Embers

Seeing him come out, He Daotai exuded extreme anger and ruthlessness.

"Sikong Nanyi! If you don't give me an explanation today, I will never let it go!"

Sikong Nanyi walked slowly in front of him, and said in a deep voice: "The poor Taoist cannot give you an explanation."

He Daotai was so anxious that he didn't understand what he meant for a moment, but felt that he was admitting his guilt: "Very well, then I will ask for an explanation myself!"

As soon as the words finished, he raised his hand and sent a palm, Sikong Nanyi dodged and raised his voice: "You should ask the devil for this statement!"

How could He Daotai, who was in a rage, listen to what he was saying, seeing that he missed a hit, he raised his hand and hit again!

Seeing this, the disciples of the Qinghua sect drew their swords to help, and the disciples of the Wangchen sect looked at each other, but they all came to fight, so naturally they couldn't sit still and drew their swords to fight.

The scene soon became chaotic, Feng Guo Handan came out to suppress it, but it didn't have much effect, Sikong Nanyi managed to avoid He Daotai's attack, so he shouted desperately: "Master He, can you stop!"

He Daotai simply pulled out his sword.

Sikong Nanyi realized that the situation was critical, so he also took out his weapon to fight with him, and said while fighting: "The three of us were discussing things in the study last night, and it is impossible for the other disciples to have the ability to kill the second elder of your sect! Even though the Tianfei Palm Technique is unique to the Wangchen Sect, it doesn't mean that only the disciples of the Wangchen Sect can do it!"

He Daotai was blindsided by what he said: "A few days ago at the martial arts meeting, didn't it be that the younger brother said something that was unfavorable to you! You clearly have a grudge against him to be so vicious, why are you talking nonsense hypocritically at this time!"

Followed by a sword with endless grief and indignation!

Sikong Nanyi couldn't dodge in time, his arm was scratched, blood soon soaked his clothes.

"Didn't you notice that there have been many conflicts between our two factions recently! And they all seem to have appeared out of nowhere! Have you never suspected that someone wants us to kill each other!"

In the blink of an eye, He Daotai froze, and this sentence was like a flash of lightning, instantly illuminating the corner that he had always wanted to see clearly but could not see clearly!

That's right, since the truth of the year was uncovered, he began to wonder why the starting point of that incident was the person who was later killed by them?Instead of those who died earlier?It was as if there were countless connections between the person who revealed the truth and the person who died unjustly.

After his reminder, he seemed to have vaguely understood something—wasn't the disciple who died of the wind and cold at the beginning of the year the son of that person?

Is it because I saw that the child lost his father at a young age and brought him back to the Qinghua School as a disciple out of atonement? !

Seeing that the emotions in his eyes were beginning to fade, Sikong Nanyi breathed a sigh of relief, and said: "When the snipe and the clam fight, the fisherman wins, and the person who wants us to fight to the death and then reap the benefits, there are still people in this world. Who can it be?"

He Daotai's eyes widened suddenly.

But things got out of control from this moment.

The disciples of the two factions had already fought together, but at this time, a disciple of the Wangchen faction did not know whether it was an accident or on purpose, in short, he inserted the long sword into the chest of a disciple of the Qinghua faction!

The Qinghua faction immediately exploded.

He Daotai's secret path is not good, so he tried to stop it, but the scene was too chaotic, swords, lights and swords were fighting, and both sides were red-eyed.

And on the roof not far away, there were two people standing.

A expressionless face, black long gown, hair like frost and snow, dancing in the wind.

One corner of the mouth is slightly turned up, with a playful expression, dressed in black, with long hair tied high.

It was Ember and Mo Yuan.

"They seem to have figured it out." Mo Yuan looked at the battle and smiled, "But it's too late."

Ember's eyes flashed, cold and deep.

Mo Yuan glanced at him, although he didn't want to admit it, but this person did have supreme talent in martial arts.

He actually learned the Tianfei palm technique unique to the Wangchen sect in just seven days!

Although he didn't learn it deeply, but with Ember's own internal strength, he only needs to make an appearance so that no one can see any difference.

About half an hour passed, and the scene finally became less chaotic. At a glance, both sides were injured, dead and wounded, only the two masters stood among the corpses with livid faces.

"Almost?"

Ember nodded slightly.Mo Yuan blew a whistle, and immediately, countless people in black jumped out from every corner. With a wave of his hand, these people flew down and surrounded the disciples and sect masters of the two factions.

In the stagnant atmosphere, Ember walked slowly, with a long sword in his hand, and his clothes fluttering.

At the beginning of Chengtian's 40th year, at the gate of the Wangchen Sect, Daoist Sikong and more than half of his disciples, the head of the Qinghua Sect and some of his disciples were besieged by the demon sect and all died.

In March, the remaining disciples of the two sects all belonged to the Demon Sect.

At this time, Baidao only has one sect left, the Lishan Sect, and the neutral ones are Shenfu, Shitiangong and Zhaixinglou.

At the end of the month, Ember planned to go to each sub-helm to inspect.

