The voice opened the wall in front of the door, as if no one could refuse the voice, the man's voice. The giant man slowly moved away and opened the door of the temple. The door of the hall was two zhang high, and it weighed at least one hundred and eighty pounds, and the giant man seemed to just push it lightly with one hand, and the door opened. Qi Ying'er stared at the hand, the hand that was bigger than her head, and her hand was not trembling.

When the door was opened, there was no golden light, and it was not dazzling, because it was all white, white strips of cloth, and white flowers. The inside seemed empty, with only one table, and even though it was a long table about several feet long, it still seemed very small in this large hall. There were dozens of chairs neatly arranged in front of the long table, and only an old man sat on the chair at the very end of the table. The old man stood firm on his back, as if there was an iron plate inside, and he could never bend it. This person is the owner of the villa, Jingyun.

The old man's face was old and pale, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes seemed to have been cut by a knife, each one was so profound, and each one was so bitter.

The old man's eyes were gloomy, and he looked at a huge dark box placed on the table in front of him, it was a coffin!

Who was lying in the coffin?

Everyone looked at the old man, no one spoke, the old man did not speak, and no one would speak first.

The old man spoke, and his deep voice penetrated people's hearts, "Mo Cheng, quickly lead a few guests to their seats." ”

The scholar replied, "Yes, please." ”

Ling Quanfei and the others chose one side of the long table to sit down, and everyone's eyes couldn't escape the coffin on the table. There was still no one to speak, and the coffin was like choking their necks, and it was hard to even breathe.

The old man said, "I'm sorry everyone, but today is not a day to entertain guests. ”

Everyone was silent, and when they saw this coffin, they knew that today was indeed not a day to entertain guests, and certainly not a day to visit.

Ling Quanfei said: "Master Jingzhuang, who is in this coffin?"

The old man's dim eyes lit up at first, but they faded in an instant, and he was actually very grateful that Ling Quanfei could ask directly, the more straightforward and frank he asked, the less harm he would do, but it was those false grief that would make him more painful.

The old man said: "The person in the coffin is a dog." ”

Everyone was stunned, this one lying in the coffin was actually Jing Linqun!

Qi Ying'er had an indescribable feeling in his heart, he let Jing Linqun go, but he didn't expect him to die at the hands of others, although Qi Ying'er didn't have the slightest affection for Jing Linqun, and even hated him, but seeing the old man in front of him so sad, he couldn't help but feel a little sad.

This old man is the father of this dead man, and the dead man is the son of the old man, this kind of mood Qi Ying'er understands, when his grandfather left him, how could he not be heartbroken and cry heartbreakingly? Although this old man did not leave a single tear, his heart must be bleeding, and it is more painful than tears.

Qi Ying'er looked at Jing Yun, Jing Yun's gaze also shot at him, his gaze did not have a blade, but it was full of pressure, which made you breathless.

That kind of pressure was only for a moment, and then it dissipated, and Qi Ying'er even suspected that it was just an illusion just now.

Of course, it was not an illusion, Jing Yun had long known that Qi Ying'er was the one who was going to kill his son on the street, but he didn't know him, and of course he didn't know that Qi Ying'er was just a twelve-year-old child.

Jing Yun said in a low voice, "I know it's you." ”

Qi Ying'er didn't speak, his hand was shaking, even the hand holding the sword was shaking. Why did he tremble? He knew that Jing Linqun had not killed himself, but in front of this voice, he felt that he was a sinner, the murderer.

I don't know if it's Qi Ying'er alone, although the other three have been on the rivers and lakes for a long time, as for Sun Qiao'er, she was born in the rivers and lakes from the beginning. These people were also calmed by Jing Yun's voice, Sun Qiao'er held back her stomach and wanted to explain for Qi Ying'er, "He is not a murderer, he also released your son!", of course this sentence was not said, everyone was dumbfounded, and there were some tears in the corners of Sun Qiao'er's eyes.

It was quiet, there was only a coffin, there was only a large hall, there were only a few people in the main hall, but there was no sound at all.

Four seconds, but those four seconds were as long as hours, and someone said, "Hmm." "It's simple, but it's also terrifying, how can anyone still make a sound under this kind of pressure?" But Qi Ying'er is this person, his hand stopped shaking, the hand holding the sword gradually loosened, and the muscles in his body relaxed. What makes him relax under this pressure?

It was the old man's eyes, Qi Ying'er saw that Jing Yun's eyes were empty, like a field, he wasn't looking at himself, he didn't even look at anything.

