Brilliant thorn

"Men, love swords and cherish beauties, A Yu is not immune. If you didn't have such a bright and beautiful face, do you think he would be able to see you?"

Feng Yan used to hide his embarrassment with a smile, but he coughed because of the blood gushing from his mouth and nose. Xiao Jue stood in the shadows before dawn and watched coldly, like a god of death.

The tip of the sword moved forward another point, and the sharp killing intent approached.

Feng Yan staggered and leaned back, took two big breaths and continued: "A pretty face, a good-looking body, and a charming atmosphere, which man can hold it? Let's look at you..."

A flicker of stiffness flashed across Xiao Jue's face, which he keenly caught.

He giggled and collapsed in a pool of blood, with the arrogance and contempt of a victor on his face.

"How beautiful your face is, how disgusting your body is. Scars all over your body are ugly like maggots, no matter how tough A Yu is, I'm afraid he will wilt just by looking at it hahahaha..."

Xiao Jue knew very well that Feng Yan was trying to sow discord.

It was precisely the scars all over his body that made him understand how tender and loving Fu Shaoyu was to him.

Feng Yan's words were nothing more than the dying struggle of a clown.

"Finished?"

Xiao Jue turned his wrist, and the sword made a clanging sound.

Seeing that he was unmoved, Feng Yan raised his voice and said: "How much do you think he loves you?! Now that you have a strong affection with him, he naturally tolerates you in every possible way, but how long has it been? That ugly Can your body keep him from getting tired all his life? What qualifications do you have to accompany him to die?!"

Xiao Jue sneered: "You don't need to worry about that."

The moment he raised his sword and stabbed again, Feng Yan struggled to step back, and shouted anxiously: "I can help you!"

"Is it?"

Xiao Jue didn't think he would have such kindness, so Feng Yan rolled around on the ground in embarrassment, and said disheartenedly: "I can help you! Don't kill me, or you will regret it!"

"regret?"

Xiao Jue stepped on his hand, leaned back and put the sword across Feng Yan's neck. He lowered his head and got closer, and took off the blindfold to reveal the faint blue pupil.

"The one who regrets should be yourself. Regret for not acting more realistically in last night's scene, regret for not exposing me in public as the killer with different eyes, the most regrettable—"

He deliberately paused, and crushed hard with his feet, only to hear a scream, and the bones of Feng Yan's hand were crushed to pieces.

"It's the poisonous oath you said."

——If you break your muscles and bones, you will die badly.

Then he will fulfill him.

Xiao Jue got up and waved his backhand, and he picked Feng Yan's tendons neatly.

Feng Yan rolled back and forth curled up in a pool of blood in pain, and the sound of wailing startled a crowd of crows in the forest.

He originally thought that Xiao Jue withdrew his sword at that moment because he had stabbed him in a sore foot, but he didn't expect that this person was cold-blooded and careless, and he was never persuaded by him at all.

Knowing that he was doomed, his will to survive suddenly dropped.

Forget it, anyway, his life is not long.

Xiao Jue stomped on his shin again, Feng Yan was in so much pain that he couldn't make a sound, his eyes turned black, obviously he had reached the limit.

But perhaps it was a flash of light, he suddenly developed a bit of strength, forced his consciousness to laugh loudly at Xiao Jue.

While laughing, he vomited blood, his eyes filled with deep-seated hatred and grief.

"Xiao Jue, I'm waiting for you in hell, hahahahahaha—"

Xiao Jue curled up his arms to clamp the blade of the sword, and with a light swipe, the frost was as smooth as ever.He wrapped his saber around his waist, and glanced coldly at the man who was paralyzed on the ground and could not move. Death had become a release for him.

Xiao would never let him have such an easy life.

He wanted him to watch himself bleed out little by little.

Feng Yan's breath gradually weakened, and his laughter gradually turned into a shrill and hoarse roar, full of anger and unwillingness.

"Xiao Jue! One day, one day you will regret killing me—!"

Xiao Jue left without looking back.

