Mr. Jiang is not driving today

Ying Yisheng came back, carrying the bones of Ying Yige, which he obtained after searching for seven days from the cliff of Fengfu Mountain.

He sent the uncorrupted flesh and bones to the Wuyu Pavilion and placed them in the Wuyu Pavilion. He bathed the corpses and burned incense. He bathed with him. After cleaning, he put on new clothes for Ying Yige and helped him in the After resting on his bed, he opened the door of the Wuyu Pavilion, stood on the bottom of the steps, and looked around at the disciples who were silently absent-mindedly doing their own things.

His brows and eyes were still stained with the hot mist from the bath, the buttons on his chest were unbuttoned, and his shoulders were half exposed, which seemed to be the same as before.

But the more it was like this, the more oppressive the atmosphere outside the pavilion was, none of the disciples dared to look directly at Ying Yisheng's smiling face, as if there were bee needles and scorpion stings in those smiling eyebrows and eyes.

There was silence in the courtyard, so when Ying Yisheng spoke suddenly, all the disciples tensed their back muscles.

Ying Yisheng's voice was very warm: "You watch the door carefully, don't let idle people in, it will disturb my brother's dream."

The disciples were silent, exchanging glances in private, but no one dared to say more.

Ying Yisheng was condescending, with a bright smile: "What? Could it be that I, the head of the sect, are useless to speak?"

Only one who was a bit more courageous raised his courage and didn't dare to raise his head. He only responded quickly: "Yes. Sect Master, this disciple obeys orders."

Ying Yi smiled, walked out of the Wuyu Pavilion, and gently stroked the forehead of the disciple who made the sound when passing by: "Take care of my brother. Say it again, don't let anyone in, understand?"

The disciple was sweating profusely all of a sudden.

Ying Yisheng's hand was cold and slippery, like a python, the feeling of staying on the top of his forehead was like being licked by a letter from a snake, which made people get goose bumps all over his body.He couldn't speak, his throat was convulsed, and he couldn't even squeeze out the word "yes".

With such a treacherous smile in his mouth, Ying Yisheng walked out of the Wuyu Pavilion, nodding and saying hello to his acquainted disciples on the way, it was no problem, and even bumped into the sixteenth young man who was only three years old on the road, Ying Yisheng And hugged him for a while.

When they reached the main hall of the Gong clan, under the steps of the Fengzu Hall, Gong Yichong walked out of the hall gate with Lin Zhengxin.

Seeing the disheveled and dissolute Ying Yisheng, Lin Zhengxin's expression flickered, and he immediately turned his attention to Gong Yichong: "...Master, Yi... Junior Brother Yisheng is back."

When uttering those two words, Lin Zhengxin secretly gritted his silver teeth.

Who would have thought that on Fengfu Mountain in Shanyin, it was Ying Yige and not Ying Yisheng who he pierced his chest and pushed off the cliff?

And before Ying Yige fell off the cliff, he tore off the kit bag from his waist in a panic, and there was no time to rescue him, so he could only watch the kit bag fall into the deep valley and sea of ​​clouds together with him, without a trace.

... may he return in vain, may he find nothing ...

Lin Zhengxin's throat seemed to be congested with a piece of bloody tofu, and he couldn't swallow it or spit it out. There was only a bitter, salty smell like rusty iron in his mouth.

Before Ying Yisheng could speak, Gong Yichong scolded him first: "Yisheng, you are still so dissolute in front of the main hall! Put on your clothes!"

Ying Yisheng raised his eyes, but he didn't look at Gong Yichong, he just locked his eyes like a secluded well on Lin Zhengxin's body, an unknown dark fire was burning in his eyes, and the fire gradually turned into a prairie fire.

...but there was still a hint of a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Lin Zhengxin was so tormented by the dark fire that he was restless. Layers of sweat came out of his back, staining his flowing blue clothes against his back, outlining the outline of his back that was getting more and more hunched, as if he couldn't bear the gaze Oppression, can only try to escape.

Gong Yichong sensed the abnormality between the two of them, and turned his head to look at Lin Zhengxin's sweaty brow and pale lips, his heart immediately brightened.

Recently, Ying Yisheng disregarded the family rules and disappeared for several days. Wasn't it because of his brother who he cared about all the time?

But Zhengxin faced Yisheng so timidly, not daring to look directly, the reason behind it was ready to be revealed.

……idiot!

He certainly didn't show any inappropriateness on his face, and calmly tried to appease Ying Yisheng's emotions: "Yisheng..."

Gong Yichong never expected that just as he started, Ying Yisheng turned that chilling gaze to himself.There was a vague ironic smile on the corner of his lips, and he hesitated to speak, as if he was stabbing slowly into someone's heart: "Master, my brother Yi Ge and I lost our parents and mother when we were four years old. Since then, they have depended on each other for life. They joined the palace at the age of seven, supported each other, and they have long been like one person. Now, Yi Ge died suddenly for no reason, and this disciple wants to dare to ask the master for something."

The sharpness in his tone made Gong Yichong look dissatisfied: "What do you want?"

