Jiuhuai

Ying Sheyin came a step late, and he hurriedly chased all the way. Song En still died under Yang Chuanhua's sword, his limbs were almost cut off by Qi Gen, and the pale bones under the blood red could be seen faintly. Chuanhua's crooked hair crown was also full of scars. He leaned against the tree to breathe tiredly, and when he raised his eyes to see Ying Sheyin coming, he did not hide the coldness in his eyes.

"Someone asked me to hand over this letter to you." Ying Sheyin walked over carefully, and handed over the brocade box and the letterhead. Yang Chuanhua received it in his hand suspiciously, his face still cold and repulsive, Ying Sheyin Sheyin took a few steps back, not in a hurry to leave, and quietly watched how Yang Chuanhua would react. The other party opened the brocade box and saw the whisk. His expression remained the same, but his hands trembled slightly. Looking up, the expression on his face can be said to be almost ashen.

"It's all Lin Yiqiao's fault?!"

"At that time, he joined the Wuchang Sect and killed the three Fengchenguan people in the name of Song En, which made you two brothers go to the point of no return. Everything this person has done from the past to the present seems to be just for fun. People can't figure it out." Ying Sheyin replied thoughtfully, and then changed the subject, turning a blind eye to the pool of blood Yang Chuanhua vomited in a hurry, "What are you going to do next..."

"I won't go back to Jiuhuai."

When Ying Sheyin heard Yang Chuanhua's words, he thought about it, and he secretly said, "It's exactly what I want." Tongtong's defection was the beginning of the internal disintegration of Jiuhuai.

He arrived at the corner of Jingtu Mountain in the old city near noon. Not only was he exhausted, but his heart was full of emotions. The other courtyard on the mountainside used to be his residence, and it was burnt to ruins by the man when he fled. However, as for the old city, there is his master.

He walked half a circle around the city wall. He wanted to find a deserted wall to climb in, but in the end he chose to sneak in through the main entrance, and stepped into the main road. He looked around, and the street vendors kept hawking, so he finally hesitated. For a long time, he still chose the alley in the southeast direction. He remembered that every time he went to Yuliang's house, he would hear shouts of fried chestnuts in sugar, so now he had to take a gamble.

He closed his eyes and slowly searched for the other courtyard in his memory. He gradually moved away from the noisy crowd, and after touching a stick of incense, he stopped and looked back, just in time to see the towering phoenix tree in the courtyard.

He quickly scanned around to make sure there was no one around, and then climbed up the wall and jumped in cautiously. There was no one in the deep and lonely path, and everything was so quiet that even the sound of the wind disappeared. He leaned forward and prepared to observe first, but was far away Yuan heard the voice of a man and a woman talking, he was startled, and rushed to the nearest house, before the two people saw him at the corner, he had already crossed the corridor and got into the house.

"Access defected?"

"Baihu should have been killed, but he has absolutely no intention of returning to Jiuhuai."

He was closing his eyes to calm down, and hurriedly looked through the crack of the door after hearing the sound, but only saw the back of a woman in red pushing a wheelchair. He stared in disbelief, but there was a loud bang in his mind, shocking At that time, his eyes were black and dizzy, he quickly squatted down to stabilize his figure, and opened his eyes after a long while, only to realize that he was in a ancestral hall.

There are no less than a dozen spirit tablets on the altar, and the first thing he saw was the spirit tablet of Lord Xiankao Yungong's Taboo Li Mansion. He tried to stay calm, swayed slightly and stood up, only to find out that the shadow of the red candle , there is a spirit tablet engraved with the title of King Jingning should live up to.

"After King Jingning committed suicide, his body was not sent to the palace, but was robbed and disappeared. The only thing that is certain is that the man must die. The scene where the short knife was cut across the throat and the blood gushed out was witnessed by hundreds of guards."

He approached with a dazed expression, but his knees softened and he knelt down abruptly. He and Shen Yanqi once thought that the man was beaten to ashes by his enemies. Who would have imagined that he would be kept in such a place for three years? Trembling uncontrollably, he still suppressed his emotions and took out the porcelain altar after taking out the spirit card. Regardless of the risk of being discovered, he kicked open the gate and quickly ran out of the courtyard.

He didn't know how far he ran holding the ashes of that person, as if there were pursuers behind him and a cliff in front of him, he was as desperate as he was. His mind was blank and his limbs were in pain. He staggered to the ground while looking at the porcelain altar, sniffed his nose suddenly, tears were already streaming down his face.

Lian Chengci clutched the letter paper tightly with a ferocious face, holding on to the desk with some dizziness, and paused for a moment, but he still couldn't bear the agitation in his heart, and crazily beat the objects in sight, tea sets, candlesticks, and porcelain were all destroyed Throwing it viciously on the ground, he slammed the table over and coughed up a mouthful of blood.

He stumbled into the room, and saw Lian Chengci panting heavily, wiping away the blood at the corner of his mouth with trembling fingers, the man frowned and looked at him, tears fell instantly, he was stunned for a moment, and saw that the other party was exhausted Lian fell back on the chair, the letter paper in his hand was kneaded badly, and rolled down to his feet, Lian Chengci couldn't hold back any longer, covered his face and sobbed.

He has never seen Lian Chengci like this in three years. He must have known the truth. His throat moved, his eyes were filled with sadness, but his expression was still pretending to be indifferent. Lian Chengci suddenly raised his head and took a deep breath. , pretending to be calm and cold.

"It's not true."

"Isn't it true what the letter said? Aren't you just right in front of my eyes?"

With a trembling and slightly crying male voice, he turned his head and couldn't bear to look at the other person's appearance, Lian Cheng's words were ashen, he stood up suddenly and walked towards him, waving his hand and slapping him.

He staggered from being drawn, stood up staggeringly, and silently lowered his head.

"Three years, three years, three years of lying to me, you...you still dare to show up in front of me with his face..." Lian Chengci took a breath and gritted his teeth, as if he wanted to cut him into pieces His gaze made him feel cold, but he pursed his lips, hugged the porcelain altar tightly, and endured it without saying a word.

On the way, he hesitated whether to return the man's ashes to Lian Chengci, but when he arrived at Lianfu, he felt ashamed to face it, but he was distracted when he saw Lin Yiqiao, who was carrying a pair of knives with his back on his back, jumping far away. Knowing that there was a fraud in his heart, he still stepped into the gate of the courtyard.

"I've heard him say that you two are very similar in appearance and shape, so I was worried that you would take advantage of him. If this is the end, you should live up to it. You are not worthy of it!!"

He was already in a state of exhaustion, but when he heard these words, his heart became furious and his expression changed. He opened his mouth and yelled back almost without hesitation, staring at Lian Chengci and roaring.

"Do you think I want to live like this, do you think I don't feel guilty in my heart, do you think I use his appearance as a pastime!"

When the other party was called out by him, he froze in place at that moment. He wiped his eyes in a hurry, but tears kept pouring out, blurring his vision again and again.

"I wish I was the one who died back then, at least it wouldn't be like this now."

"I am sorry to you two brothers, but I have no choice."

He looked down at the porcelain altar, but he held it out with both hands, and Lian Chengci took it with a dazed expression, his shoulders trembling uncontrollably, and finally knelt down violently.

"I have no right to stay." He said in a deep voice, hesitated again, and finally swallowed the rest of the promise into his throat. He calmed down and turned away resolutely. His heart was still hurting, and his eyes were swollen unbearably. With a strong spirit, he tiptoed straight to the Ninth Courtyard.