Embers

The spring breeze passes by, the ice and snow melt, pear blossoms are all over the branches, and it is another spring year.

The courtyard was full of pear blossoms, but no one was looking at them. In the secret room of the study, Ye Bozhou and Yu Jian were studying the "Cuo Hua Xin Jing".

With Ye Bozhou's guidance and help, Ember has made rapid progress.In many cases, Ye Bozhou needs to do his best to fight against it.

With the improvement of this skill, the number of times Ember lost control became less and less, and every time Ye Bozhou was by his side, he could control it.

Losing control again and being suppressed by Ye Bozhou, Ember sat there sweating profusely, drenched all over.

"Let's stop here for today, master will prepare bath water for you."

Ye Bozhou felt sorry for his appearance, so he suggested this.

But Ember still gritted her teeth and shook her head.

Of course Ye Bozhou knew what he was anxious about. In fact, since the night of New Year's Eve, the two of them haven't had a good night's sleep.

But he was young after all, and his body couldn't help being tossed like this.Ye Bozhou had no choice but to touch his sleeping point, carried him back to the room to scrub and prepare for sleep.

The moment he was put on the bed, Ember suddenly opened his eyes, and the inside was empty and cold, with no warmth at all.

Ye Bozhou was startled, and then a cold and stiff hand grabbed his wrist.

He reacted very quickly, he shook Ember's hand away forcefully, and moved his palm to his forehead.

Ember's eyeballs trembled, and her expression gradually lost its stiffness.

"Master..."

Ye Bozhou frowned, and said in a serious tone, "I can't control you anymore."

Ember was taken aback when he heard the words, and then the chill quickly spread all over his body.

Ye Bozhou smiled reassuringly, touched his lips lightly, and said softly, "I will find a way."

In the imperial palace, an exquisite palace with closed doors, Fu Yan sunbathed on the imperial concubine's bed, and two guards stood beside him with expressionless faces.

"I said—can you two go home for dinner? It makes me sick to be here all the time watching."

One of them said coldly: "We are here to protect you by His Majesty's order, and I hope the Seventh Prince will understand."

The corner of Fu Yan's mouth twitched: "If he's upset, I'll make me a king. I'll get out of the palace right away without any hesitation. Why should I be under house arrest like this, and I have to have good wine and good food."

The face of the other one also sank: "Seventh Prince, don't be disrespectful to His Majesty!"

Hearing this, Fu Yan patted his ears irritably, and sighed: "Yu Jin, if I knew this earlier, I should have brought you here to accompany me..."

The guards stopped talking, but their expressions changed in the next instant.

On Fu Yan's neck, blood-red complex patterns appeared at some point, and began to spread at an extremely fast speed!

The guards looked at each other, and Fu Yan's figure was already in front of him before the knife had time, and he pinched a guard's neck with both hands, lifting them up from the ground with such great force!

The two struggled, their faces began to flush, and it was extremely difficult to breathe.

"...Come... come here..."

"Seventh Prince, I'm sorry!"

A voice came from behind, and Fu Yan turned around, and was immediately stopped by a palm.

The commander of the guards quickly withdrew his palm, and told the guards behind him, "Send some more people here."

The two guards who were busy panting on the ground were still puzzled: "Didn't you say that everything is fine at the lower string door? How could it still be..."

Fu Yan got up from the ground, coughed twice, and showed them an evil smile.

"That's right, it's just that you are always here to bother me, and then you commit another crime, what should I do?"

The two guards were trembling with fright and dared not speak anymore.

Pear blossoms are falling, cicadas are singing everywhere, and summer is here.

This is the tenth year of Embers to Boomgate.

This year, Nie Budu turned 25 years old.

The whole rivers and lakes began to turmoil, because according to the outside world, Nie Budu will definitely die this year.

All people with ulterior motives began to stir up.Once Nie Budu died, the Demon Cult would have no leader. At that time, it would be easy to break the Demon Cult.

But the Devil's Cult, under the watchful eyes of everyone, remained silent, just like any other year in the past.

This can't help but make people start to wonder, is it true that the rumors from the outside world are false?Nie Budu doesn't necessarily die at the age of 25?

At this time, Nie Budu himself was sitting in the inner hall of Wanyue Villa, enjoying tea leisurely.

The owner of the villa, Mu Yuanshan, smiled and said, "Master Nie, this is the top-quality Biluochun, and only those in the palace can drink it in this world. How do you like it? Do you still like it?"

Nie Budu smiled leisurely: "That's right."

Mu Yuanshan hurriedly said: "Then I will send someone to pack some for you and send it to the Demon Sect."

Nie Budu yawned lazily: "Okay."

Seeing him like this, Mu Yuanshan tentatively asked: "The batch of goods..."

Nie Budu pretended to be casually looking at the tea in the cup, his eyes flashed: "I will give you [-]% profit."

Mu Yuanshan was overjoyed: "Really? Thank you so much!"

The corners of Nie Budu's mouth curled up slightly: "Really."

If they didn't cooperate with the Demon Sect, Wanyue Villa should have received [-]% of the profits, but now they can only get [-]% of the profits, but they still don't know it, and they are still grateful to Nie Budu.