Ying Yisheng looked at Lin Zhengxin, with a playful smile in his tone, as if it was nothing serious: "...It's just Senior Brother Zhengxin's life."

Gong Yichong suddenly changed color: "Shut up!"

With a cold smile, Ying Yisheng stepped up the steps step by step, holding out a brocade bag embroidered with a lotus flower in his left hand: "Brother, is this yours?"

Lin Zhengxin was horrified beyond words, and he couldn't squeeze out half a sentence of extra words.

Ying Yisheng stared at the flustered Lin Zhengxin: "You love this thing very much, and you never leave it. Why did I find it on Yige? ... What did you do to my Yige?"

Unable to get Lin Zhengxin's response, Ying Yisheng took another step forward: "You and I have had a grudge for a long time, if you are interested in Junior Sister Ah Wan, you can just compete with me, and I should accompany you until death." Hugh! Why did you kill my brother to vent your anger?"

Being questioned so aggressively, Lin Zhengxin fell to the ground with panic-stricken eyes, and only dared to say "Master save me".

His eyes are full of the scene seven days ago——

After climbing Fengfu Mountain, he took out the jade flute as if he was defending against the enemy, but quietly played the sharp strings on his fingertips, and shot without warning. When the thin strings pierced Ying Yige's heart, a sound came out. Hearing this special voice, Lin Zheng was extremely happy.

But when he turned around, Lin Zhengxin saw a hideously deformed face, like a ghost's face, sticking to his familiar face with bones and skin, it looked terrifying.

Lin Zhengxin softened his hands and feet at that time, stepped forward a few steps, and kicked him to the bottom of the cliff.

Since that day, this face has been dreaming every day, tormenting him so much that he can't sleep peacefully.

Seeing that the master was not moving, he seemed to be ignoring it. Ren Yingyi's voice was presumptuous, and Lin Zhengxin's heart was burnt to ashes. He could only support the ground with his hands, and kicked his feet against the ground without moving backwards.

But he retreated less than three feet when Gong Yichong swung his hand upwards abruptly.

A crisp sound of broken strings sounded from the back of Zhengxin's neck.

The fracture was right at the side of his neck, and the string suddenly burst from the tense state struck his neck, and there was a sharp pain, and a line of blood rushed out, making him tremble, rolling on the ground, trembling.

Immediately afterwards, a sound of broken strings resounded around him, and every sound of broken strings was close at hand.

In other words, he has fallen into the string array set up by Ying Yisheng.

If he still retreated as before, he would be cut into hundreds of small pieces in an instant, leaving no bones left.

Lin Zhengxin held his head, his face pale with fright, and he curled up into a ball. He didn't even dare to move his body. He could only hear his teeth chattering and rattling.

Gong Yichong put back the dragon-like spiritual power into his palm, turned his face away, and glared at Lin Zhengxin who was on the ground like an ostrich:

……waste!

Ying Yisheng laughed before saying anything, but there was a different kind of innocence in the laughter, which made one's heart chill when he heard it: "Master, what's wrong? This person slaughtered his fellow disciples with ruthless methods, no different from the way of the devil , this disciple is cleaning up the house for the Gong clan."

...he is speaking with Ying Yige's voice!

Gong Yichong suppressed the anger that surged out of his heart: "So you want to kill in front of this ancestral hall? Still using such cruel methods?"

Ying Yi smiled, and immediately changed into a charming and unparalleled face, and returned to her original voice: "How can it be considered cruel? Master? My family, Yi Ge, suffered for many days in the valley, lost three souls, seven The soul is destroyed. The grievance has a leader, and the debt has an owner. I help my brother to clear up the grievances. Why did the master stop him?"

Seeing the growing commotion and the gathering of more and more disciples, Gong Yichong finally got angry: "Your senior brother has always been kind and kind to others. How can you conclude that this matter must have something to do with your senior brother?"

Ying Yisheng's fingertips flickered with golden light, and soon, a copper-colored sheng flashed a light and shadow silhouette in his hand: "Master, look at his reaction, isn't it an ironclad proof?"

Gong Yichong took a breath: "This is a big matter, and you cannot be allowed to lynch in front of everyone! This matter needs to be investigated carefully before discussing it!"

Unexpectedly, Ying Yisheng shook his head, said with a sneer: "Today, whether Master agrees or disagrees, Brother Zhengxin's fate is decided by Ying Yisheng."

Hearing the words everywhere, everyone was in an uproar!

Gong Yichong's face was livid, and he shouted angrily: "Bold! Ying Yisheng, are you going to disobey the order of the teacher?"

Ying Yisheng raised his voice and replied: "It's just disobedience, so what's the problem!"

But as soon as the words fell, a few lines of light from Ying Yisheng's palms shot out in Lin Zhengxin's direction.

It was Gong's music spell, also known as "Sound Gu". Who would have thought that Lin Zhengxin would be strangled in mid-air before the light came close to Lin Zhengxin's body.