Jing Yun said again: "I know everything my son does. ”

Qi Ying'er didn't speak, and the others didn't make a sound.

Jing Yun said: "Thank you for letting him go, but because you let him go, he died in the hands of others." ”

This sentence was like a needle piercing Qi Ying'er's body, "Could it be that I let him go, but I hurt him, but became an accomplice?" Qi Ying'er didn't say it, because Jing Yun immediately explained what she had just said.

"I know you won't kill him, so if you hadn't let him go, he probably wouldn't be here, not in a coffin. ”

Qi Ying'er said, "How do you know that I won't kill him?"

Jingyun said: "Because you think he is not worthy of your killing." ”

Qi Ying'er said: "If I don't kill him, he will come and kill me, so I will kill him." ”

Jingyun stopped talking, looking at Qi Ying'er, Qi Ying'er's face was cold, and she had no expression at all. Ling Quanfei's palms were full of sweat, all cold sweat, Wei Sizhang didn't make a sound, and Sun Qiao'er already had obvious tears on her face.

Qi Ying'er thought that the old man would be angry, and then beat himself to death with one palm, but she didn't expect Jing Yun to suddenly burst into laughter, and everyone was also frightened.

Jing Yun said: "Remember my words, killing people will always bring pain, and this pain can only be borne by the person who kills people. ”

Qi Ying'er looked at the old man, Jing Yun still had a smile on his face, an old kind smile, he seemed to see his grandfather, but he clenched his sword again and said, "It's better to kill than to be killed." ”

The old man smiled and did not speak.

For some reason, this seemingly tense conversation enlivened the previously oppressive atmosphere.

Jingyun stood up, although his face was old, his body looked very strong, standing very straight, standing very firmly, and his feet seemed to have roots.

Ling Quanfei secretly admired, he understood that his light skills were always among the best in the martial arts, but the standard for judging a person's light skills was not whether that person could step on the ground without dust and snow without traces, but whether he could stand firmly, the more stable he would be, the more stable his heart would be, and the more stable his heart would be, and he would be invincible. The old man in front of him is probably also a figure close to the peak in the rivers and lakes.

Jing Yun knows his own strength in his heart, although his martial arts have won a lot of praise in the rivers and lakes, and he is already an old man over sixty years old, this is the sorrow of life, and who can escape the time? He often fantasizes that if he is still thirty years old, it should be greater than his current achievements, and the paradox is that it is precisely because he is not young now, and it is precisely because of those thirty years that he has learned how to live in the rivers and lakes.

Jing Yun said: "If you don't dislike it, let's stay in the village for the time being, today's old people are not considerate, and I hope a few will forgive me." ”

Ling Quanfei and Wei Sizhang stood up and said respectfully: "I don't want to be surprised when I come to look at the owner of Jing Village. ”

Jing Yun didn't have any expression and said, "Mocheng, you take a few guests to rest in the 'Plum Blossom Garden'." ”

The scholar answered, and led Qi Ying'er and the others to the outside of the hall gate, but before he walked out, he only heard Jingyun say behind him: "Several, don't come out at night, it's safer to stay in the room." ”

Saying this to people, where do you want people to rest at ease?

Wei Sizhang asked, "Is it safe? Could it be that even the village is not safe?"

Jingyun said: "Zhuang was originally very safe, but now I'm afraid it's not safe." ”

Ling Quanfei heard the thorns in his words, and said, "I don't understand what the owner of the village means, so I ask the owner of the village to make it clear." ”

Jing Yun sneered, "Do you remember why you came to me?"

Of course, I remember that they were almost killed, and I came here to ask for clarification. But Ling Quanfei has also been in the rivers and lakes for more than 30 years, of course he knows that some words have to be picked at the right time, but since Jingyun has brought out the topic, why not ask him clearly?

Ling Quanfei asked: "Don't hide it from the owner, I was almost killed on the way here, thanks to an old gentleman, we can survive, but unfortunately the old gentleman is dead." ”

Jing Yun's sneering face was like wearing a mask, and he said, "Old gentleman, do you know who that old gentleman is?"

Ling Quanfei said: "We thought he was your subordinate, but then we felt that he was not your person at all. ”

Jingyun said: "Oh?"

Ling Quanfei said: "Because he doesn't know the road." ”

Jing Yun smiled: "Wrong. ”

Ling Quanfei said: "Wrong, what's wrong?"

Jing Yun said: "Not only does he know the road, he can even find me in my bedroom!"

Ling Quanfei said, "Who is he?"

Jing Yun sighed and said, "He is the one who wants to kill me." ”

Everyone was stunned, "Kill you, why kill you?"

