In the blazing firelight, a figure with a human head in his hand limped back to the small courtyard.

Li Fengyun turned his head, glanced at the man, and said in surprise: "Zhao Yiqiu, why are you back again?"

"I'll kill him!" Zhao Yiqiu's voice was cold.

"What?" Li Fengyun didn't understand.

"I killed my master! I stabbed him twenty-eight times. As soon as Zhao Yiqiu let go, the head in his hand rolled to Li Fengyun's feet.

It was Zhao Yuqing's head that rolled down to Li Fengyun's feet, and a pair of dead fish-like eyes stared at Li Fengyun tightly, his eyes were full of unwillingness and grief, and more of a sigh.

Is this retribution? Zhao Yuqing killed his master Bai Xiangying and his junior brother Yu Buquan, who knew that in the end he actually died on the hands of his only remaining disciple, is this providence or irony?

The house of good has afterglow, and the house of evil has aftermath.

When Zhao Yuqing's parents chose this name for him, they were afraid that they wanted him to be a blessed person, but unfortunately, his path went astray.

Li Fengyun took a deep breath and sighed: "You really can do it! He is your master!" Killing a master and killing an ancestor is the most taboo thing in the rivers and lakes, but anyone who does this kind of thing will not be looked down upon for the rest of his life, and he will not be able to raise his head and be a man.

"Why can't I do it?" Zhao Yiqiu roared excitedly, "He killed all my senior brothers! He killed Senior Sister Furong! Should we worship him as a teacher, should we be his dogs? Should we let him slaughter our lives? I don't owe him anything!"

I swore an alliance with my junior sister, I can't do more for her, the only thing I can do for her is to avenge her!

The whirring west wind blew, and the night was particularly bleak.

Su Yunong turned around and looked at Zhao Yiqiu's gaze a little cold: "Then what are you doing when you come back?"

"I want an antidote!" replied Zhao Yiqiu.

Maybe Zhao Yi's vendetta against Zhao Yuqing really wanted to avenge Ruan Furong, but didn't he really have the intention of killing his master to ask Yu Buquan for credit?

Li Fengyun sighed secretly.

Su Yunong took out a small jade bottle and threw it to Zhao Yiqiu: "My master is dead, your master is also dead, and the grievances between you and me should be over." But from now on, you are no longer a disciple of the Qingsangmen, and the Qingsangmen does not allow anyone to kill the master and kill the ancestors, even if he has ten thousand reasons. Even I hate to have him torn to pieces.

Take this bottle of medicine and take it every seven days, which can suppress the poison in your body and ensure that you will not be poisoned within 49 days. The poison in your body, find a way to get rid of it yourself, after being in the Green Capsule Sect for so long, I don't believe you haven't even learned this ability. ”

Zhao Yiqiu took the small jade bottle, put it in his arms, didn't speak, just took off his coat, searched carefully in the courtyard, collected Ruan Furong's half of the corpse and those broken pieces of flesh together, wrapped them, turned around and left.

Walking to the gate of the courtyard, Zhao Yiqiu suddenly stopped, and said word by word: "Su Yunong, the grudge between my master and your master is over." However, I have no grudge against you, Senior Sister Furong died at the hands of my master, and she also died at the hands of your master. Since your master is also dead, I can only seek revenge from you!

Now it's too late for you to kill me. If not, sooner or later I'll come to you!"

"You bastard!" Li Fengyun was furious, and wanted to kill him, but was stopped by Su Yunong, although the residual poison on his body has not been cleared, but he can still kill Zhao Yiqiu, he has a bad qi to protect his body, don't worry about Zhao Yiqiu's poison technique, Zhao Yiqiu does not have the ability to poison a first-class master.

"Let him go!" Su Yunong said, "He's right! He wants to seek revenge on me, just come to me, am I, Su Yunong, still afraid that people will come to seek revenge?"

Zhao Yiqiu didn't speak, and limped into the vast night with Ruan Furong's body in his arms.