Chapter Ninety-Seven: The Scapegoat

There are people at the door, a group of people.

Eight long tables, twenty-four benches, nearly a hundred people.

There was wine and food on the table.

Good wine, good food.

Everyone was chewing and smiling, and there was only one person except for it, and this person was the owner of this place: Su Xinghe, the deaf and dumb valley master.

After more than a dozen glasses of wine, Su Xinghe got up and sat on a boulder not far from the stone cave and drank to himself.

Xu Chongxiao, Xuan Yan and other famous people in the martial arts persuaded him to sit back in his place, but Su Xinghe just smiled and didn't get up. Seeing this, everyone reluctantly returned to their seats and raised their glasses to drink.

Wine and food were staggered, and soon few people remembered that Su Xinghe had left the table.

on the boulder.

Su Xinghe picked up a pot of wine, poured it hard, and licked his tongue. Anyone can see that Su Xinghe likes to drink very much, but few people know that Su Xinghe has not drunk for nearly forty years.

A person who is an alcoholic is willing to quit drinking for nearly forty years, and something earth-shattering must have happened. He is still the same person he was back then, he is still Su Xinghe, he doesn't drink just to protect a person, he doesn't drink just because a person has no favor.

Now that Ding Chunqiu is dead, the favor is over.

Su Xinghe glanced at the deep stone road, the ink pool had been in for almost half an hour, but no one appeared in the stone cave, and recalled the words when the ink pool broke into the stone road: "If I get out of the cave within a quarter of an hour, the grievances and merits of the previous generation will be complete, maybe you will have an additional uncle and uncle; ”

Su Xinghe nodded indifferently and didn't ask again.

He was not stupid, when Mo Dump Chi asked him to quietly remove the stone path mechanism, he was vaguely aware of the clue, not to mention that Mo Dump Chi said such words again?

Collect, organize, analyze, speculate.

After four steps were carried out, and under the combination of various clues, he came to a conclusion that he didn't want to believe but had to believe: Wuyazi Sword had gone to the extreme.

Su Xinghe glanced at the cave, sighed, and then poured a sip of wine, leaned on the boulder with both hands, and sighed to the sky: "Kill Ding Chunqiu and clean up the portal, I am willing to help; ”

Su Xinghe closed his mouth and looked back at Shi Dao.

The stone path was pitch black, but he heard footsteps, extremely light footsteps.

Two women and a corpse walked out of the cave.

Wang Yuyan walked in front, Li Qingluo hugged Ding Chunqiu's corpse, seeing this scene, Su Xinghe's pupils shrank sharply, and his face showed an extremely surprised look, two women and a corpse naturally would not let Taishan collapse in front of him, but his face did not change He showed a shocked look, and the reason why he was shocked was because of the corpse.

Corpse, Ding Chunqiu's corpse.

Although it was a strange thing that the evil-doer Ding Chunqiu had become a corpse, he had already seen it and should definitely not be surprised. But Su Xinghe was indeed surprised by Ding Chunqiu's corpse.

He is old, but his memory is not inferior to that of any young man. Su Xinghe remembered very well that when Ding Chunqiu brought him into the stone cave, he only had a sword piercing his chest with ink pouring pool, and there was not much blood on his body, but what about Ding Chunqiu in front of him?

Robes, blue.

Now it was red, crimson, and red blood.

A sunken body, a familiar palm print.

Looking at Ding Chunqiu, who had been returning for nine days, Su Xinghe's face was pale, and he walked towards the stone cave without saying a word.

Since the junior brother is dead, why are you still unable to get along with the dead?

Wang Yuyan and Li Qingluo did not pause, and the three passed by.

Silent and even more obstructive.

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The cave was in front of him, and he was ready to enter it, but a hand stood in front of him.

With a deep voice, Mo Tingchi calmly walked out of the cave: "I know your doubts, I can tell you, but I won't let you in." ”

Su Xinghe stopped, his eyes stared at the person in front of him, and for a long time, he said, "There are only three people in the cave: Uncle Shi, Uncle Shi and my master?"

Mo Tingchi smiled and nodded, playing with taste: "Yes, just now your master did some very extreme things, which caused the relationship between Wu Yazi and Tianshan Tong and Li Qiushui to be very stiff. ”

Su Xinghe stood with his hands in his hands, his expression unchanged, and asked bluntly: "He activated the mechanism?"

Mo Tianchi nodded honestly: "Yes, not only did he activate the mechanism, but he also wanted to put Li Qiushui and Tianshan Tong's grandmother to death, and he didn't even let go of his daughter and granddaughter." ”

Mo Tianchi sighed lightly, and said helplessly: "It can be seen that your master's ruthlessness is not inferior to your junior brother, should I say that there must be a teacher or should I say that there must be an apprentice?"

Cold, disdainful, contemptuous.

Su Xinghe was unmoved, and continued to ask calmly, "What do you want to do with him?"

Mo Tianchi shook his head and said: "Wu Yazi is the most disgusted person in my life, if I deal with him, he would have already died, but unfortunately the person who disposed of him is not me, but your master and uncle." ”

Su Xinghedao: "I know, but I still want to know one more thing: will they kill him?"

Mo Tianchi was silent for a moment, looked at Su Xinghe, and asked quietly, "Do you think they will kill him?"

Su Xinghe smiled bitterly, hesitated for a moment, and immediately replied: "I believe that the master and the master will show mercy to the master's subordinates. ”

Mo Dumping Pond asked, "Why?"

