The monk put away his frivolous and even somewhat restless heart. The sleepiness and whining also disappeared without a trace in an instant.

There were eighteen corpses on display on the small platform, and the monk recognized several familiar faces from a long distance, Qi Luo, Ye Guhong, and even You Yue who was competing with Mengtuo on election night was there...

The monk shuddered.

I didn't expect them to meet again in the way they are now. There were already a lot of people around the platform, everyone had a solemn face, and the monk saw Meng Tuo and his shadow in the crowd at a glance. Seven steps led him down the stairs, and then brought him to the junior disciples, Bi Fang, Bai Yue, Lin Feng, and Mo Xiangyuntu, who they had seen a long time ago, were all there.

The monk nodded to a few people he knew, then looked at the platform.

Meng Tuo is reading a eulogy, this should be a very historical eulogy, although I can't quite understand the meaning, but Meng Tuo's sad tone and the atmosphere around * make this place extremely sad.

The monk suddenly felt a little cold, and he rubbed his arms vigorously to keep warm.

He and Qibu drove for more than ten minutes to come here, and the monk saw that the time was more than two o'clock in the afternoon before leaving, which should be hot. But the monk felt cold and shivered, and he felt that gusts of yin wind penetrated into his flesh and bones through his pores, sucking out his essence and blood, making him weak like a sick old man of Longzhong.

It wasn't the first time he had participated in such a ceremony, but no matter how many times he had attended, he would still feel infinitely sad when he stood here again.

After Meng Tuo finished reciting the eulogy, a strange woman beside him who had never seen a monk stepped forward and said in a loud voice, "Send the heroic spirit." ”

Mengtuo beat his chest with one hand, drank a few times, and then knelt on his knees and kowtowed a few times, and then let out a long howl. The voice was as poignant as a cuckoo crying blood, and when he finally kowtowed, his face was already full of tears!

The people standing around knelt on one knee at the same time, beating their chests with one hand and letting out a mournful scream, and the sound was so sad that it shook the nine heavens.

"The living are scattered. ”

There was not the slightest ripple on the woman's face, which was as bright as a spring flower, and her voice was sonorous, like a cracked gold stone.

Except for Mengtuo, the rest of the people began to retreat slowly, no one exchanged heads, everyone lowered their heads and slowly began to walk up the stairs. The monk followed Bi Fang and had a lot to ask Bi Fang, but he knew that now was not a good time, so he could only be patient.

After going to the high ground, several people who had good relations gathered in groups, and the monk was about to talk to Bi Fang when he caught a glimpse of a shadow walking towards them.

The shadow walked over and stood beside the moon and didn't say a word. In this way, the monk didn't dare to say much, so he had to look at the platform below.

Only Meng Tuo and the woman were left on the platform, and after two or three seconds of silence, the woman said in a loud voice, "The soul returns to heaven." ”

Her words contained a cry that she tried her best to suppress, which made the already bleak and sad scene suddenly overshadowed by gloom. Although the woman did not cry silently, now pretending to be strong only made people feel more excited.

The monk really admired the strength of this woman.

Meng Tuo froze in place for a few seconds, finally sighed, and then turned on a switch on the platform, and the rising fire enveloped the eighteen corpses in it at once.

The flames burned fiercely, and the heat wave mixed with a mournful crackling sound beat at the hearts of everyone present. After devouring the flesh and blood, this primeval beast became even more crazy and tyrannical, and the breath it spat out made the monks who were far away feel their hearts and galls.

"No!"

Meng Tuo suddenly roared and threw himself into a corner of the platform, and the monk only felt a black shadow flash around him, and the shadow had already jumped down.

But both of them were obviously a step too late, and the woman had already walked to the other side of the platform within two or three seconds of Meng Tuo's hesitation, and she jumped in without the slightest hesitation after the fire burned...

The monk's attention was focused on Mengtuo, and when Mengtuo shouted that voice, he noticed that the woman had been thrown into the flames, and the woman was moving in the flames with difficulty, and finally seemed to reach the destination she had in mind, and then hugged the corpse tightly. Her creamy skin was charred as charcoal and red as flames, and finally merged with the corpse in her arms, and it was impossible to separate from it.

She was speechless from beginning to end, and the flames engulfed her and she was indomitable, and her body and soul were remembered by the hero on the stage.

Mengtuo stayed in front of the platform in a daze, everything had disappeared, and there were not even traces of burning on the platform after the fire. There is only a small handful of ashes left on each of the small platforms separated by each other, and this is the only evidence that these heroes have left in this world.

The monk had not yet recovered from the shock, and his mind was full of images of the woman moving forward in the flames, and what courage and determination it took to be so resolute.

The monk silently followed the others back to the nearest Qilin Pavilion branch, and on the way, Bi Fang whispered to him that the woman's name was Ye Guhong's wife.

The monk shuddered and rubbed his arm. He looked up at the bright sky, but he didn't feel any warmth, he didn't even feel pity and sorrow, his mind was full of weak women walking in the flames.

Bi Fang saw the shadow come over and let go of the way, the shadow and the monk stood side by side, her voice as calm and silent as usual.

"Monk, do you think it's worth exchanging eighteen lives for Xingyin?"

The monk pursed his lips, and his mouth was dry.

"Pavilion Master, is it worth exchanging eighteen lives for Xingyin?" Gu stood alone in the circle, glaring at Meng Tuo as if he was not afraid of power, his face was full of anger, and he said with righteous indignation, "It's nineteen now! You tell me, is it worth it?"

