Envy

The news of Yan's family being wiped out spread to Mu Su, causing an uproar from south to north.

Xue Ye ran to Qingjue Terrace in a hurry early in the morning, stood still, and called "Huo Zhi".It had just rained the day before yesterday, and the steps were covered with damp leaves.Huo Zhi's forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, he put away his sword, looked up at him from the bottom of the steps, his eyes were full of doubts.He sighed lightly, and the white mist evaporated.

He choked up and said softly: "The Yan family was destroyed, Yan Miao... is gone."

Huo Zhi's pupils shrank slightly, his breathing stagnated for a moment, and his voice was unbearably hoarse: "What did you say?"

Xue Ye hesitated to say something, but seeing him crumbling, he hurried up to him, handed him a string of silver bells in his hand, and said, "They found it in Shen Gui, Miss Miao's bell... Finally For a moment, she exhausted all her energy to create a barrier for Miss You, protecting her from danger, but she herself became a charred bone."

He thought, how could Yan Miao die.He wanted to go to Fulian to have a look, he would only believe it if he saw it with his own eyes.He turned around and walked towards the mountain gate. After walking only a few steps, his mouth was sweet, and he spit out blood. His steps became heavier and heavier, and finally he fell down on the Qingjue Terrace.The mountain gate is five feet away.The wind blows the dead leaves and buries the stars.

Xue Ye anxiously ran to his side, seeing him flustered, he called Huo Zhi several times.Holding a silver bell in his hand, he turned sideways.He covered his eyes with his hands, bent his body suddenly, and let out a long growl in an extremely depressed low voice.His voice was hoarse, with a choked sob at the end.

Xue Ye looked at him with tears in his eyes: "Don't be like this..."

Huo Zhilie still covered his eyes with his arms at ordinary times, in extreme pain, his voice was hoarse: "Tell me, who killed the Yan family."

"They said...it was Yan Shaojun from Xiqie Palace."

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When Meng Tou left the customs, the weather was very stuffy, the clouds were gloomy and low, almost touching the heavy buildings in the distance.Thousands of bells on the corners of the eaves of the double building swayed in the mountain wind, but he could not feel the cool breeze while leaning on the railing.

After the practice in the past, the teenagers walked through the corridor in twos and threes.

The hallway was also noisy that day, the juniors were all greeting each other, galloping past together, occasionally pushing and shoving, their childish faces were obviously full of excitement and anxiety for joining in the fun.They almost ran into him, running so fast that it seemed like a smoke.

Mentola lived a young man who was left behind: "What is this for?"

The young man's face was still a little dirty, so he wiped the sweat off his face with his sleeve: "Go to the Qingjue Terrace to watch Master Zhao carry out his execution." His coat was not closed properly, it was wrinkled everywhere, and he couldn't find it. Get a few clean spots.This appearance is the appearance of being embarrassed and defeated in the competition with the senior brothers.

Meng Tou has been in seclusion for a long time, and the newcomers always don't recognize him. It's not because he doesn't understand etiquette. He just asked doubtfully, "Who has been punished?"

"Who else is there, the one in the palace, Yan Shaojun." Seeing that his brother had already run away, the boy stamped his feet and said anxiously, "Don't say anything, I have to go!" It rushed out like an arrow off the string, bypassed the winding corridors, and ran away.

Meng Tou was taken aback for a moment, and when his mind was blank, he had already followed him involuntarily.

Qingjue stage was crowded with people, and it was dark.Most of the children wore Mu Su's white imperial uniform, and there were also children from other families.Because several elders were present, Mu Mi's disciples only whispered and never made any noise.When Meng Tou approached, all the disciples saluted and retreated to the side, taking the initiative to make way for him.

The sound of whips piercing the air sharply stimulated the eardrums.

Meng Tou didn't have time to hear the generous words of his elders, but only saw Zhao Ce executing his sentence.His silver whip is so thin that it can hurt people to death.His appearance was originally very handsome, but at this moment he was sullen, and his expression was mixed with hatred or pleasure, which made his face look a bit distorted.

Yan Zhaohan in black clothes is locked on the dragon-carved stone pillar in the middle.The corner of his mouth was smeared red, his outer shirt had been torn by the whip long ago, and it was hard to see how much blood was left on his dark clothes.But there were bloodstains on the white marble floor tiles.The dark red blood dripped down the silk thread of the hem of the clothes, covering the old bloodstains again.

There are disciples talking in low voices beside him. After Daoyan Shaojun arrived at Mu Su, he was tied to the stone pillar for several days.

Zhao Ce's every whip was extremely ruthless and merciless.Yan Zhaohan's face was pale, his eyes were half-opened, and his sweat-drenched hair stuck to his neck.The whip hit his body, and he was in so much pain that he just frowned slightly and didn't say a word.

For a moment, the disciples around looked at Meng Tou.The elders had complicated expressions, and their eyes all fell on him.There was only one strange woman who looked like a sorceress in foreign costumes, motionless and never raised her eyes.

When Zhao Ce saw Meng Tou, he looked arrogant and smiled contemptuously.

He grasped the whip, raised it, and handed it to Meng Tou: "The remaining few whips will be executed by Mr. Meng himself, to avenge the death of his wife?"

He bit the word "dead wife" very hard.

The silver whip had long lost its silver luster and was covered in blood.Zhao Ce's hands were also stained with blood, Yan Zhaohan's blood.Meng Tou's hand holding the sword trembled, and lost feeling for a moment, and the sword almost fell out of his hand.Zhao Ce saw that Meng Tou didn't answer for a long time, so he took it back, sneered and raised his hand, and the whip fell as usual.

Yan Zhaohan opened his eyes, meeting Meng Tou's gaze.His eyes were tired and empty, and Meng Tou felt a severe pain in his heart.

Zhao Ce's whipping lasted for half an hour.Meng Tou's back was soaked in cold sweat, and his knuckles holding the sword turned white. He almost couldn't restrain himself many times, and wanted to rush forward to fight Zhao Ce.Xue Ye walked up to him at some point, pressed his arm, and advised him to be patient.

He said in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "Brother Tou, let's get through this and think about it. Once you rush up now, things won't end."

The disciples around were still whispering, saying that Yan Shaojun killed Miss Zhao's family and destroyed Yan's family.They said that the Yan family had been bloodbathed, and Shaojun barely survived.The head of Shen Guimen's master Yan Shuhan was cut off, and the young master Yan Yun's heart was pierced by a sword.Miss Miao was also turned into ashes in the fire.

Meng Tou couldn't listen to a word, he couldn't believe how Yan Zhaohan could do such a thing.

Zhao Ce lost his little sister a year ago, and later even the girl he loved turned into a rotten bone.He vented his hatred, and finally withdrew his whip and said, "Let's hold a ritual to ward off evil spirits."

Standing on one side with his eyes closed all the time, he looked like a wooden statue waking up, and when he walked barefoot, the iron rings on his clothes clattered and made a crisp sound.She has dark skin, thick and dry lips, a wolf tooth collar around her neck, and a long pillar carved with white jade dragons. She sings and dances.The tone is long and weird, and the sorceress seems to be crying and laughing. She is immersed in a world of one person, and seems to be talking with the world in a special language.

I have never heard of such things. The cultivators invited the witches to perform the ritual of exorcising evil spirits.Zhao Ce did this because he wanted to humiliate Yan Zhaohan as "a monster".