When he returned to Yan's mansion, the original bright red and happy colors had all turned into plain white, and the two Pixiu stone sculptures standing proudly at the door were also hung with white balls.

Most of the guests had already left, and Lan's family rushed to Yan's mansion after receiving the news of their daughter's death. Lan Zhi's father was deeply saddened, but he was taciturn by nature, and kept his lips silent while guarding his daughter's body. Lan Zhi's mother had died Crying into tears, crying while hugging her daughter, and complaining that her husband insisted on marrying her here at the beginning.

The Yan family was not in the mood to comfort them, and even faintly resented.

After all, Lan Zhi is not completely innocent.

"What do you mean by this? How long did it take me to hand over my daughter to your Yan family? After such a thing happened, you still blame my Zhi'er!"

"Then why don't you say that your daughter was born to kill my son?!"

Neither Nie Xian nor Mrs. Lan's family wanted to make it up, and the men of the two families were also silent. Shen Zhongqing, as Yan Wuji's brother-in-law, wanted to persuade him to make peace, but felt that his position was inappropriate, so he could only ask Fu Shaoyu came to make peace.

After dealing with the two families for a long time, Fu Shaoyu also looked tired.

After trying to persuade him, he was finally willing to sit down and talk calmly, but there were tears of sadness all over his face.

The weather was getting hotter, and the corpse could not stay in the mourning hall for too long. In order to preserve the last dignity of the deceased, the Lan family made a concession.

—— Lan Zhi does not enter Yan's ancestral hall.

For a married woman, this is a great shame and humiliation that will be criticized by the world, and it will definitely attract a lot of criticism.

Although Fu Shaoyu has no affection for Lan Zhi, but thinking of the admiration this woman had for him until death, he also wants to do something for her.

Lan Zhi was taken out of the Yan Mansion on the third day after her death, and the cremation ceremony was held by the peach blossom forest outside Shangye City. After that, Fu Shaoyu put her ashes into an exquisite sandalwood box and took them to Went to the edge of the Lijiang River, let her go eastward with the water.

"She once told me that as a daughter's family, she will not be free all her life, and she wishes to be turned into ashes and flow into the sea after death." Fu Shaoyu sighed softly, raised the last handful of ashes, and said: "Now it is considered as my wish. "

Xiao despaired of the boundless river, thinking indifferently, after death, ignorant and unconscious, what is the difference between burying bones in green hills or raising ashes in blue waves?

"Where to go next?" he asked.

He has never been out of Zhifeng for a long time, and he always feels that it is very abnormal to step on the fairy pavilion recently. He wants to go back and have a look, but he is reluctant to part with Fu Shaoyu.

Fu Shaoyu pondered for a moment, and said: "Let's go back to Yan's house first, we must bid farewell to Senior Shen and the others, and by the way, we need to discuss the matter of searching for the sword manual."

He got on his horse, tightened the reins and turned the horse's head, glanced at Xiao Jue who was still standing by the river: "Don't stand still, follow."

Looking back, Xiao Jue saw that Fu Shaoyu had galloped several zhang away, he narrowed his eyes, got on his horse and chased after him.

When the two returned to Yan Mansion again, Shi Yi rushed back from Buzhi Peak, but when he saw the white flags hanging on the mansion, he couldn't help staggering and almost fell off the steps.

The butler rushed out to welcome him and helped him up.

"Uncle Feng, this is?"

Shi Yi looked terrified and couldn't believe it.

The housekeeper sighed, shook his head, and helped him into the gate.

Fu Shaoyu also stepped into the door, shook Shi Yi's shoulder, and said, "My condolences."

Only then did Shi Yi seem to really believe the news of Yan Xinghan's death, but he was still at a loss: "It's only been a few days? How did the poison spread so quickly?"

Fu Shaoyu shook his head and didn't say much about the details. Anyway, Shi Yi can get information from the Yan family later.Even though the information was all nonsense from Feng Yan's mouth, he couldn't refute it, otherwise it would only make people doubt Xiao Jue's identity even more.

In the end, Feng Yan made a mistake in this matter.

