This seat is a villain

Xue Yao stood alone in the night staring at the flames soaring into the sky.The raging fire was reflected in his pupils, but the coolness in his eyes could not be erased.

The night sky that was originally full of stars suddenly began to rain.

Xue Yao originally planned to bury the heavy snow in the bamboo forest of the back mountain. This place is a place Xue Yao likes very much, where birds are singing and flowers are fragrant, and green bamboos are shady.But he thought that Chongxue's lifelong wish was to leave Jiutianmen and visit the capital, so Xue Yao simply lit a fire in the heavy rain.

The rain was getting more and more urgent, but it couldn't extinguish the flame.Xue Yao looked at the gradually blurred figure in the heavy snow amidst the raging fire and thought: This is too bad, I've been depending on you.Whether you are promising or not, I have to keep you in the Privy Council.

Get a good night's sleep first, and wait for me to avenge you.

The fire burned for a long time before it stopped, and the rain was getting heavier and heavier. Xue Yao carefully packed the remains of Chongxue into a small jar, turned around and walked out of the bamboo forest.

Although many disciples died in vain due to the incident of vertical pupil on Jialou Mountain, Chongxue definitely did not die at the hands of vertical pupil.The meridians of her whole body were broken but there was no external injury. It can be seen that the heart meridian was instantly broken by a person with extremely deep internal strength.

Too many people on Jialou Mountain had the motive to kill Chongxue, no matter who did it, the account must be recorded on Jiutian Gate.

Xue Yao walked in the heavy rain holding the bones of the heavy snow, allowing the rain to wash him mercilessly.A flash of lightning broke through the night sky, Xue Yao's footsteps paused, and he saw a person standing in the torrential rain.

The man didn't hold an umbrella and was soaked, as if he had been standing in the rain for a long time.

The person who came was Lin Jinhuan. He stood in a daze in the heavy rain, like a lonely soul who had been away for a hundred years.

Xue Yao didn't seem to see Lin Jinhuan, and walked straight past him holding the heavy snow's ashes.

Although Xue Yao knew in his heart that Lin Jinhuan was not responsible for Chongxue's death, Chongxue died tragically on Jialou Mountain, and he had no choice but to vent his anger on Lin Jinhuan.

Another flash of lightning flashed across the sky, and the moment the two passed by, Lin Jinhuan's figure flashed, and he turned to block Xue Yao, stubbornly blocking his way.

Xue Yao raised his head and glanced at Lin Jinhuan in this brief light, his eyes were not bright at the moment, and his eyes were a bit colder than the heavy rain in late autumn.

He pushed Lin Jinhuan away, and continued to walk forward with his head buried.

"Xue Yao!" Lin Jinhuan rushed forward and grabbed Xue Yao's arm relentlessly.

Xue Yao pulled his arm, his patience was at the limit, Xue Yao turned around and said angrily: "Lin Jinhuan! Are you going to finish..."

Before he finished speaking, he was wrapped into a firm embrace.Lin Jinhuan's force was so great that it hurt his heart.Xue Yao belatedly realized that his body was as stiff as a piece of wood, his limbs and bones were out of his control, and the urn in his hand almost fell out of his hands.

"Lin Jinhuan, let me go!" Xue Yao could no longer bear the panic in his heart.He raised a palm and attacked Lin Jinhuan, trying to break free from his imprisonment.

Lin Jinhuan didn't dodge, he gritted his teeth and accepted the palm.He buried his face on Xue Yao's neck, and hugged him tighter with both arms.

Xue Yao felt a hand on the back of his head, pressing his head against a broad shoulder.Lin Jinhuan's warm breath fell behind his ears, and he heard Lin Jinhuan say softly: I'm sorry.

Don't be sad.In the heavy rain, Lin Jinhuan hugged the person in his arms tightly. He closed his red eyes and said in his heart: I'm sorry.

This embrace was neither warm nor gentle, but instead carried the breath of cold rain.But Xue Yao's heart, which had been armed with great difficulty, was pried open just like that.

The two returned to Qingxin Hall in silence.Lin Jinhuan didn't ask to leave, and Xue Yao didn't let him go either.Xue Yao found a set of dry clothes for Lin Jinhuan to change into, and then, just like the countless nights before when he lost track of time while holding candles, Lin Jinhuan fell asleep on Xue Yao's bed.

