The Yin-Yang Tunes of Transmigrating Books

"Master, disciple Song Yuhuan asks to see you." Song Yuhuan followed the rules of the Kunlun School and untied the long sword he was carrying with him when he entered the hall.

"Come in." The majestic voice of the head of the Kunlun School came out of the hall, making it difficult to distinguish between joy and anger.

Song Yuhuan glanced at the twice as many people as usual outside the door, and went straight into the hall without being suspicious.

However, Song Yuhuan never expected that the master he saw when he appeared in the main hall was not the sad face that his younger brother said, but with a well-thought-out plan. He sat and drank tea with Yanling Hong, the owner of Yanlang Villa, and had a happy chat, as if he Just guessed that she would come.

"The traitor Song Yuhuan, you killed the young master of Yanlang Mountain Villa, your crime is unforgivable! Come, quickly take down the traitor Song Yuhuan!"

Master Cao Ke still had familiar features from the past, but the words he spoke made Song Yuhuan feel as cold as falling into an ice cellar.

Although Song Yuhuan had long been determined to stand up for his master, he never expected that his master, whom he had always respected, would plot against him with his enemy.

When Song Yuhuan turned pale with shock, many Kunlun sect disciples rushed in from outside the hall and took Song Yuhuan, who was unarmed, in one fell swoop.

The male disciple behind him kicked Song Yuhuan's calf joints, forcing her to kneel down in the hall, facing the lofty Yan Linghong and the flattering master Cao Ke.

"Song Yuhuan, I came to your Kunlun faction specially today, and reached an agreement with your master. As long as he is willing to hand you over, I will not embarrass the Kunlun faction anymore." Yan Linghong got up from the chair and walked slowly to the Forced to kneel on the ground in front of Song Yuhuan who was in a state of embarrassment, he pinched her chin with one hand and forced her to look at him.

"The old man said long ago that the revenge of killing a son is irreconcilable, and the old man will never let you off easily. Now that things are up to now, why don't you tell the old man the whereabouts of your two companions. Maybe the old man will forgive you Don't die, otherwise the old man will use your fellow disciples to pay homage to my dead Mu'er!"

"I don't know what you're talking about. If you have the ability, you come to me alone. If you want to kill or cut me up, I will do whatever you want!" In this way, Xiaojing and her senior sister Chi Ling escaped.

After Song Yuhuan listened to Yan Linghong's words, a big rock in his heart finally fell to the ground. Instead, he looked directly into Yan Linghong's eyes fearlessly, not taking his threats seriously at all.

"Hmph! How dare you speak hard when you are about to die!" Yan Linghong was very angry, and stretched out his hand to grab the male disciple who kicked Song Yuhuan not far away, and twisted his hands lightly between his neck. So gone.

"..." Song Yuhuan looked at the male disciple who fell in front of her, and couldn't tell what it was like, but it was a pity that a good life was taken away like this.

"Are you going to say it or not!" Yan Linghong and Song Yuhuan were unmoved, and they emphasized their words, and they were about to attack another disciple.

Those Kunlun sect disciples who had made great contributions to detaining the elder sister retreated back one after another, for fear that if they were not careful, they would become the target of Yanlinghong's anger.

Seeing his disciple die tragically in front of him, Cao Ke finally couldn't sit still. He got up and walked to Yanlinghong's side, and said, "The master of Yanling is a big man who keeps his word, so he won't be able to talk to a few juniors. Think about it more. Song Yuhuan, why don't you hurry up and tell the owner of Yanling where your accomplice is."

"Yu Huan doesn't know."

Song Yuhuan's tepid answer made Yan Linghong completely angry. He grabbed Song Yuhuan who was kneeling on the ground, and slowly floated in front of him.

"Say it, or don't say it!" Yan Linghong stepped up his efforts little by little, Song Yuhuan's face flushed, and he felt that the air was getting thinner.

"The owner of Yanling, calm down." Cao Ke hurriedly stepped forward to persuade Yanlinghong, "This child is the only clue to the whereabouts of the Song family's unique martial arts, you promised me that I would not really kill her! "

"Up to now, you are still concerned about the exercises left by the Song family for a hundred years, so who should I turn to for my Mu'er's tragic death!"

"You can't say that. At the beginning, you and I agreed to leave the only blood of the Song family. When she becomes an adult, she will marry your short-lived son Yan Lingmu and cheat her of the Song family's exercises. You and I will share it." .”