For the past few days, he has been thinking about how to protect Xiao Juequan.

Yan Xinghan will be buried tomorrow, so Shi Yi first went to the mourning hall to pay his respects. At any rate, he was a brother, and he burst into tears to express his grief.Later, being supported by Yan Feishuang, he walked out of the mourning hall in three steps and turned his head twice, and went to the study to meet his uncle.

Yan Wuji's face was haggard, and he was no longer as energetic as before.

He sat behind the table, propped his head on one hand, closed his eyes and meditated.

Seeing him in such pain, Shen Zhongqing was really helpless, seeing Shi Yi also came in with red eyes, and Fu Shaoyu and Xiao Jue were following behind him, so he waved his hands and told them to sit down and talk.

"Young Master, are you done?"

Fu Shaoyu nodded, but seeing Yan Wuji's appearance, he was afraid that he would be even more upset after hearing Lan Zhi's news, so he simply said: "Everything has been arranged."

"That's good," Shen Zhongqing looked at Shi Yi again, and said, "Ayi, you and Han'er grew up together like biological brothers. Now that he's gone, you have to shoulder his share in the future and honor your uncle well." Aunt, do you know?"

Shi Yi cried just now, with a strong nasal voice: "Uncle Shen is right."

Shen Zhongqing stroked his beard and sighed: "Hey, good boy."

There was a brief silence in the study.

Shi Yi hesitated again and again, and asked the question that he hadn't got an answer just now.

Seeing that no one spoke, Shen Zhongqing told him the key points of what happened in the past few days, "Now we have sent people to investigate the killer with different eyes, if there is such a person, then Wulin Zhengdao will definitely ask Taxian Pavilion for an explanation. "

Shi Yi cupped his hands and said, "Uncle Shen, please let me do my part too!"

"Naturally," Shen Zhongqing nodded, and said, "But for now, we should take care of Xinghan's affairs first, and you need to help me more, you know?"

"Yes." Shi Yi respectfully agreed, and was about to leave the study to see Nie Xian, but was stopped by Shen Zhongqing.

"Where's your father? Didn't he go to Buzhi Peak with you?"

A trace of hesitation flashed across Shi Yi's face, wondering if he should tell Shen Zhongqing about it.

Shen Zhongqing asked again: "What's the matter? But what happened?"

Only then did Yan Wuji raise his head, and asked in a hoarse voice: "Now is an extraordinary period, the Chiyue Demon Sect and Taxian Pavilion are about to make trouble, and your father is alone outside with no one to take care of him. What if something happens?"

These words are very true, Shi Yi is also worried about this, so after thinking about it, he still tells the truth.

"My father and I searched for Tang Jun in Buzhi Peak but failed, and we squatted nearby for two days but still found nothing, so we prepared to return and thought of another way. Who knew that when we passed by Linquan Town, we ran into those two foreign women .My father wanted to find out the whereabouts of the young man surnamed Ling whom they said, so he ordered me to go back to the house alone, and he chased the two of them by himself."

Hearing this, everyone frowned.

Even Xiao Jue, who didn't care much about this matter, noticed something was wrong.

At that time, the appearance of these two women made people suspicious. After reporting their family names, everyone even guessed that the young man surnamed Ling they mentioned was very likely to be the only survivor of the massacre of the Ling family.Most people wanted to follow the trend, but Shi Zhengping strongly opposed it, affirming that it was absolutely impossible for a full-moon baby to escape death by luck, and it would be useless to track down Ling Yuan's descendants.

But why did he suddenly change his mind and go to follow these two women?

He tried his best to avoid the eyes of everyone and investigated secretly, but what kind of selfishness was he hiding?

Thinking about it, this Shi Zhengping is also inseparable from the old case of the Ling family.

Xiao Jue glanced to the side, Fu Shaoyu lowered his brows and lowered his eyes, his expression was solemn, he didn't know what he was thinking.

In the seat of honor, Shen Zhongqing and Yan Wuji exchanged a thoughtful look, without showing too much doubt, and asked kindly: "Then Ayi, do you know where they went?"

