[Rebirth] Madam, stop pretending

Chapter 15

The Sacred Flame Sect originated from the Western Regions and is the largest sect in the Western Regions.

Most of the people killed by the Holy Flame Sect died peacefully, and their clothes were stripped off, leaving huge black and golden flames on their skin.The pigment is made from the sap of an unknown plant, and the rain does not fall. During the day, the black is inlaid with gold, and at night, the gold is dyed black. It is very strange.

12 years ago, the Sacred Flame Sect first appeared in the Central Plains, and even challenged more than 10 Central Plains sects, causing a bloody storm.

But it comes and goes without a trace, appearing inexplicably and disappearing inexplicably.

Over the past few years, the Sacred Flame Sect has almost disappeared without any troubles, and most of the martial arts sects are finally relieved.But from the Devil's Cult's information network, Ling Mohan and others have always suspected that the Holy Flame Sect not only did not withdraw from the Central Plains, but quietly took root in the Central Plains.

Reappearing in the arena, they did not expect that they used the Demon Cult as their first target.

A month ago, three sub-altars of the Devil's Cult were attacked one after another, and a raging fire broke out in the middle of the night, causing countless casualties.This matter sounds a bit provocative.

Ling Mohan naturally sent Qin Shanhuai to investigate.But if the Sacred Flame Cult is involved, you have to be more cautious.

After Huaishui finished reporting, he went back to his residence to rest.Ling Mohan got up and went upstairs, Su Yu naturally followed suit.

Su Yu also had an impression of the Holy Flame Sect.Although he was still young at the time, he had already reached the age of remembering things.What's more, his father relapsed from an old injury in a battle with the Holy Flame Sect, and died within a few days after returning.

At that time, everyone shut the doors and windows tightly.The Wu family has masters on guard every night, and people are panicked.

"Thinking about what?"

"Holy Flame Sect..." Su Yu replied subconsciously, "Why did you enter the Central Plains martial arts back then, and why did it come back after disappearing?"

"worry about what?"

"Worried about the Demon Cult..."

Ling Mohan chuckled lightly.

"...!" Su Yu hurriedly turned his head, but the smile on Ling Mohan's face had already disappeared.

"..."

Su Yu hypnotized very calmly, turned his eyes away, and looked straight ahead.

However, he heard Ling Mohan say, "You are a little different from before."

"!" Su Yu was shocked immediately, and looked up to see Ling Mohan looking at him, his eyes were a little probing, as if pointing.

"...Really?" Su Yu hurriedly recalled the original Su Yu's behavior when they met each other, his eyes flickered, and his brows were slightly frowned, which instantly made people feel pitiful.He asked in a low voice, "What's the difference?"

I was too careless before!He repents!Forgot that I should pretend to be Su Yu!

Ling Mohan didn't answer.

He thought about Su Yu's background carefully, and suddenly remembered that the other party was rescued by Ling Mohan in the Chu Pavilion of Qinlou, and thought to himself, no way, could it be that Su Yu followed the route of seduction by the weak willow and the wind in front of the leader?

...Thinking of it this way, it's really possible.

Su Yu pursed her lips and carefully looked at Ling Mohan again, took a light step forward, and stretched out her hand to grab Ling Mohan's belt.

Ling Mohan watched the other party's whole body sticking to him calmly, and began to undress him with all his hands, not forgetting to look up at him carefully from time to time, as if to make sure if he had angered him.

Ling Mohan grabbed Su Yu's wrist, telling him not to move.

"..." Su Yu looked at him suspiciously, his long and straight eyelashes fluttering.

"Tomorrow Daohua will be buried." Ling Mohan said, "Get up early."

Su Yu froze for a moment, then immediately recovered and nodded.

"Good," he said.

That night, Su Yu was lying on his side. Although he was not attacked at night, he didn't sleep well and had a bunch of strange dreams.

The next day was bright, and he was awakened suddenly by birdsong, he was alone on the bed, Ling Mohan had woken up early.

