Really not a villain

Torrential downpour.

Mu Jiangling hid under a tea shed to shelter from the rain, rubbing the black jade waist pendant he found in the ruins of the wooden house.

Although I have never seen the Moyu waist pendant, it should belong to the master, and the aura on it is very familiar.If he hadn't found this waist pendant by chance, he might really go crazy.

The aura on Moyu is weak, appearing and disappearing from time to time, vaguely present, and its location is unknown, so trying to use this to find someone is simply a dream.But no matter what, it's better to be missing than dead.

Water droplets slid down the hair, and then ticked on the wet clothes.Walking all the way from the mountain, his whole body was already soaked thoroughly. Mu Jiangling looked at the gloomy sky and felt that there was no need to stay any longer, so he simply walked out of the tea shed and prepared to go on his way in the rain.It was agreed to go to Medicine Valley to pick up Su Chongjiu, but what happened here gave him a bad premonition.

"Young man, wait a minute."

The tightly closed tea shed opened with a creak, and a kind-hearted old woman came out, holding a yellowed oil-paper umbrella in her hand.

Mu Jiangling stopped: "Old man, what's the matter?"

"It's still raining, if you don't mind, use this old umbrella to cover the rain."

"Ah...thank you very much."

Holding an oil-paper umbrella, the endless spring rain doesn't seem so cold anymore.

It was three days later when we arrived at Medicine Valley.

He had passed by once before, and now the medicine valley is lush with lush vegetation and chirping birds, it is no different from then.Even so, Mu Jiangling still felt uneasy, the valley was too quiet, it didn't look like anyone was living here.

After walking along the path for a while, a row of empty houses appeared in front of us.There were overturned medicine baskets in the yard, and the herbs in the baskets had dried up, as if they had been thrown away in a hurry.

"Ah Jiu! Where are you?!" Mu Jiangling couldn't see anyone anywhere, and shouted, "Ah Jiu! Ah Jiu!!!"

He searched while shouting, walked through the barren medicine fields, and ran all the way to the depths of the medicine valley, feeling more and more anxious.Finally, under an old tree with tangled roots, he found Su Chongjiu.A waterfall at the mountain pass next to it is like running, the sound is like thunder, and broken jade splashes everywhere when it enters the water.

"Ajiu!"

Su Chongjiu knelt under the tree, four tombstones neatly in front of him, and a broken flag was thrown beside his scarred hand.

Mu Jiangling's breathing was stagnant.

"What are you shouting for?" Su Chongjiu knelt in front of the grave without turning his head, his voice was so hoarse that it was difficult to distinguish, "What are you shouting for? Mu Jiangling, have you seen these four tombstones? Do you know who is buried inside?" ?”

"Ah Jiu, I..."

"Don't call me Ah Jiu!" Su Chongjiu hissed, "My master, senior brother, and junior sisters have never let go...Mu Jiangling, why did you provoke Zhao Wuwang? Talking about love? He is a villain, but he is also a villain we can't afford!!! My master and the others are so innocent..."

Mu Jiangling knelt down, hugged Su Chongjiu's shoulders tightly, and said incoherently, "Ah Jiu, calm down, I, I..."

"Go away!" Su Chongjiu raised his head, his face was full of tears, and the hatred in his eyes was shocking, "It was all you, why did you spare his life?! Why didn't you kill him!!! Tell me , why not kill him!!!!"

Mu Jiangling let go of his hand in panic, and said, "Ah Jiu, what are you talking about?"

"I said, why didn't you kill Zhao Wuwang! Ah?! It would be better if he died! Such a person should not continue to live!!!!"

"Ah Jiu..."

"Get out! I don't want to see you! Get out!!!"

While pushing and shoving, Su Chongjiu became unsteady and fell into the water.Mu Jiangling reached out to pull him, but was slapped away.He didn't know whether it was tears or water dripping on his face, his eyes were red, and he said hoarsely, "Get out!!!!!!!"

Mu Jiangling was kicked out of Medicine Valley almost in embarrassment, but he couldn't speak a word, full of depression.He waited outside the Medicine Valley for seven days and seven nights but still did not see Su Chongjiu coming out, he let out a long sigh and left helplessly.

Don't know where to go, don't know what to do.

After wandering around for most of the day, he entered a wine shop, asked Xiao Er how many jars of wine he wanted, and drank until he was very drunk with the jars in his arms.When he was half drunk and half awake, his ears were filled with Su Chongjiu's hoarse voice and that shocking hatred.

Kill—kill him!

In the middle of the night, drunk as mud.

The waiter was suddenly awakened by a sound. He got up from the counter, wiped his eyes, and found that there were several empty wine jars lying on the opposite table, and the man—the door of the restaurant was half open and still shaking. let's go.

Nearby is the Inspection Division of Nanzhou.

The sky was slightly bright, and Mu Jiangling woke up from a hangover, with a splitting headache, chest tightness and nausea, and bouts of weakness in his limbs.He also wondered why he was sleeping on the ground, his hands slipped, he lowered his head, blood came into his eyes, the bright red was dazzling, and he was suddenly so shocked that he lost his drunkenness.He leaned on the wall to stand up, and suddenly felt something strange on the wall.Turning his head to look, a line of frantic blood characters is eye-catching, flying like dragons and phoenixes, and although crooked bloodstains are dripping on the edge of the pen, it is hearty.