On the way back, Shi Yi naturally thought that his father's inconsistent words and deeds were worthy of scrutiny, and his heart sank for the most part.

Since he was a child, he was taught to "do the right thing and walk the right way". He really dare not imagine what would happen to him if the person who kept preaching to him was essentially a man with a face and a heart.

"Ayi, what you saw with your own eyes in the palace that day, those two foreign women's martial arts are weird, they are not ordinary people." Shen Zhongqing thought that he was unwilling to speak, and said in a persuasive manner, "Let's not talk about why your father suddenly changed his mind to go Track down the orphan of the Ling family, and say that if there is a conflict between them, your father may suffer a big loss."

Shi Yi hurriedly said: "Uncle Shen is right. But I don't know where they went, but I overheard those two men mentioning that they want to 'return to the north of the Great Wall' in the wine shop."

"Saibei?" Shen Zhongqing stroked his beard and thought twice, then suddenly looked at Fu Shaoyu, "If I remember correctly, Shaoyu is from the north?"

Fu Shaoyu nodded and said: "I grew up in Saibei since I was a child."

Shen Zhongqing responded, and stopped talking, seeing what he was thinking.

Yan Wuji asked: "Then do you know that Saibei has such extraordinary skills?"

Fu Shaoyu nodded again: "Saibei is the same as the Western Regions. There are many strange people and strange people. That day, the woman in red rang the finger bell with extremely small Gu worms. When she smelled the bell, it would emit a very light smell, disturbing people's mind. Shanglingyin itself is infused with inner strength, and has dual effects, quite powerful."

"Oh? According to Shaoyu, it seems that there are not a few people who know this kind of exercise." Shen Zhongqing asked again.

"There are quite a few, but there are not many of them who practice exquisitely. Fu also rarely sees them."

"Since that's the case, if Brother Shi really followed those two people to Saibei, wouldn't he go deep into the tiger's den? If there is no one to support them, I'm afraid it will be very dangerous."

Yan Wuji cheered up a bit, called a few capable men, and asked Shi Yi to take a few capable disciples of the Danyang School and rush to Saibei.

Fu Shaoyu stopped him and said: "Seniors are eager to find people, but juniors understand. It's just that when you can't figure out whether the other party is an enemy or a friend, you may startle the snake with such a big fanfare. Besides, A Yi only heard the sentence 'Go back to the north of the Great Wall! ’, whether he went to Saibei or not, still needs to be confirmed.”

Shen Zhongqing nodded: "That makes sense," he turned his head to look at Yan Wuji, "Let's send a few people to investigate quietly first. There are many things in the mansion these days, so it's better for Shi Yi to stay and help take care of them."

Yan Wuji also felt powerless, so Shen Zhongqing decided everything.

Fu Shaoyu got up to resign at this time.

"Grandpa's birthday is next month, and it's already May [-]th. This junior must rush back to Saibei," he cupped his hands. Report to the two seniors."

Shen Zhongqing and Yan Wuji knew that he was very filial, so it was inconvenient to keep him.It happened that he was familiar with Saibei, and he was the No. 1 choice to inquire about the news. It was only then that Shen Zhongqing also intended to entrust this matter to him.

"If that's the case, then please take more care and attention."

"Young Yu is duty-bound."

Fu Shaoyu bid farewell to the few people, and took Xiao Jue's hand out of the Yan residence. Seeing that he was silent from beginning to end, he couldn't help asking softly: "What are you thinking?"

Xiao Jue shook his head, just now he heard that Fu Shaoyu was going back to Saibei, he thought in his heart whether he should part with this, he went back to Buzhifeng first to find out what happened.

The appearance of Tang Yun always made him feel strange. Something might have happened to the Taxian Pavilion, otherwise it would be impossible to stay quiet and indulge Tang Yun's various behaviors.

"Would you like to?"

He suddenly heard Fu Shaoyu ask such a question.

"what?"

Xiao Jue blinked and came back to his senses.