Su Yu got dressed and got out of bed, walked out of the room, and looked at the quiet back mountain.There was no one on the protruding sword dancing stage.

Burial today.

Su Yu struggled to choose a dark blue one from Su Yu's pile of red, pink and yellow clothes and put it on.The original Su Yu of this body likes to tie up part of her hair and let the other part loose in the back.

Martial arts people didn't have too many rules, but after thinking about it, he still combed his hair up, neatly tied it into a bun, and tied it with a hairpin.

After washing up, Su Yu walked out of the small building.

Down from the north slope of Suzaku Peak, there is a depression in the mountains.

Hall masters, Dharma protectors, and anyone who can recover their bodies will be buried here.This time should be no exception.

Along the way, congregants in twos and threes all walked towards the depression.

From the hillside, you can see from a distance that there are nearly a hundred people standing densely on the hollow.At the very front, there are three temporary wooden platforms, on which three coffins are parked.

Su Yu saw his face.

Ling Mohan buried Wu Daohua as the leader's wife.Wu Daohua was wearing a red robe with a light white blouse outside, and his long jet black hair was tied up with a white jade crown.

Because of the makeup, although Wu Daohua's face was pale at this time, it didn't look too frightening.He was lying quietly in the coffin, and Ling Mohan was stepping forward to straighten his head that was tilted to one side.

The whole person seemed to fall into a deep sleep.

He looked at Ling Mohan, the man's face was expressionless, Su Yu couldn't see if he would be sad for Wu Daohua's death.

Su Yu stopped on the slope. From this angle, he could clearly see himself in the coffin.

It felt weird that he was still alive after all.

Su Yu looked at it for a while, then shifted his gaze to the other two coffins.They are the masters of Lvqitang and Huangyitang respectively.

They are really dead.

Su Yu stood neither far nor close, and the surrounding atmosphere was oppressive, and he felt that his heart was in vain.

There is no grand ceremony in the funeral of the Demon Cult.Everyone stood there, not talking much or moving, like a portrait that was about to freeze.

This atmosphere lasted until almost noon.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, if there is the sun, the shadow cast on the ground will be the shortest.

Although it was cloudy today, at this time, the lids of the three coffins were closed, and some congregants lifted the coffins and put them into the earth pit dug in advance.

At this moment, whimpering and crying sounded from all around.Sadness comes from the fact that those who cannot suppress their emotions are mostly the congregants in the two churches in green and yellow.

Cover up the soil and erect a monument.

In life, whether you are unknown or famous, there is only this kind of belonging in the end.

Su Yu didn't have a deep relationship with the other two hall masters, so he sighed and meditated, it's been a good journey.

The coffins were buried with soil one spade at a time to cover up the traces they left in the world.

As if to fit the occasion, a flute sounded from a high place, reflecting the circling mountain wind, and sobbed deeply.

Su Yu turned his head and walked outside.

He was in a low mood, and unconsciously followed the sound of the flute to search for it.

On the high rock on the top of Suzaku Peak, there are indeed people playing the flute.

The flute player is dressed in white, with jade around his waist, standing against the wind, ethereal as a fairy.Beside him, sitting cross-legged was a man in red, with disheveled hair, resting his chin with one hand and the stone surface with the other, looking straight at the scene of the burial below, wondering what he was thinking.

Bai Luofeng, the head of the Qingying Hall, and Mu Weiyuan, the head of the Scarlet Blood Hall.

Su Yu stood behind for a while, then went straight back to the small building, reaching for the piano.

If you feel something in your heart.

Although he didn't have a deep friendship with the other two hall masters, he also asked him to give them a ride.

Holding the qin in his arms, Su Yu also found a high stone.

Looking from top to bottom, the crowd in the valley shrunk very small, and their faces and movements were unrecognizable.

Sending mayflies in the heaven and earth is a drop in the vast ocean.

Press the strings with the left hand to get the sound, and play the string with the right hand to get the sound.Slightly poured into the inner force, and it sounded loudly.

