister for forgiveness." ”

This study is divided into two rooms inside and outside, the outer furnishings are bright, in the middle is the bookcase of rosewood, behind the bookcase is the short couch of red sandalwood covered with splendid cushions, on both sides of the stairs are several cases of boxwood carving and Taishi chairs, and there are several pots of bonsai of ancient plum kumquat are placed in a staggered manner, and the newly replaced snow is bright and transparent through the window screen, reflecting the bamboo shadow under the eaves, which makes people feel relaxed and happy. A bead curtain separates the inside and outside, and you can vaguely see several shelves of books inside, full of dazzling, and behind the green jade bookcase, a long jade figure is concentrating on writing.

A cold voice came from inside the curtain and said, "Always be polite, you don't have to be hypocritical, come in." ”

Yan Zishuang's eyes flashed with sorrow, showing a smile, lifting the curtain and walking into the inner room, the woman who was on the post was also dressed in green clothes, simple and unpretentious, green silk like a waterfall, the light can be seen, with a five-color brocade loose binding, the woman is about twenty-five or six years old, beautiful complexion, and more above Yan Zishuang, but Yan Zishuang has a beautiful appearance, rich like a fairy, which makes people admire and respect at first sight, but the woman's bearing is as indifferent and cold as ice and snow, which makes people daunting and dare not get close. Although Yan Zishuang had already walked into the inner room, the woman did not raise her head, but just continued to write intently.

Yan Zishuang felt a sense of helplessness in her heart, the Cuihu inheritance is different from other sects, between the senior sisters, except for the sect master and the sect son, there is no strict difference in status, it stands to reason that she doesn't need to be so tolerant, but she knows in her heart that if you talk about qualifications and understanding, this Pingyan senior sister is already above herself, and she concentrates on martial arts, ignores mundane things, and is diligent in martial arts. On the contrary, he inherited the ambition of his master to enter the world, and there was a lot of restlessness in his heart, and the martial arts entered the realm slowly, whenever he thought of this senior sister's indifferent and contemptuous gaze, he would have a sense of self-esteem.

The autumn waves flowed, Yan Zishuang saw that the senior sister still had no intention of raising her head, so she walked to the bookcase and sharpened the ink, but her eyes looked at the snowy rice paper, only to see that the paper was full of hairpins, but she learned Mrs. Wei, but there was a faint sword aura in the clear and agile penmanship, and at a glance, she only felt that her eyes were full of cold light, and she didn't dare to force her to look, so she lost her restrained meaning, and couldn't help laughing: "Senior sister's words are not Mrs. Wei's true meaning, but it is more like the penmanship of the lord of Huofeng when he was young." There was a hint of sarcasm in her words, but the woman in gray didn't pay attention to it, and finished writing the last stroke with all her attention, before she put down Zihao in her hand and said lightly: "Do you mean to assassinate Luo Chengyu?"

Yan Zishuang was shocked in her heart, she already knew the news of the arrival of the prince of Yan Wang, but she didn't know about Luo Chengyu's assassination, her heart was full of thoughts, she put down the ink in her hand, and said: "The royal family has no such intention, Tang Zhonghai has returned north, and the little sister has never noticed that he has killing intent, even if Luo Chengyu is dressed in the white dragon fish, those people definitely don't dare to do it indiscriminately, who is not afraid of the power of the Youji Iron Cavalry, not to mention that all parties are not ready to go to war." Could it be that someone wants to blame Xiaomei and Tang Zhonghai?"

The woman's gaze swept over Yan Zishuang, and said lightly: "It's not the best, you should know that if Luo Chengyu dies, it will be harmful to your big things, although I don't bother to pay attention to your dirty things of intrigue, but if you are too reckless, even if heaven and earth allow you, I will not allow you." ”

Yan Zishuang was angry in her heart, she knew that this senior sister's temperament, if she blindly showed weakness, she would be despised by her, smiled coldly, and said: "Senior sister only knows how to indulge in martial arts, but ignores Li Min's suffering, if Luo Chengyu's death can make the world peaceful, then it is to give up his life, and the little sister will also kill him, but the masters around him are like clouds, it is difficult to succeed, and even if he kills him, it will be useless, so the little sister does not go to embarrass him, but since the senior sister values him so much, why not be his guard slave?"

