different paths

Thinking of how Yue Chentan was treated rudely by those morons that day in the hall, Jia Wujue felt a surge of anger welling up in his heart.The most vicious thing is not schemes but people's hearts, and the most hurtful thing is not weapons but gossip, thinking of those people who unceremoniously stabbed Yue Chentan with contemptuous eyes and contemptuous tone, but someone stopped outside the door, Enjoying a good show, Jia Wujue looked at Ye Zanghua and became a little colder.

"Why do you have to look at me like that?" Ye Zanghua half teased and half seriously said, "Naturally, a fledgling must go through some tests before he can be convinced. It's not me, it will be someone else."

"Master Ye's words are correct, and it also reminded me of another thing." Jia Wujue sneered, "If you want others to know, you have to do nothing about it yourself. Yes, not me, but someone else."

"Wu Hao is really eloquent." Ye Zanghua's bright eyes flashed, and her eyelashes trembled slightly.

"It's not as deep as Master Ye's." Jia Wu cheated, "It's just that I don't understand one thing. Master Ye is so thoughtful, how could he blatantly leave the body on the corpse?" He stroked his chin. Contemplating, "Could it be that Master Ye is sure that no one will be able to see the secret of that wound?"

"You know a lot." Ye Zanghua actually admired a little bit, "But I remember, when you first saw those corpses, you said 'this makeup is so heavy'."

"Of course it was intentional." Jia Wuzhen smiled slyly, "Since I already have someone to suspect, if I tell the truth, am I a fool?"

Ye Zanghua laughed softly: "It seems that Wuju is not only good at disguise, but also can act out such emotions and behaviors as fake ones." As he spoke, he glanced at the person next to Jia Wuju calmly. .It's a pity that the man didn't understand the style and didn't respond to his words. Could it be that he is like dead wood and rocks, invulnerable to all poisons?He pursed his lips into a smile and looked away.

"You're welcome." Jia Wuchai raised his legs and swayed, looking as if he was sitting or not, "Master Ye, do you want me to continue? Although I like to make up stories, if the audience already knows about succession and transformation, Isn’t it boring for me to talk about it?” He raised his chin slightly, “Since I know the story, I can also know what happened on the eve of the Sword Appreciation Conference 20 years ago. I always feel that my own story should not be told by others. It’s good to say it yourself. What does Master Ye think?”

Ye Zanghua's slender body leaned lazily on the back of the chair, her white fingers lifted a lock of black hair and twisted it around: "I have heard a saying that people who make up stories are the most prudish, and people who listen to stories The most ruthless." Without waiting for a reply, he loosened his fingers, and his long black hair fell to the red robe, "Let the two of you do this ruthless person."

With the words of Ye Zanghua, the riddles that Jia Wuhai and Yue Chentan had fought before were revealed one by one.The two of them guessed right. The only survivor of the Evergreen Sect 20 years ago was the Young Sect Master Ye Zanghua who was less than five years old at the time.

Ye Zanghua's tone was light, as if she was talking about something that had nothing to do with her, as if it was not a tragedy she personally experienced, but a conversation between friends: "Mother asked me to change clothes with the kitchen cook's daughter. , and hid me in the servant's room. Up and down the mansion, those who hid but not hid, were found out and hacked to death. When it was my turn, Na Mozheng seemed to have a conscience and wanted to stay. I die."

"Why?" Jia Wuhu asked.

"At that time, my face was blood-stained, and my face was covered with snot and tears. The cook's daughter's clothes were already rotten. I wore them at that time, and I looked more like a beggar than a member of the Yongqing sect. I heard Mo Zheng Those who traveled with him said that a child who is a servant, and the situation is a woman, can't make a fortune. After I heard it, I became more and more crazy and stupid."

Although he downplayed it lightly, Jia Wujue could imagine the bloody and miserable scene at that time.For a child under the age of five, witnessing the tragic death of his parents and playmates overnight is probably no different from the feeling of the sky falling.He not only has to bear the pain of losing his loved ones, but also strives to survive under the blood-licking blade. This huge desolation and fear can easily crush that small body.

But Ye Zanghua survived.

Jia Wuhai couldn't imagine how far he had pretended to be crazy, so that these people who had been in the rivers and lakes for many years could see it wrong.

"Although they didn't let me go immediately, they spared my life." Ye Zanghua played with a wine glass on the table and said calmly, "Later Hu Qianren said that it is not an option to keep me with you all the time. So When they passed through Huixian Town, they sold me."

Huixian Town is not far from Taichong Town at the foot of the Taichong Mountains, but most of the people living in Taichong Town are lay Buddhists, and their daily life and food are all for spiritual practice. Apart from a restaurant that only serves vegetarian food, there is nothing else in the town. A place for eating, drinking and having fun.But Huixian Town is much more prosperous, with shops and taverns lined up, Goulan Gambling Shop is full of people coming and going, most travelers who pass by the Taichong Mountains will choose to settle in Huixian Town.

Although Ye Zanghua didn't say it clearly, the young girl's business and whereabouts are no more than those in Xia Jiuliu.He was "crazy and stupid", and his destination was low but not high. Of course, those people didn't want him to turn around, and they would definitely sell him to a brothel in the end.As the young sect master of the famous sword-making sect of Yongqing sect, it is indispensable to take care of the fine clothes and food with tenderness. In one night, he became a prostitute and was ravaged and trampled by others. No one knew the pain and humiliation.

Besides, he was still a boy.

"I'd like to thank the madam for being very insightful." Ye Zanghua chuckled lightly, with a trembling coldness, "After the physical examination, even though she knew that I was a man, she didn't say much. I gave it to the four I accepted the money." He gently stroked the rim of the cup with his fingertips, his radiant face carried a dangerous aura, "It was only later that I found out why the madam accepted me. The brothel in the town There are more than one place. If you want to attract customers, you must be unique. It’s not a new trick for beauties to welcome guests. The madam is a fool, so she thought of a good show of beautiful prostitutes and children competing for show. Sure enough, the traffic flow , endlessly."

The flow of passengers is endless, a five-year-old child.

A smile hung on the corner of Ye Zanghua's lips, but it didn't fall into his eyes.It was only then that Jia Wukai discovered that he seemed to have never really known Ye Zanghua.Before we met, I only knew that he was a beauty who played the pipa well and danced the sword well. After I started investigating the case, I felt that although the beauty is beautiful, he is nothing but snakes and scorpions.Looking at him now, I realized that the other party was a precious sword, and it was the one that executed the sandalwood punishment.With the faint fragrance of Buddha, the most cruel torture is carried out.Bit by bit, inch by inch, piercing into the human body, like Pao Ding's knife to untie an ox, to criticize the big but to guide the big scorpion, according to the law of heaven, people can't live, they can't die, they can only see their own carrion Slowly dying in maggots.