Jing Yun slowly raised his head and looked at the top of the main hall, so high and so far away, "Because I once killed his entire family." ”

It's quiet again, so quiet that even the air is condensed.

It was the same voice again, the one that was innocent in the cold, and asked, "Why are you telling us this?"

Jing Yun looked at Qi Ying'er, looked at the sword he was holding, and said gloomily: "Because I want you to know that the person who kills is more painful than the person who is killed." ”

Qi Ying'er didn't speak, he didn't look at him, he didn't dare to look at those eyes, those gray-brown, gloomy eyes, he was afraid that he would know more from those eyes. Sometimes the more you know, the better you know!

Wei Sizhang said: "Since you killed his whole family, then it is natural for him to come and kill you! It's a pity that he died, and he was poisoned to death by fifty percent!"

Jing Yun said: "Fifty percent?"

Wei Sizhang nodded.

Jingyun suddenly burst out laughing, but the laughter was so bitter, colder than the snow outside. "You think he's dead?"

Sun Qiao'er asked, "Isn't he dead?" He was lying in the snow, and his body was stiff. ”

Jingyun said: "You saw him when he died on the spot, what happened after that? Is he still in the snow?"

No one answered, for no one knew if it was still him in the snow.

Ling Quanfei said, "Who is that old man?"

Jingyun said: "Wang Kai." ”

Everyone heard the name as if they had seen a ghost, only Qi Ying'er was expressionless. Sometimes the less you know, the better it is.

Ling Quanfei said: "'Poisonous Laughing King' Wang Kai?"

Jingyun nodded.

Wei Sizhang said: "Is he still alive? Didn't he have been seriously injured in that vicious fight more than 20 years ago, and he has never been out of the rivers and lakes since, and he doesn't know whether he is dead or alive." ”

When Wei Sizhang said, Ling Quanfei looked at Qi Ying'er, looking at him with strange eyes, Qi Ying'er also felt it, but he didn't go to see Ling Quanfei, he didn't care who Wang Kai was now, and he didn't care who Jing Yun killed and whose whole family he killed, he just wanted to know where the master was! But he didn't know that that the vicious fight had something to do with this Wang Kai and his own master.

Jing Yun said: "You should know whether he is dead or alive by now, and since it is not him who died this time, how can you know that he was the one who was seriously injured back then?"

Wei Sizhang stopped talking, he really didn't know, who Wang Kai was?

Ling Quanfei said: "Then we don't know if that old man is Wang Kai." ”

Jingyun just nodded and didn't speak.

Wei Sizhang said: "Whether it is or not, the old owner, I admire you from the bottom of my heart, no matter who he is, if he wants to kill you, then I will block the first knife for you first!"

Jing Yun smiled, but this time he smiled warmly, "You and I have never met, but now you want to be stabbed for me." Sure enough, you are a man who values love and righteousness! The old man admires you very much!"

was praised by Jing Yun like this, this big man actually blushed like a big girl, and his appearance was very funny.

Ling Quanfei said: "If he is Wang Kai, then what is the purpose of his acting in this play?"

Jingyun said: "Because it's not me who he wants to kill this time." ”

Ling Quanfei said, "Who is it?"

Jingyun said: "It's a monkey in the tree." ”

Everyone already understood, but only Wei Sizhang didn't quite understand, "Monkeys?

Ling Quanfei said again: "Why does he want to kill fifty percent?"

Jing Yun said: "Because he doesn't like his prey to die at the hands of others." ”

Ling Quanfei said: "His prey is the four of us?"

Jingyun said: "It's one of the four of you." After that, he looked at Qi Ying'er with that kind of pity in his eyes.

Everyone also understood what he meant, Wang Kai wanted to kill Qi Ying'er. But why? For what happened more than 20 years ago?

I only heard Jing Yun say: "Wang Kai is now serving the 'Ten Thousand Armies Gang'!"

"Wanjun Gang", this word has the same weight as Jingyun Villa, and it is one of the best gangs in the rivers and lakes.

Wei Sizhang had heard this word more than once, and couldn't help but scold: "It's his grandmother's Wanjun Gang again." ”

Qi Ying'er clenched the sword in her hand, the pitch-black hilt, the pale scabbard. The three people who died in that snow forest before were from the Gang of Hosts, so they were not revenge, no matter what they were for, their goal from the beginning was themselves.

Qi Ying'er said: "They won't kill me. ”

Jingyun asked, "Why?"

Qi Ying'er said: "They think that I am alive and more useful than dead!"