Su Xinghe said: "After all, they have all loved and have always loved their master. ”

Mo Tingchi looked at Su Xinghe, and after looking at it for a long time, he gently patted Su Xinghe's shoulder and sighed: "You understand such a simple truth, but the smart man of Wuyazi doesn't understand, maybe he is not a smart person at all, just a fool who is arrogant and arrogant, let's go, you can know everything you want to know." ”

The ink poured out of the boulder and drifted away.

Su Xinghe didn't follow immediately, took a deep look at the dark and secluded cave, and sighed: "Maybe it's not that he is stupid, but too smart, too self-righteous, so he chose the most extreme way to end all this, if it weren't for you, maybe he would have succeeded, but it's a pity that he met the most feared and terrifying opponent in his life-Mo Dumping Pool! Master, master, this is the last time I call you master in this life, I hope you respect yourself." ”

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Sand and dust bury the bodies, and the tombstones bear the names.

The tomb of Ding Chunqiu stands in the dust and sand.

Looking at the stone tablet in front of her, the woman looked at Wang Yuyan.

Wang Yuyan smiled, she knew her mother's doubts, the pit was dug in advance, and the coffin and stone tablet were also prepared in advance, as if someone had known that Ding Chunqiu was going to die. Wang Yuyan didn't hide it, and said: "The pit and the stele are all prepared by the ink pouring pool, and the ink pouring pool originally wanted to prepare a stone tablet, a coffin, and a grave pit. ”

The woman was stunned for a moment and asked, "For whom?"

Wang Yuyan said lightly: "There is no cliff." ”

The woman frowned and scolded, "Yu Yan, is he your grandfather?"

Wang Yuyan looked at the woman and said calmly: "I know that he is my grandfather, otherwise another tombstone should be added here." ”

The woman was silent for a long time and sighed, she knew that Wang Yuyan was very assertive, she couldn't persuade her, she couldn't persuade her, and she didn't even want to persuade her.

The matter is still vivid, in the face of a ruthless father who killed his descendants, how many people can let go of the mustard?

The woman can't, Wang Yuyan can't.

The woman was sad, and Wang Yuyan was indifferent.

In front of the stele, Wang Yuyan kowtowed respectfully and got up.

She lifted the grieving woman and sat down on a nearby rock.

She glanced in the direction of the deaf and dumb valley, glanced back at the woman, and said, "Mother, everything is the plan of me and Mo Dump Chi, but the plan is beyond my expectations. ”

The woman trembled slightly, and said sharply, "What is your plan?"

Wang Yuyan said: "My plan is just to hope that my grandmother and aunt will die for Wuyazi, but unfortunately there are too many variables in this plan that I didn't expect." ”

"What variables?"

"Variables under the design of the ink pour pool. Wang Yuyan took a deep breath and said apologetically: "I didn't expect that my grandfather who hadn't set foot in the Central Plains would appear in forty years, and I didn't expect that Mo Dumping Chi would make another set of plans behind my back. ”

The woman frowned, she was sad but she was more curious, so she asked, "What plan?"

Wang Yuyan said: "A plan once and for all. ”

"What?" the woman stood up, her eyes worried, "You mean he wants to kill your grandfather?"

Wang Yuyan shook her head, pulled the woman to continue to sit down, and explained: "No, Mo Dumping's real plan is to make Grandma and Aunt die for Wuyazi, not on the surface, but completely dead. ”

The woman didn't understand, she sat quietly beside Wang Yuyan and listened to the following.

Wang Yuyan took a deep breath and recalled: "If a woman is completely dead to a man, then she must prove that the man no longer has a reason for them to like, and Mo Dump Chi has set up three games for this purpose, each of which is enough to make grandma and aunt die for Wuyazi." ”

The woman's heart was cold, she looked at Wang Yuyan and recalled the incomparable elegance of the ink pouring pool at any time, and her heart trembled.

Wang Yuyan held the woman's cold hand, there was no word, there was no fear in her eyes, in addition to being calm and calm, she showed a touch of gratitude, and a sentence appeared in her mind.

On the third day of April, late at night, it was late at night.

The clouds are thick, and the moon is thin.

Mo Dump Pond and Wang Yuyan stood in front of a bamboo forest.

Wang Yuyan was the first to speak: "You have been silent for a quarter of an hour, what do you want to say?"

Mo Dumping Chi turned around and smiled at Wang Yuyan, and said, "I'm making a decision: whether I want to be a scapegoat for the woman I love." ”

Wang Yuyan glanced at Mo Tingchi, turned around and turned back.

Mo Tingchi smiled, did not chase, and continued to say slowly: "There is absolutely nothing wrong with my plan, but I have found an insignificant problem: how do you explain it to your mother?"

Wang Yuyan stopped, looked at the ink pool, and frowned, "What do you mean?"

The corners of Mo Dump Chi's mouth turned up, his expression was playful, his hands were crossed on his chest, and he said slowly: "I just want to be a scapegoat for my beloved woman, but I don't know if she will accept it." ”

Wang Yuyan turned around again and returned to the house.

Laughter echoed in my ears.

reverberates, returning in Wang Yuyan's ears, pointing to the present.

Wang Yuyan sighed secretly and muttered to herself: "No matter what your purpose is, I will thank you once, so if I want to kill you, I will be quicker when I start." ”