"Master Nie, whenever there is a need in the future, Wanyue Villa will definitely help you!"

Nie Budu got up Shiran, and said with a smile: "This is great, the Demon Sect is also very willing to cooperate with Guishanzhuang, and I don't care about the death of my disciples."

Mu Yuanshan choked up and quickly thanked him.

Seeing that Nie Budu was about to leave, he hesitated for a long time, but still couldn't help but say, "Master Nie, about the rumors in Jianghu..."

Nie Budu waved his hands with his back to him, and his voice leisurely seemed to have a little smile: "Do they say that I will die when I die? A little fantasy is a good thing, but too much fantasy is self-deception."

Seeing his back slowly disappearing from sight, Mu Yuanshan wiped off a cold sweat before recovering from the shock.

In other words, the rumors in the arena are actually false?Nie Budu wouldn't die at the age of 25?

Then, if he took his life to despise the Devil's Cult not long ago, wouldn't it be——

The boy came in from the backyard.

"Father, isn't he just a dying person, why are you so scared?"

Mu Yuanshan stared at him: "What do you know!"

The young man hated iron and steel: "Nie Budu is plotting against us, why can't even you see it! You are also in collusion with the Demon Cult, if you let the other sects of Baidao know about it, how can we gain a foothold in the world in the future? "

Mu Yuanshan said angrily: "Shut up! Can't you see it? How have we made any money by cooperating with the Baidao sect for many years? But this time we can make a lot of money by cooperating with the Demon Sect! In my opinion, The Devil's Cult is much more righteous than those old things."

As for Nie Budu, as soon as he returned to the Devil's Cult, he couldn't restrain his madness, and was restrained by the left and right guardians and several masters.

While pressing him, Mo Yuan said to the others: "Be careful, don't hurt him! ... Hey, hey, right protector, please put away your sword..."

After all this tossing, it took a long time, and it was dusk when everything calmed down.

A ray of afterglow slanted in through the window, sprinkled on the floor, and coated Nie Budu's figure with a layer of soft gold.

"Master."

Mo Yuan looked at his back.

"time is limited……"

After finishing speaking in a low voice, Nie Budu turned around and looked at him with an unpredictable expression: "Changing clothes, I'm going to go to the Xiaxianmen."

At night, Ember and Ye Bozhou slumped in the dark for a while and were about to go to sleep, but Ye Bozhou suddenly opened his eyes in the dark.

"someone is coming."

He whispered against Ember's ear, "Pretend to be asleep."

Ember tensed all over, closed her eyes and breathed as smoothly as possible.

Under the moonlight, a black figure appeared on the window.

The door was pushed open with a creak.

The masked man in black walked in quietly and went all the way to the bed. Seeing the two lying on the same bed, he made a surprised sound.

Then a hand grabbed his throat.

Ye Bozhou on the bed looked at him clearly, clutching his neck: "Who are you?"

The man in black frowned, turned his wrist, and took out a dagger from an unknown place, aiming at Ember's face to stab it.

Ye Bozhou was startled, and immediately let go of him, and the man in black took the opportunity to flip away from the window very quickly.

Ye Bozhou glanced at Ember, pressed his forehead to indicate that it was okay, got up and chased him out.

Ember opened her eyes, and just about to sit up, she saw another black figure silently appearing at the door.

Ye Bozhou is still chasing someone, this person has good lightness kungfu and runs very fast.

He found that the figure of the man in black looked familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere before.But he couldn't remember where he saw it.

After chasing for a long time, the man in black gradually became exhausted. Ye Bozhou finally caught him.

Pulling off his veil, Ye Bozhou froze.

Mo Yuan stared at him.

During the martial arts conference, Ye Bozhou had seen him before, so he naturally knew that he was the secret envoy of the Demon Cult, and he often followed Nie Budu.

Ye Bozhou understood his purpose in an instant, but he still pretended not to know and frowned: "Why are you? What are you doing at Xiaxianmen?"

Mo Yuan didn't say anything, trying hard to get rid of his restraint.

Ye Bozhou looked at him, wanted to say a few more words, and suddenly realized something was wrong.

He doesn't look nervous at all!

After thinking about it, panic suddenly hit my heart, could it be...

not good!

Letting go of Mo Yuan, Ye Bozhou rushed back to his room.

When he reached the door, there was only Ember in the room.He sat on the bed and looked at the door, unable to see his expression clearly in the darkness.

Ye Bozhou tentatively asked, "Jin'er?"

Ember let out a low "hmm".

Ye Bozhou breathed a sigh of relief, lit the lamp, closed the doors and windows, and went to the bedside to examine him carefully.

"Someone came here just now?"

There was still a touch of emotion in Ember's eyes: "It's Nie Budu."

Ye Bozhou was startled: "Nie Budu?"

Ember nodded: "He said that if he couldn't get the things after three days, he would kill my elder brother."

"He actually came in person."

As Ye Bozhou was talking, he suddenly noticed that Ember was trembling slightly.

Pulling up his right hand, blood seeped out from between the fingers.

Ye Bozhou's heart sank, he opened his fingers, and in his palm lay a bloody finger.

Ember looked at the finger without saying a word, her expression very ugly.