Yin difference in Kaifeng

In the main hall of Jiuyoumen, the three elders gathered, and the disciples of the sect knelt on the ground, lowering their eyes and listening to the elders' lectures silently.

"As the big disciple of our sect, Qing Yi is willing to degenerate, and joins forces with the Demon Sect to kill his fellow sects. The Elder's Court decided to expel him from the sect from today, and Qingxuan will lead his disciples to arrest this rebel. If he resists, Kill without mercy."

The three people kneeling side by side at the front were startled at the same time. The man in the middle, wearing a black robe and a sandalwood hair crown, pondered for a moment, raised his hands above his head respectfully, and clasped his fists in response: "Qingxuan takes orders."

On his left is a young girl in her twenties and eight years old. After listening to his orders, she couldn't help turning her head to look at him slightly, only to see that his brows were tightly furrowed, and his eyes were staring at the stone slab in front of him.The girl looked past him and looked at the young woman on his right who was kneeling on the ground with a big belly and weeping silently. She couldn't help feeling sad from her heart, and hurriedly turned her head to hold her breath, for fear that she would cry out.

The girl secretly prayed: I hope they can't find the elder brother.It's a pity that things in the world often backfire.

"Second Senior Brother, please forgive Senior Brother once." The girl burst into tears, knelt on the ground and grabbed Qingxuan's clothes and begged, "Master Brother has fallen into the way of the Demon Lord, and he will only make mistakes if he loses his mind."

In the middle of the hall, Qing Yi, who was tied up like a rice dumpling and fell to the ground struggling non-stop, had already lost his mind at this time, bloodthirsty madness was contained in his mild and clear eyes, and a trapped animal screamed from his mouth. With a low growl, there is a blood-red flame imprint on the left eyebrow.If he hadn't been firmly restrained, he might have rushed forward and tore Qingxuan to pieces.

How could this person in front of him be his gentle and refined senior brother?Qingxuan pursed his lips tightly, raised his right hand high, faintly, he could see several flashes of light in his palm.Unbearable flashed in his eyes, but the palm that was raised high did not fall down for a long time.

"The devil is born from the heart. Since he has become a devil, staying in the world will only cause harm to the world." The law enforcement elder, one of the three elders, stood up and shouted loudly: "Qingxuan, as the new head of Jiuyoumen, I should take it as my duty to eliminate demons and defend the way. How can you be merciful when facing demons?"

The girl stood up awkwardly, and shouted at the law enforcement elder without hesitation: "What evil is born from the heart? What is it to eliminate evil and defend the way? The elder brother just lost his mind. As an elder, you don't think of a way to save him. You only want to put him to death, what is your intention?"

"Bold!" The law enforcement elder, who would make people question his authority, immediately opened his eyes wide and called out his disciples, "Come here, arrest Ziyu!"

Immediately, someone stepped forward to restrain Ziyu, and escorted her to go outside. Ziyu turned her head and shouted at Qingxuan: "Second senior brother, please find a way to save big brother, if it's for Ziyan's sake." Senior Sister and the child in her belly, please forgive Senior Brother..."

"Qingxuan, if you don't do anything, when will you wait?"

The law enforcement elder shouted sharply, his words were like a whip in Qingxuan's heart.Suddenly, he let out a loud shout, and slammed down his palm with the power of thunder.At the same time, a snow-white figure flew over, just blocking Qing Yi's body.

"No..." Ziyu's mournful cry resounded through the sky.She broke free from the restraint like crazy, rushed over and pushed the stunned Qing Xuan away, and knelt down on the ground: "Senior sister, big brother..."

The strength contained in this palm is enough to shatter the meridians of the two people's bodies.

Ziyan's blood was sprayed on Qing Yi's face, and his blood-red and crazy eyes just now had returned to their former peace.He stretched out his hand, caressed Ziyan's pale face, opened his mouth, and vomited out a big mouthful of blood: "Yan'er."

"Brother Yi, we still have children, so we can finally be together." Ziyan smiled and fell into Qingyi's arms with peace of mind: "We will never be separated again."

The night was already quiet, and the main hall of Jiuyou Gate looked particularly deserted.Qingxuan had been kneeling here for several hours, he didn't allow anyone to move the corpse, but he knelt there silently, motionless.Ziyu beside him, the tears on her face had already dried up, stared numbly at the corpse on the ground.Squatting beside him was a ginger tabby cat, its head bowed towards the corpses of Ziyan and Qingyi, with tears rolling down its cheeks from time to time.

Suddenly, Ziyu struggled to get up from the ground, untied the purple gold gourd tied around her waist, and threw it together with a palm-sized token at Qingxuan's feet.

The crisp sound of objects falling to the ground broke the tranquility and brought Qingxuan back to his senses: "Ziyu?"

"From today onwards, I am no longer a disciple of Jiuyoumen. From now on, you and I will never communicate with each other."

After Ziyu finished saying this with a blank face, she walked out slowly with her numb legs.Behind her, the tabby cat looked at Qingxuan with a sad face, "meowed" at him, quickly caught up with Ziyu, and disappeared into the dark night with her.

Sitting up suddenly from the bed, Ziyu looked around and saw all the familiar things, only then did she realize that she was dreaming again.It has been three years since she left Jiuyoumen, but every year at this time, she would have the same dream, repeating the situation at that time.

After closing the quilt, Ziyu wiped away the tears on her face, and sat on the bed in a daze.

"Sister, sister..."

A silver-white light floated in through the door, and upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a handsome young man.

