The corners of the lotus clothes rolled in the scorched black firelight, and were blown up by the wind, and scattered fires burst up, but they could not ignite the lotus clothes.

His Highness stood in the midst of the fire, as if he were a complete outsider, and he looked around in amazement, and watched the flames rise to the sky, and could perceive the heat and scorching, but he could not be harmed by the fire.

Yi Xiao saw that in the distant firelight, there was a pitch-black figure, which was not the same as the crowd standing in the fire with complicated eyes.

The pitch-black figure was slowly walking in his direction.

The man was dressed in a wide linen robe, as white as a vessel, and walked in the firelight, the fire wind was blowing, reflecting his young and childish face, and the linen robe was thrown behind him by the wind, but it was tied by a red rope around his neck.

Like Yi Xiao, he let the sparks splash on his body, hair, clothes, these sparks annihilated themselves and did not ignite.

Outsiders.

He just walked in front of Yi Xiao.

His Royal Highness watched all this until the flames and the wind had a little stagnant, and the young man in the white robe and linen robe stood in front of him, his hands folded, his big sleeves flying, and he held a feather fan in his arms, and looked at him with a smile.

Yi Xiao took a deep breath.

He lowered his head and looked at his teacher with a solemn expression.

It's a weird and ridiculous picture.

In the midst of the fire, the young disciple and the young teacher looked at each other.

"You want to know the truth of all this?"

Yuan Tiangang's voice was soft, like an annihilating wind.

"Actually, you already knew. ”

His Royal Highness pursed his lips and just looked at his teacher.

After a while.

Yi Xiao looked at Yuan Tiangang, and he said word by word: "I have been thinking about this matter for a long time, the so-called truth ...... I started to check it out from the Forgotten Mountain in the Northern Wei Dynasty. ”

The young Confucian just smiled and looked at Yi Xiao, and the feather fan patted lightly on his chest, motioning for him to continue.

"There is a lot of evidence, about that fire, and the destruction of corpses in Jiangnan Province in the first year of Spring and Autumn ......."

Yi Xiao looked directly into the teacher's eyes and said seriously: "Killing a person is not an unsightly thing, or burying the truth in the fire has become an unsightly thing." ”

"Anything in this world, as long as it is done, it will leave traces, and all traces can be traced, so I found Lin Yi, and then found Wei Wudao from Lin Yi. ”

His Royal Highness's voice didn't carry the slightest joy, he just calmly recounted all this, and said, "In Lanling City, I saw the so-called 'truth'. Xiao Wang told me the truth, and then Yi Shaoran sent me this truth, Wei Wudao's death, Lin Yi's death, the sword wounds on their bodies, and the traces left by Liutao, these links were buckled together and buckled into a perfect circle. ”

"All the clues point to the 'truth', the soldier saint killed my mother. ”

"Each one is so cohesive that I don't know where to start, and I don't have any more clues. ”

When he said these words, Yi Xiao's voice was always sad and joyless, and in the end, there was some self-deprecation.

"If nothing else, I probably won't know the truth for the rest of my life. ”

"What if...... If I don't open the sea of souls. ”

When the young Confucian heard this, there was obvious admiration in his eyes, like appreciation, more like emotion, and he said softly: "Advance to the tenth realm of soul power, sink yourself into the soul sea, and finally break the prohibition...... It's really a hard thing to do, and I didn't think you could do it. ”

Yi Xiao said with some self-deprecation: "Teacher, I thought you were an all-knowing and all-powerful person. ”

When Yuan Tiangang heard this, he nodded with a smile, which was regarded as a tacit acquiescence to Yi Xiao's meaning.

Yi Xiao said: "But there are some things you never thought of. ”

The firelight blew the white robe, and the young man stretched out a hand with some effort, pressed down the corner of the robe, and asked with a smile, "...... Like?"

"Like the one just now. ”

Yi Xiao paused slightly, and then said: "For example, there are people in this world who are beyond cause and effect. ”

Yuan Tiangang held the feather fan in one hand, looking like a weak teenager in the blazing fire, and the other hand grabbed and pressed down the white robe with some difficulty, and asked curiously: "Actually, there is one thing I didn't think of...... How did you find out about Lin Yi?"

Yi Xiao looked at her teacher.

He thought to himself, the teacher is really not an all-knowing and all-powerful person.

Then he pointed to his eyes, and his tone was sincere and sincere: "I remember him. ”

Yuan Tiangang sighed a little suddenly, and laughed, "I almost forgot, there are some people in this world...... Born unfair. ”

Yi Xiao didn't speak anymore.

He just looked at Yuan Tiangang in silence, his teacher, the young Confucian who smiled innocently in the firelight.

There was silence for a long time.

He asked softly, "So what?"

Yuan Tiangang kept laughing.

