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The wind and rain are miserable. Lin Yizhi lay in the muddy water more than three feet deep, his eyes slightly closed, not moving, as if he was dead.

He lay there with his eyes closed, a bright flash across the sky, and that desperate face flashed. His face was pale and bloodless.

Then it was hidden under the endless rain again.

Lin Yizhi felt tired like never before, and fell into a confusion that he had never felt before.

From the age of ten to eighteen, little by little, it was like last night in the rain curtain slowly flashing. He suddenly felt that he had always been a tragedy, firmly choked by fate, unable to breathe.

Lin Yizhi is a person who has no quarrel with the world, and it is his consistent attitude to be obedient, which makes him sometimes seem more or less cowardly and stupid.

I've never been happy and vengeful, and I've never let go of it. I've always lived carefully.

However, to this day, it is still faltering and devastated.

He felt his soul slowly detach from his body, and then stood in front of him, watching him with cold eyes and a slight mockery, looking at him full of pain and embarrassment.

In this world, everyone has a reason to exist, except himself.

He could have died several times, but each time he was always a little unlucky, and he came back to life in a daze, and he lived like this.

In fact, I could have died, and if I died, I would have been liberated.

Perhaps, eight years ago, in that massacre against the entire village, he could have died, but he was alive, maybe eight years ago, on that rainy night on the way to Liwu Mountain, he could have jumped down the cliff, he could have died, but he was alive, maybe he could have died under the sword of the white-clothed masked man who stole the sword when he was just condensing his qi......

Between the lightning and flint, Lin Yizhi, who was originally like a walking corpse, suddenly rose straight up from the mud, his eyes burned, and the blood all over his body poured up in an instant, bombarding the depths of his entire soul.

He was stunned, and this extremely sudden movement made his already muddy face burst with more muddy water.

However, Lin Yizhi didn't seem to be aware of it, and he didn't even wipe it. He seemed to think of something suddenly.

Eight years ago, the man in the white mask gave him a familiar feeling that he had never felt before, but he was wearing a bronze mask, and he couldn't see his true face.

At this moment, the Immortal Hidden Sword Pavilion on this stormy night was also a man in white, and he was especially surprised that he looked exactly the same as himself.

White clothes and white clothes, temperament and temperament. The light and shadow instantly elongated from that day eight years ago to this moment, and suddenly coincided.

Like, too similar! The texture of the white clothes can't hide the temperament itself.

Lin Yizhi is completely sure that this is not a coincidence, tonight the man in white and the man in white in the bronze mask eight years ago should be completely alone!

Lin Yizhi finally understood why the man in white wore an unreasonable bronze mask back then. He must have worn a bronze mask to disguise his identity or appearance.

But this doesn't make sense, to leave the Sorrow Sect and steal the sword, it must be a person in the Demon Sect, and the people in the Demon Sect have always been like fire and water with the people in the righteous path, and they don't need to wear any masks to hide their identity. However, the man in white eight years ago was wearing a bronze mask.

Well, there is only one theory that makes sense, that is, the man in white eight years ago and the man in white today are the same person, and the purpose of his bronze mask can only be......

He has the same face as Lin Yiyi, and this matter must have been known to the man in white or the person in charge behind the white man from the beginning!

Eight years! Lin Yizhi realized it later.

Not necessarily, this masked man in white has never left in the past eight years, hiding in a dark place like a nightmare, disguised himself, waiting for an opportunity to send the most fatal blow to Lin Yizhi and even the Leaving Sorrow Sect.

Eight years ago, sword theft!

Three years ago, he attacked and killed Ouyang Yue!

Now, he suddenly attacked again, killed Hu Feng, and tried to steal the Immortal Hidden Sword for the second time!

This pile, piece by piece, is the "masterpiece" of him, this person with the same face as himself!

It's just that even if Lin Yizhi knew this, he still couldn't find out who this white-clothed man who looked exactly like himself was, he hid it too deeply, too seamlessly.

Lin Yizhi felt that there were two senses in his body that were constantly boiling and intertwining. One is full of heat, because this is a shocking secret, Lin Yizhi will be enthusiastic when he thinks of it, and he can't wait to find out the truth of the matter at once; the other is downright cold, because Lin Yizhi knows that this person must not have gone far, he may be plotting with the woman in black and the third person behind the scenes for the next earth-shattering plan.