Meng Tuo didn't open his mouth to refute Gu's questioning, he seemed to be still immersed in the woman's last feat.

Meng Tuo's silence was tantamount to fueling Gu's arrogance, and he said sharply: "Is the reason why you are doing this because Yuan Hunt Xingyin is your confidant, so other people's lives are worthless in your eyes! As the pavilion master of the Qilin Pavilion, how can you use your power for personal gain like this!"

Mengtuo's face was calm, and he had no intention of arguing.

"I think you just want to take this opportunity to exclude dissidents, I'm afraid Xingyin is just a pawn for you to use. Your real purpose is not to completely eliminate all the voices in the cabinet that question and oppose you! If that's the case, then start with me! I'm sitting upright, I don't want to die, I don't want to die, you can kill me in front of everyone!"

Xingyin and Xiaoyao Buyi have not been discharged from the hospital yet, the scholar and Xiaofei are by Li Han's side, and Mengtuo is only seven steps by his side. But Qibu knew that he couldn't say a word in this scene now, otherwise it would only bring endless trouble to Mengtuo.

But in addition to Mengtuo, among the people present, only the shadow and Mengtuo have a shallow friendship. But Ye Guhong also died in this operation, and the shadow may have no less complaints about Mengtuo in his heart than others. Otherwise, with her original fiery temper, I am afraid that she would have drawn a knife and cut people a long time ago.

Seven steps secretly gave the shadow a look repeatedly, but the shadow didn't see it.

The shadow's inaction seems to exacerbate a certain contradiction.

The monk looked at Meng Tuo and suddenly felt very angry. He was about to retort loudly, but the shadow suddenly grabbed his wrist, and the monk glared at the shadow, and the shadow said coldly: "Except for me and Qibu, all of you here are people who have not participated in this operation. ”

The monk was stunned for a moment, not understanding what the shadow meant.

"Mengtuo didn't know, and everyone present now didn't know. This operation was to find us at night without him!"

The monk was even more confused, how could this be possible? Didn't Ye say that he would not interfere in the affairs of the Qilin Pavilion?

But he immediately thought of election night. That bloody and cruel night, that time was also the night that all the arrangements were planned by him. If that time was true...

"And the night of the last election! At that time, as the acting pavilion master of the Qilin Pavilion, you did not fulfill your responsibilities, allowing people with Feng Laiyi to take advantage of the situation and hurt the foundation of my Qilin Pavilion!

No one spoke except for Gu, and everyone looked at Meng Tuo, who was sitting in a chair, to see how he was going to end. Most of these people were the elites of the original cabinet, and behind them were huge and complex family relationships, covering almost all levels of the Qilin Pavilion. These people are by no means good, and the monk doesn't know how to explain this matter, what he can't figure out is why Ye Tuo has to arrange it like this, pushing Mengtuo, who is not from a very orthodox background and has an unstable foothold, to the forefront.

He remembered that Bi Fang had said that there was not no one in the Qilin Pavilion who was more suitable for the position of the pavilion master than Meng Tuo, why did he try his best to let Meng Tuo sit in this position almost single-handedly that night? In this way, all the disasters that happened can be logically pushed onto Mengtuo, and when the anger and hatred accumulate to the apex, and get rid of Mengtuo in accordance with the people's hearts, at that time, a certain force of the Qilin Pavilion has been exhausted, and the real mastermind behind the scenes has no one to oppose when he comes to power...

The monk was taken aback by the conclusion he had deduced.

The result is simply too sensational. If things really turned out to be as he thought, the Qilin Pavilion was already in danger!

"Meng Tuo is a high-ranking vote to become the master of the Qilin Pavilion! I would like to know where you came from when you said that he was not qualified to be the pavilion master. ”

Everyone followed the sound, and Night and Moon walked in from outside.

Mengtuo's face was still as indifferent as a stone carving, and he didn't even blink his eyes when he heard this.

Gu Yizheng said in words: "Since Meng Tuo became the pavilion master, the Qilin Pavilion has not seen much improvement, and this operation has broken more than a dozen generations of pavilion members just to save his own henchmen, how can such an unfair pavilion master serve the public! For the sake of the Qilin Pavilion, I want to impeach him!"

"The Qilin Pavilion will not let any disciple fall into the hands of the enemy and ignore it! There has always been a precedent for this matter in the Qilin Pavilion, is it difficult to achieve it, because this time Yuan Hunt Xingyin is a member of the Big Dipper Seven Killings, so we have to leave it alone?"

"Elder Night, don't be partial to Mengtuo! You and Elder Yue have never asked about the affairs of the Pavilion, and once you return to the Pavilion, you will have the power alone, I am afraid it will be difficult to be convinced. ”

"Are you saying I'm selfish?"

"The subordinates don't dare, it's just that you two are still young, and I'm afraid that you will be used. ”

"What a big joke! Gu I was still in the mood to play with you, but you are so annoying to me, can you tell me who your true identity is?"

Gu didn't change his color, and said loudly: "Hmph! Although I am a disciple of the Outer Pavilion, I have also joined the Qilin Pavilion since I was a child, and this matter is well known to everyone. Later, I infiltrated Feng Laiyi, which is also recorded in the Qilin Chronicles, why do you still want to slander me? I was born innocent, how can I be afraid of rumors!"

"You're telling me who killed and maimed people on election night?"

"This matter has long been publicized! Yes, he is a traitor with Feng Laiyi!"

"Good!"

Night Rage laughed back: "Then how about I let you confront Ji in front of everyone today?"

A trace of doubt flashed in Gu's eyes, although it was fleeting, it was still captured by the moon staring at him.