Young man, rich and easy to talk

Nameless left.

From the cold and gloomy cell full of rooms, he left the Valley of Evil Spirits without looking back, and locked the most reluctant person in the darkest place, and the cold and iron chains would accompany him.

The stones behind him gradually closed, and the mouth of the Evil Spirit Valley was closed again into the end of a barren forest.Wuming put on his mask and stood there in a daze for a long time, not even noticing that someone approached him quietly.The valley was low, and the wind blowing into it was so strong that he stood until he wanted to see a hole in the stone carved with bright red blood.

"Tang Wuming." The person behind him finally called out to him, a voice he had never heard before.

Wuming turned around, and saw a person standing not far in front, with black curtains hanging down his feet, it was the ghost hall master who couldn't speak.He looked around, but he didn't see that annoying ghost Aman who was always on the microphone.

"Tang Wuming." The voice came again.

Wuming tilted his head and looked at the person in front of him, "It was you who spoke."

Hall Master Guiyin nodded, and covered the black veil in front of his body with his long fingers, hesitated for a moment, and finally slowly lifted the cover, revealing a face that had never been seen before.To be honest, Wuming was a little surprised, not because of how strange this person looked, but because...

She is a woman.

She is still quite a beautiful woman, although the years have carved a few traces in the corners of her eyes, but it is undeniable that she is a very charming beauty - at least, she should be when she was young.

Wuming looked at her quietly, and she also looked at Wuming, but the eyes of the two were completely different.Wuming just looked at him freshly and curiously, while the other party intermittently revealed a long-lasting ambiguity and expectation from his gaze.

Of course, he wouldn't naively think that people have some unspeakable meaning to him as a brat, Wuming laughed and asked, "Have you always looked at me like this?"

The other party was taken aback by the question, and suddenly looked away, and the expression on his face lost the softness just now.

Wuming let out an "oh" and walked straight past her. He didn't care why the indifferent Hall Master Guiyin was a weak-looking woman. He didn't care about her relationship with Tang Xian, let alone why he suddenly appeared. Here, suddenly, the veil of mystery was lifted from him.

It's not that there are no doubts, it's just that Wuming no longer has the extra energy to wonder about other people's affairs.

Just as she was about to pass by, she was stopped again, and she handed her a long red silk sword with a twisted handle. She said, "Tang Xian's, I think I should leave it to you." After a while, she added Said, "Perhaps, you can use it."

Wuming stared straight ahead, handing the relics belonging to his "father" in front of him, but he didn't have too many complicated emotions in his heart, "It's not that I can use it, but you want me to use it, don't you?" He looked back sideways Glancing at the other party, "You want me to use it to avenge Tang Xian."

The master of Guiyin Hall turned away expressionlessly.

Wuming smiled wryly: "You used me to avenge your beloved man, but gave me fake sword manuals and half-truths and half-false information."

Guiyin Hall Master said: "Fang Youli is very cautious, he doesn't believe that the sword manual I gave him is real, but he believes in you, as long as you have nothing to do after practicing, he will put down his guard."

"Even if you know that you will go crazy after practicing, even if I am Tang Xian's own son?"

The woman said calmly: "Tang Mu is long gone, you are not him."

Suddenly there was a gap in the dialogue between the two, and a dangerous breath rose from Wuming's body, as cold and chilling as winter in the valley.After a while, the chill was still there, but Wuming curled his lips inexplicably, took the long sword in front of him, and nodded in agreement clearly.

"Yes, you are right."

There are always people who clearly and understand that Tang Wuming is not Tang Mu, even if the face is the same and the body is the same, how can they be the same with different memories.

"It's not right again." Holding the sword, Wuming groaned like a sigh, and disappeared step by step from the woman's eyes.

Wuming returned to the dormitory and dismissed all the idlers. He called Ning into the room, and found one after another of luxurious clothes, one after another, small and delicate gadgets from the bottom of the box. , take a large piece of rough hemp cloth and tie it into a strong package.

"Youshi, are you going down the mountain?" Ning stood aside.

Wuming opened a small locked drawer, and there was a thick stack of bank notes inside, some of which were saved when he was Tang Wuming, and some were later brought up as filial piety by the envoy.He counted them, and there were at least a dozen of them, plus the total change of coins, enough for an ordinary family to open a small shop, marry a good wife and have a baby.

A stack of banknotes was wrapped in brocade and stuffed into the package as well.

"You go down the mountain for me." Wuming gave the things to Ning.

"Where?"

"Go..." Wuming lowered his head and thought for a while, then something flashed in his mind, "Just go to Fufeng Villa, in Qiongzhou in the south of the Yangtze River, and tell them that Tang Wuming asked you to come."

Ning wrote it down carefully, and then asked, "Then what should I do?"

Nameless touched the boy's head, and said in a low voice, "Go there and wait for me. I'll pick you up after finishing the business on the mountain. I've been bored on the mountain for so long and want to go for a walk. If their owner When you go back, you will stay with him as a servant, and he will treat you kindly."

"What are you doing up the mountain? When will you be here?"

"It's classified," he said.

Ning was a sensible boy, so he quickly shut up and stopped asking.When he took the package from Wuming's hand, he accidentally touched it for a moment, and he exclaimed in surprise: "Oh, why are your hands so cold?" Into Wuming's arms, muttering, "If you let me go, you should eat well, you will never eat well."

"Ah."

"Don't be sad, that idiot lied to you, he is not a good person, after you finish your work and go down the mountain, I will help you pick someone who is obedient!"

"Ah."

"That sword technique is not good either, you should practice less, you are already very powerful, and everyone in the sect is afraid of you."

"Ah."

"...Then I'm leaving, come quickly."

"Let's go."

Wuming was sitting in the main room with a burning hand stove in his arms, watching the young man who had never gone down the mountain alone since he entered the gate, walking away step by step and turning his head three times, he waved his hand and urged Ning to go faster, only to see the short The body turned into a mass of black spots.

Hugging the stove and laying tired in the fox fur that Qin Xichao had worn for most of the winter, no one came to call him, and no one bothered him.An evil wind came from nowhere, and a thick cloud rolled over, and the wind howled and howled in the empty courtyard, blowing the wooden stakes in the corner and knocking down the broom in front of the door.

And Nameless, asleep, snuggled up against thick, warm white fur.

Ning walked through the poisonous and wild forest belt, and when he groped his way to the official road, his face was covered in ashes, like a poor man fleeing on the road, no one would have thought that he was a man full of money.

As no one can think of.

But half an hour later, the red-hot brass hand stove he ignited by himself would fall into two bright halves, and the charcoal fire ignited the pure white fox fur that dragged to the side of the couch—burning the entire Right Mission Hall into a sea of ​​flames.