The woman faintly forgot Yan Zishuang when she heard this, but there was not much anger in her eyes, and said: "You are just fighting in the same room, how can such things be worth my attention, even if the world is really taken away by Luo Chengyu, there is nothing wrong with it." You are on the road to the WTO, and you often study the "Yin Fu Jing", and always like to play some intrigues, but you don't know that only the dignified soldiers can pacify the world, and now Da Chen has nominally unified the four seas, but one emperor and three feudatories have their own ambitions, and it is a matter of time before the sword soldiers rise again. But sooner or later, this raging fire will come back to the ashes, and when the time comes, I am afraid that the fire will become more intense, and the world will be burned clean. Even if you use all your means, how can you contain the war that is about to break out, 'the heavens will kill the plane, the stars will change the fate, the earth will kill the plane, the dragon and the snake will rise to the land, and the people will kill the plane, and the heavens and the earth will repeat it.' Heaven and man are combined, and everything is fixed. But you won't listen to what I say, and I don't bother to pay attention to your ambitions, you passed the book to Shizun saying that you saw the Heavenly Demon Sword Dance, is this true?"

Yan Zishuang said in her heart that only things related to martial arts can lead this senior sister to leave Cuihu, but if she hadn't expected that the Heavenly Demon Sword Dance would be enough to make her out of the mountain, she wouldn't have written back, no matter what, it was inconvenient for her to directly deal with Shuangjue and Zijing, only if this senior sister made a move, others would not think that Cuihu couldn't tolerate people, who in the world didn't know that there was a martial arts idiot Pingyan in Cuihu? Thinking of this, she said solemnly: " Senior sister is a born person, so she naturally doesn't want to pay attention to the suffering of the world, but most of Zishuang's relatives died in the war, and her life's great wish is to see a peaceful and prosperous world. These words are her sincere voice, and she is sincere, she is a cold-faced and cold-hearted flat smoke, and she can't help but show a trace of emotion on her face.

Yan Zishuang saw that the atmosphere was relaxed, and then said: "Where it is rude, please also invite Senior Sister Haihan." The Heavenly Demon Sword Dance was seen by the little sister with her own eyes, and there was nothing false about it, and the Heavenly Demon Sword Dance was the disciple of Mr. Qingjue. Shizun suspected that Du Qingjue was the descendant of the Tianyin Sect in the past, but now it seems that it is true, but Shuangjue is now seriously injured, and I am afraid that even if the senior sister sees them, she will not be able to appreciate the shocking dance. As he spoke, he secretly looked at Ping Yan's expression.

Ping Yan's eyes really showed a strong interest, and said: "I have read the notes left by a senior in the door, and I once said that if the Heavenly Demon Sword Dance reaches the peak, it can confuse the gods, and after I think that after the battle with you, I will definitely enter the realm, and I will not be disappointed." ”

A strange light flashed in Yan Zishuang's eyes, and said: "Little sister also has a happy event to report to senior sister, regardless of the Heavenly Demon Sword Dance, there is also a young man named Zijing next to that pair of peers, his martial arts are better than that of little sister, senior sister will definitely be ecstatic when she sees it." ”

Ping Yan was slightly stunned when he heard this, but a pair of indifferent and silent deep eyes suddenly became very vivid, and the light that suddenly bloomed in this cold woman made Yan Zishuang, who was calm, not dizzy, and in a trance, he heard Ping Yan laugh playfully: "I don't think I know that the killer who assassinated Luo Chengyu is Zijing you said, I'm afraid he is now dead in the cave court." ”

