no one knows better than me

Pei Yi frowned deeply, and was very speechless when he heard it, so he chose to take a step forward with his sword in hand, and said honestly and seriously: "Your Excellency, Master Zhuang, I forgive Pei for not agreeing with your actions. There is a wrong, and a debt." , you were wronged hundreds of years ago, do you want everyone to be buried with you now..."

Zhuang Huang was holding a man with hair hanging upside down, who seemed to have passed out, and slowly glanced at him: "Yes, the blame has its head, and the debt has its owner..."

Before she could finish her sentence, "Bang!", there was a human-shaped pit on the side of the mountain wall surrounding the white jade gate of Changgeng Immortal Mansion, Pei Yi was embedded in it like a big hammer, and instantly lost his life.

"..." Everyone was stunned by this simple and crude method.

Zhuang Qingliu glanced at the person in her hand, but did not move.

Only then did Zhuang Huang slowly turn his gaze back, and finished the second half of the sentence to them, saying: "So those who have been exploring the sea for hundreds of years to find Xiandao, and those who have secretly planned and destroyed Gumengchao for nearly 40 years In the past ten days, it was not you who rushed to Taohuayuan to kill our Zhuer to claim credit?"

As soon as he got out of the barrier, he couldn't wait to send a burning talisman to contact his family, but the person on the other side was completely silent, and he blurted out angrily: "...You are so empty and bloody! It's all because of that fake Yu Chenyue who fanned the flames. Waiting on the head?! How can it be counted on the head of innocent people!!"

"——Bang!" There was another explosion, and the man was not embedded into the stone wall, but exploded on the spot, and a blood mist rose in the night.The people around suddenly screamed and staggered back.

Zhuang Huang actually didn't have the slightest bit of sullen expression on his face, but he didn't hide the glaring downcast in his eyes. He raised his head to let the gorgeous blood mist disperse as if admiring, and said, "You all feel your conscience and say, Were those innocent people buried with them, or did they deserve to die?"

Zhuang Qingliu narrowed his eyes slightly, and just as he moved his fingers, a sigh-like voice rang in his ears: "Zhu'er, you are not as good as you were when you were young." After Zhuang Huang finished speaking, he suddenly stepped away Come here, and calmly said to everyone while walking, "Where are you going?"

"..." A cold wind blew past, and no one dared to speak to her.

Zhuang Huang seemed to be very satisfied with a chuckle, and the corners of his eyes hooked up: "Since you don't speak, why don't you just turn around and go back consciously?"

"..." Everyone still stared at her unspeakably nervously, holding the sword awkwardly, neither daring to make a move, nor willing to move their feet and return.

Zhuang Huang smiled and waited for them for a while, let go of the person he was clutching, stretched out his hand and grasped it from mid-air, and in front of everyone, grabbed a long knife that was exactly the same as Zhuang Qingliu's Chasing Spirit, and slowly pulled it out: "If that's the case, then I'll do it directly."

"Shua, shua, shua!" Countless sword lights and knife shadows flickered one after another. Although everyone drew their weapons, facing this ghost-like person in front of them, many people still trembled without fighting. .

However, at this time, the clouds rolled over in the silent night, and the sky suddenly changed color without warning.Everyone suddenly looked up, and saw that a large piece of purple winding lightning had hung over Zhuang Huang's head with a sizzling electric light.

Unlike the terrifying thunder disasters I've seen before, these thunderbolts look...actually look a bit like whips.

Zhu Heng's pupils flickered subconsciously, and suddenly turned his head to Zhuang Qingliu.

The expression on Zhuang Huang's face also calmed down silently, as if he stopped abruptly in fear, stood there for a while, and did not act rashly, but looked back at Zhuang Qingliu with some complicated thinking after looking away from the top of his head: "So ...This is how you sensed something was wrong with Ascension."

"That's not it." Zhuang Qingliu stood calmly under the purple lightning and strong wind that was attracted, "It is said that there is an old Taoist who was chased and hacked by the thunder robbery, so Mengchao told the thunder and lightning to come and go , The lightning whip that punished me and Zhu Heng several times—"Some things, no matter what, can't be hidden.

Zhuang Huang suddenly sighed softly, and there seemed to be a strange sense of relief on his face. He looked at Zhuang Qingliu up and down, and said, "You have learned everything I taught you very well."

Zhuang Qingliu said: "You didn't teach me, I learned this by myself."

"..." The atmosphere seemed to be stuck in a stagnation of confrontation, Zhuang Huang didn't dare to come over rashly, and they couldn't take a step.

Looking at this strange yet familiar face now, Pei Xuan felt mixed feelings in his heart, but his fingertips trembled slightly, then he quickly turned around and darted towards the cliff, pried open the rock with a low-quality sword in his hand, which was hardly considered a spiritual sword, The people inside were dug out.

Pei Yi's forehead was bruised like a rotten watermelon, his face was covered with blood mixed with mottled dust, his head was uncontrollably tilted to one side, and he had already passed out.It's just that a fluffy floral blanket was wrapped around her body, which offset and buffered the momentary impact, so she was still alive and did not die on the spot.

Mei Huazhou guessed for a long time in the night, and after trying to find the gap that led people to rush out to no avail, she turned her gaze back, bowed her head to Zhuang Huang politely, then raised her eyes and said softly: "This...Senior Zhuang, we You should be the clearest about what has been going on in Xianmen for hundreds of years, but why do you want to kill us all of a sudden now?"

