The villains are all my ex-boyfriends [Jian San]

"You want me to take you to the Valley of Fallen Flowers?"

After hearing the purpose of Ya Jiuye's visit, He Jiuqing didn't show any special emotion on his face.

Of course, it is also possible that the emotions are covered by the veil covering the eyes.

He Jiuqing's voice was gentle and gentle: "I'm sorry for that, I don't know how to get from Lieyanzhuang to Luohuagu. I take the Yin-Yang road, strangers can't walk."

As soon as these words came out, Master Ya Jiu tightly shut his mouth, the muscles on both sides were very stiff.

Fu Shen quietly looked at Ya Jiu Ye, only to see Ya Jiu Ye shook his head imperceptibly towards her.

Ya Jiuye's thick black saber eyebrows sank slightly, he hadn't said anything yet, but the brothers behind him couldn't take it anymore.

"My elder brother is kind to you. Why do you, a sorcerer, play tricks? You can come here to report the news, but you pretend to be a ghost and refuse to show the way. Do you want us to save people?"

Ya Jiuye immediately reprimanded him for being impulsive and rude, while apologizing, he lowered his profile even more and begged He Jiuqing for help.

With a heavy sigh, Lord Ya Jiu bowed his hands again: "Mr. He has great powers, can't you think of a way? Saving people is like putting out a fire. Lie Yan Zhuang will definitely remember your kindness."

He Jiuqing's smile was deep, and he wasn't annoyed: "I've lived for a long time. I've met many people, so I can guess what the next sentence will say when I hear most people's reactions. do what."

Fushen's brows twitched slightly, Ya Jiuye was sure that He Jiuqing was using Qiao as a gesture, and deliberately stopped talking.Let the subordinates come down to be the thorn in the head.

Around the general superiors, there will always be some simple-minded and impulsive cronies.Because there are some things that are difficult for the superiors to say or do, but these cronies and villains can say and do them.It is used to reprimand before people, but it is rewarded heartfeltly by people behind.

As for why they did this... because no matter whether it is a person or a group of people, there is a certain momentum.These unruly thorns are the spears that disrupt this momentum.Afterwards, the master lowered his posture and ended up.

Once this thorn is withdrawn, it is like pulling a thousand catties four or two times, removing most of the strength from the original stalemate.The person who seemed to give in a step, actually took the initiative to take advantage of this trend, and suppressed it first, using both soft and hard tactics, and defeated the opponent!

Having said all the words, the other party can only follow the path he drew.

He Jiuqing is an alchemist, who can predict ghosts and gods according to the will of heaven, how can he not understand the tricks of the human heart?

He saw it, but he only nodded lightly, telling Ya Jiu Ye and the others to know about it, instead of pointing it out in public to make people embarrassing, it can be said to be a model of gentleman's demeanor.

"I made Mr. He laugh." Master Ya Jiu's face was serious, without blushing and embarrassment from being seen through, he just bowed his hands and stood up.All the brothers around him, willing or not, bowed silently.

Since scheming is useless to this person, he can only use sincerity.This is also the best and most direct way to deal with a gentleman.

He Jiuqing stroked the long sword in his hand, his sword was frosty white, like a peach branch bleached by the moonlight, entwined and blooming.

If this sword is drinking blood, it must be like a peach blossom full of crimson, it is really beautiful.

However, it is clean, as if it is only carved from white jade.Its owner has probably never touched blood with it, making it look too pure and perfect, without the threat of the sword itself.

A smile suddenly appeared on He Jiuqing's lips: "Although I don't know the way, you must know the way, Yajiu."

Master Ya Jiu raised his head, his eyes were brilliant: "Sir, what is the meaning of this? If the old man knew, why would he wait until now to force him to disturb Mr. He. Please tell me clearly."

He Jiuqing smiled lightly, and tapped lightly on the moonlight-like peach blossom sword with his fingertips.

Once, twice...the lips moved silently.

Soon, in the open space outside the pavilion, the sound of flapping birds' wings suddenly came.

A snow-white figure circled for a while, passed straight through the corridor, flew past the crowd, and landed firmly on He Jiuqing's open palm.

He Jiuqing chuckled, and said in a voice as clear as wine, "This kid said that he knows the way to Luohua Valley."

The owner of this letter sculpture is Lord Yajiu, few people in the village know about it.Immediately lamented the miracle of this person.

Fu Shen'e frowned slightly, and then said the first sentence: "The letter eagle flies too fast, the route it can travel may not be able to travel by ordinary people."