"What's the matter?" Although he had been reminded many times, Zhao Zhong, who was a ghost, obviously didn't remember the basic etiquette he had learned as a human being.

"Sister, please do me a favor." Zhao Zhongpiao sat down beside her, staring at her with big eyes, looking at her pitifully.

At the beginning, it was because of this innocent and pitiful look in Ziyu's head that he snatched him away from the errand and raised him as his own little ghost.Seeing this look again now, Ziyu subconsciously felt that something must be wrong.

The weather in June is like the face of a little doll, it changes when it says it will.The sky was still clear just now, but now it is raining heavily, and it seems that it will not stop for a while.

The traffickers and pawns who came and went in Kaifeng City were all busy looking for a place that could shelter from the wind and rain to escape the sudden heavy rain.There was only one woman, holding an oil-paper umbrella painted with flowers and birds, and walked out of the city.

Because of the special nature of her business, Ziyu has never dealt with living people in the past three years, so she developed the habit of sleeping and resting during the day, and opening the door for business after sunset.On weekdays, she is still playing chess and drinking tea with Zhou Gong at this moment; today she woke up early for the first time, and it is inevitable that she will get a little angry.

"I hate rain." Ziyu sullenly walked forward in a hurry, not avoiding puddles of water on the ground.However, it was strange to say that her moon-white dress was not stained with the slightest mercury stain.

"My dear sister, please help me because of our friendship over the years." A shrill voice came from her sleeve, and that tone and voice belonged to the little ghost Zhao Zhong from before.

"Aren't I helping? Do you think I like to go out in this kind of ghostly weather?" Along the way, I heard him constantly nagging this sentence, which made Ziyu upset, raised her eyebrows, and said displeasedly: " I'm going to go back if I say any more."

"Don't! Why don't I tell you?"

Zhao Zhong kept his mouth shut tactfully, occasionally pointing out the way to Ziyu.The rest of the journey was much quieter, only to hear the rain pouring down, beating densely on the oiled paper umbrella.

About fifty miles away from the city, there is a dilapidated tea house that has long been neglected.The tarpaulin was swaying in the wind and rain like rags, several benches fell crookedly on the muddy ground, and only two tables stood up normally, receiving the baptism of the heavy rain.

Under one of the tables, curled up was a drenched woman.Regardless of the rain dripping down her hair, she hugged the bamboo basket in her arms tightly, talking softly to the crying baby inside.

"...Little Treasure, don't cry anymore, bear with it, this is the wilderness, there is no food..."

This woman is young, about ten years old, judging from her appearance and behavior, she seems to be a young lady from some family.How could such a pampered person be in such a mess?

How can the doll understand her words, besides crying, she still cries.When she saw the baby crying, she had no choice but to cry along with her.

"Why are you crying? He is just hungry, so he just needs to find something to eat. You are so big and cry with him, do you want him to comfort you in turn?"

The woman's voice suddenly came to mind, and the woman under the table screamed in fright. She fell down on the muddy ground, stared at her with wide eyes, and asked, "You... who are you?"

"I'm here to help you." Ziyu didn't have time to talk nonsense to her, and asked directly: "You are the one who escaped from the palace with the prince, right?"

Her words made the woman flustered, she tightly protected the bamboo basket containing the child, got out from under the table, avoided Ziyu and left: "I don't know what you're talking about."

"You are Concubine Lan's younger sister, right? If I wanted to kill you, I would have done it long ago. Why do I need to tell you so much?" Rolling her eyes at her back, Ziyu grabbed the jade bracelet on her wrist and said in a low voice. Cursed: "Look at the mess you found for me."

Knowing that he would be scolded by her, Zhao Zhong obediently hid in the jade bracelet without saying a word.

Seeing her stumbling and walking farther and farther in the rain, Ziyu pursed the corners of her mouth and rushed up after a few steps, handing the umbrella in her hand to cover her and the basket: "I was entrusted by someone to take you and the child leave here."

The woman stopped abruptly and looked at Ziyu beside her vigilantly: "Who the hell are you?"

"Anyway, it's not the people who want to arrest you." As she spoke, she forced the umbrella into the woman's hand, and strode out past her. "Let's go, after sending you to a safe place, I have to go back to do important things."

The woman wanted to refuse, but suddenly saw that although she was walking in the rain, the rainwater separated on her own, and did not get half of her, so she couldn't help feeling strange.Who is this woman?It seems that he should not be an ordinary person.If she really came to catch them, he would definitely not be able to escape from her.

Just when she was struggling with troubles, Ziyu realized that she hadn't followed, and clicked her tongue impatiently: "To tell you the truth, I was also entrusted by someone. The man said that he owed Concubine Lan a favor, and he himself It was inconvenient to come out, so I was asked to come."

"Really?"

After a few days of fleeing, the woman was worried and frightened, like a frightened bird, how could she easily believe what other people said.

"What are you steaming and boiling? Why are you talking so much nonsense? If you don't leave, those pursuers will catch up." Ziyu stomped her feet anxiously, went to grab her and left. "Believe it or not, it's up to you, anyway, I have a clear conscience."

The woman looked at her strangely for a long time before slowly uttering: "Thank you, Amin, for your help."

"Let's go, it won't be too late to thank me after you escape and ascend to heaven."

The author has something to say: I have finally opened the pit of "Seventh Five-Year", there are many good articles before, and I feel pressure. I just hope that I will not be disgusted by others.

Begging for flowers, begging for collection, begging for support...

Stay tuned for the third update today.