He had this idea long before that, but never had the time to do it.Now the Lishan faction's anti-demon sect is like anti-thief, and they have to wait until they are less wary before attacking.

Therefore, Ember took Mo Sui and set off.

Ember is not as particular as Nie Budu, he must take a car when going out.In order to improve efficiency, he and Mo Sui each took a horse, took enough gear, and set out on the road lightly.

Patrol all the way, walk around each sub-rudder, and when we reach Jiangnan, it is already May.

It is the rainy season in the south of the Yangtze River, the sky is indifferent gray, and the misty and rainy buildings are like an ink painting.

Although he has only been to this place once, it has endless special meanings to him.

It's a pity that the pear blossoms have all fallen.

When driving past a teahouse, it seemed that there was a certain destiny in the dark, and Ember raised her head to look over for some reason, and met a pair of surprised eyes.

One person stood leaning on a railing, holding a paper umbrella in his hand, dressed in plain white clothes, and had jet-black hair.

Slightly drooping eyes met his eyes.

With a glimpse, his eyebrows are picturesque.

At this moment, Ember only felt in a trance.

It was not the familiar gentle eyes, but it still made him lose his mind.

Suddenly found that they have not seen for a long time.

Realizing that he stopped suddenly, Mo Sui turned his head and saw Yi Huaizhi upstairs.

The eyes are only intertwined for a moment, but it seems that a hundred years have passed in the blink of an eye.

"Master." Mo Sui had no choice but to remind him.

Ember came back to her senses, immediately withdrew her gaze, pinched the horse's belly, and galloped away.

Yi Huai, the only one left, held the umbrella handle tightly and stared at it for a long time.

"ember……"

He arrived at Jiangnan sub-helm in the afternoon, and the sub-rudder master had already received the news, so he came out here to meet him.

But he was secretly surprised, why the leader seemed to be restless, and he had to tell him a sentence three times before he could react.

"Master, Master?"

Ember's eyes flashed, and she looked at him expressionlessly.

"Master, this is the list of the Qinghua Sect and Wangchen Sect disciples assigned here before, would you like to go and see them?"

Ember nodded slightly, and responded.

At night, for some unknown reason, Ember changed her clothes, took an umbrella and went out, wandering around the streets.

Tired from the journey, it was time to take a good rest.But he didn't feel sleepy at all, he just felt very disturbed, and in the end he simply followed his heart.

It was still raining outside, and the sky was overcast without a single star.He raised his head, and the wet wind brushed his cheeks.

The street at night is quiet and empty, and the teahouses and taverns on the side of the road are all hung with lights, illuminating the long road ahead.

It was supposed to be calmer and calmer as he walked, but he only felt a little irritable.One street goes from beginning to end, and then another.

The footsteps also changed from being careless at the beginning to a little hasty.

Walking for five streets, I met a few people, including drunks, people with insomnia like him, poets who came out to find inspiration, and ordinary passers-by.

His gaze swept across their faces one by one, deep in his eyes, dark waves appeared.

Walking and walking, I don't know where I went, there is a long river in front of me, and a small bridge on the river.

He felt a little anxious, and was about to lift his feet back to the inn, when he suddenly heard a call behind him.

"ember."

He paused, turned around, and there was a person on the bridge, holding an oil-paper umbrella, his expression could not be seen clearly in the dark, but his figure was instantly recognizable to him.

Who else is it not Yi Huaizhi?

Ember felt that the restlessness in her heart disappeared without a trace in an instant.

Yi Huaizhi walked towards him, stood in front of him, and smiled: "Why are you here?"

It was what Ember had asked him that night in the pear grove.

"Insomnia." Ember said concisely.

Yi Huaizhi raised his eyebrows: "It just so happens that I also suffer from insomnia. Let's go, have a drink?"

Ember didn't speak, but she didn't intend to go back either.

Yi Huaizhi smiled silently.

Through an alley, we arrived at the door of a somewhat shabby tavern.There is a lamp hanging at the door, adding a bit of tenderness to this cold night.

"I think the peach blossom wine here is better than all the wines in the city. Try it?"

Ember nodded slightly.

The two found a place to sit down. At this time, there were only the two of them in the entire tavern except for the boss.

The boss is a kind-hearted middle-aged man, and he smiled at him when he saw Ember.

Ember looked around casually. Although the place is small, if you take a closer look, you will find that every decoration has been carefully considered. Once you enter, you will feel at ease.It really is a good place.

Soon, the peach blossom wine was served.

Yi Huaizhi poured a cup for Ember himself, and looked at him expectantly.

"Try it, is it good?"

Ember raised his glass and took a sip, the taste was slightly sweet, with a hint of sourness, coupled with a hint of wine aroma, slipping down his throat, it had an intoxicating taste.

Different from the wine of the Devil's Cult, this wine comes from Jiangnan, and it is full of the atmosphere of Jiangnan.

Seeing that he likes it, Yi Huaizhi smiled, poured himself a cup, and tasted it slowly.

Seeing him elegantly tasting the wine, Ember's hand holding the wine glass stopped at some point, as if the person opposite was more attractive than the fine wine.

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