Yan Zishuang forgot to cover up in shock, and looked at Pingyan with blazing eyes, only to feel that this woman who was ordinary and self-exalted on the cliff bank seemed to be a flame in the ice at this moment, although it was still as cold as ice and snow, but it was a little more blazing and bright. The pair of apricot eyes that could penetrate the heart were looking at him lightly, and a calm and indifferent voice came from his ears: " Senior sister, don't treat others as fools, Shizun was able to promote the Luoyang Alliance, mainly because all the princes didn't want to fight to the death immediately, Yang Wei was able to ascend the throne as the emperor, and it was also his Yang family's soldiers who had enough food and food, and his power was big enough, you stayed in Yueyang, I think I was preparing to reveal to Wu Heng the news of the possible civil strife in Youji, whether Wu Heng believed it or not, he would hint at this matter to Luo Chengyu, you want to make the prince of Yan Wang suspect that Youji has an internal ghost, and you want to promote civil strife in Youji. But don't forget, Your Highness the Ninth Yang Ning is not in your hands, and you can't decide how to use him, not to mention that I don't believe that the son of the Lord of Huofeng County will be willing to be a chess piece. ”

Yan Zishuang's frightened look gradually faded, and once again turned into an indifferent appearance, a pair of bright eyes were full of confidence, and said: "Senior sister can't help but value Luo Chengyu and Yang Ning too much, even if they are outstanding, they are just young men who are not as weak as the crown, the Yang family is orthodox, and there is the assistance of the Tang family, as long as we work together, we will be able to calm down the Yu and eliminate the disaster of war." Before the voice fell, Yan Zishuang had already bowed down, although she was not on good terms with her senior sister, she knew that Ping Yan's eyesight was far better than that of all the sisters of the same generation, if it weren't for that, even if Cuihu's rules did not restrict the behavior of the disciples, with Ping Yan's unruly temperament, and did not follow Yue Qiuxin's orders, she would not still be the first candidate for the sect. If she can get Pingyan's help, then she can't inherit the position of the suzerain, and she is willing.

Just when Yan Zishuang was about to kneel on one knee, there was a light sigh in her ears, and then there was silence, Yan Zishuang's figure froze, silently bowed her head, I don't know when, a drop of tears slowly fell, for a long time, she straightened up, she was already indifferent, a pair of bright eyes were as calm as water, and said softly: "Even without your help, I can succeed." At this time, she was the only one left in the study, and she was very lonely.

The sunset is sinking, the twilight is heavy, the reeds are in the sky, the smoke is vast, just in the twilight, a faint green shadow flies over the lake, the shadow passes, the reeds that are higher than the human waist are only slightly bent over, that is, the lake surface of dozens of zhang is also swept by, if there is a person with good eyesight, you can see that the green shadow shoots out a few inches long reed rod from time to time, and flies by force, as if the Ling Bo is flying, without borrowing the power of the boat, in the eight hundred miles of Dongting Lake, if it is seen, I am afraid that I will be regarded as a fairy in the mortal.

When the last rays of the sunset sink, the person has arrived at a barren reef in Dongting Lake, several acres of black reefs stand in the depths of the lake, the rocks are craggy, shaped like ghosts, the reef is surrounded by hundreds of zhang, there is a clear and visible bottom of the lake, but under the lake surface is countless small whirlpools, agitating impact, the strength is strong, enough to smash any boat that strays into the whirlpool, the fishermen and bandits of Dongting Lake call this a man-eating reef, although the fish and shrimp here are fat, but no one dares to come here to fish, in fact, within a few miles around, it is either a sandbar or a deep pool, the reeds are high and can pass people, the waterway is tortuous and blurry, and other idlers do not dare to enter this place at all。 However, all this is naturally difficult for the Tsing Yi people who can almost fly across the waves, their bodies are like illusions, their feet are not touched by water, and they have landed on the reef.

The reef is high and low in the middle, although the surrounding area is steep and slippery, full of moss, it is difficult to gain a foothold, but there is a hole in the middle, rotten grass and trees, weathered rocks and mud and dust that drift with the wind have already turned the center of the reef island into a fertile soil for survival, a few years ago someone built two wooden houses here, planted a bush of bamboo, two wild chrysanthemums, so that this treacherous place has become a paradise.

