After Yi Wei remembered that he was Belo Yuemei, he was not in a hurry to go to Hengshan, but first went to another place, where there was a short but beautiful memory of him, and it can be seen from the frequency and strength of his horsewhip that he seemed to be doing something very urgent, which was enough to see that place was important to him.

Riding his horse at a gallop, hearing only the whirring wind in both ears, he rode fast for a while, he tied his horse to a big tree, carried his sword, and walked forward, until at last his steps stopped at the edge of a lake, the water was as calm as a mirror, and there was a pavilion by the lake, called: Ling'er good news.

Things are people, and they don't have to do anything, and tears flow first. Yesterday, the scenery is old, and I only hope that the Iraqi people are still the same, and the love will last for a long time.

It turned out that Yi Weiyi remembered Mu Ling, he wanted to see how she was, he came to Ling'er Jiayin alone, looked up at Ling'er Jiayin in front of him, and was full of emotion for a while, Mu Ling had healed his injuries here, he had also lived here for a while, he liked the tranquility here, but he knew very well in his heart that this tranquility could never belong to him, because he was burdened with a sea of blood and hatred.

Yi Weiyi quietly came to Mu Ling's residence, he approached Mu Ling's boudoir and found that it was empty, he had lived here for a while, he was familiar with everything here, the layout here, and the smell here.

He held the sword and stood in Mu Ling's boudoir, his eyes reflecting their past, it was a period of time that had nothing to do with the wind and moon, and Yi Weiyi and Mu Ling played two roles that had nothing to do with love and tenderness, although that period was silent, but it was also unforgettable.

Suddenly, there was a sound of footsteps outside the door, Yi Weiyi hurriedly hid behind the curtain, and the two of them talked while walking.

"When will the Priest return?" a voice said.

"I don't know, the sect leader went to Lingsu Mountain Villa to discuss with them about jointly fighting against the Lingdao Sect and the Hengshan Sect, and it is estimated that he will not come back in the next two days. Another voice said.

Then two people came in by pushing the door, Yi Weiyi knew those two people, it was Mu Ling's personal maids, Meizhu and Lanju, Yi Weiyi learned that Mu Ling was not in Ling'er Jiayin, and after the two maids left, Yi Weiyi also left Ling'er Jiayin.

When it was over, Yi Weiyi glanced back at Ling'er Jiayin, and then, turned around, leaving everything behind.

After Yi Weiyi left the good news, he took the horse from under the big tree and drove the horse to the direction of Hengshan alone.

After tossing and turning on the horse's back for a long time, he finally rested at the foot of Heng Mountain, he was a little tired, let the horse graze by the river, and lay down in the nearby forest to rest, in order to avoid people's eyes, he decided to go again in the evening.

After resting in the forest for a while, the tiredness of his body was gone, Yi Weiyi felt that the whole person was much more comfortable, the sky gradually darkened, Yi Weiyi felt that the time was up, so he took his sword and walked towards the woods.

Yi Weiyi came to a forest with a sword alone, and Yi Weiyi had already inquired about the location of Master Lin Yunyang's tomb when he was down the mountain.

He came to Lin Yunyang's tomb, but found a person kneeling in front of the tomb, in front of the tomb full of offerings, incense candles and dark coins, he didn't dare to approach but just hid under a big tree from a distance and watched.

Reflecting the light of the burning of paper money, Yi Weiyi saw the person's face clearly, he knew that person, that person was his aunt Jiang Xinmei, who he hadn't seen for a long time, it turned out that she had come to pay tribute to his deceased father Lin Yunyang.

However, Yi Weiyi was not in a hurry to recognize her, just watched quietly, at this time he had a lot of things in his heart to say to Jiang Xinmei, but he knew very well that now was not the time, he knew that if he told her the fact that the murderer of Lin Yunyang was Tang Jingyao, she would definitely want to kill him, and when the time came, I am afraid that he would not be able to kill Tang Jingyao but put Jiang Xinmei in danger, he knew that he had to tell her all this after all the problems were solved.

After Jiang Xinmei left, Yi Weiyi walked out from behind the tree, he put the sacrifices, incense candles and dark coins he had prepared in front of Lin Yunyang's grave, knelt in front of the grave, and said: "Master, the apprentice is not filial, and he has not been able to avenge you until now, Master must bless the apprentice to kill Tang Jingyao and Zuo Mingfa, and return the Central Plains martial arts to peace." ”

Yi Weiyi stayed in front of Lin Yunyang's grave for a long time, and suddenly heard that there was a group of people in the woods, and the voice was a disciple of the Hengshan faction.

"Do you know what the master asked us to dig this tunnel leading to the Fanyin Valley. A voice said.

"yes, we've been digging for three months, and we don't know what we're going to do with it. Another voice chimed in.

"You don't know this, in a few days there will be a martial arts conference in Hengshan, and the head of the house specially explained that we have to dig the tunnel before the martial arts conference, which must be related to the alliance of Jianghu Hall on the sixth day of October. A voice said, with some smug in its tone.

"It's not that we don't talk too much, we as disciples just need to obey the orders of the master, otherwise we will kill ourselves with moves. A voice said.

Now everyone stopped talking, buried their heads and dug the tunnel, Yi Weiyi cleaned up the sacrifices and firelight in front of Lin Yunyang's grave, and after secretly checking the path of the tunnel, he left alone in the night, according to his agreement with Luo Yuemei, tomorrow is his son to return to Lingsu Villa.