"That's right. Those people are all dead. There are no immortal sects in this world. It should be full of evil spirits." Zhuang Huang gave him a meaningful look, "And I saved you, why don't you know how to repay me? You still want to kill my disciples and destroy my hometown?"

Zhuang Qingliu threw a bottle of medicine to Pei Xuan who brought Pei Yi out, silently looked at Zhuang Huang's gaze, and confirmed, "So you chose this immortal cultivator from the beginning?"

"It can be said." Zhuang Huang smiled secretly, and made a meaningful inspection of the thousands of people behind her with his hands behind his back. The monarch who came to the throne in a hurry but was willing to sacrifice himself in exchange for the safety of his people, the fearless knight who went to the mountains and rivers alone to eliminate evil spirits—now, they are all like this.”

Zhu Heng, who had been silent for a while, suddenly raised his eyes and stared at Zhuang Huang's face with some complexity.

Regardless of her mentality and reasons, after she killed all the previous generation of cultivators, she selected many benevolent and chivalrous people to return to the fairy world. These people, without exception, have good morals.So at the beginning, she may still have some hope and longing for peace of mind.

But even so, Mei Siji still frowned and said frankly: "In any case, you should not manipulate and disturb behind the scenes."

Mei Xiaohan suddenly walked from the side to behind Zhu Heng, and shrank herself completely like a quail.

Zhu Heng turned his head and looked back in surprise and shock: "...What are you doing?"

Mei Xiaohan smiled at her frankly: "How can I put it, I blame you for being afraid of your master, as if every time she glanced over, I would be persecuted."

Zhu Heng: "..."

When she made such a fuss, Zhuang Huang's eyes were attracted by her, but she just gave a subtle chuckle, and said generously: "It's okay, Tong Yan Wuji, I won't care about the brat." Yang Mei Siji just looked her up and down, "Do you think I'm idle?"

Mei Siji: "...??"

"A flat-haired junior at your age should be protected by your family. So you don't know some things, but it doesn't mean that other people don't know." Zhuang Huang said, looking around, turning to Pei Xuan, who was bandaging Pei Yi's wound on the ground, seemed to have a deep meaning, "Is it because of me, or is it because of themselves?"

Even though he was only on his back, Pei Xuan still trembled slightly as if he had been scorched by a fire when this ray of sight that could not be ignored fell on his back.

Zhuang Huang lived nearly 1000 years old as Pei's housekeeper, sending away several generations of Pei's suzerain, not only the current affairs of Pei's Immortal Mansion, but also the dark and treacherous things that have been seen for hundreds of years, she knows by heart well aware.Even Pei Xuan who plotted against Pei Huang that day, and later took over Pei's Immortal Mansion and killed Pei Qi, intending to liquidate more than [-] people, no one knew better than her the twists and turns in these matters.

Because she was right. At the earliest time, all the hatred and schemes in Pei Xuan's heart were not instigated. Even if he killed Pei Qi and replaced it with a plan, all these things were all in his own mind, and no one knew better than him whether Zhuang Huang had intentional schemes or not.Even Steward Pei persuaded him many times at that time, but he was self-righteous and always regarded such a person as a pawn in his hands...

Therefore, whether it is the old Taoist who burns the lamp, or the mountain monk, or the housekeeper Pei, for the past 500 years, Zhuang Huang has just watched the development of these fairy sects with cold eyes.Everything she does is done with the identity of "a knife". Whatever noble masters like Pei Xuan and Yu Chenyue arrange for her, she will do it with the corresponding identity, without any personal influence. The idea is inside.

I'm afraid that not only did they not stir up trouble, they didn't contribute to the flames... It's not even counted as making good use of the situation.

Zhuang Qingliu suddenly remembered that when she was brought here by Zhuang Huang for the first time nearly 600 years ago, it was when this fairyland was just built. .

For many years after that, she never came back because Zhuang Huang deliberately refused to leave the island. When she came again, she became like this.

Sects fight openly and covertly with sects, and people are also mixed with each other. You openly exclude, and I criticize secretly. On the surface, there is dignity and peace, righteousness and evil, but behind the scenes, there are dark acne and abscesses. .

"Just like those ancient dynasties, it has been in power for a long time, and it is hard to say it is a blessing for the country or the people." Zhuang Huang inspected the entire night with deep meaning, "As time goes on, you guys will feel more and more. People who are naturally noble will always have more and more appetites, and things will eventually develop to the point of being out of control."

Whether it is Lingdao 600 years ago or Gumengchao 20 years ago, there will be a big fire in the end, and no one can stop it.

Perhaps because of some kind of mysterious connection, although Duan Bin has never seen those murals, he seems to have an innate indescribable closeness to Zhuang Huang, so the face behind the silver mask was silent for a long time, Some looked up at her and said softly: "So your purpose...is to kill these people today and create a new fairyland?"

Zhuang Huang's eyes seemed to flicker slightly, and he acquiesced without answering, then turned to Zhuang Qingliu and said, "So my good apprentice, do you still want to fight against me?"

Zhuang Qingliu in the night lowered his eyes and smiled: "You have killed everyone, what else can I say."

There was a strange silence all around, Zhuang Huang hadn't opened his mouth yet, at this moment, the person in her hand suddenly spoke out, the person's voice was hoarse and hard to distinguish, and said: "Master Zhuang, it's not over yet."