ten steps one kill

The Duan Mansion's security was tighter than usual, and there were occasional Tianjimen disciples wandering around, looking around, looking flustered, and walking in a hurry, not as if they were patrolling as usual, but as if they were desperately looking for something.

The outer wall of Duan Mansion is very high, but it is not a hindrance to light kung fu masters. Liu Hongfeng originally wanted to take advantage of the cover of the tree shadows to climb into the courtyard from the back wall, but the patrolling crowd ran around like headless chickens, making them He had no way of doing it.

If you want to sneak into the mansion, you can only find another way.

Fortunately, he once saw a secret entrance in Duan Changya's dormitory. It was buried deep in the ground and was little known to anyone. As long as he sneaked in along that road, he could go straight to the inside of Duan Changya's mansion and see Duan Changya. myself.Even the Tianjimen disciples who patrolled back and forth would never notice his presence.

However, the underground caves are intricate, and they were tampered with a few days ago. The road that was originally connected to the Three Kings Tomb has been filled with rocks and is impassable.It is not easy to find a new way. If you lose your way in the hole, you may never get out again.

If it was Liu Hongfeng in the past, after reviewing the situation and weighing the pros and cons, he would definitely hesitate.

But at this moment Liu Hongfeng did not hesitate.

He temporarily retreated from the Duan mansion, and walked to another inaccessible scenery.

Long Yinquan.

On the first day of the martial arts conference, in order to deal with the two people who killed innocent people indiscriminately, he lay in ambush by the Longyin Spring for several hours. While waiting, he was bored, so he searched nearby and found a deep dark place behind the waterfall. The entrance is connected with the intricate stalactite caves.

He gathered wood, tied a torch, and slipped into the hole at dusk.

Once he entered the cave, he was greeted by the deep darkness, the winding passage, the undulating ground, no one was there, and he couldn't even smell the breath of life, and even the sound of dripping water was gloomy and cold. Can only use memory and intuition desperately.

He stepped on the wet ground and moved forward cautiously, but an untimely thought came to his mind.

He thought, this cave is really a good place to bury bones, much more ideal than Qing Guangya, even if he dies in the cave, no one will notice, his body will decay slowly, exuding a pungent stench , However, this is also temporary, there are countless tiny insects hidden in the soil, they will eat his flesh and blood, and take away all the dirt, just like helping him take off a piece of dirty clothes, leaving only one body in the end The empty skeleton, clean and complete, sleeps peacefully in the dark.

The torch in his hand gradually burned out, and the flame was close to his skin, so he had to let go of his five fingers, allowing the fire to fall into the puddle and go out with a sizzle sound.

Darkness opened his arms, wrapped his arms around his shoulders, and whispered in his ear, as if his mother was urging him to sleep with gentle whispers.

Strangely, at the moment when he was so close to death, he didn't want to die.

In the darkness, Duan Changya's face came to mind instead of his own skeleton.

As long as he thinks of Duan Changya, his heart is no longer calm, no longer peaceful, instead it is in a mess like a mess.

A person who has only known each other for a few days has left a strong mark in his life. Because he has cheated with his heart, all the intersections before the deception happened were sincere and tried their best.Even the skeleton is engraved with the marks left by the hug, even if it becomes an empty skeleton in the future, those marks will not be erased.

Duan Changya was a knot in his life, Liu Hongfeng thought, at least before the end of his life, he had to untie this knot.

After the torch was extinguished, he finally lost his way forward.

The most worrying thing happened. Before finding the way to Duan's mansion, he was trapped deep in the ground, looking around in a daze.

However, at this moment, a faint fragrance drifted through the bottom of the nose.

It was the scent of hibiscus flowers.

The nose tends to become sharper after the eyes are shaded by darkness.

The fragrance of hibiscus flowers is fresh and real, mixed in the damp and musty air in the cave, one end is slightly tilted, like a silver thread, although slender, it is enough to draw Liu Hongfeng's attention.

In Liu Hongfeng's memory, the only place nearby where hibiscus was planted was Duan Mansion, the yard where Nangong Jin lived.

However, Nangong Jin has passed away for ten years, and the hibiscus flower has also withered for ten years. Where there were once a lot of flowers, there is only a desolate open space left.

That being the case, where does the faint aroma come from?Is it really the fate in the dark, is the ghost guiding the way for the living?