The man in Tsing Yi fell lightly on the reef, his clothes were in the wind, dancing in the wind, his posture was graceful, like a fine willow in the wind, but he was proud and independent, and like a cold plum and snow, she stretched out her slender hand to take off the hanging yarn Xinyang hat, revealing the stunning face of ice muscle and jade bones, a pair of indifferent and cold eyes fell on the wooden house, and a playful smile appeared on her lips.

At this time, there is no longer a ray of light between heaven and earth, but Pingyan is very familiar with this, walked to one of the wooden houses without obstacles, stretched out his hand to push the door, almost at the moment when the door opened, a wisp of strong wind stabbed towards Pingyan's heart, like a poisonous snake that had been dormant for a long time burst out and hurt people, extremely vicious, Pingyan's martial arts had already entered the realm, how could it be successfully attacked, the jade palm turned into a knife, cut off the strength, and slapped it with a backpalm, in the dark, only heard the clothes fluttering, the two had already fought a few moves, each other was ruthless, life and death in an instant, Pingyan knew that the person was originally seriously injured and could not fight for a long time, so he was not impatient, and sure enough, it was time for the seventh move, The man's internal strength was not continued, and the flaws between the moves couldn't help but be revealed, Ping Yan took advantage of the situation and hit the man's ribs with a palm, and a muffled snort came from the darkness, and the man staggered back. Ping Yan didn't pursue, just pointed at the volley, if she didn't completely restrain the enemy, she wouldn't take it lightly. Almost as soon as the wind struck the man's body, a ray of cold light shot out of the man's hand, almost as if it were a flat sideburn and shot into the wall. Ping Yan felt a chill in his heart, knowing that the opponent must know that he was seriously injured and difficult to support, so he took advantage of the defeat to counterattack with a hidden weapon, if it was an ordinary person, he would definitely think that he would win, and most of them would be forced to step forward to make up for it, but he just fell into the death trap. Fortunately, Ping Yan had no intention of taking his life, so he avoided the crisis of stealing the soul with a hidden weapon.

The mood quickly calmed down, Pingyan took out the fire fold and lit it, and under the light of the fire, I saw that the enemy who attacked him had fallen to the ground, but it was a young man in cloth with a beautiful appearance, his face was as pale as paper, and his chest was full of blood, and he was already unconscious at this moment. Ping Yan sighed softly and lit the oil lamp with a fire fold.

This is a very simple bedroom, except for a bed, a table, a chair and nothing left, these tables, chairs and beds are rough and ugly, but they are very strong and durable, there is an oil lamp on the table, a tea set, the bedding on the bed is very thin, the blue cotton bedding, the snow-white tent, very simple, it seems that no one has touched it. Pingyan was cold and arrogant, and he didn't want outsiders to lie on his bed, but thinking that Zijing was seriously injured, he hesitated for a moment, and finally picked up the young man and put him on the bed, and by the way, he reached out to check his pulse, and couldn't help frowning. Although she only used three points of force in Fang Cai's palm, this young man was seriously injured after all, even if he didn't hit his acupoint, I am afraid that he would have passed out at this time. It's just that this young man was seriously injured and forced to take action, and now the injury is getting worse, but it is getting heavier and heavier, if it cannot be treated, I am afraid that his life will not be guaranteed.

This young man is Zi Jing who assassinated Luo Chengyu, and it is also very coincidental to say that after Pingyan arrived at Dongting, he inadvertently saw Zi Jing flying by, and his body was amazing, and he couldn't help but see that he was happy, so he secretly followed behind him, and saw Zi Jing kill the guards under the command of the King of Dian with his own eyes. If Yan Zishuang saw it, she would definitely stand up and stop the evil act of killing innocents, but for Ping Yan, since these people are subordinates, they should do their best and die without resentment, so they have no intention of making a move, but Zijing's skills make her admire and admire. Her martial arts are above Zijing, and she followed him into Tingtao Pavilion, and saw everything that happened in Tingtao Pavilion in her eyes, but she was always hidden in the dark. Zijing was injured and escaped, so she followed him and rescued Zijing here after he was seriously injured and unconscious.