Walking to an alley where no one passed by, Fu Shaoyu turned around and pulled him into his arms, and asked again in a low voice: "I just asked you, would you like to go back to Saibei with me and meet my grandfather?"

Xiao Jue was stunned again.

"Why this expression?" Fu Shaoyu pinched his cheek with a smile, and said with a smile, "You don't want to go see your family with me?"

Xiao Jue nodded, then shook his head, apparently not thinking about it.

Fu Shaoyu said: "I was raised by my grandfather, and next month is his birthday, so I have to go back. Would you like to accompany me on this trip?"

Only then did Xiao Jue regain his voice: "Take me back, aren't you afraid of being kicked out by your grandfather?"

"Of course not. He is very kind and kind. If he meets you, he will definitely like you very much." Fu Shaoyu hugged him and shook him gently, and his tone softened again, "Come with me, I will I don't want to be separated from you even for half a day."

In this embrace, Xiao Jue felt deep loneliness and fatigue.

He raised his arms to embrace the man, embraced the man's generous back, and said "yes".

It's good to let the matter of stepping on the fairy pavilion go, the Yan family will definitely send someone to check the news of Yitong now, and he can also temporarily avoid the limelight by going to Saibei.

Going to Saibei, we have to pass through the boundary of Tongxi again. The thick and vigorous Broken Dragon Mountains lie under the night, like a beast sleeping here after being seriously injured.

Passing by that tavern again, it was almost closing time, and seeing these two uncles again, the boss wanted to die.

It's really a bad time, if he can live to see the sun tomorrow, he must go to a nearby temple to pay homage to the Bodhisattva.

But this time, the mood of the two of them was obviously not as happy as last time. After Fu Shaoyu ordered two jars of wine, he sat at the table drinking and eating, and rarely talked.

Xiao Jue saw that he was not in a good mood, so he drank two more glasses with him, but seeing him drink a glass of wine, he felt a little uncomfortable.

Zuo is just the death of a woman who admired him, so is it worth his sorrow?Could it be that there is really some unclear relationship between them?

Knowing that it was impossible, Xiao Jue still couldn't help being suspicious.

Just because he thought of Feng Yan's words for no reason.

——Men cherish beautiful women, and Fu Shaoyu is no exception.

He didn't want to be jealous with a dead man, but Fu Shaoyu was so tired and sentimental right now, but it also made him sad.

"You know more after you die? It's too late." Xiao Jue said abruptly, grabbed the wine bowl from Fu Shaoyu's hand, drank it down, threw the bowl on the ground, and stood up.

Fu Shaoyu looked at him, and was about to speak when he was sitting there when Xiao Jue kicked the trembling boss out of the door.

"roll."

There was no word of warmth, the boss was so scared that he couldn't even care about the unlocked counter with money, and disappeared into the night with a whimper.

Xiao Jue inserted the latch, turned around and stared at the person behind the table.

"What are you doing?" Fu Shaoyu's eyes were slightly drunk, and the waves in his eyes were hotter than the candles on the table.

"Do what should be done." Xiao Jue rushed over, pressed Fu Shaoyu's chest and pushed him down on the bench, he straddled him, bowed his head and kissed him fiercely.

After a sound of tables and chairs being pushed and pulled, and wine jugs shattering, Xiao Jue was put down on the long table by Fu Shaoyu.

"There's no hurry to go to Saibei now, I won't cherish you any more."

Fu Shaoyu tore off Xiao Jue's skirt, and his hot palm, which was scalded by alcohol, ran across his chest in a non-gentle way, along the slightly raised welts, all the way down.

Xiao Jue's body froze for a moment.

He tilted his head to look at the dancing candle, bit his lip, swung his palm, and extinguished it.

In the darkness, Fu Shaoyu came over with a faint scent of wine, wrapping him gently and domineeringly.

"What are you doing with the lights off? Now you know you're shy?"

With a faint smile, he lightly scratched Xiao Jue's eardrums, hugged Fu Shaoyu's neck tightly, spread his legs towards him, and said in a hoarse voice: "That's not it."