A little padded jacket that accidentally turned into a villain

Fazong and Guizong have lived in peace these days.

Those who waited to reap the benefits were all dumbfounded. They couldn't hold back after waiting for too long, and made some moths from time to time, the purpose was to stir up the anger of the two sides, so that the two sides would fight again.

I don't know how many times he commanded the little ghost to eliminate the disciples of Jianzong who pretended to be disciples of Fazong who invaded the border area of ​​Guizong. Wu Zhong reported the battle situation to Meng Xianjue with an expression on his face.

At that time, Meng Xianjue was making some gadgets for Cheng Weiwan to coax children. After listening to Wu Zhong's report with a calm expression, the small wooden block in his hand just carved out the shape, which was exactly the same as the one on the drawing.

"So, these people's kung fu is not good enough."

Wu Zhong lowered his head, not daring to speak.

"Jianzong has already become the hall of fame of Tianmen, and now the real power of Tianmen is in Xuanwei's hands. Xuanwei doesn't move, but they can't hold back." Meng Xianjue looked up, his eyes flashed, "No wonder they are not successful, they will always be able to do nothing. Dwelling in the most remote corner of Jianzong."

Wu Zhong asked tentatively: "My lord, what should we do with the nearly one hundred Sword Sect disciples who have been captured?"

Meng Xianjue quietly put down the small carving knife, and the carving knife landed on the wooden table with a deep sound.

"Let's deal with it, and throw it on the Dead Soul Mountain."

There was a sense of coldness and sternness in this voice for no reason. Wu Zhong silently glanced at Meng Xianjue, hesitated for a moment, and then responded simply.

Tianlu was completely blown up by a piece of news.

Meng Xianjue, the master of the Ghost Sect, is vicious and cruel. The Feiyun Sect sent hundreds of disciples to patrol the vicinity of the Ghost Sect as usual, but Meng Xianjue, disregarding human relations, sent evil ghosts to capture all these hundreds of disciples alive. When I arrived at the Dead Soul Mountain, I made fodder for all ghosts.

Hateful and hateful, thanks to him being a disciple of Jianzong, and thanks to everyone's trust in him!

As far as he once had the reputation of Wusuo Hengjiang, everyone felt sick when they thought about it, bah!

The lord of Feiyun Sect rushed to Tianmen overnight with tears in his eyes, begged to see Master Xuanwei with great grievances, and asked Master Xuanwei to come forward and seek justice for him.

At that time Xuanwei was feeding the two spirit cranes raised in the courtyard in the icy and snowy fields of Mount Everest. The spirit cranes were afraid of life, and when they saw someone coming, they fluttered their wings and flew away.

Xuan Wei sprinkled the spiritual grain in his hand onto the ground expressionlessly, patted the grain crumbs on his hands, and when he turned to face the Sect Master Feiyun, a peaceful smile appeared on his face: "The Sect Master has traveled so far... ...Is there anything important you want to discuss with me?"

Seeing Xuanwei's smile, the master of Feiyun Sect's heart calmed down. Holding the teacup in his palm, his face was full of sorrow and embellished, and he explained how Guizong took the lives of a hundred disciples under his sect, and how he humiliated Feiyun. Zong told Xuanwei about it.

After patiently listening to the master of Feiyun Sect, Xuan Wei smiled slightly.

"Why do real people laugh?"

"I laugh at Meng Xianjue, he is at the end of his rope."

After receiving this answer, the master of Feiyun Sect finally felt relieved.

After sending Sect Master Feiyun away, Xuan Wei looked at the black footprints left by Sect Master Feiyun on the snow-stained ground. The footprints moved very quickly, a little hurried and flustered, as if he was running away.

Xuan Wei laughed again: "Why am I laughing?

"Laugh at that Meng Xianjue is kind-hearted and soft-hearted. He wants the ghost sect to rise, but he has concerns. He has the kindness of a woman in the face of a group of ants. How can you be worthy of your Meng family?" After finishing speaking, his smile faded, "You Say yes, Cheng Chan."

Zhang Chengcan stepped out of the shadow step by step, his eyes were lifeless, his walking was very mechanical, he stiffly handed the cold tea in his hand to Xuan Wei.