Master Ya Jiu stretched out his hand to stop him: "This is the end of the matter, we can only try. Time is urgent, and my grandson can't wait."

He Jiuqing lifted his chin lightly, and his voice was gentle and peaceful: "It's getting dusk now, if you want to set off now, I'm afraid you won't be there until midnight. Be careful when fighting the enemy at night."

"Sir, won't you go with us?" Master Ya Jiu was about to leave, and suddenly turned to look at him, "Didn't Mister say that your friend is also in Luohua Valley?"

He Jiuqing shook his head, and said flatly: "Since she is also Yajiu's friend, I will rest assured if you go. Since we alchemists are wandering the world outside Fangfang, naturally we will not participate in the grievances and grievances of the mundane world."

Fu Shen gave a slight salute: "I don't dare to bother you about the grievances of living people, but what about the grievances of dead souls? Mister doesn't care about it? Could it be that Mister is not willing to take action until people die?"

He Jiuqing's expression remained unchanged, his tone was gentle, and he smiled softly: "What do you care about? Didn't I already report the letter and point out the way, and maybe I want to tie up the villain with my own hands, and then kill him for you? Or, after you kill someone, I will kill the soul again? If the dead soul has no relatives and no reason, it’s okay for me to control it to this point. Otherwise, this mortal matter is still mortal.”

As soon as He Jiuqing finished speaking, he got up and walked out of the pavilion.

"Sir, stop!" Master Ya Jiu hurriedly said, "Quick, stop him!"

Amidst all the voices hurriedly asking to stay, He Jiuqing unhurriedly stretched out his left hand and pointed forward, his mouth moving silently.

There seemed to be a cloud swooping down from the sky, and it made a clear cry—it turned out to be a pure white crane.

He Jiuqing leaped lightly, and was carried away through the clouds by the crane in an instant.

Crow Nine Master punched his palm in frustration: "Oh!"

Others don't know why he is so anxious and annoyed, but Fushen understands, but this is the only way to go.

Fushen walked up to Master Ya Jiu and whispered in his ear: "Master Jiu is not in a hurry, Gu Xiangzhi is still in Luohua Valley, this person will definitely go back."

Master Ya Jiu's dignified and suppressed expression was slightly relaxed, and he looked at her suspiciously.

Fushen smiled: "If I were him, I would go back too. What does Master Jiu think?"

Master Crow Nine thought deeply, and nodded slowly and deeply.

……

Xindiao flies fast and high, and walks in a straight line across mountains and ridges. It is indeed difficult for ordinary people to catch up.

Fushen thought of a way, tied a red rope on Xindiao's leg, painted it red, and the person with the best Qinggong in Lieyanzhuang followed him.

The rest followed the ball of red feathers and went around the road to catch up.

Every once in a while, they stopped to meet up, and Ya Jiuye recalled Xindiao to correct the direction and route.

In this way, after dark, they still walked around the mountain for a long time.Seeing that Xindiao flew over Gaoling and kept circling, but they just couldn't find a way to go there.

Near midnight, a group of people were going back and forth in the mountains, when suddenly someone tripped and rolled down a slope.

The rest of the people rushed to catch it, but when the dense forest leaves were pushed aside, they saw a faint light.

The person who rolled down stood up, and saw vaguely written on the boulder beside him: Fallen Flower Valley.

He turned around and saw a pale lantern, another, and another...

Looking up, you can see countless paper lanterns swaying in the mountain wind, all the way to the darkness in the distance.

Faintly heard, I don't know if it is the sound of the wind passing through the lantern, or the wail of dead souls.

"Lie Yan Zhuang Yajiu, come to visit! Lieyan Zhuang Yajiu, come to visit! Is there anyone else? My grandson Yan Shuangfei, grandpa is here! My hard-fated daughter, Daddy finally came to see you!! You should answer me One sound..."

With the mountain wind, the sound echoed and distortedly spread to the valley.

……

Before Lord Yajiu came, at dusk, the entire valley had already become a mourning hall.

Countless paper figurines and coffins filled the valley.

There are white banners everywhere, and there are people in hemp and filial piety.

As soon as it gets dark, light the everlasting lamps, like a dead city in the world.

Only Lin Youhuang was still wearing a gorgeous red dress, and when Gu Jinxiao went, he was patiently lighting up the lamps one by one.

"When it's dark, the whole valley is dark, only these lights are on to guide the people who come." Lin Youhuang said with great interest in a clear and indifferent voice, "There should be no stars tonight. The place in the valley is like the legendary city of vain that only the dead will go to.”