"Ah......h He should hurry to the main hall of the Leaving Sorrow Sect and tell everyone what he saw and thought, only in this way can he find out the murderer as quickly as possible.

Although there was a faint pain in his chest because of the Silence Demon Heart, Lin Yizhi stood up in the wind and rain in an instant.

If you take a step, you will go towards the main hall of sorrow.

Suddenly, he saw a faint blue streamer across the sky in the boundless rain curtain, and the next moment the blue shirt fluttered, out of the world.

Duanmu Ningque!

"How are you?......" He saw her, and she saw him. Both of them asked eagerly at the same time.

He and she were both stunned, and then said at the same time again: "I'm fine......"

Lin Yizhi was stunned for a moment, and Duanmu Ningque's heart was also shocked, but his face was still cold and indifferent.

Duanmu Ningque took a few steps closer and asked, "Why did I rush halfway here, and suddenly the six-mangled vision filled the sky, and this vision has not dissipated yet?

Her tone was rarely concerned.

The heavy rain wet her black hair, and the rain formed countless small droplets, which seemed to be tied between her hairline for a long time, unwilling to fall.

The rain made her look even more beautiful.

Lin Yizhi's expression darkened, and he said in a low voice: "Duanmu...... We've got the tiger out of the mountains!"

Duanmu Ningque raised his eyebrows coldly, and said hurriedly: "Xianyin is lost?"

Lin Yizhi shook his head and sighed: "The Immortal Hidden Divine Sword is good, but ...... But Hu Feng ......"

Duanmu sighed and waved his hand slowly.

Lin Yizhi stopped talking, and the two of them stood quietly in the rain, silent.

The sound of the rain was like weaving, and it was cold to the bone.

Duanmu Ningque's expression was like this rain, and he said lightly: "Hu Feng...... Dead, right?"

Lin Yizhi nodded, and then seemed to want to say something, his voice and speed of speech were a little eager: "Duanmu...... When I entered the Immortal Hidden Sword Pavilion, I happened to collide with the murderer. ”

Duanmu Ningque nodded lightly, and his voice was indifferent: "Even if you use the Demon Destroying Heart, the murderer still ran away, right?"

Lin Yi was stunned and said in a low voice: "Yes...... But ......" Lin Yizhi's voice was sincere, and he said eagerly: "I saw the clothes and appearance of the murderer. ”

He didn't wait for Duanmu Ningque to speak, and said: "Dressed in white, and Duanmu, you have to believe me, it's incredible that the man in white looks exactly like me."

Duanmu raised his head suddenly, with a hint of tenderness in his cold eyes, and said slowly: "I believe you ......"

Lin Yizhi continued to take care of himself: "Moreover, I know how he broke the ban of the Sword Pavilion of the Immortal Hidden Sword Pavilion, he has a Xuantie Juyuan Order in his hand that is exactly the same as ours, but there is no word on the Juyuan Order!"

"I believe in you......"

"So, I guess there are three people behind this incident, the man in white, the woman in black, and the person who gave the man in white the Juyuan Order, this person should be the first seat, and only the first seat can cast the Juyuan Order. ”

"I believe in you......"

"And Duanmu, according to my speculation, this man in white is the one who stole the sword eight years ago, and he is also the murderer who killed Ouyang Yue three years ago!" Lin Yizhi became more and more excited the more he spoke, and his breathing became short.

Duanmu Ningque still looked at him lightly, with a hint of tenderness in his cold eyes, and said slowly: "I believe you ......"

After Lin Yizhi said these words, his expression was extremely excited, and he only felt that his blood was surging upward, and he subconsciously pulled Duanmu Ningque's hand and said loudly: "Duanmu, let's go to the Great Hall of Sorrow and explain this matter clearly." ”

As he spoke, he took Duanmu Ningque's hand and walked forward.

Between the tentacles, Lin Yizhi felt that her hands were also as cold as her people.

Just took two steps, Lin Yizhi felt that something was wrong, stopped suddenly, and turned his head to look.

In the heavy rain, Duanmu Ningque still stood in place, motionless.

The rain hit her beautiful face, and there was an indescribable amazement.

She stood there, her expression cold, her eyes like water.

It's just that those watery eyes gently fell on the hand he was holding her.

Lin Yi was stunned, his heart trembled, and he hurriedly let go of her hand.

She didn't seem to care, she casually hid her plain hand between the tulle on her sleeves, and then looked at Lin Yizhi casually.

