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

It is already morning, breakfast has been used, and the trivial matters have been dealt with, so I can talk about everything in a leisurely and detailed manner.

The place Mu Jun chose was the shore of Hu Ting Shui.

The wind is warm, the flowers are blooming, the wine is on the table, and Situ Zheng and Fushen are by his side.

"Excuse me, does Miss Xiangzhi have any brothers? The name is Gu Mowen."

Mu Junhou's words seemed to come from casual chatting, Gu Jinxiao was not surprised at all.

Miss Qinniang doesn't have a villainous face that makes people face each other like a cold sword.Even if the eyes are cold and detached and not in the world of mortals, it also makes people subconsciously feel a sense of closeness and trust.

Gu Jinxiao finished drinking the wine in the cup, without raising his eyebrows, he said calmly: "He came out of the Changge Gate with me. The Changge Gate is located in a world called Jishan, which has always been isolated from the world. Although there are scholars in the gate Where swordsmen retreat, there will be disputes if there are too many people. At that time, in Jishan, the masters of the thirteen sects had different beliefs and gradually divided into two camps.

One side insists on entering the world, hates evil like hatred, and believes that justice in the world should last forever like a noble spirit.One side avoids the world and is cynical, thinking that there is no such thing as pure black and white in the world, that human nature is inherently evil, and that one can indulge one's heart and be at ease.The two parties are incompatible with each other, and both act to extremes.It is hypocrisy for one party to think that the other is sanctimonious.One party thinks that the other party does not distinguish between black and white, and hides evil things.

Gradually, if people from different camps meet, they will draw their swords and kill each other, endlessly.Even the same door is no exception.The relationship between Gu Mowen and me is the shortest and furthest distance in this world.He and I have an emotional connection with each other, and if one is hurt, the other will feel the same.He and I have been in business for the rest of our lives, and we cannot meet each other.If one day we live together in one corner, we can only have one of the two. "

Compared with ordinary women, Gu Xiangzhi's voice is extremely clear and light, and the grievances and grievances are said calmly, without any emotion.

But this black and white dispute, the tragic and frightening one, is hidden between the lines, but it can still be seen.

Mu Junhou has been in this arena for a long time, and he has seen a lot of unpredictable people in the world: "Although justice is good, if it goes a step further, it may become a tiger banner for hypocrites to oppress others. Be kind to yourself, and there is no restriction on the mixing of good and evil. It would make the world no longer have fair laws and regulations. The seniors who sacrificed to the mountain were too resolute and extreme, and instead caused a catastrophe."

However, Situ Zheng said: "My master once said that the balance of good and evil in the world is like the sun and the moon ebb and flow. If you leave it alone, it's like weeds and crops mixed together. But if black and white have their own leaders, force them out. Gathering and separating, although it looks dark and long, and the light is dazzling, it can strongly inspire justice and restrain small evils like floods and dams. On the contrary, it makes the world clear and clear."

Mu Junhou smiled slightly, noncommittal: "Senior Situ has great wisdom."

The Fushen girl who had been listening attentively also pursed her lips and chin, and said in an elegant and gentle voice: "It is impossible to completely eradicate evil. If it is scattered, it will be mixed with the white way, and it is difficult to clarify. If something is done, it will be shocking." The hypocrisy that is thought to be a white way, instead of being good and evil does not exist. If there is a powerful organization that uses evil to control evil, it is also a solution."

Gu Jinxiao glanced at the three of them.Human concepts have long been born in subtlety, but only when faced with different things do they manifest a little or two.

See what you see.

"I cultivate the voice of the living, and he cultivates the joy of killing people. I only have one piece of advice. If you match, don't let him have the opportunity to draw a sword."

As soon as the words fell, Gu Jinxiao got up and left: "I've bothered you for so long, it's time to say goodbye."

Situ Zheng didn't expect her to walk so fast, so he just sat there blankly: "I, I haven't healed her face yet."

He leaped out like an arrow and quickly caught up.

God Fu watched them go away, looked at Mu Junhou, who was still in thought, and said with a smile: "The beauty is gone, how can Junhou not say a word to keep her? It doesn't seem like a gentleman's style."

Mu Junhou returned to his senses, tapped his palm lightly with the folding fan, thoughtfully: "The day of goodbye is not far away, how can we count it as a parting?"

When Gu Jinxiao came out of the courtyard corridor, he used his lightness kung fu, held the qin and plucked the strings if he was not strong enough in the air, and with the help of sound waves, he was able to continue flying away without using any strength.

However, Changge's master even pays attention to Qingluan dance and music, returning to the wind and snow, blindly elegant and tactful, but not in a straight line.Therefore, before his strength was exhausted, he was still caught up.

"Wait, Mu Tianshu's genius doctor friend will come here soon, you heal your face first before leaving."

The two of them had already walked out of Lieyanzhuang, Gu Jinxiao turned his head and saw that his expression was clear and stern and stubborn, but his eyes were clear and stubborn.

Gu Jinxiao pursed her pale lips slightly: "You forgot, I am also a doctor."