It seemed like a long time ago that the two of them chatted all night in Qingxintang without any grievances.

Xue Yao got up and threw a blanket on Lin Jinhuan, and continued writing the letter to the Privy Council before returning to the case.

Xue Yao glanced at Lin Jinhuan in his sleep, and wrote the first line on the plain rice paper: Guan Shanyu is indeed in Jialou Mountain, and is kept by Lin Jinhuan, the young master of Jiutianmen.

The pouring rain has stopped, and the autumn wind blows in from the window with a wet aroma.Xue Yao wrote the second line: Use Guan Shanyu as a bait to spread rumors in the rivers and lakes, and must guide the major immortal sects to besiege the Jiutian Gate on the day of the May Festival next year.

Lin Jinhuan did not sleep soundly, and frowned tightly in his dream.Xue Yao threw down his pen, got up, lit a pillar of tranquilizing incense, and went back to the case to write the third sentence on the paper: The enchantment at the entrance of Jialou Mountain was set up by Wen Qiaohe, and involving Little Chang'an Temple in the game would help break the barrier. array.

Xue Yao stared at the letter paper for a long time, and finally took up a pen and wrote on the letter: Jiutianmen has been a religion for a hundred years, and it is a heinous crime to sacrifice human beings.

The Jiutian Gate will be eradicated on the fifth day of May next year.

Shen Zhaobi woke up in the middle of the night, her temples hurt like being pricked by needles, and the sound of rain outside the window disturbed her.

With sleepy eyes, she saw a vague figure sitting by the window.

"Zhaobi, you're awake." Seeing that Shen Zhaobi was awake, the figure pushed aside the gauze curtain and slowly walked towards her.

It was only when the black shadow approached that Shen Zhaobi could clearly see who was coming.

"How could it be you..." Shen Zhaobi was a little surprised, but before she finished speaking, her eyes fell into a void.She froze in place like a marionette.

"Good boy." Heiying sat down in front of Shen Zhaobi's bed: "Come and tell me what you saw in Qingxin Hall today."

Shen Zhaobi's tender and affectionate eyes lost their spirit at this time, she stared straight ahead dully, and said word by word: "I saw..."

"Did you see Situ Kun?" Xue Yao leaned against the window and asked in surprise.

"Exactly." Shen Zhaobi just woke up this morning, with a haggard face.Sitting on the bed with the brocade quilt in her arms, she recalled: "When he came, he wanted to kill me and Chongxue. Later, something happened, and Situ Kun left in a hurry. When he left, Chongxue and she hadn't..."

Chongxue was still alive when Situ Kun left.

"And then?" Xue Yao came to Shen Zhaobi's bed and asked.

"Then I passed out suddenly." Shen Zhaobi said with some self-blame: "I'm sorry, I didn't take care of Chongxue well..."

"Don't blame yourself." Xue Yao interrupted Shen Zhaobi, and continued to ask: "Did Situ Kun come here alone?"

Shen Zhaobi's expression was dull for a moment, and then she said dully: "Yes, but he, he brought a...blue...blue..."

Shen Zhaobi suddenly trembled all over, with a frightened expression on his face, as if he had been greatly frightened at that time.

"Zhaobi!" Xue Yao's fingertips condensed a touch of true energy, and penetrated into Shen Zhaobi's spirit.

Only then did Shen Zhaobi calm down.

Xue Yao avoided irritating Shen Zhaobi any more, so he tried to keep his tone as gentle as possible. He leaned down/body and asked softly, "Did you see that blue shadow that day?"

Shen Zhaobi nodded, and then said: "It... is not like an ordinary thing, it absorbs my spiritual power as soon as it appears, making it impossible to resist..."

Xue Yao thought that Jin Yi had indeed mentioned that Shen Zhaobi's Qi Sea was damaged.Could it be that he and Lin Jinhuan really underestimated this old man before, and the vertical pupil was indeed related to Situ Kun?

Xue Yao left Shen Zhaobi's bedroom, still thinking about Situ Kun in his heart.According to what Shen Zhaobi said, after Situ Kun had succeeded, he left in a hurry. It can be seen that a person Situ Kun had to be afraid of came to Qingxintang at that time.

A person whose cultivation base is advanced, and who has attracted Situ Kun's fear, the only one on Jialou Mountain is...

