The villains are all my vests

Chapter 251 Once upon a time there was a Cangming Mountain (43)

Sure enough, Zhao Lu had dinner with Gu Zhihuan and the three of them.

He doesn't talk much, but he is the backbone of the Cangming faction after all, seeing him by his side, Gu Zhihuan and the three of them actually feel a lot more at ease.

Too many things have happened in the past few days, and Zhao Lu has never been seen.

To be honest, Gu Zhihuan has always been uncertain.

In case something happened, with her cultivation level, she might not be able to protect herself and others.

Sighing silently, Gu Zhihuan felt a little headache.

It's not that she didn't think about it, she cultivated a terrifying strength by herself, but she was born with a broken spiritual root and had no adventures, so Gu Zhihuan could only practice the combined vertical sword technique of the Cangming School over and over again.

It's just that until now Gu Zhihuan hasn't found anything amazing about Hezong swordsmanship.

After dinner, the four of them went back to their rooms to rest.

Gu Zhihuan lay on the bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.

She didn't close the window, just able to see the sky outside.

The black cloud has weighed down very low.

Strictly, you can't see the scene behind the cloud at all.

It seems that the picture before the usual heavy rain is a little different.

But Gu Zhihuan couldn't tell what was wrong, he just instinctively felt that there was something hidden in the clouds, which made people extremely uncomfortable.

She even had the idea of ​​rushing forward and stabbing Yun upside down.

Gu Zhihuan pressed his eyebrows.

She is not an impulsive person, most of the time, Gu Zhihuan appears calm and reserved.

But today, for some reason, some strange thoughts in my heart are always drawn out for no reason.

The wind was terribly cold at night.

When it is patted on the face, it is like ice scum.

Gu Zhihuan turned around most of the night, and finally fell asleep in a daze.

But this time she didn't sleep well.

For a while, I dreamed of the spiritual luck that I met once.

His face was so pale that no blood could be seen.

The hand stretched out to him was pale and slender, but when he looked carefully, it was almost gentle.

After a while, I dreamed of voodoo in the Hall of Life and Death.

The flesh and blood all over his body were eroded by the demonic energy, leaving only white bones.

Hiding in dungeons all year round, life is worse than death.

In the middle of sleeping, Gu Zhihuan's heart skipped a beat, she felt flustered for no reason, and she sat up abruptly.

It was half dark outside the window.

The wind blows and shakes the tree, and the mottled tree shadow spreads beside the bed.

Gu Zhihuan couldn't sleep anymore, she turned over and put on a black coat, wrapped it up, opened the door, took a jug of wine, and went to the courtyard.

The clouds were so thick that no moonlight could be seen.

Gu Zhihuan sat alone in the courtyard for a long time, drank half a jar of wine, and finally regained his sleepiness.

She shook the wine jar, stood up, and planned to go back to sleep.

There were hurried footsteps outside the courtyard.

It was too quiet at night, and the sound of footsteps was particularly harsh.

Gu Zhihuan's heart beat even harder.

She turned around holding the wine jar, and saw Wu Xie striding over.

Perhaps there was no light, and his face was terribly white.

Seeing Gu Zhihuan standing in the courtyard and not falling asleep, Wu Xie was also stunned for a moment.

Gu Zhihuan said hesitantly: "You—"

Wu Xie couldn't wait to interrupt her before she uttered the first word: "Something went wrong!"

Gu Zhihuan tightened his grip on the wine jar.

Wu Xie said slowly and solemnly, "Ouyang Huichun is dead."

Gu Zhihuan slipped his hand, and the wine jar fell to the ground and shattered.

The rich sweet-scented osmanthus fragrance sinks into the ground and disappears quickly.

In just a few days, several people died in succession.

There were still a lot of people in front of the Hall of Life and Death, but everyone's faces were less curious than they were at the beginning, and more dignified and guarded.

Those who fight crickets stop fighting crickets.

Those who talk about musk don't talk about musk anymore.

The various sects stood apart.

When Gu Zhihuan and the others arrived, there were relatively few people.

Zhao Lu thought it would be enough to stand outside, but Wu Xie directly led them to the disciples of the Xiaoyao Sect.

Gu Zhihuan raised his eyebrows, but did not refuse Wu Xian's kindness.

Gu Zhihuan obviously trusted Wu Xian more than others.

The actions of Gu Zhihuan and his party aroused other people's ideas.

But they are not familiar with the Cangming faction, no matter how curious they are, they can only secretly guess a few words.

Gu Zhihuan scurried back and forth, and soon crowded beside Wu Xian.

"What's going on?" Gu Zhihuan asked straight to the point.

Wu Xian's complexion was not very good.

With so many things happening, he has to bear most of the responsibility.

"The disciples under the sect patrolled at night and found Ouyang Huichun's body in the back mountain." Wu Xian said in a deep voice.

Gu Zhihuan frowned.

The back mountain is not far from Wu Xian's residence.

Even if Ouyang Huichun lost more than half of his cultivation, he is not a simple person.

If you attack Ouyang Huichun, it won't make Ouyang Huichun powerless to resist.

Otherwise, Wu Xian might have noticed it long ago.

Gu Zhihuan thought for a while, then lowered his voice: "Is it someone Ouyang Huichun is familiar with?"

There is only this possibility, Ouyang Huichun has no intention of guarding against it.

Wu Xian's expression darkened: "This possibility cannot be ruled out."

One after another, people from all major sects arrived.

Wu Xian briefly explained the matter.

The faces of Bing Xintang's disciples were not particularly good.

Ouyang Huichun is the head of Bing Xin Hall, if something happens to him now, Bing Xin Hall will be leaderless.

Moreover, no one knew whether the opponent was targeting Ouyang Huichun himself, or the entire Bing Xintang.

If it was the latter, even Ouyang Huichun couldn't resist, and they stayed in the Great Suspense, their lives in danger.

Thinking of this, everyone in Bing Xintang had different expressions.

Ouyang Ji was supported by several disciples, he seemed a little unbelievable.

"Master...where's junior brother?" Ouyang Ji reluctantly opened his mouth.

"When we found Ouyang Huichun, he was already dead." Wu Xian paused here, as if he was a little embarrassed, and after a while, he continued: "Wu Xie wanted to bring him back, but just met People are gone."

"No more?" Ouyang Ji was stunned: "What do you mean no more?"

"Turned into ashes..." Wu Xian said.

Everyone in Bing Xintang looked a little annoyed.

The person who did it clearly didn't want to leave Ouyang Huichun's body behind.

Ouyang Ji swayed, if there were not a few disciples supporting him behind him, he might have fallen down.

The people around couldn't bear to look more.

For Ouyang Ji, this half of his life was really too disturbing.

After finally getting out of my head, I was poisoned and went crazy for several years.

When people wake up, their cultivation base is gone, and the junior who brought them up with one hand is also gone.

"Where are the bones and ashes?" Ouyang Ji's voice was almost squeezed out between his teeth.

Wu Xian frowned: "It's for the people in Bing Xintang."

Ouyang Ji was about to ask, when he heard movement behind him.

A disciple of Bing Xin Hall walked towards him tremblingly holding a white jade-colored urn.

Ouyang Ji took a deep breath, he barely raised his hand, trying to catch the urn.

The disciple lowered his head and passed the urn, but unfortunately his hand slipped and the urn fell to the ground and shattered.

The expressions of everyone changed suddenly.

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