Do justice for the heavens!

"This, what is this..." Fingers slid across the rough wall, Mu Jiangling recognized his own handwriting, and unreasonable fear suddenly came to his heart, "Where is this..."

He turned around slowly, and all of a sudden corpses with different appearances crashed into his eyes, either terrified, pleading, angry, or desperate, mixed with dripping blood, a familiar long sword stuck straight in the middle, the blade There was a scarlet light, reflecting his blank eyes.

"Hong Chen, no, where is this... Where is this..." Mu Jiangling's hands were bloodstained, his expression was horrific, and he looked like he was going crazy.He ran around the corpse to the door, kicked the plaque that fell to the ground and was split in half, and turned it over to the front. The words "Inspection Division" were clearly written on it.

"Inspection Division, Nanzhou Inspection Division..." After reading it over and over again, he seemed to understand where this place was, and then fell into a daze, "I killed it all?"

Mu Jiangling turned around, stared blankly at the world of mortals, and said to himself: "Did I... kill someone?" As if he had been struck by lightning, he was numb from head to toe, and could hardly walk.He stumbled towards the world of mortals, grabbed it a few times, and finally grasped the hilt of the sword. As soon as he took the sword, scattered memory fragments suddenly flooded in, and screams and wailing rang out in his mind, like a hell on earth.He trembled like chaff for a while, then fell to his knees with a plop.The lingering bloody smell all over his body, as well as the tragic scene all over the ground, finally made him vomit desperately.

He vomited into his stomach and convulsed, obviously there was nothing to vomit, and he was still clutching his chest and retching.The whole person vomited almost out of strength, lying on the side of the well gasping for breath, the tears in the corners of his eyes couldn't be stopped, and kept flowing.

Really, dozens of living lives were ruined by his own sword.

They once begged themselves to spare their lives, knelt on the ground and kowtowed desperately, bleeding from their foreheads.

Dead, all dead.

Killed by himself.

After vomiting, Mu Jiangling grabbed the bucket beside him, took the bucket of water from the well, and poured it on himself.In the chilly spring, he poured bucket after bucket on his head recklessly, and took off all the blood-stained clothes. He still felt that it was not enough, so he simply threw the wooden bucket and jumped into the well—cold The water in the well above his head finally calmed him down a little.

After soaking for a long time, until his cold lips turned purple, Mu Jiangling had no choice but to climb up from the well, stumbled into an empty room, and found a set of inspector's clothes to change into.

He sat on the bed, stared at his hands, covered his face and said in a low voice, "I killed someone..."

"Really, murder."

Sitting like this until almost noon, no one came to the door.It's no wonder, but wherever the inspection department is located, the cultivation families with a radius of hundreds of miles have been forced to move to other places for various reasons. It is not known whether they will get news for a while, not to mention whether they will intervene and how many people they will send. These are things that the owners have to weigh carefully.

Fortunately, these gave him time to hesitate.

The sun is gradually moving towards the west, and a ray of setting sun leaks in through the window and falls at hand.Mu Jiangling's eyeballs moved, as if waking up from a dream, he slowly raised his head and looked out the window.

Taking a deep breath, he stood up and opened the door.

Mistakes have been made, so what else?These dead people may be innocent, but they cannot stop him.There is still a lot to do and a long way to go.

In the dungeon of the inspection department, many casual cultivators who offended the immortal sect were locked up. Since there is no one in the inspection department, it is better to release them all.

Those who committed serious crimes were thrown into Qingyun Terrace's ice prison long ago. The first prisoners here are all casual cultivators who have committed trivial matters, such as being rude to the disciples of the immortal sect, speaking rudely and so on.Mu Jiangling opened the cells one by one. The casual cultivators who were imprisoned must have suffered a lot, or were surprised by the clothes on his body. Most of them were silent, and they only hugged him or nodded their thanks before leaving.

All the cells are open, except for an inconspicuous iron door.No matter how Mu Jiangling tried with the key, he couldn't open it.He pondered for a while, then turned back to fetch Hongchen back, and chopped off the lock with a sword.The copper lock fell to the ground, and the iron door opened in response.The light inside was dim, and there was a damp and musty smell of straw.It took a while for Mu Jiangling to see clearly that there was a person lying on the ground.

He couldn't help taking a breath.

This man was tortured too badly.She was naked, with heavy shackles on her hands, ankles and wrists. She had all kinds of wounds on her body, including whips, scalds, knife wounds, and repeated torn wounds, some of which had festered and festered.

Who is this person?

Mu Jiangling knelt down and checked his breath.Fortunately, it is alive.It's just that his cultivation base seems to have been abolished, and his spiritual power is so low that it can be ignored.

"Huh?" He suddenly discovered something, and a light flashed in his dim eyes.

This turned out to be a crippled spiritual root that is rare in a hundred years.