He raised his head in the darkness where he couldn't see his fingers, and walked quickly in the direction of the fragrance, regardless of the bumps and bumps under his feet. Finally, a small gleam of light appeared in his vision.

The faint light shines from a high place, and the closer it is, the more obvious it is. The shape of the light also changes from a point to a thin curved line, outlining a square.At first glance, it was a bit inexplicable, but Liu Hongfeng knew that there must be the shape revealed by the chiseled floor in the corner of the room in the depths of Duan's mansion.

He finally found his way.

The soft mud on the soles of the feet was replaced by bricks and stones. The bricks and stones were arranged in steps. Going up the corridor, thick moss grew on the steps, connecting with the bright light. It was sticky and slippery when stepped on, just like the unbearable things it had carried. tragedy.

Following the semi-natural secret path, Liu Hongfeng finally came to the inner courtyard of Duan Mansion.

This courtyard is Duan Changya's residence, at this moment, Duan Changya should rest in the courtyard.

However, there was no atmosphere of rest in the yard, instead a large group of people stood there.It was already dark, and the towering figures fanned the lights, and the shadows falling on the ground swayed endlessly, blending with the loud voices, making people extremely anxious.

What happened in Duanfu?Where is Duan Changya?

Liu Hongfeng carefully hid in the darkness and listened attentively, and was the first to hear Nangongyou's voice: "Have you found the young master?"

There were several voices answering, but each of them was in a timid tone: "Your Highness, we have searched all over the place, but the young master is really not here."

Nangongyou's tone sounded extremely urgent: "I told you to guard the mansion, why didn't you take care of him?"

The other party replied hesitantly, without confidence: "Your Highness, with the young master's ability, if he wants to leave, who among us can stop him?"

Nangong sighed sadly, and said: "Have you forgotten that the young master deliberately lost to Liu Hongfeng in the competition. He is young and lost his father overnight. It is just a time when you can't think about it. You should be considerate of him, but you can't do it again." Treat him like a boss."

"Your Highness is right, so let's look for it in the distance?"

"That's right, we must get the young master back before Hall Master Song finds out. You forgot how he told us, and the dispatch is imminent. Only when we take good care of the young master can he rest assured."

After saying this, the two parties seemed to have finally reached a consensus, and left the yard like a swarm of bees, heading in different directions.

The situation where the hozens are scattered around is exactly like the portrayal of Tianji Gate today.

After the announcement of the decision to join the party, a few people were unwilling to accept the outcome of the party, and they were disheartened. They wrote dictionaries and left sadly. In the eyes of these people, Song Yungui, the current head, has already turned against Dongfengtang, and Duan Changya is just a puppet.The so-called care and protection are nothing more than an excuse for house arrest.

Chang Zhao sacrificed his life to preserve his dignity, but was handed over by his former companions.If the deceased had knowledge in the spring, I don't know what he would think.

Hiding in the room, Liu Hongfeng was secretly surprised when he heard the conversation in the courtyard—not because of the current situation of Tianjimen, but because of the fact that Duan Changya had already fled without authorization.

He worked so hard to sneak into Duan's mansion, trying to save Duan Changya from danger, but in the end he was in vain.

He lowered his head, looked at the wet mud on the shoes and socks, and thought it was extremely funny. It turned out that Duan Changya had already planned his own plan, so he didn't need his clever help.

After pouring out the mud all over his body, there was nothing left of him, only an empty shell, abandoned by this world long ago.

No one can save him, and he can't save anyone.

The strength that filled his limbs and bones just now was gone. He wanted to hide back into the darkness, but his footsteps were vain. The soles of his feet covered with mud and moss staggered a step, his shoulders tilted, and unexpectedly touched the iron platform behind him .

There was a silk coat hanging on the iron platform, and when he touched it, it splashed on the ground like a stream of water.When he saw the situation behind the iron platform, he almost screamed out.

Behind the spread silk, there is actually a person hiding.

The man also saw her at the same time, his eyes widened on his pale face.

Liu Hongfeng was horrified, and regretted his gaffe in his heart. Just now he was so focused on eavesdropping that he didn't notice the presence of other people in the room.

Fortunately, that person was an old woman, and her movements were slower than ordinary people.Before she yelled out in shock, Liu Hongfeng had already rushed forward, covered her mouth with one hand, and desperately signaled her to keep silent.

There are a few wooden boxes behind the iron stand, all made of sandalwood, inlaid with gold and beads, luxurious and precious, and used to store the old clothes of the deceased.