Lin Yi was stunned and said in a low voice: "Duanmu, don't you believe me?"

Duanmu Ningque shook his head gently, there was a little helplessness in his eyes, and said softly: "Lin Yizhi, in this world, if I don't believe in you, no one will believe in you." But what if I believe you alone, these words are only your words, do you think that the first seat of the whole temple will believe you?"

"I .......," Lin Yizhi said.

"If Hu Feng is not dead, maybe everything is okay to say, but Hu Feng is dead, and you and I both know that the deadliest murderer is one of the first seats, do you think he will let you pass the test easily? You don't say anything, maybe you can wait for a few days to die, if you say all these words immediately, that first seat will definitely get rid of you and then quickly!" Duanmu Ningque's voice was cold, but the helplessness and worry in his words came to his face.

When Lin Yizhi heard this, his pupils shrank instantly, as if cold water was poured on his head, he had to admit that what Duanmu Ning Que said was completely correct, he was still too simple and naïve, and the world was cold and warm, it was really too far and too far away.

He originally thought that the coldness and tranquility in Duanmu Ningque's temperament were not cannibalistic fireworks in the world, but after these words, he realized that Duanmu Ningque was not a fireworks in the world, but that he saw through the warmth and coldness of the world, and the coldness of people's hearts, and when he saw through it, he disdained it and was indifferent.

Lin Yizhi stayed on the spot, without saying a word.

Suddenly, he raised his head and said astringently: "Duanmu, what should I do?"

Duanmu Ningque looked at him with a little distress and reluctance, and suddenly, he turned his head away and didn't look at him again. The voice was cold: "You...... Let's go now...... Go as far as you can, the best, never come back!, here...... I ......."

Tears slipped silently, as cold as the rain on the face.

It's just that Lin Yizhi didn't know that she was crying, and she didn't want him to see it.

"Let's go ......" Lin Yizhi's voice trembled, with a little bitterness and confusion.

Eight years, since escaping from Fengling Village, he has stayed in the Liwu Sect with peace of mind, although there are such and such difficulties, but this is the only place where he can hide from the wind and rain.

Master respect, sister and sister, there are too many people he cares about, there are too many things he can't let go, everything here has long been inseparable from his life.

But now, the farther away the better, never to return!

How could he bear to walk away, and how did he do it?

Even if he really ruthlessly escaped from Liwu Mountain, but the world is so big, where can he go?

He looked up and glanced at the heavy rain that still did not stop at all, and his voice was bitter and confused: "Let's go...... Where can I go......"

Duanmu Ningque's voice was unusually firm: "The sea of silence in the extreme east, the necromantic swamp in the extreme west, the wilderness and flame region in the extreme south, the snowy region of Kunlun in the extreme north, thousands of rivers and mountains, and the ends of the earth. You can go anywhere, and you can wander in the world. ”

Lin Yiyi shook his head and muttered as if talking to himself: "The sea swamp is barren and snowy, it is too far away from me, too illusory. No matter how good it is in the world, I just want to stay in this vast mountain of sorrow, I won't go anywhere!"

Duanmu Ningque raised his eyebrows, and said in a somewhat cold voice: "You'd rather wait here for death than leave, right?"

Lin Yizhi smiled bitterly and said, "Duanmu, you don't have to be comforted." Tonight, if I leave this religion and walk into this storm, I will no longer be a child of sorrow, but just a lonely ghost wandering outside......"

He raised his eyes and looked at Duanmu Ningque, his eyes full of broken sadness: "Duanmu, maybe you don't know, three years ago, I was obsessed with the sea of fire because of my private intrusion, and in order to prevent me from being punished, the master wanted to cut off the master-apprentice relationship with me and drive me out of the sect of sorrow." If I really want to see the appearance of those red dusts you mentioned, why should I wait for these three years? Three years ago, I was beaten by my master and bruised all over my body, and I didn't choose to betray the Sect of Sorrow, and today, it is even more impossible for me to do it!"

After that, there was no confusion in his eyes, as if he had made up all his minds.

Duanmu Ningque vaguely remembered that three years ago, Lin Yizhi, who still had a trace of blood on her left arm, was still very strange at the time, and now she finally knew the answer.

It's just that she doesn't want Lin Yizhi to leave, don't say that the beauty she said about the wandering world is really as beautiful as she said, and she is reluctant to let him leave.

At the end of the world, the two forget each other.

