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Ruan Shi put away the folding fan, and pressed his right hand on the sword at his waist calmly.

Lang Chan pretended not to know, his smiling eyes still fixed on Wen Xia'er, and called again: "Ah Yang, I'm here to see you."

Wen Xia's five fingers curled up into fists, his knuckles were white, and he asked with restraint: "...how did you manage to appear in front of me so openly and aboveboard."

Lang Chan's eyebrows twitched slightly, his smiling eyes fell on Ruan Zhi's face behind Wen Xia'er as if there was nothing there, and he said, "I'm here to meet my lost and found friend, what's wrong?"

Ruan Zhi's gloomy eyes lit up for a moment, and he slapped Ruan Shi's right arm. He drew out the sword from Ruan Shi's waist, and put the sword on Ruan Shi's neck from behind.

"Little brother!" Ruan Shi couldn't believe it, and when he wanted to turn his head to see Ruan Zhi clearly, there was a bloodstain on his neck, forcing him to dare not move an inch, "...Little brother, what are you doing!"

Ruan Zhi remained silent, the expression in his eyes became dull and silent again, but his eyes were fixed on Lang Chan.

Wen Xia glanced at the back from the corner of his eye, Lang Chan saw through what was going on in his mind, and said insinuatingly: "The sword falls with the hand, but it's only in an instant."

"Then what is the purpose of you controlling Ruan Zhi to lure me here?" Wen Xia turned his eyes, the red talisman hidden in his sleeve was ready to move, he only waited for the other party to tear off the mask first, and then he did it.

Lang Chan didn't strike preemptively as he expected, his eyes swept across his sleeves, "I said, I'm here to see you." He took a few steps forward without slowing down, leaving the smell Xia Er got closer and repeated: "Ah Yang, I'm here to see you."

"I don't want to see you again!" Wen Xia's eyes were sharp, and after examining Lang Chan's face inch by inch like a knife, he suddenly stepped forward and grabbed Lang Chan's hanging arm, and asked in a low voice: "Mo Zhu... Did you kill him!"

The raindrops falling down the edge of the umbrella slipped from Wen Xia'er's forehead until his eyelids wetted his eyelashes, but he just stared at Lang Chan, not moving.

Lang Chan still smiled lightly, as if this incident didn't touch his emotions at all, he said: "It was Ruan Syming who killed Mr. Mo Zhu."

Wen Xia'er's grip on Lang Chan's arm tightened suddenly, furious: "Mo Zhu never knew Ruan Yan, he had no grievances, why did Ruan Yan kill him? Tell me!"

The red talisman flew angrily, surrounded Lang Chan from behind, blocking his way.

Lang Chan finally suppressed his smile, and after a moment of silence, he changed the topic: "Respond to Tianchang Palace with me."

Wen Xia's chest rose and fell, and her eyes were red.He was short of breath, raised his hand, and a fierce fist hit Lang Chan's face, but Lang Chan seemed to have expected it, intercepted his fist halfway and shackles it in his palm.

The scene in front of Wen Xia's eyes was suddenly in a trance. He shook his head and tried to wake up, but the familiar drowsiness surged up from his body, "Lang... Qing... Xun." He squeezed out these three words from his throat , his figure swayed and fell backwards.

In the blink of an eye, Lang Chan stretched out his hands to pinch his shoulders and pulled him back. His eyes calmly looked at Wen Xia's closed eyes and then retracted, as if he was not concerned about the sudden drowsiness of the other party. Feel surprised.

Seeing this scene, Ruan Shi slowly showed a sarcastic smile on his face: "Master Lang's chess move is superior, this junior is convinced."

Lang Chan was noncommittal, holding an umbrella in one hand, supporting Wen Xiaer in the other, and turned his back: "Take the answer to Tianchang Palace and put it in the dungeon."

Ruan Zhimu nodded slowly with a face, and slashed the back of Ruan Shi's neck quickly and fiercely with a knife in his hand. Ruan Shi's body froze, and immediately fell to the ground.

Before leaving, Lang Chan's eyes quickly glanced at the ancient temple of Luocha, and with a wave of his sleeves, together with the red symbols scattered in the rain, all traces of the fighting in the ancient temple were hidden.The ancient temple was restored as before, as if no one had ever been there.

Lang Luo sat alone by the lotus pond in Yingtianchang Palace, with a cold expression, staring at the surface of the pond, as if in a trance.The lotus in the pond has withered, and the eyes are full of withered and yellow scenery.Most of the trees planted by the pool are dyed red. Occasionally, a cool wind blows, and a few red leaves fall into the pool, which disturbs the fish in the pool and makes silent water patterns. It is early autumn.

When the disciples in the palace were patrolling, they happened to meet Lang Chan who was returning home, and they all cupped their hands and said, "Palace Master."

Lang Ruo regained his senses because of the cry, turned his head to look, Lang Chan and the patrolling disciples nodded and walked towards the direction of the dungeon, Lang Rao called out to him: "Master."

Lang Chan stopped walking, saw that most of her body was hidden behind the rockery and was not conspicuous, so he failed to notice it in time.Lang Chan walked over and stopped in front of Lang Luo: "What's the matter?"

"I just want to ask when the palace master will return to the palace." Lang Luo paused and said, "Did you bring back the friend you've been looking for for a long time?"

"I'm going back to the palace today." Lang Chan's eyes fell on the withered lotus pond, and he said slowly, "I brought it back."

Lang Luo nodded, and stopped asking about this friend who responded to Tianchang Palace.But she didn't know what to remember, her indifferent face loosened, and she asked: "Xing'er hasn't returned yet?"

Lang Chan said: "He is still traveling abroad."