At this moment, the heavy cover was lifted upwards, revealing the brightly colored clothes inside, with a faint fragrance.

It turned out that the smell of hibiscus flowers that I smelled in the depths of the cave just now came from the box.The sachets in the clothes are made of fresh hibiscus petals collected from various places, dried and carefully sealed.

The flowering period of hibiscus is short, and some of them are so short that they can be called mayflies among flowers. Naturally, it is not an easy task to make sachets with such short-lived petals, which shows that the owners of these relics have good intentions.

Naturally, the relic belonged to Nangong Jin, and the sachet was made by Duan Qichang.

However, the old woman knelt in front of the wooden box, with her knees on the ground, as if she was worshiping.

It took Liu Hongfeng some effort to recall her identity.She is the oldest maid in the Duan Mansion, Aunt Su who has served Duan's father and son for many years.

Duan Changya once mentioned in a chat that Aunt Su used to work in the Pingnan Palace. She served the princess at a young age and became Nangong Jin's nurse. Later, she followed her all the way to Duan's house. After she passed away, she still accompanied Duan Changya. side.

Aunt Su is inconspicuous in Duan's residence, she is usually reticent and well-mannered, ordinary visitors hardly notice her.

Right now, it is definitely not normal for her to appear in Nangong Jin's room and open Nangong Jin's relic without authorization.

Since both parties were uninvited guests, Liu Hongfeng felt relieved, let go of his hands a little, stepped aside, and said, "Aunt Su, don't be afraid, I'm not here to do evil."

The old woman also loosened her wrinkled eyebrows a little, and looked at him with a pair of cloudy eyes: "You...you are the young master's friend... Liu... Liu..."

"Liu Hongfeng," he took the other person's words, it seemed that Aunt Su didn't know anything about the fights in the martial arts world, he looked at the opened wooden boxes, and suddenly had an idea, and said, "Yes, I am the young master's friend , Madam asked me to come, she was worried about Chang Ya's situation, so she let me take a look."

Aunt Su was shocked, her bent shoulders trembled slightly, her face turned even paler: "You...you also saw Madam?"

Liu Hongfeng nodded: "Yes, I saw it too."

However, what Aunt Su said next was beyond his expectation.

"His Royal Highness is right, Madam has returned...Even if she becomes a ghost, she will not let me go..."

Liu Hongfeng suppressed the astonishment in his heart, stared at the old woman's eyes, and said in as gentle a tone as possible: "Aunt Su, are you worrying too much, maybe Madam is still alive, she hasn't passed away at all."

Aunt Su just shook her head: "Impossible, absolutely impossible, I watched her coffin go into the ground with my own eyes, and I stayed by the grave with my master for three days and three nights, unless Madam crawled out of the grave... That is, as His Highness Shizi said...resurrected in the secular world..."

Liu Hongfeng then asked: "When did you see Madam's ghost?"

Aunt Su's eyes widened, and her eyes were bloodshot: "Two nights ago, the day the master passed away, I... I saw her standing in the corridor, and I was so frightened... The next day I I told the prince, and he told me that it might be the madam's resurrection attached to these clothes, so I wanted to throw away these clothes, but I was afraid of being disrespectful to the madam, so I didn't dare to do it, and then last night, last night... "

"Did you see her again last night?"

"Yes," Aunt Su nodded, with a crazy look on her face, "Last night...I saw her wandering outside the kitchen door, where the tonic was fried for the young master, but she stepped in, and I don't know what she put in the medicine , maybe I read it wrong...but I really don't know what to do..."

"Aunt Su, don't be afraid," Liu Hongfeng asked while stroking her hunched shoulders, "Did the young master drink that medicine afterwards?"

Aunt Su shook her head and said: "No... Later, when I served the young master, I accidentally spilled the medicine. I told the young master about seeing the ghost, and he told me not to think about it. Today I fried a new one. Medicine. But the young master left early in the morning..."

Aunt Su stood up suddenly, walked to the side of the wooden box with stumbling steps, buried her head in digging out the clothes in the box, hugged the cloth with the scent of hibiscus flowers in her arms, and walked out the door tremblingly.

Liu Hongfeng was horrified, and immediately pressed her shoulder: "Aunt Su, calm down. Actually, I have also seen the resurrection."

Aunt Su stopped abruptly, turned her head and asked, "What did you say?"

Liu Hongfeng took a deep breath and said, "Do you remember that ten years ago, there was a woman named Liu."