At this time, a faint sound of music interrupted Xue Yao's thoughts. A butterfly flew from a distance, landed lightly on Xue Yao's shoulder, and flapped its wings lightly.

Xue Yao looked in the direction where the music came from. It was a path full of poppies, winding and secluded, and a path paved with terrazzo leading to the deep part of the courtyard.

By coincidence, Xue Yao walked towards the direction of the music as if he had been bewitched.

As you go deeper into the courtyard, the sound of the music becomes clearer. It turns out that someone is playing a Jinling ditty.The sound of the piano is sometimes melodious and clear, sometimes sad and moving, constantly attracting people to find out.

After bypassing a scattered rockery and walking past the water pavilion, what Xue Yao saw was an exquisite garden.Although it is the end of autumn at this time, there is a scene of spring and Jingming in the garden.Roses, wisterias, and phalaenopsis compete to bloom in this early winter, and countless butterflies play and dance among the flowers.

The butterfly resting on Xue Yao's shoulder spread its wings quietly. It lingered among the flowers for a while, and finally landed on the temple of a woman in red in the garden.

This woman is Huo Qingquan. Among the brocade-like flowers, Huo Qingquan is playing a harp to a peony.

Huo Qingquan raised his eyes and glanced at Xue Yao, pursed his lips and nodded slightly, revealing the dimples on his cheeks.The piano in her hand kept playing, and the light in her talking eyes seemed to be inviting Xue Yao to come closer.

Huo Qingquan's piano skills are superb, and the music flows out of her fingers like flowing water, which makes people unable to bear being intoxicated.Attracted by the sound of the piano, Xue Yao was about to step forward when the Dongzhu he carried in his arms suddenly became hot, which made Xue Yao wake up in an instant.

Xue Yao stopped in his tracks, and the music in his head faded instantly.

It's so dangerous, Xue Yao thought to himself, almost falling into Huo Qingquan's way.

Xue Yao paused, and sat down on a stone bench not far from Huo Qingquan, listening to Huo Qingquan playing the piano in his spare time.

The sound of the piano in Huo Qingquan's hand suddenly became aroused, and the butterfly that had been parked among the flowers rose into the air in an instant, flying around with an increasingly rapid rhythm, bringing an ominous wind in place.The rare flowers in this winter were blown down mercilessly by the wind, and the petals scattered away.

Xue Yao sat firmly on the stone bench, unmoved.Until the end of the song, the wind stops and the trees stop.

"It's really a rare visitor." Huo Qingquan put down the piano money in her hand and walked in front of Xue Yao. She blessed her body and said with a smile: "I didn't expect to see Mr. Xue Si in Baoqiong Tower, so we can be regarded as old acquaintances." gone."

"How else can we say that the fate is wonderful." Xue Yao looked at Huo Qingquan, smiled and said, "Who would have thought that the famous Qingquan girl is actually the elder of Jiutianmen. I hope that Elder Huo will forgive me for being disrespectful in the past. "

"Huo Qingquan from Chaochaolou is the elder of Jiutianmen, so who is Fourth Master Xue?" Huo Qingquan sat down beside Xue Yao, took a jug of wine from the servant girl, and poured a glass for Xue Yao himself.

Xue Yao looked at Huo Qingquan's Qianqian Su hand who was pouring wine, and said with a smile, "I'm just a wanderer."

"Fourth Master Xue is underestimating himself by saying that." Huo Qingquan handed the wine glass in front of Xue Yao, and said, "How can a prodigal son win the favor of the sect master as soon as he arrives?"

Xue Yao took the cup from Huo Qingquan's hand, but nothing came of her words.He raised his head and drank the wine in the glass, and asked seemingly unintentionally: "I have known Miss Qingquan for many years, and it is not a girl who has such a unique skill. Just now, the sound of the piano controlling the butterfly is simply amazing."

Huo Qingquan also finished the wine in his hand, stared at Xue Yao with a pair of eyes, and said with a smile: "These butterflies are the birthday gifts presented by Chaochaolou to the sect master during the birthday banquet, what does Fourth Master Xue think? "

"It can be called a masterpiece." Xue Yao sincerely praised.

After a few words of probing, Xue Yao offered to leave.Huo Qingquan tried to persuade him to stay but failed, so he personally sent him out of the garden.On the way back to Qingxintang, Xue Yao took out the Dongzhu from his arms.This bead is crystal clear and round, the whole body is white, although it is of the highest quality, it is nothing special, I don't know why it can save people from the miasma just now.