Ying Yisheng had just brought the Paisheng to his lips, and the broken strings on the ground flew towards Ying Yisheng one after another. He was caught off guard, and was caught in his flesh by the sharp strings. Clothes, skin and flesh were cut by the sharp strings, and the slight splash and flow of blood shocked all the disciples.

Gong Yichong brushed back the wide sleeves of his robe, looked at the stunned disciples, pointed out four people in the front row, and ordered sternly: "Drag him down, lock him into the cold spring cave at the bottom of Wuxian Mountain, and confine him for half a year. Let him reflect on what it means to respect a teacher!"

Gong Yichong's cultivation was far higher than Ying Yisheng's, the spiritual power remaining on the broken string made the string's body penetrate deeply into his flesh and bones, but Ying Yisheng seemed to be unconscious and spit out a mouthful of blood , laughing loudly: "Respect the master...respect the way? Respect the teacher and respect the way hahaha..."

Disturbed by hearing this, Gong Yi rushed and glared angrily, and the four disciples hurriedly dragged Ying Yisheng down the steps, a long bloodstain dripping all the way, like red beans sprinkled all over in spring.

After dismissing the disciples, Gong Yichong put on a cold face, and dragged Lin Zhengxin, who was so frightened that he couldn't stand up, into the Hall of Fengzu.

Lin Zhengxin's face was full of tears, he knelt on the ground, kowtowed like garlic: "Master, master spare my life! Master, this disciple was deluded by a ghost for a while, and did something wrong on a whim. I beg master to spare my life!"

Gong Yichong gritted his teeth fiercely, but there was nothing he could do.

Lin Zhengxin was an abandoned baby he picked up when he was traveling abroad, and he brought him back to the Gong family to raise him since he was a child. Responding to the ax and massacre of his fellow disciples, he suppressed his anger and slapped the case with his palm: "My Gong family will never do such a thing of killing elders and younger ones, and killing brothers and sisters. If it gets out, how can I save my face?"

Listening to Master's words, Lin Zhengxin realized that his life was hopeful, so he couldn't help being elated, so he tentatively asked: "Master, then... Junior Brother Yisheng... Bingquan Cave is a dangerous place, and no one in it has survived. If he is not crazy for three months, if he is claustrophobic for half a year..."

Having said that, Zhengxin squeezed out a smug smile from a place Gong Yichong couldn't see.

Gong Yichong despises his useless appearance the most, but it is an indisputable fact that Ying Yisheng attacked his fellow disciples in front of him, which made him lose face in public, he gritted his teeth, and said in a deep voice: "Wan'er is just crazy. Lian Yisheng, he is a rare and good seedling, I can't do anything to him. It depends on whether he can realize his mistake... However, if he is stubborn, no one can help him. "

Zheng Xin was shocked: "Master! If he comes out..."

Gong Yichong sighed: "Don't worry, with Master here, he doesn't dare to do anything wrong. A mere acting head, in the body of a Nascent Soul, I'm already in the Kong Ming stage, and I'm only one step away from attaining the Tao. If he If there is a change, I will help you decide."

Lin Zhengxin heaved a sigh of relief, and kowtowed again, the hot sweat on his forehead left a wet mark on the ground.

……

At the entrance of the ice spring at the foot of Wuxian Mountain, there are thousands of caves, thousands of eyes, and a series of prison cells. The cold air is steaming, and the fog is lingering. The air-conditioning is like a hammer, knocking the bones and sucking the marrow. , forming numb ice puppets.

This place is the prison where the Gong family imprisoned serious criminals.

The disciple who sent Ying Yisheng in said to a handsome young man who was in charge of guarding the Bingquan Cave: "This man has committed a felony. He behaved shamelessly in front of the head of the family and committed murder. You must take care of him. He is moody and has a surly temper. There is nonsense, you don't have to pay attention to it."

The handsome young man Xie Huiyin nodded obediently, turned his head absent-mindedly, and glanced at the cave door that was sealed tightly by spiritual power.

The silhouette of the person facing the pond alone looks like a rare treasure carved by a skilled sculptor who spent a lifetime of hard work.

As a lower-level disciple, Xie Huiyin hadn't even seen a few high-level disciples, let alone the Patriarch.

... He had never seen such a beautiful person.

Inside the cave, Ying Yisheng was lying on the edge of a cold pool, the blackness in his eyes seemed to be dead, unable to let out half of the light, and the thin skylight cast from outside the cave fell on the water, and the water was as flat as a mirror, reflecting Get rid of all the troubles and ugliness of this world.

Ying Yisheng didn't know how long he had been shining on the water like this.

He thought that face was ridiculous when it was photographed, and he suddenly hissed and laughed miserably.

When I questioned Zhengxin in front of the Fengzu Hall, I mentioned why he wanted to attack Yi Ge and why he didn't come to kill himself.

In fact, Ying Yisheng knew the real answer very well.

...It's all because of this face.

He put his fingers on his face, expressionless, and scratched with all his strength. The five rolled up flesh and blood bloomed, and the blood and skin from this flawless face were congested between his fingers. ,Meat.

——all because of this damn face.