These two wooden houses are the houses built by Ping Yan a few years ago when she was cultivating in Dongting, the tables, chairs, beds, bedding, and tents are all made by herself, this is the pure land in Ping Yan's heart, whenever she encounters obstacles in the martial arts, she lives in isolation and sneaks here to participate, except for herself, no stranger has ever been here. If it weren't for the suspicion of Zi Jing's life experience, even if she appreciated Zi Jing's martial arts, she would never bring Zi Jing here.

Ping Yan stretched out his hand to pat Zijing's acupoint, and by the way, he crossed into a wisp of true qi to awaken his senses. If Zijing was awake, even if it was a thousand cuts, it might not be able to make him cry out in pain, but when he woke up from a coma, he couldn't help but let out a painful moan. Zi Jing opened his eyes and looked, but what fell into his eyes was a woman in Tsing Yi with an ice and snow appearance, Zi Jing's heart flashed, and he immediately guessed that this woman was the mysterious person who saved him here.

When he rushed out of Tingtao Pavilion that day, his mind had gradually become unclear, almost groggy and threw himself into the icy lake, the martial arts sect pursued martial arts, life and death fighting is a common thing, if there is no means to protect his life, I am afraid that few disciples can live to the martial arts, so almost the moment he sank into the lake, Zi Jing has entered a state of turtle breath, mouth and nose breathing is cut off, carrying heavy loads and floating in the water, and there is more true qi to protect his body, if Pingyan does not rescue him, although he is likely to be robbed and killed, but there is always three or four out of ten lives, so when he sobers up, the first thought is not to be grateful to the benefactor who saved him, on the contrary, he was full of suspicions, and he didn't know where the person who saved him was sacred. Because he has lived an isolated life since he was a child, coupled with the teachings of his mother and teacher, he is wary of anyone, and the person who can break the barrier in his heart is no one else except for the two years that he has entered his heart. What's more, the terrain of the reef island is weird, Zi Jing doesn't know where he is, and he is afraid that it will be difficult to leave unless his martial arts are fully recovered, so he is even more suspicious that the person deliberately banned himself in this Jedi, not to mention that the furnishings in the wooden house are too simple and simple, which also makes this place like a prison, for various reasons, Zijing is full of hostility towards the unmasked benefactor. With his straightforward nature, since he felt that it was inappropriate, he should restrain that "benefactor" and ask him clearly, so he shot at Pingyan without any scruples. Although Zi Jing is simple-minded, she is very smart in martial arts, if she is not an unusual master of Ping Yan, I am afraid that she will be seriously injured on the spot by Zi Jing's hairpin as a hidden weapon.

The two looked at each other, their eyes were the same fighting spirit, although they had only fought a few moves, but both of them had already sensed the strength of the other party, although there was still a gap, and the number of martial arts paths was not the same, but they could feel that the opponent had a fighting spirit that was not afraid of death, and a cold state of mind, this person was their best opponent, and the two of them had such thoughts in their hearts at the same time.

However, these two people are not unscrupulous characters, and naturally know that now is not the time to fight, Ping Yan smiled slightly, took out a "Huitian Pill" and said lightly: "Taking this medicine can help you heal." ”