Aunt Su's face suddenly turned pale, and the silk clothes slipped from her hands, spilling on the ground like quicksilver: "I remember, I remember her..."

Sure enough, Aunt Su also witnessed the murder that year.

Liu Hongfeng continued: "The woman surnamed Liu is my mother. The reason why she came back was to demand her life from her enemies."

Seeing that Aunt Su had lost her mind, Liu Hongfeng changed the subject and said: "However, she also told me that even if she becomes a ghost, she will never hurt innocent people. She just misses her relatives very much, so she came to find her." I'm just talking."

Aunt Su seemed to believe his words, the fear on her face eased a bit, and she said, "Young master... he also comforts me in this way..."

"In that case, Aunt Su, why are you so afraid of Madam's ghost?"

"I didn't...I..."

She had passed the age of lying long ago, and Liu Hongfeng's attitude of trying to cover up caused suspicion. The latter narrowed his eyes and asked, "Could it be that you have ever done something wrong to Madam?"

Aunt Su's shoulders trembled, her body tilted, and she was about to fall.Liu Hongfeng immediately stepped forward, held her firmly, fixed her eyes, and said: "I can save you, I know how to drive out ghosts. If you have any sins or secrets, please tell me, I will definitely trying to help you."

These words completely broke Aunt Su's defense.

Aunt Su moved tremblingly to his ear, leaving behind a string of whispers.

Liu Hongfeng listened carefully, and turned pale with shock, "Is what you said true?"

"It's absolutely true." Aunt Su nodded desperately, "If there is even half a lie, I will be struck by lightning and die..."

"I understand," Liu Hongfeng stroked the old man's back again, and said, "I believe in you."

Aunt Su raised her head again, and then, as if she had exhausted her strength, her eyes lost their spirit and slowly closed.

I really can't blame her for being weak. The secret that had been buried for ten years was finally put into her mouth, and the knot that had been stuck in her heart for ten years was finally untied.The turbulent emotions turned into a torrent, completely submerging her.

She passed out in Liu Hongfeng's arms.

Liu Hongfeng put her aside lightly, then picked up the clothes she had dropped from the ground, one by one in his arms.

His movements were slow, but his fingers were shaking uncontrollably.

The brocade is beautiful and luxurious, yet light as nothing, and the layered fabric is full of floral fragrance, which is timeless, and it actually guides him to this place in the dark, and puts the last piece of the puzzle into his hands.

The dormitory was empty, and everyone in Duan's mansion searched for traces of Duan Changya with an attitude of asking for credit and seeking rewards.

How could mediocre ordinary people notice this faint fragrance.

However, the greatest secrets in the world are often hidden in the most casual ways.

Liu Hongfeng walked into the yard, spread his arms, and let the layers of clothes slide off and spread out on the bluestone board, like blooming flowers.

He lit the flame, leaned towards the edge of the fabric, and let the flames devour the petals.

The precious relics left by the former Princess Pingnan were burned like this.

The flames jumped and made crackling noises. If there really was a ghost returning to life, they would probably be dancing in this fiery light at this very moment.

The smell of burnt paste replaced the scent of flowers, and puffs of black smoke rose into the air.

"What's going on? Is the young master's dormitory on fire?" There were exclamations from afar.

The sound of chaotic footsteps gradually approached, and the fire was about to be discovered by the disciples of Tianjimen.

Liu Hongfeng left the yard first, and retreated to the room where Nangong Jin lived, carefully erasing the footprints behind her along the way.

Aunt Su also heard the noise outside, propped herself up, looked around, her face was dazed when she first woke up, but there was no one in the room, only the fire in the yard was still dancing, like the aftertaste of a dream.

She opened the door a crack, and when she saw the flames in the courtyard, she knelt down slowly, prostrated herself on the ground, and buried her head between her arms, as if she was worshiping.

The fire burned Nangong Jin's clothes, so the ghosts wandering in Duanfu must have left.

She was so focused that she didn't pay attention to Liu Hongfeng's trail.

Liu Hongfeng had already left, sneaked into the secret passageway when he came in, covered the entrance again, and then walked back to the depths of the underground cave along the damp and slippery steps.

The light above his head disappeared again, but this time, he didn't stay in the darkness for too long, but strode forward desperately, walking fast.

He finally knew where he should go.

When Song Yungui stepped into the main hall, Nangongyou almost immediately lowered his face, and asked, "I wonder what is the purpose of Hallmaster Song's late-night visit?"