The sound of the guqin is emotionally restrained, solemn and gentle.Reflecting the mountains, reflecting the gray sky, reflecting the sad sound of the flute, it gradually softens.

"It's him?" Mu Weiyuan turned his head to the side, looked at Su Yu on the high stone in the distance, and narrowed his eyes.

The song was over, and the sky that was brewing with heavy rain finally dropped raindrops.Su Yu hurriedly put the Qin guard in his arms, stood up, and saw Bai Luofeng waving at him from a distance.

"...Wait for me to send the piano back!" Su Yu shouted from a distance, his figure swished and disappeared.

"What do you care about him?" Mu Weiyuan said disapprovingly, "Go back, the rain is getting heavier."

Bai Luofeng's expression was complicated, "Listen to the heartbeat from the zither, this shouldn't be Su Yu's zither..."

"Su Yu used to play the piano..."

"It's like an embroidered pillow." Mu Weiyuan sneered, "It looks beautiful on the outside, but there is only rotten grass on the inside."

"The heart is not calm, the heart is not righteous, and the heart is not pure." Bai Luofeng smiled, "There is no charm."

But just now...

Sad but not hurt, in vain but like happy, born and will enter the world.

Compared with before, it was like a completely different person.

When Su Yu ran back again, he saw Mu Weiyuan took off his outer robe and put it on Bai Luofeng's head to keep out the rain.Hall Master Qingying stood there not knowing whether to laugh or cry, and pushed him hard, "Hey, you're not that delicate, are you?"

The rain was indeed getting heavier and heavier, and soon it became a white water curtain.Before Su Yu could speak, Mu Weiyuan looked at him with displeasure, and said coldly, "Why don't you take an umbrella?"

"..."

Su Yu immediately understood, Mu Weiyuan blamed him for not taking an umbrella to protect Bai Luofeng from the rain!

Show affection and blind the dog's eyes!

Su Yu wiped his face, "Sorry, I don't know where the umbrella is."

"What's the matter?" He turned his head and asked Bai Luofeng.

"How about a match?"

"..." Su Yu wondered, "Why?"

Bai Luofeng had no expression on his face, Mu Weiyuan had already gone to the side and broke two branches casually, and threw one to Su Yu, making it clear that he would not refuse.

"..." Su Yu shook the twig with green leaves in his hand.

"please."

"..."

Su Yu looked around, they were standing on the high stone at this time, if they were not careful, they might be smashed to pieces.

Although it was dangerous yesterday, at any rate he had already refined all his internal energy.Su Yu lifted the first level of Yuexi River, and slowly poured his true energy into the branch in his hand, and with a movement of his body, he rushed over first.

His speed didn't look slow, but in Bai Luofeng's eyes, he became extremely slow.

Before the branch in Su Yu's hand got closer, it was gently blocked by Bai Luofeng and swung away to the side.

The two strands of zhenqi collided with each other, and Su Yu felt a little numb in his hands, so he hurriedly used his strength to flash to the side.However, Bai Luofeng seemed to have guessed his movements a long time ago. With a turn of his body, he held out the branch like a shadow, and Su Yu felt a pain in his neck.

The two figures tossed and turned, and the water mist splashed.

The rain curtain became heavier and thicker, and the clothes on my body absorbed water.

The raindrops of the torrential rain hit the body painfully, and the surroundings were completely white, even if the two were actually very close, they couldn't see anything.There was only the sound of heavy rain in his ears, and it was difficult to distinguish Bai Luofeng's whereabouts.

However, Su Yu seemed to be the only one who was hindered.

Not only did Bai Luofeng's attack not slow down, but one move was faster than the other, and one move was faster than the other.Every time the opponent's branch has come close, Su Yu can encourage to dodge or meet.

Chop, cut, stab, pick.

Su Yu had a feeling that Bai Luofeng was giving way to him.Every move and every style is not sealed, leaving a gap for him to avoid the counterattack, but the speed is just right, making him not easy and overwhelmed.

Mu Weiyuan stood aside with squinted eyes, thoughtful.