His movements were stiff and mechanical, and he became a perfect humanoid puppet. When he spoke, his tone was unwavering. Except for the beating heart on his chest, there was no longer any sign of being a living person.

"Yes, Master, if you cut the weeds and don't get rid of the roots, there will be future troubles."

"Hmm..." Xuan Wei heard Zhang Chengcan's answer, took the teacup, and said, "I still remember that when he encountered this situation before, he wiped out the entire Feiyun Sect, um..."

Xuan Wei seemed to be immersed in his own thinking, for a long time, he smiled playfully.

"Meng Xianjue, you have indeed reached a dead end."

Cheng Weiwan folded his arms around his chest with a serious expression, pursed his lips tightly, and stared fiercely at Meng Xianjue.

Meng Xianjue looked back at him helplessly.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

Meng Xianjue gently pulled his hand, but Cheng Wewan was angry, Cheng Wewan not only refused to hold hands with him, but also quickly withdrew his hand, and resumed the original imposing gesture.

"Tell me what will happen before you do something. I don't ask you to discuss it with me. I know you have thoughts in your heart, but you can't let me worry about you all the time."

Cheng Weiwan became more and more angry as he spoke, and finally pouted his lips out of anger, and stood up abruptly. At that moment, his blood surged, and he suddenly felt that he really couldn't do anything to Meng Xianjue, so he sat down discouraged again.

He pouted again and said, "Forget it, whatever you want."

He wasn't actually angry with Meng Xianjue.

He just hated himself for being powerless.

In the plot of the original novel, before Meng Xianjue's tragic death, a major event that determined his fate happened.

It is Feiyunzong.

The master of Feiyun Sect once sent hundreds of disciples to harass the Ghost Sect, under the pretense of patrolling as usual, but in fact he did a lot of outrageous things and blamed Fazong, which further worsened the relationship between Ghost Sect and Fazong. After this intention was discovered by Meng Xianjue, Meng Xianjue directly killed these disciples and sent them to the Dead Soul Mountain as fertilizer for raising all ghosts. Immediately afterwards, Meng Xianjue summoned Mingyue Tower on the Sea and directly destroyed Feiyunzong.

Such evil deeds were resisted by Quan Tianlu, especially Xuanwei, who was even more ashamed of it. Within a few days, he organized various righteous ways and came to Jueqing Cliff to encircle and suppress Meng Xianjue. Here, Meng Xianjue completely gave up resistance and died a tragic death.

Cheng Weiwan couldn't accept it.

Now the plot is very chaotic, but the chaos is orderly, and the arrangement of various timelines is still in accordance with the development of the original work.

but……

According to the original book, after Meng Xianjue arrived at Juqing Cliff, it was obviously at least three years before the Feiyunzong Incident occurred.

He originally thought that he and Meng Xianjue would be together for at least three years.

He thought they still had a long time.

Cheng Weiwan gnawed on her nails anxiously, not noticing that her eye circles were already red.

Meng Xianjue sighed softly, as if there was nothing he could do about Cheng Weiwan, with gentle eyes, he squatted in front of Cheng Weiwan, carefully pulled Cheng Weiwan's hand over, and held it in his hand: "Wanwan, what are you worried about?" ?”

Cheng Weiwan raised his eyes and looked at him: "Meng Xianjue, why are you refusing to tell me about anything? If I hadn't been better informed, would you have planned to keep me as a caged bird who didn't know anything, hiding in the Live in the cage you made for me?"

Cheng Weiwan was a little excited, he clenched his fists: "Why did you kill those disciples about Feiyunzong?"

Meng Xianjue paused slightly.

"If you don't kill those people, the suzerain of Feiyun Sect won't..."

Halfway through the talk, Cheng Weiwan found that even he himself couldn't convince himself.

Even if Meng Xianjue didn't kill these disciples, he would not destroy Feiyunzong's entire sect, and if he was not the suzerain of Feiyunzong, there would be other sect leaders who would ask Xuanwei for help, and Xuanwei would use another reason to encircle Jueqingya and drive Meng The foresight is completely wiped out.

No matter how the plot develops, Meng Xianjue will die.

This is his fate.