"Lin Yi and Wei Wudao, as well as the soldier saint Lu Songqing, they are not the last murderers. ”

His Royal Highness stood in front of the white-clothed man, he didn't look back, and he could hear the even breathing sound of the woman behind him.

All the people in this fire are dead.

Except for his own mother.

A cultivator with the appearance of a dragon and a snake, killed all the assassins who tried to hold him back, saved the infant child, and was trapped in the sea of fire.

She doesn't give a damn.

The figures standing outside the fire, no one entered the fire again, they just stood silently and silently, their eyes flashing with complicated and regretful colors, except for the command pressed by the heavens overhead, reason told them not to rush into the sea of fire.

The woman in white in the sea of fire is not only the holy daughter of the Demon Sect, the great cultivator of the Heavenly Phase, but also a mother at this moment.

In her arms was a new, new life.

But that life is incomparably fragile.

Therefore, those people standing outside the fire, whether they are good, bad, good, or evil, will be ruthlessly plundered by Murong when they rush into the sea of fire.

The corpses everywhere have proven this.

The flames crackled and continued to burn, burning hot iron tools, horse corpses, charred bones, and the heat kept compressing the distance between her and the woman in white.

It was dead and silent for a long time.

Yi Xiao clenched the hairpin, he looked at his teacher, and asked seriously, "Is this the final truth?"

The Final Truth......

Yi Xiao has suspected countless times that the murderer behind this arson case, the person who killed his mother, is his teacher.

He could indeed have piled this hatred on his teacher.

Tianque's inaction.

These people who can enter the sea of fire, in addition to those Jiangnan Dao martial arts killers who want to assassinate Murong, there are also people with good intentions, Lin Yi of the seventh group wanted to rush into the sea of fire, but was stopped by Wei Wudao, otherwise he would also be reduced to a corpse at this moment.

The Final Truth...... What is it?

Yi Xiao looked at her teacher.

The light of fire swept up and down in his pupils, and it fell, it was annihilated, and it was rekindled.

The white-robed young man standing in the center of the flames looked at him and kept laughing.

Yuan Tiangang didn't answer this question, he looked at himself with a hint of pity and sympathy in his eyes.

He only said two words.

"Look up. ”

Yi Xiao raised her head a little confused, and was stunned to see those people outside the fire.

Lin Yi bit his lip, his expression was sad, and he couldn't bear it.

The soldier shook his head, turned and drove his horse away.

Wei Wudao's old fox stretched out his sleeve and wiped the burning marks on his cheeks.

Yi Xiao only felt that her mouth was dry.

Slowly, in disbelief, he turned his head and saw the white robe, moving to a comfortable seat.

Xiaopo, where dozens of corpses were piled up, Murong leaned in lightly, the sleeves of her white robe were rolled up, her eyes were still bright, but the qi in her whole body had already dried up.

Her plain white clothes were stained with mottled blood, and at this moment, she still held a sword in one hand and a strip of cloth fastened to both sides of her shoulders in the other, and used her meager vitality to protect the last swaddling clothes in her arms.

The woman's eyes were fixed on those people outside the fire.

In fact, her vision had already blurred, and she couldn't see how many figures flickered outside the firelight.

She just subconsciously hugged the swaddling clothes in her arms.

The figure outside the fire has not moved for a long time.

The woman gently stuck her sword in front of her.

The baby in swaddling clothes seemed to have no breath, and the eyes that were trying to open slowly opened, and then failed to close.

There was a dead silence, no breath.

The woman smiled and wiped some of the blood stains off the baby's cheeks with her hand.

She kissed the newborn baby.

Murmured.

"Survive. ”

The sea of fire boiled suddenly, and the rumbling flames seemed to be pressed extremely low by the invisible pressure, and there were two illusory shadows of a dragon and a snake, like whips and electricity, across the sky.

With a clear cry, the baby opened his eyes again.

In the heart of heaven, cool raindrops fell, smashed into the sea of fire, and were burned into nothingness in an instant.

Then came the unseasonably heavy rain.

The corpses were everywhere, some of them were completely burned, and the ashes were washed away, while others were wet and leaning together like chopped firewood.

When the sporadic flames were dispersed and extinguished by the heavy rain, the bloody aura of Gangnam Province slowly disappeared.

The baby cries incessantly, and a new life is born.

And the woman holding the blood-stained swaddling clothes, maintaining the last posture before her life, smiling and kissing the baby's forehead, has long been lifeless.

Some people live in the fire, and some people die in the fire.

Heavy rain continued.

Yuan Tiangang's voice was clearly audible in the heavy rain.

"Look, everyone wants to stop you from seeing the final truth, and now you see ......"

Yi Xiao's face had already lost a trace of blood.

Yuan Tiangang said softly: "No one can kill her...... Except for herself. ”

"So her death was of her own choosing...... If there is a life, someone must die. ”

The voice of the young Confucian scholar was cold and sad.

"Congratulations, you have finally found the murderer who killed Murong. ”