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Everyone was waiting to see the miraculous effect of Huisheng Pill, but what they heard the next night was the death letter from Master Xue Laoshan.
Under the strict protection of Duanmai Mountain, Master Xue Laoshan died by caesarean section. The condition was miserable and he died silently.
"The Demon Cult sneaked in secretly!" Someone panicked and commotioned.
However, the principals of the various forces have different ideas.
The Resurrection Pill is a good thing. Is this something only the Demon Cult wants?
Opening the stomach, I am afraid that the murderer hopes that the Huisheng Pill has not been digested
Such vicious thoughts
Jian Yinghua, the martial arts leader who was supposed to preside over the overall situation and coordinate the various families, guarded Xue Laoshan's body like crazy, his eyes were bloodshot, he cried and laughed, and all he said was howling, which was hard to hear.
Guan Hanhai was considerate for him with tears in his eyes: "Yinghua was taken back to the mountain by her master to be adopted since she was a child, and she has been with her day and night for more than ten years, she is better than a close relative"
In order to save Lao Xue's life, Jian Yinghua dared to think about returning to Shengdan, but in the end, he killed Lao Shanzhu all of a sudden.
People felt the same way and sighed.
Duanmai Mountain was covered with white flags, and everyone stayed behind, preparing to send a funeral for Old Mountain Master Xue in three days.
Yanji and Zining also went to the coffin to burn a stick of incense.
Jian Yinghua was not as young as the weak crown, and was cared for by Duanmai Mountain since she was a child. Although she has excellent bones and outstanding martial arts, she has always had a youthful spirit. After encountering a great change, he changed overnight. He was in a daze, gloomy and reticent.
He stared at the coffin.
When Zining saw him, he felt very uncomfortable. I don't know if it's because of pity, or because the fireworks in the mourning hall are too heavy.
Bai Yiyan followed them.
She chased after burning incense, there should be no noise outside the mourning hall, she was not in a hurry, and directly waved to the followers who stayed outside.
The attendants stood in front of Yanji and Zining, their heads bowed in fear.
Who else would dare to block Yan Ji's way.
Zi Ning noticed that the attendant was trembling and his face was pale.
But this is outside the mourning hall of Master Xue Laoshan, there should be no blood. Yan Ji stopped, and he swept past Bai Yiyan indifferently.
"Master Yan."
Bai Yiyan was also a little nervous. She glanced at Zining strangely, then lowered her voice and said, "I have something to tell you."
Yanji remained silent, raised her jaw slightly, and signaled her to get out of the way.
"Patriarch Yan," Bai Yiyan said anxiously, "Just listen to me. Is it possible that we are going to argue in front of the spirit of Laoshan Master"
Yan Ji was a little unhappy, but after glancing at the mourning hall behind him, he agreed.
Bai Yiyan said again: "Miss Zining, please wait here, I I have something important to do." Her expression seemed to be pointing, and it was hard to say anything.
Zi Ning thought of the eerie silence of Bai Yiyan next door that night, and couldn't help being silent.
She nodded and turned sideways, unwilling to entangle her any more.
Yanji frowned slightly, took a deep look at Zining, and followed Bai Yiyan around the corner.
He intentionally exposed half of his body, and Zi Ning could see the corners of his robe and sleeves swaying in the breeze.
"you say"
A voice suddenly came from behind. It was Jian Yinghua who came out of the mourning hall. He didn't look up at Zining, but was talking to her.
"What can a person gain in this life?"
Zi Ning held the black sheath sword in his arms, and turned his eyes away from him.
She always thought that Jian Yinghua could see the bottom at a glance, but now she felt that he was complicated and turbid, floating and sinking unknown things. It's just that she has never looked at this person carefully before, so it's only natural that she can't see through.
Jian Yinghua said: "In this life, my hands are empty and I have nothing."
He slowly raised his head and met Zining's gaze.
Zi Ning felt that his eyes made her unhappy. She turned her head to look at Yan Ji's robe sleeve, and said: "Everyone is the same, and so am I."
Who is not nothing. She, too, has nothing and can't hold on to anything.
Jian Yinghua stared at her.