"Hmph! Then why have you tried your best to play the role of a good master for so many years and failed to fool you with that set of exercises?!"

"..." Cao Ke was left speechless by the question, and didn't know how to reply for a moment.

However, Song Yuhuan, who had been left on the sidelines for a long time, listened to the questioning between the two of them verbatim, and the memory that was already blurred became much clearer in an instant.

Song Yuhuan remembered living in a tall courtyard when she was a child, and a big Song character was written on the plaque of that house.

The Song family in Nanping possessed unique cultivation techniques in the world, and each generation of patriarchs was all amazingly talented and brilliant, but they could not escape the fate of dying young.

Later, in the generation of Song Yuhuan's father, Song Zishu, as the Patriarch of the Song family, he voluntarily gave up practicing the Song family's exercises, and instead concentrated on doing business.

The good times didn't last long, and although Song Zishu avoided the fate of dying young, he couldn't escape the disaster of his family.

When Song Yuhuan was five years old, a handsome, almost monstrous man led a little girl into the gate of the Song family.

The man laughed at Yan Yanjian, and all 34 members of the Song family died, except Song Yuhuan, who escaped because her father hid her in the closet.

Seeing her father die tragically in front of her own eyes, the young Song Yuhuan was so frightened that she almost exposed her position.

She still remembered the man's mouth with a slight smile, and a little red cinnabar between his brows.

Excessively frightened and exhausted, Song Yuhuan lost her childhood memories, and when she woke up again, she was already a female disciple of the Kunlun School.

At the same time, Yanlinghong got rich overnight and established Yanlang Villa, which later became famous all over the world.

The door of memory opened, and Song Yuhuan's mind naturally had an extra set of exercises, the full name is Kong Mingjue.

The exercises of the Song family are all inherited by blood, and the children of each generation of patriarchs will inherit the exercises left by their ancestors.

Although Kong Mingjue is good, it is an extremely domineering cultivation secret book. People who learn it need to burn their own lifespans to enhance their strength. It is precisely because of this reason that the Song family's talents are withered, and they are amazing. Most of the elders died young.

And what Song Yuhuan needs most now is to be able to survive, no matter what means she uses!

She had already clearly felt the killing intent in Yanlinghong's eyes. If she didn't save herself, it would be too late. She didn't want to die yet. She was burdened with a blood feud, and she wanted to find her enemy to avenge the 34 members of the Song family in person!

The strong smell of blood hits the face, and the scene of corpses everywhere stimulates the vision.An Xiao froze in shock, a strong nausea welling up in her throat.

Suppressing the feeling of nausea, An Xiaosui covered her mouth and nose with one hand, and frequently moved her chest up and down with the other to smooth the air.Vaguely, a terrifying idea appeared in her mind.

That is, how similar the scene in front of her is to a scene in a chapter described by her own pen.If An Xiaosui's memory is not wrong, the outbreak of this scene was caused after the female supporting role was blackened...

After thinking clearly about the cause and effect, An Xiaosui's eyelids twitched heavily, and his complexion was as pale as paper for a while.In other words, the current Song Yuhuan has been completely blackened!

"What are you doing here in a daze! Accompany me to find the senior sister!" A voice that made An Xiaosui unexpectedly interjected, making her stand still in a daze.

Feng Ling didn't bother to pay attention to An Xiaosui's mood at the moment, grabbed An Xiaosui's collar, and strode towards the main hall in stride.

The fresh lives were harvested mercilessly in an instant, leaving mottled bloodstains all over the place.

An Xiaosui looked at the miserable conditions of the Kunlun School disciples all over the place, her heart was beating violently, and she might jump out of her chest at any moment.

Even with her eyes closed, those bloody scenes kept replaying in An Xiaosuan's mind like a movie, making her tremble with fear.

"Master!" Feng Ling yelled, threw An Xiaosui away from her hand, and rushed towards a middle-aged man lying in a pool of blood, Cao Ke, the head of the Kunlun School, in grief and indignation.

"... Ling'er..." Cao Ke stretched out his blood-stained hand to Feng Ling, and called Feng Ling's name angrily.

"Master, who hurt you?!" Feng Ling supported the body of the head of Kunlun with one hand, and kept making seals in the air with the other hand, trying to stop the blood gushing from his wound.

"...you...be careful...senior sister..." Cao Ke exhausted his last word and reluctantly let go of Feng Ling's wrist.