I don't know what Lin Jinhuan, a meddlesome person, did to this bead.Xue Yao thought unhappily, but put the beads close to his body.

***

Late at night in the Chaoshan Hall, Lin Jinhuan was sitting under the lamp reading a book of "Notes on the Eight Desolation Classics".Although the stories in this book are exaggerated, they are not all nonsense.

"That's what he said?" Lin Jinhuan put down the book and frowned slightly: "Shen Zhaobi was injured because of Situ Kun?"

"Yes." Jin Yi was sitting next to Lin Jinhuan, fiddling with a newly acquired gold-plated nine-link ring.I saw her fingers flying up and down, dismantling the little thing in a short while.Jin Yi threw the newly acquired rare thing aside without interest, and said, "Xue Yao also said that Huo Qingquan is a little suspicious, so let us be extra careful."

How could it be Situ Kun.Lin Jinhuan thought to himself, these days, in the name of a thorough investigation of the vertical pupil, Yanqing has interrogated the people under Situ Kun's sect several times, and even Situ Kun was asked by Lin Chao alone for several times. Some small tricks of their door were caught, but no other abnormalities were found.Lin Jinhuan almost believed that Situ Kun was pushed out to divert attention.

Now someone saw Situ Kun committing a murder with his own eyes...

Lin Jinhuan closed the book in his hand, looked at Jinyi and asked, "In your opinion, is there something unusual about Huo Qingquan's art of controlling butterflies with the sound of the piano?"

Jin Yi thought for a moment, and said seriously: "The art of controlling butterflies with the sound of the zither is really rare, so the art requires extremely high qin art and internal strength, and it is difficult for ordinary people to achieve both. However, this art is an ancient power. Created in leisure time, mainly for pleasure, it is not a killer move."

What Jin Yi said was exactly what Lin Jinhuan expected, so he thought about it and asked, "Could the problem be with the sound of the piano?"

Jin Yi said: "Among the Kyushu, there are quite a few monks who use the qin as a tool. Some use the sound of the qin to disturb people's minds, and some kill people. But there has never been a technique of using the qin to make up for it."

Lin Jinhuan thought for a moment after hearing the words, and said, "All the clues pointing to Situ Kun came from Shen Zhaobi who is beside Huo Qingquan. Huo Qingquan and Situ Kun have always been at odds, and this is a little subtle." Lin Jinhuan paused After a pause, he asked Jin Yi, "Is this Shen Zhaobi trustworthy?"

"From Xue Yaozhi's point of view, this person is credible." Jin Yi also asked Xue Yao this question in Qingxin Hall today.

Lin Jinhuan squeezed his eyebrows, and said: "Continue to keep an eye on Situ Kun, and pay special attention to Huo Qingquan."

The two talked for a while about erecting pupils. Seeing that it was getting late, Jin Yi got up and said goodbye.Before going out, Lin Jinhuan called him down.

"Bring this book to him tomorrow for me." Lin Jinhuan handed Jinyi the "Notes on the Eight Desolation Classics" he had just read, with a purple bamboo bookmark sandwiched in one of the pages.

Jin Yi blinked, and knowingly asked, "To whom?"

"Who are you talking about?" Lin Jinhuan looked at Jinyi with raised eyes, and said alarmingly: "You are the only one who has missed important matters."

"What big things can you two do?" Jin Yi reluctantly put down the book, and murmured reluctantly, "Why don't you go by yourself..."

"Good senior sister." Lin Jinhuan used his special skill: "Please senior sister, please run for me."

"Okay, okay, I got it." Jin Yi couldn't stand Lin Jinhuan's behavior the most in her life, she hurriedly stuffed the book into her bosom, and walked out.

The bookmarked page of Lin Jinhuan's "Notes on the Eight Wildernesses" recorded a short story about an evil creature in the Great Southern Wilderness called the Soul Eater.This thing looks like a scorpion, with a color of blue, facing life and death.Only by eating the soul before dusk can life be prolonged.At the beginning, this thing feeds on the spirits of plants and trees, and when it becomes stronger, it can eat the spirits of animals. In the end, it can eat the souls of people, and it uses soil as its great thief.