He casually caressed the scar on his face with his finger: "It was healed last night. I was afraid that the healing would scare everyone, so I had to draw a stroke to cover it up. I wanted you to defend me last night, so I didn't heal immediately. You hurt me, I lied to you, I owe nothing to each other. If you are willing to help me keep this secret, I can tell you what happened last night. "

Seeing that the face of the person in front of him was really intact, Situ Zheng breathed a sigh of relief, but was slightly disappointed.

"Just as long as you are well. I won't tell, not even Mu Tianshu, the God of Fu. The person who killed last night may have something to do with my master's news. He is my only relative. He treats me like a father and brother. He is missing." I have been unable to find him for a long time. If you can tell me something, I will repay you."

Gu Jinxiao looked at the boy's black and white pupils, and remembered that Rong Chen, who was laughing and scolding childishly under Yuexia last night, was the same boy, but his personality was completely opposite.

"The young man who drew the sword last night did claim to be from Qilin Villa. He was very young, about the same age as you. Those who died were a group of robbers from the mountains. The chief culprit was torn to pieces by unjust souls. The accomplice only said that it was a beautiful woman Hua Hua. Pay a lot of money to hijack the son in the car, and tell him not to hurt anyone. Your master is a man and should be very old, so that probably doesn't fit."

Situ Zheng looked solemn, gritted his teeth, and shook his head: "No. Three years ago, my master went down the mountain for something, and he told me not to leave before. I waited for him not to return, and I went down the mountain privately half a year ago, but I heard people in the world talk about it. Ghost sword. They say that the previous generation of ghost swords has been rampant in the world for several years, challenging famous schools and schools everywhere, hurting the elite disciples of various schools, and finally hit Qilin Villa, but was beheaded by a 14-year-old boy. The name of ghost sword has also been iterated Substitution."

Situ Zheng raised his eyes sharply: "But, my master is the real ghost sword of the previous generation. How could he, an old man over sixty years old, challenge and hurt people everywhere? What's more, when the ghost sword was rampant in the Jianghu, my master was ill at all. He didn’t walk down the mountain even half a step. Many people have seen that imposter, and they all say that he is in his 30s and looks like a rich man.”

"Someone pretended to be your master and offended the Central Plains martial arts? Then your master should be fine." Gu Jinxiao whispered doubts.

Soothed by his voice, Situ Zheng slowly regained his composure: "I always thought it was an impostor, but I saw the wound of the deceased last night. It was indeed caused by Master's sword. Master once said that his Ghost Sword , originally because the name of the sword is ghost. According to legend, the swordsmith is an alchemist, and he made a sword with a piece of black iron that seals countless evil spirits. People can impersonate, but the sword is absolutely impossible. If the master is still alive, how can this sword be In Rong Chen's hands?"

Gu Jinxiao didn't expect that so many grievances and grievances were involved in a chance encounter last night: "Does your master have other disciples? Maybe the other party took his sword. Others regard him as the heir of the ghost sword after retiring."

Situ Zheng's eyes were gloomy: "I've been thinking this way, that person might be a certain senior brother, so I haven't found Qilin Villa until last night. I really can't figure it out. I keep this secret in my heart, and I don't know who to tell it to." ——Not only was the lightsaber a ghost sword last night, but even the sword moves were exactly the same as the master's. I can't admit my mistake."

This is strange, even if Rong Chen kills the person who inherits the ghost sword and becomes the new owner of the ghost sword, it doesn't make sense to inherit kung fu.Could it be that even Rong Chen is Situ Zheng's senior brother?

Qinniang's detached and indifferent demeanor is probably too similar to the statues enshrined in the temple, which not only makes people feel at ease and trustworthy, but also makes people want to talk.

Hearing the repressed and unsolvable thoughts of the cold and stubborn young swordsman, it was the first time for Gu Jinxiao to be so defenseless.

He didn't give any random guesses to mess with his thoughts, but just nodded lightly: "It will always be found out, don't rush it slowly. I will pay attention to the other world to help you ask the deceased to see if anyone has seen it. Pass your master."

Someone could understand him. Situ Zheng's suppressed mood felt much better. Looking at the cool and detached beautiful face in front of him, he said, "For you alchemists who are used to traveling between Yin and Yang, life and death are probably only separated by a door. That's great."

Being confided in trust can make people unable to resist returning the same.

Gu Jinxiao raised his hand and stroked the top of the young man's head: "I've always had a doubt in my heart: people die as ghosts, why do ghosts die? The inner world and the outside world don't seem to be much different. So far, I haven't found the underworld, nor have I found it. The place of reincarnation. See you next time, I hope you and I can solve the confusion in our hearts."

Hearing that the person in front of him was still leaving, Situ Zheng didn't feel disappointed this time, probably because of the time to meet again.

The face that belonged to Gu Xiangzhi, never happy or sad, transcended the world, Gu Jinxiao flew away lightly: "There is a Mr. Taibai in Changgemen, who once wrote a poem: The living are passers-by, and the dead are returning. We share the same sorrow for the eternal dust."

The lingering sound is still there, but there is no trace in the green mountains.

Is life and death just a journey home?

Situ Zheng seemed to understand but didn't understand, but he felt that his heart, which had been filled with hostility and hatred for a long time, began to slowly dissipate the thick fog above the river.

He recited the poem silently, and walked back to Mu Junhou and the others step by step.

The author has something to say:

Sacrifice the mountain, Kisan.Are you okay?

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