The person who was treated as an uninvited guest felt aggrieved, waved the servants away, then put the stick aside, sat down on his own, and said: "Your Highness, you are my closest ally on Yingzhou Island, I am worried. Your condition, so let’s take a look, isn’t it okay?”

Now that the Tianji Gate has changed hands, Song Yungui can enter this house at any time to enjoy the respect of the disciples of the Tianji Gate. He and Nangong You can also meet openly, instead of hiding in the carriage and using the name of a private meeting to deceive others.

But Nangong You didn't seem to welcome his arrival, and still stood aside, with a posture of chasing guests: "If you have anything to say, you might as well just say it."

Song Yungui had no intention of leaving. Instead, he poured himself a cup of tea, sipped it, and said, "Your Highness seems to be in a bad mood. Could it be related to the fire in the academy?"

Nangongyou couldn't help but frowned when he said what was on his mind, and his face became even uglier: "The fire was just an accident."

"Accident?"

"It was Aunt Su who went crazy again, saying that she saw Ah Jin's ghost wandering in the yard, she was frightened and burned all of Ah Jin's clothes."

"So it's her, it's not surprising," Song Yungui nodded, "It's a big loss if the relics are burned, why don't I ask the best tailor to make a few more sets after I leave Yingzhou Island. "

"No need," Nangongyou said coldly, "No matter how good a tailor is, they can only make clumsy counterfeit goods. I'm afraid I'll disappoint Section Master Song if I don't pretend to be Ah Jin again."

Nangongyou's tone was quite impatient, and it could be seen that his interest was extremely low, and he even couldn't wait to end this twisted relationship.

But to his surprise, Song Yungui didn't look disappointed, he just sipped his weak tea and continued to ask: "I also heard that Duan Changya has already left the Duan Mansion?"

Nangongyou replied: "That's right, he probably wanted to relax, so he went out without authorization."

"Let's relax?" Song Yungui asked back, "Isn't it because you wanted his life and poisoned him, only to be noticed by him and scare him away?"

Nangongyou's expression froze, and he immediately raised his voice and said, "Please don't talk nonsense, Hall Master Song."

Song Yungui just chuckled, rubbed the teacup in his hand, and said, "If it were someone else, I wouldn't dare to speak indiscriminately, but I've known you for so long, and I know your temperament well. The last time I set fire to kill Liu Hongfeng, this The next time you kill Duan Changya with poison, it is very similar to your handwriting. Although you do not understand martial arts, your mind is more decisive than those who practice martial arts. Once you decide to kill, you will kill them all, and you will never let go .”

After a long silence, Nangongyou finally lowered his head slightly, and said, "You guessed right, I wanted to kill Duan Changya, but he accidentally spotted the clues, and if he thinks it's funny, just laugh at it." I am."

Song Yungui's eyes kept falling on Nangongyou's body, like a letter spit out by a boa constrictor, focused and slippery, making people shudder.

After a while, he finally asked, "Since you have already missed once, what is your Highness going to do next?"

Nangong said worryingly: "Of course it is to find him, I have already sent someone to look for him."

"Oh?" Song Yungui put down the teacup, raised his hand to point out the door, and asked, "Are those the people you sent out?"

Nangongyou showed surprise, turned his head to follow the sound, and glanced in the direction of the gate of Duan Mansion through the half-closed window leaves.

In just one glance, he froze in place, unable to speak a word.

The people he sent out happened to come back at this time, but they came back lying down.

To be precise, what came back was no longer a person, but a dead body.

An hour ago, the five Tianji sect disciples he sent to the town to search for Duan Changya's traces have now turned into five dead people, who were hurriedly carried by other companions and stumbled back to the mansion.

When the disciples on duty heard the commotion, they immediately surrounded him and exclaimed, "What's going on? Why did such a good person die? Who did it?"

"Look carefully at the wound, it's Tianji swordsmanship."

"What, did you get hurt by your own family?"

Nangongyou was standing indoors, still some distance away from the gate, but he couldn't help feeling dizzy when he saw the blood on the body of the deceased.

Song Yungui didn't know when he stood behind him, firmly supported his shoulders, and then whispered in his ear: "Your Highness, you don't need to look at it specially, they were caught by the Tianji sword technique in a situation where they were defenseless. His chest was pierced, his heart and lungs ruptured, and he bled to death."