"About when will I be able to return?" Lang Luo's tone of voice implied concern.

"Soon." Lang Chan replied speciously.

Lang Luo thought for a while, and finally nodded, "I see."

Lang Chan withdrew his gaze, turned and left.

In the dungeon of Yingtianchang Palace, the atmosphere is damp and extremely dark, and there is a deadly silence everywhere, which is so oppressive that one can hardly breathe.

After Lang Chan entered the dungeon, he walked to an iron door and stopped. He unlocked it and pushed the door in.

Ruan Shi knelt on the ground with his head down, his limbs were bound by heavy iron chains and he couldn't move. His body was covered with bloodstains left after being punished.Hearing the sound of the door opening, he slowly raised his head, saw the visitor clearly through the scattered hair on his forehead, and laughed at himself: "The death penalty in Yingtianchang Palace really deserves its reputation..."

Lang Chan flicked his fingertips to light up the oil lamps hanging between the two walls, and the scene in the room became much brighter in an instant.He walked up to Ruan Shi slowly, and looked down at him: "I underestimated that the Ruan family in Lone Star Village still has a clan like yours."

Ruan Shi's throat trembled, and he wanted to laugh, but he accidentally pulled the wound on his stomach. The pain made him hiss, and he waited for a long time before opening his mouth: "Palace Master Lang murdered his father and brother, for his own selfish desires to cause disasters everywhere... I In front of Palace Master Lang, everything he has done is nothing more than tricks and tricks."

"Lang Jiu died because of his mother's Gu poison, and Lang Yi died of illness after abolishing his cultivation. Everyone knows." Lang Chan's face was calm, "And this Gu poison is the secret technique of your Lone Star Village."

Ruan Shi's hands that were chained to the sky suddenly tightened, his eyes were tearing apart, and he stared at Lang Chan: "You are the one who did all of this, and you are the one who is behind the scenes and covers the sky with one hand! Uncle is just a sharp sword in your hand, throw it away after using it!"

After Lang Chan finished listening, something strange appeared in his heart. He inspected Ruan Shi's sad and indignant face, and said, "It turns out that you came to seek revenge for Ruan Shi."

Ruan Shi's eyes froze for a moment, and he immediately retorted: "I came to seek revenge on you. You killed 160 and seven bloodlines of my Ruan family, including my parents who happened to be guests at Lone Star Manor that night!"

"You kidnapped my younger brothers and sisters after my uncle died, and you asked Tong'er to refine the mother-child Gu, but Tong'er was not very good at cultivation, and halfway through refining the Gu poison, he was devoured by the Gu insect and died. Die! After Tong'er died, you asked Zhi'er to continue refining. Zhi'er's cultivation base is much higher than Tong'er's. He helped you refine Gu insects, but he was not the person who first refined Gu, so Zhi'er can only use The sound of the flute drives those people who are poisoned by Gu poison."

Killing intent flashed in Ruan Shi's eyes, and he said with a sneer, "You killed my parents, my younger siblings, Lang Chan——I want you to die!"

Facing the undisguised murderous intent on his body and the hatred in his words, Lang Chan's expression remained the same, but a smile appeared in his eyes, this smile was cold and cold, so intense that it was almost numb, as if he was seeing someone in front of him. What arrived was not Ruan Shi, but a wolf whose head had been severed and died thoroughly.

"It was Ruan Canyen who killed the Ruan family's family members and your parents. You want to avenge him but you don't want to admit that he did it." Lang Chan said, "Could it be because he abolished it after he took the position of owner? Did you accept the family rules of Gu Xing Zhuang that the world despised? You also happened to accept his favor."

Ruan Shi's face turned pale, Lang Chan's words hit the nail on the head, piercing his heart.

He is a concubine from a side branch of Gu Xing Zhuang. According to the family rules, he will be raised as a furnace from the moment he is born, and after he looks better, he will be sent to the monks of various sects to become a lowly plaything. Later, after Ruan Yan ascended to the position of owner of Lone Star Manor, he single-handedly repelled the crowd and broke the family's shackles of corruption and ugliness. He still doesn't know where the abyss is, and he is wasting his time in a daze.

Seeing his silence, Lang Chan smiled and said: "You hate him and are grateful to him, so why deceive yourself and others."

The chains that imprisoned Ruan Shi began to rattle, and he twisted his limbs desperately trying to break free, "If there are a thousand uncles who are wrong, you will be thousands of times more than uncle!" His words His limbs were worn to the point of blood, but he remained unmoved, and said sharply: "He is dead, and all the sins of his life have disappeared. And you—Master Lang! You still have to pay for the evil you have done. A redemption!"

Lang Chan looked at him from the side, his cold eyes were almost numb.

A gust of wind blew out the two oil lamps burning on the wall, and the light suddenly dimmed.

Accompanied by the sound of leaving footsteps, an understatement echoed in the cell: "There are so many people in the world who want to take my life."

"You're just a drop in the ocean."

With a creak, the iron door closed tightly.

Ruan Zhi stood guard outside the cell door, seeing Lang Chan walking out from inside, he walked slowly to meet him.Lang Chan looked at him with a smile, and said softly, "Ruan Yan taught you well."

Ruan Zhi nodded slowly, "Uncle, it's good for me."

Lang Chan nodded, his eyes flicked over him one by one, and finally fell on the flute hanging on the side of his waist. Lang Chan reached out to take down the flute, and said, "Take a good look at your brother."

Hearing this, Ruan Zhi slowly walked back to his original position, standing by the iron gate without moving.

Lang Chan suppressed his smile, hid the flute in his sleeve, and left the dungeon with his back turned.As he walked, fine powder kept falling from the sleeve of the flute, and was finally blown away by the draft in the corridor.