Zi Jing's eyes fell on the auspicious cloud ruyi pattern on the wax coat outside the pill, but there was not much hostility in his eyes, the word Cuihu did not mean anything to him, in the process of his growth, no one had ever instilled any prejudice about Cuihu in him, for him, Cuihu was just a sect with power that could not be underestimated. Even after leaving his mother, he learned a lot of things that were not clear to him, and knew the reason why his mother treated him coldly and alienated, he never hated Cuihu because of this, anyone in the world can do this, but he can't, not to mention that his mother originally said that those grievances and grievances have nothing to do with him. And his indifference to Yan Zishuang is not so much because of his prejudice against Cuihu, but because of the double absolute, and the feeling of rejection in his heart for some reason. In his opinion, Pingyan has a similar heart and characteristics to himself, and no one will hate another self. is also because of the similarity of temperament, Zijing has no apology of "kindness and revenge" in his heart, because he knows that this woman will understand what he has done. On the other hand, Ping Yan could also feel the calm and sincere heart in Zijing's deep and cold eyes, this young man neither worshiped himself as a "fairy" of Cuihu, nor was he hostile because of his background. Only in front of this young man, he was just a flat smoke, and he was not shrouded in the aura of Green Lake. With a feeling of confidant in his heart, Ping Yan smiled and said: "Give you ten days, your injuries should be cured, and if you are willing to fight with me at that time, you and I will have all our grievances." ”

Zijing also smiled, the original cold vigilance had all faded, at this moment he was more like a big child who didn't know the world, he took the priceless healing elixir, and didn't thank him, he crushed the wax clothes, just smelled the fragrance repeatedly, and he already felt refreshed, so he took it in plain clothes. Sitting upright and pranayama, the true qi was urged by the medicinal power, and in an instant, it had rushed through the secret lock of the entrance and operated endlessly in the meridians of Zhou Tian, but for a moment, he had entered a state of thoughtlessness, and his breath between his mouth and nose was cut off, and even his body was gradually cold.

Ping Yan naturally won't misunderstand, Cuihu knows almost everything about the world's martial arts, and even seventy or eighty percent of the secret skills of the Martial Arts Sect are recorded in Cuihu's arsenal, so she knows that Zijing is healing. Eyes fell on Zijing's delicate face, Ping Yan was a little hesitant in her heart, although she chose the path of birth, but after all, she was still a disciple of Cuihu, and she still had her responsibilities to bear, just by virtue of the "Thousand Miles and One Line" she had seen with her own eyes, she could be sure that this young man was Yang Ning, His Highness the Nine. As a leader in the generation of Cuihu's disciples, although she doesn't ask about the world, she knows more about some secret things, especially when it comes to the secrets of grandmasters such as Emperor Yin, she not only knows that Emperor Yin is the sect master of the Martial Arts Sect, but also knows that Emperor Yin and Lord Huofeng are close friends, these things are also known to Yue Qiuxin, and some things are only clear to Ping Yan, for example, Yue Qiuxin doesn't know that Ping Yan once met Yang Ning by fate, but Yang Ning didn't see Ping Yan. Although it has been five or six years, Yang Ning's appearance has not changed much, so she almost quickly determined Zijing's identity, not to mention the number of martial arts and the scene that Tingtao Pavilion saw with her own eyes.

But knowing Zijing's identity, Ping Yan became more and more distressed in his heart, in Yan Zishuang's plan, Yang Ning was in a very important position, if he didn't really master this young man, then Yan Zishuang's plan was very likely to not go smoothly. She was seventy percent sure of defeating Yang Ning, but what would happen after that? If she put him in the hands of her junior sister, not to mention that this young man was cold and arrogant, he would never be at the mercy of others, and he would definitely cause a big disaster, and he would not want to use this method to hurt an opponent he could afford. If he concealed this matter by himself, it would lead to Yan Zishuang's failure, and it would be difficult for him to explain in front of his master, even if the sect master couldn't say anything, he would inevitably add some obstacles to himself.

After thinking about it again and again, Pingyan finally made a final decision, his eyes stayed on Zijing for a moment, and finally turned around and walked out of the wooden house, at this time, the night on the reef island was low, except for the stars in the night sky, there was no ray of skylight, and the sound of Dongting Lake rushing on the reef was heard in his ears, and Pingyan had a faint melancholy in his heart, that is, he had always boasted of being born, and he could not completely get rid of the constraints of the master after all, even if there was no tangible shackles, but the shackles in his heart could not be removed.