Hearing the other party's description, Nangong worried again. Although he didn't understand martial arts, he had been exposed to it all year round, so he understood somewhat. Tianji Sword is famous for its uprightness, accuracy and ruthlessness among the hundreds of schools of swordsmanship. It often kills with one move without mercy On the other hand, because Tianjimen's reputation for eliminating evil and promoting goodness has spread far and wide, the wound left by Tianji sword is also regarded as a brand of sin, which is despised by people in the world.

But right now, these dead people did not commit any serious crimes, and the biggest fault was just following the trend and trying to protect themselves wisely.

If such a small flaw should be punished with death, then everyone present would probably be punished.

Because of this, everyone showed resentment, and with the heart of sorrow for the death of a rabbit, they fought for the injustice of the deceased.

Nangong You looked away and asked, "What's going on?"

Song Yungui just smiled lightly, and didn't answer immediately, but made a gesture of please, motioning the other party to go out with him.

The two left the main hall and walked into the door. Song Yungui raised his voice and asked the same words as before: "What's going on?"

There were four people carrying the corpse. After putting down the corpse of their companion, their hands were still trembling, and they said, "Young Master...Young Master did it..."

"You mean Duan Changya?"

The man nodded: "We wanted to help, but the young master's swordsmanship is superb, we are no match, so we had to flee back in a hurry."

Everyone was in an uproar: "Why did the young master hurt his own people?"

"Who knows." The man said angrily, "Since Tianjimen and Dongfengtang have been merged, does he still regard us as his own? Ask yourself, when the headmaster's body was insulted that day, Which one of you has stood up to speak for him? If it is your own father who died, what would you do?"

"According to what you mean, the young master hurt his fellow disciples for revenge?"

"I don't know anything, I just don't want to recognize him as the young master anymore."

After finishing speaking, everyone fell silent.

It was Song Yungui who finally broke the deadlock. He said in a deep voice, "Dongfengtang will also participate in the investigation of Duan Changya's whereabouts. You should bury the dead first. I won't let them die in vain."

"Yes." Everyone agreed.

Song Yungui followed Nangongyou, returned to the main hall, closed the doors and windows, and there was only a round of flickering candles left in the room.

Under the dim candlelight, Nangongyou's complexion became even paler, and he asked, "You arranged those people who carried the corpse?"

"That's right." Song Yungui smiled and nodded.

Nangongyou didn't make a sound, just looked at Song Yungui, and fell silent with him.

In the past, the reception hall, which was full of people, rarely fell into such a deserted situation.But just because of the desertedness, the gossip from outside the window penetrated into Nangong You's ears word by word.

"I still don't understand. Even if the young master holds a grudge against us, he wouldn't kill us, right? And killing five people at once seems crazy."

"You don't know this, it seems that it's not the first time that the young master killed someone insanely."

"What? What's going on?"

"Shh, keep your voice down, you know that the young master was ill when he was young."

"I heard something."

"Although I entered the Tianji Gate not long ago, I once heard my senior brothers secretly discussing that the young master's illness seems to be not simple."

"What do you mean?"

"The ancestors of the Duan family have a kind of madness, which can make people fall into madness. Ten years ago, when Young Master Duan was in the Pingnan Palace, he caused a strange murder..."

Song Yungui obviously also heard these words, with a clear smile on his face: "Look, paper can't contain fire, the seeds of doubt have been planted, and sooner or later they will take root and germinate."

Nangong worried about the other party, and asked: "These people who spread the news were also arranged by you."

"Tianji Gate has been merged into Dongfeng Hall, so I naturally have to select a group of confidantes and entrust them to reuse. Don't look at them still wearing the same standard clothes, but their hearts have changed hands. They can even draw their swords without hesitation. The martial arts that I have learned to assassinate my former fellow disciples."

"You order them to catch up with the people I sent out, then kill them, bring the body back, and blame Duan Changya. Duan Changya doesn't know about it at the moment, but he has already taken five lives on his back."

Song Yungui nodded, his eyes bent into crescent moons, showing satisfaction: "Your Highness really understands me. Duan Changya is a difficult person to kill. If you want to kill him completely, poisoning is far from enough. Even if his When a person dies, his heart still remains in the Tianji Gate, and you and I alone cannot shovel it clean."

Nangong You narrowed his eyes: "So you came up with this method of blaming him to tarnish his reputation?"