He laughed happily: "Only the dead will come in. The one who walks in is naturally the dead."

"I won't let you kill again." Gu Jinxiao said softly.

Shenlong expressed his appreciation from the side. From this angle, Miss Qinniang is calm and upright: 【It can be said that it is very holy mother and white lotus. 】

Lin Youhuang squinted her eyes: "Then I won't kill you. I'll listen to my wife."

……

In Luohua Valley, a group of sword servants dressed in sackcloth and mourning came out.

They looked dignified, vigilant and pained. First, they slowly looked around at everyone, and then the leader handed over to Lord Ya Jiu and said, "Old man, you are here. Young master, he... well, go and have a look. "

Master Ya Jiu nodded, and quickly followed the man inside.

The rest were just about to follow, but they were stopped: "Outsiders of Luohua Valley are not allowed to enter."

Master Ya Jiu stopped and turned his head, and the sword attendants who were leading him also looked back.

"Forgive me, old man. The young master ordered us to enforce martial law just after this tragedy happened in the valley. Logically speaking, even you shouldn't enter. There are rules in Luohua Valley..."

"I understand." Master Ya Jiu looked at his subordinates, "Do as the Romans do, you just listen to these little brothers."

The head sword attendant also said harshly: "You don't wink, this is the only grandpa of the young master. One person leads a team, and you must take good care of these brothers in Lieyanzhuang."

The two parties took a step back, and this conflict, which was not considered a conflict, was virtually resolved.

Ya Jiuye followed the lead sword attendant, all the way through the valley, there are ruins everywhere, new tombs and coffins.

From the smelting area in the front, to the living area of ​​the people in the valley in the middle, to the market, and then to the courtyard of the head of the Yan family.

"It's so ruthless, it doesn't leave a single blade of grass, and even ordinary people are not spared," Master Yajiu's canthus cracked, "I, Yajiu, will kill this thief! Who did it? Luohuagu offended who?"

The sword servant suppressed his grief, and said in a deep voice: "The owner of the valley has always told us to keep a low profile, how can we make enemies with others? But Luohua Valley is famous, and there are countless people in the world who want the method of smelting in the valley... Those people, even the Yan Family Ancestral Hall It's all ruined!"

"Every man is innocent, but pregnant is guilty." How could Master Ya Jiu not understand.

"Now, the most dangerous thing is the young master. He is the only descendant of Luohua Valley. Luohua Valley is no longer safe. Those thieves will never give up if they don't get what they want. They can make a comeback at any time. But the young master is bent on revenge, the old man You must persuade him."

As he said that, he had already arrived at the hall of the Yan family's ancestral house.

"The young master is inside. He won't let us disturb him. He won't eat or drink to keep watch for the master and his wife. You can go in."

Master Ya Jiu looked back at the valley full of shadows from the lights, and stepped into the threshold.

Entering the courtyard three times and crossing three thresholds, the hall of the main hall is lit with ever-burning lamps.

A man dressed in sackcloth and filial piety was sitting upright on his knees, with a dead soul, just mechanically burning paper money in the brazier over and over again.

Master Ya Jiu recognized at a glance that this was Yan Shuangfei.

With tears in his eyes, he stepped forward quickly: "Xiao Fei, grandpa is here. Your mother, your father's revenge, grandpa will definitely help you."

Yan Shuangfei lowered his head deeply, clenched the paper money in his hand, bent his back, and dared not look at him in pain, so he could only hold back his weeping and said hoarsely: "It's gone, it's gone."

Master Ya Jiu knelt beside him, pressing his hands tremblingly on his shoulders: "You still have Grandpa, and Lieyanzhuang, as long as the secrets of Luohua Valley haven't fallen into the hands of the enemy, Luohua Valley will definitely make a comeback. help you."

"Really? Then, thank you grandpa." Yan Shuangfei slowly raised his head, his pale face was dry and dehydrated, and his eye sockets were slightly deep with a little cyan.His eyes were dull, and naturally he didn't have the tears and sadness that Lord Yajiu thought.

"You!" Master Ya Jiu opened his eyes wide and lowered his head slowly.

Yan Shuangfei's hand was placed on the dantian of his abdomen, and the dagger in his hand, which was cut into iron like mud, was half buried in his body.

The blood did not drip, but was continuously sucked away by the dagger.

Yan Shuangfei opened and closed his lips, and his voice came from his abdomen: "Thank you, Grandpa, for allowing me to avenge my mother."