She felt in a daze that the great change in life hadn't eliminated Jian Yinghua's young Mu Ai. He seemed to regard her as something to depend on.
Yan Ji turned around from the corridor and looked at her. He stood there with extremely clear and bright eyes, unstoppable, as if he would not be shaken by anything.
He stretched out his hand and said, "Zining."
Zi Ning walked towards Yan Ji without looking back.
Bai Yiyan had disappeared, and Zining didn't hear what they said at all.
Yanji remained silent as always, he was in front of her, and he couldarrive.
But one cannot really be caught by another.
He is him, she is her.
However, the Demon Sect was stalking and pressing every step of the way. The knight-errant who had been at ease for thirteen years was already too dull to parry. The main force that once fought against the Demon Cult died one after another.
Zining is just a grass under the big tree of Yan's family, lucky enough to be surrounded by Yanji's branches.
Turning around the corridor, there was a long wind blowing through the hall, blowing her hair up, Yan Ji took a step to the right to block the wind in front of her.
His robe sleeves rolled up and danced beside her.
Zi Ning lowered his eyes.
On the day of the funeral, there were many rumors.
It is rumored that when Master Xue Laoshan died, the reason why his stomach was cut open was because the Huisheng Pill could not only bring the dead back to life. Consuming it can increase one's cultivation for thirty years, and Huisheng Pill is an out-and-out treasure.
Guan Hanhai was furious when this kind of secret was spread to everyone and humiliated the old mountain master who passed away.
He ordered a thorough investigation to find out who leaked the secret.
After checking and checking, the source was found on Yan Ji's head.
On the night Xue Laoshan took the medicine, Yan Ji once told his maid about this secret. People speculated that it was precisely because the murderer overheard these words that led to the tragic death of Master Xue Laoshan.
For a while, wherever Yan's people passed by, everyone kept silent and showed signs with their eyes.
Although everyone knew that the rumors were not entirely credible, and there were many exaggerations in them, but the rumors described the incident in an extremely evocative and eye-catching manner, and Duanmai Mountain finally vented their anger due to grief, which created a estrangement from Yanji.
When Yanji left, no one came to see him off.
Thirteen miles away from Duanmai Mountain, a group of people from Jinhong Pavilion stopped on the road.
The leader was the Great Elder of the Jinhong Pavilion, and he said confidently: "Borrow a picture of a beauty from Patriarch Yan."
Qian Bi's face was cold: "Elder Jin's words are unreasonable!"
Elder Jin said: "So what if it's unreasonable? I, the third elder of the Jinhong Pavilion, died in battle for the Devil's Sect. My bones were not cold yet, but Patriarch Yan indulged in his passion and leaked the secret of the Resurrection Pill, so that Patriarch Xue died. So far, the beauty wants to die again." I'm afraid it's absolutely inappropriate for Yan to keep it."
"You!" Qian Bi moved forward angrily, and with a touch of her hand on her waist, a slender soft sword unexpectedly popped out.
The Great Elder of the Jinhong Pavilion laughed loudly: "The blood of the Yan family has always been sentimental. I thought that the owner of the Yan family was an exception, but unexpectedly, he stood up and fell into the gentle village.
"Seventeen years ago, Miss Yan, Yanji, was kidnapped by the leader of the demon cult to give birth. I am afraid that the owner of Yan family has not been able to find out the relationship."
Yan's servants all paid attention, each with a cold face, and the atmosphere was tense.
The gatekeepers of Jinhong Pavilion stood on both sides, looking nervous.
"Well, even if Patriarch Yan doesn't want to give the picture of beauty to me for safekeeping in Jinhong Pavilion, he should let the people of the world see the mystery hidden in it, lest, like the Huisheng Pill that claims to be a good medicine for curing diseases, the treasure of the Demon Cult has other uses, but Keep us guys in the dark."
The Great Elder of the Jinhong Pavilion suddenly looked ambiguous: "Orthe beauty in the painting is not suitable for showing people? After all, it was drawn by the leader of the Demon Cult for his beloved¡ª"
Yanji drew his sword, the black scabbard sword buzzed angrily.
The Great Elder of the Jinhong Pavilion was shocked, and drew his sword to face each other, but he couldn't catch up with the cold light.
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