What Cheng Weiwan wanted to say came to an abrupt end, like a small animal finding a reliance, he got into Meng Xianjue's arms, hugged him tightly, and murmured: "Meng Xianjue, I'm afraid you will die."

After the words fell, he seemed to feel unsafe, and his arms around Meng Xianjue tightened a little.

Meng Xianjue lowered his eyebrows and smiled lightly. He gave Cheng Weiwan a hug and said, "Wanwan, I won't die easily."

Cheng Weiwan was startled, he was stuffed in Meng Xianjue's arms, his voice was muffled, and the person was also muffled: "You use the hundred disciples of Feiyun Sect as fertilizer, if the master of Feiyun Sect comes to you, what should you do?" ?”

He knew that what Meng Xianjue did was wrong, cruel and bloodthirsty, but Cheng Weiwan couldn't say the words "you shouldn't" after all.

He also knew that if Meng Xianjue didn't do this, they would be the ones who would die.

Meng Xianjue pushed his forehead back, and said softly: "I don't plan to attack Feiyunzong, the death of those hundred disciples is forced by the situation, but if more innocent lives are involved , It’s just adding more mistakes, I don’t have to make trouble with the entire Feiyun Sect.”

Seeing that he was able to figure it out by himself, Cheng Weiwan finally breathed a sigh of relief, he let go of his strength, leaned against Meng Xianjue's arms, and said in a low voice, "Meng Xianjue, no matter what happens in the future, remember to tell me."

Meng Xianjue responded by gently stroking the top of Cheng Weiwan's head, but did not answer directly.

Cheng Weiwan's mood fluctuated greatly, and Meng Xianjue's embrace was too warm, and not long after, Cheng Weiwan fell asleep peacefully in Meng Xianjue's arms.

Meng Xianjue lightly carried him back to the bed and tucked him in the quilt, not forgetting to leave a burning candle for Cheng Weiwan beside the bed.

He has no time to rest.

Meng Xianjue hurried to the study, called Wu Zhong, and asked Wu Zhong about the situation at Feiyunzong in less than an hour.

Wu Zhong told the truth about the fact that the master of Feiyun Sect went to Xuanwei.

Meng Xianjue seemed very satisfied, the corner of his mouth slightly raised: "Where is he now?"

Wu Zhong: "Already near Qingyue Lake."

Meng Xianjue said calmly: "It's just right, sink into the lake."

Wu Zhong raised his head in astonishment: "Didn't the lord already agree to Senior Cheng not to attack Feiyunzong?"

Hearing the words "Senior Cheng", Meng Xianjue's eyes briefly softened for a moment, but soon, this tenderness was fleeting: "Don't attack Feiyunzong, only attack the master of Feiyunzong. Those disciples, they are considered innocent, let’s save their lives.”

Wu Zhong still hesitated: "Should I tell Senior Cheng?"

"No need," Meng Xianjue replied quickly this time, "He is not involved in the ghost sect, so don't involve him."

The red gold beast was already coveted by Tianlu people because of its special status, and the red gold blood covered in it was even more important. If he joined forces with the ghost sect again, he was worried that a broken ghost sect full of infamy would not be able to keep Cheng Weiwan.

If Cheng Weiwan can get rid of the relationship with Guizong, there is still a glimmer of life.

Meng Xianjue anxiously pointed his fingers at the table.

He will pick up whatever is dirty and infamous, and what is covered in blood. His night is clean and clean, and if he can go home smoothly, he has nothing else to ask for.

He originally wanted Cheng Weiwan to stay with him all the time.

But the land was dirty and dirty, and it was not suitable for his nights.

He's going to take him home late.

Wu Zhong couldn't understand the complicated emotions in Meng Xianjue's eyes, his expression froze, and he took the order to leave.

That night, the master of Feiyun Sect was exhausted on the road, accidentally exhausted his spiritual energy, and his magic weapon failed. He happened to fall into the bottom of Qingyue Lake, was frozen by the bitingly cold lake water, and died on the spot.

Those disciples of the Feiyun Sect had no masters. Overnight, those who should be dismissed were dismissed, and those who should be filial were kept filial. A Sword Sect disappeared like this.