Song Yungui chuckled, and said: "This Duan Changya is probably spoiled by his father. He is full of martial arts but narrows his own way. He is like a piece of flawless jade. Head-to-head, you and I may not have a chance of winning. Unfortunately, lack of time is not only his strength, but also his weakness."

Nangong You didn't make a sound, but he already understood what Song Yungui meant.Everyone in the world is afraid of flawless things, just because they have flaws, so they wish that everyone would be as scarred as themselves.He has dealt with many people, and he knows that there is a quirk of voyeurism hidden in human nature, like mosquitoes and flies, always staring at the wounds of others.

Duan Changya is the successor of Tianji Sword and is the No. 1 martial arts swordsmanship today. However, Duan Qichang pampered him too much, so that he couldn't learn any skills other than swordsmanship. He is proud of it, but secretly hopes that he will fall into the mundane world and be contaminated with dirt.With him alone, how can he fight against the evil of human nature.

From the moment Duan Changya escaped from Tianjimen, he gave up the chance of victory.

Nangong You frowned: "Your words are indeed true, but even if it's to blame, it's not necessary to pay five lives at once, right?"

Song Yungui raised his eyebrows: "Now that things have happened, do you still pity the lives of five people? There have been more than a hundred unlucky ghosts who died on this Yingzhou Island. They are all buried with the Duan family and his son."

Nangong You was speechless and could only turn his head away.

However, Song Yungui stood up and quickly walked in front of him: "Your Highness, everything I do is for you. Since I have obtained Duan Qichang's private seal, I don't care about his son's life or death. I will get rid of him." , to fulfill your wish."

Nangongyou couldn't avoid it, so he could only stare at Song Yungui, as if staring at a stranger: "Master Song, I will never play Nangong Jin again, and you don't have to kill anyone for me anymore."

Song Yungui shook his head, and took another step forward, his chest was almost touching the other person: "Your Highness, you already knew that the person I want is not your sister at all, but you."

"Stop joking!" Nangong shouted angrily, and stepped back.

Song Yungui grabbed his shoulders and pulled him back in front of his eyes half-forcedly: "I'm not joking. My mind has never changed, but you just don't believe me, you pretend to be your sister, so let me I also play with you. Have you forgotten? The person who saved me that day was not her, but you."

Nangongyou was stunned, his memory went back to 20 years ago in a trance, he was still a slender and ignorant boy, he got off from the luxurious carriage, looked at the homeless man on the street, and stretched out his hand.

The homeless man at the time is now standing on the top of the martial arts world, well-dressed and dignified, but the five fingers holding him are still as rough and rude as before, the palms are wet with sweat, and the calluses left by holding the sword all the year round It hurt him so much. The 20 years are like a big dream, and he shuttles back and forth in the dream, with the clothes of the deceased on his shoulders and the soul of the deceased in his chest. However, there is an insurmountable gap between him and the deceased. How pure and innocent, how dirty and depraved he is.

His eyes dodged left and right, and accidentally landed on a pillar not far away. The vermilion lacquer was smooth and clean, like a mirror, vaguely reflecting his face.He thought, it must be God deliberately playing tricks on him, forcing him to face his own hateful face.

He vented his anger on Song Yungui, and said in a cold tone: "I regret it now, I should have told you to starve to death by the side of the road."

"This is so unfeeling, it makes me very sad." Song Yungui bent his knees while speaking, and his leg, which had been pretending to be sick all the year round, became as flexible as a wheel axle, and slowly knelt down at Nangongyou's feet .

Nangongyou looked down at him: "What exactly do you want?"

Song Yungui knelt on the ground, like a devout believer, raised his head and said, "Your Highness, as long as you say a word, I will definitely avenge you. I promise to take Duan Changya's life, and make him die an ugly one."

His tone was submissive and full of flattery, but there was a naked complacency in his eyes, as if he had already seen through the other party's inability to refuse his temptation.

After staring at each other for a long time, Nangong You finally lowered his eyes and said, "You really are a beast."

"Each each other."

Song Yungui smiled, stood up, and embraced Nangong You with his strong arms.

Without the gorgeous decorations, Nangong You only had a simple thin shirt left on her body.Song Yungui's hand slid down to his waist and squeezed tightly through the fabric, as if he wanted to hold him in the palm of his hand: "I still like you the way you are now."

Nangongyou's waist was very thin, and Song Yungui's fingers seemed to be embedded deep in the bones, making him let out a cry of pain, but his lips were quickly blocked by the opponent.