However, Duanmu Ningque gritted his teeth and secretly strengthened his determination, Lin Yizhi, no matter what way you think of today, I will let you leave this place, even if it makes you hate me, I can't watch you wait for death!

Duanmu Ningque's voice suddenly turned cold and said, "Lin Yizhi, you really don't want to leave, do you?"

Lin Yizhi seemed to be aware of Duanmu Ningque's suddenly cold tone, but his mind had been decided, even if she was unhappy, I would not change.

"If you really don't leave...... Lin Yizhi looked at the boundless rain curtain and said word by word.

The ghostly light flashed, in the rain curtain, the sword aura was forested, and the cangli burst out of the sheath, Duanmu Ningque horizontal sword in his hand, pointed to Lin Yizhi three feet in front of him, and said coldly: "Let me ask again, do you go or not?"

Lin Yizhi didn't expect Duanmu Ningque to force him to leave the Liwu Sect with his sword, although he was a little shocked in his heart, but in an instant, he smiled slowly and said in a low voice: "Duanmu ...... Why are you bothered? I said, I'm not leaving!"

Duanmu Ningque's cold eyes flashed, the Cangli in his hand trembled slightly, and he was a foot closer to Lin Yizhi's chest, and said in a cold voice: "To go or not to go?"

"Don't ......go," Lin Yizhi said softly, but these two words were unprecedented.

He suddenly smiled sadly at Duanmu and said, "Duanmu, I know that you are good for me, but I don't know how to lift, if you kill me, you can only get angry!"

Duanmu Ningque's expression was already as cold as ice, and the hand holding the Cangli Divine Sword slowly trembled at some point. She suddenly snorted coldly, and a faint blue cold light from the divine sword slammed towards Lin Yizhi's chest.

A sword swinged, stirring the rain full of swords, splashing like mist, reflecting the blue glow, like a dream.

However, the momentum was also staggering.

Even Lin Yizhi couldn't help but be forced by the cold sword aura of the Cangli Divine Sword to "kick and kick" several steps back.

Above the chest, the Cangli is so cold and there!

"Are you going or not leaving?"

"I ......" Lin Yizhi was gloomy for a while, and suddenly called in a low voice: "Duanmu ......"

Duanmu Ningque's eyes suddenly became sad and sad, and in this dark night of cold and rain, she shouted in a sad voice: "You go, you go, you go, you go, you go, ......you go,

The light blue gauze fluttered in the wind and rain, and the poignant figure was heartbreaking.

"Let's go......"

She suddenly seemed to lose all her strength, slowly lowered her wrist, and the blue light flashed, and suddenly disappeared.

In the wind and rain, two people stood there silently, lost their souls.

Duanmu Ningque knew that his stubbornness was himself, and he couldn't be convinced, not to mention in what capacity he could convince him.

Lin Yizhi...... Why are you so stupid, do you know that the heavenly bell of the Great Hall of Sorrow has already sounded throughout the valley, and in a short time, all the heads, Qingxuan, and Heavenly Anger will come to you to ask for guilt!" Duanmu Ningque muttered, as if talking to himself.

Lin Yizhi smiled faintly: "So what, it's just a death......

Duanmu Ning raised his head suddenly, and his eyes were full of mourning: "Lin Yizhi, don't worry, if you will really be executed, then I will desperately ask for a real person to be in charge of the sect and let me carry out the order to kill you...... Rest assured, I promise it's light...... You won't be in pain!"

Lin Yizhi smiled sadly, he wanted to go over and hug her, but he tried a few times, but finally gave up, just let the heavy rain fill his head, and said softly: "Duanmu...... Actually, I know everything...... ...... three years ago ...... at this moment Duanmu, thank you......"

At this moment, in the rainy night, a gray light and shadow suddenly crossed, and a murderous and angry shout came from mid-air: "Wu Na bastard Lao Wu, cause trouble to the zenith, and still don't come out to receive death......"

When Lin Yizhi heard this, he suddenly felt happy in his heart, the master is here! Is it here to help me?

But Duanmu Ningque was secretly tightened in his heart, Lu Wujian came, which means that the first seat of each vein is not coming soon! Also, this Lu Wujian tone is already angry, and Lin Yizhi wants to die!

How can I bear it!

You are his master, and I will block you!

Duanmu Ning Que A blue shadow had already crossed Lin Yizhi, and towards the gray shadow that had just fallen, his sword flashed.