Looking to the Thirteen Rivers

Just after noon, the snow that had stopped in Jincheng for two days began to fall again.

The sky was gray and the sky was frosty. Ye Zhilan read the letter sent by Yao Dingcheng in the conference hall, and recognized that it was Yin Qiu's handwriting.

"Since this letter was sent urgently, why did it arrive at this time?"

Standing at the bottom was a well-known female disciple, dressed in strong attire that was convenient for traveling, and replied after hearing the words: "The incident happened suddenly over there, the disciple encountered heavy snow on the way, and was chased and killed by Ziwei followers for two days, so I came here late."

Ye Zhilan frowned, and said in a deep voice: "The refugees in Yao Dingcheng are dead, and the rest of the states and cities have to take precautions. You go to the refugee sheds and take care of everything. Don't let the Ziwei Sect take advantage of the situation and come in again. When troubles arise, the gates of the city must be strictly guarded, and then the matter of Yao Dingcheng should be reported to the government office. If Jincheng is also driven by the Ziwei Sect to refugees, we must deal with it early. We must communicate with the government office in advance to avoid being caught off guard .”

The disciples responded one after another, each received an errand and exited the door, while Ye Zhilan led the two disciples to the refugee shelter to check the situation.

Except for Yao Dingcheng, the refugees in other cities have been resettled. They have their household registration certificates and have already moved into the refugee shelters in the city. When Ye Zhilan rushed there, Ji's servants were distributing meals.

The Ji family is the leading family in Jincheng, and the Ji family has always been kind and generous, so the disaster situation in Jincheng is better controlled than other cities. It has not been five years since Ji Wan's retreat has been closed, and Master Ji and Mrs. Ji miss home Girl, so when I heard about the disaster and the refugees, I immediately sent someone to help disciple Yunhua, which was a great help.

The refugee hut was also built with the money of Ji's family. It was solid and solid, with no air leakage on all sides. People lived in it covered with quilts. Although there was no charcoal fire, it was still warm enough.

Ye Zhilan just arrived, so she saw a familiar figure in the shed.

Mrs. Ji ordered a few servants to share the hot soup with others, she turned her face and saw Ye Zhilan coming, she couldn't help smiling and said: "Why did Zhilan come at this time, my old lady is even more awake than you morning."

Ye Zhilan smiled shyly, and quickly stepped forward to support Mrs. Ji, and said warmly: "It's snowing again today, auntie should stay at home. It's cold outside and the wind is strong, so don't catch a cold."

"I'm getting old, but my body isn't that bad." Mrs. Ji smiled kindly, put her palm on the back of Ye Zhilan's hand, and said, "Wan Shu worshiped your Yunhua Palace since she was a child. She has a hot temper. Irritable temper, I have caused trouble for you all these years, and we as parents can't help much, we can only do our part in these things, which is considered a little kindness."

"Uncle and aunt are kind people who are kind and charitable," Ye Zhilan said, "On behalf of the disciples in the palace and these refugees, Zhilan thank you both."

Mrs. Ji is kind-hearted and well-maintained. She is over [-] years old and still maintains a good appearance. She behaves like everyone and is very kind. She pulled Ye Zhilan and said: "Thank you, this is what we should do," said Here he sighed again, "I have been in retreat for so many years, I don't know when I will be able to go home and take a look, Zhilan, how long has it been since you received her letter in the last round?"

Ye Zhilan thought for a while, and said: "It was the day of Liqiu. She wrote in a simple letter, saying that everything is going well and there is no need to worry about it. Since she said that, she must have made great efforts. Auntie, don't worry, when she leaves the customs in the evening , I will be the first to report to you."

Mrs. Ji smiled, and said "yes" three times. Ye Zhilan inspected the refugee shelter, and seeing that everything was in order, she drove the carriage and sent Mrs. Ji back to Ji's residence.

When night fell, disciple Yunhua left people guarding around the shed, and the refugees also put out their candles to go to sleep one after another. When it was late at night, they saw a black shadow flying down from the city wall and approached silently. A small dark alley behind the refugee shelter.

This man was dressed in black, with his face covered, and he acted furtively. He looked like a man. As soon as he landed on the ground, he looked around the shed quietly and saw that Yunhua's disciples were not far away. Taking shelter from the snow in the shed, he took a piece of incense from his sleeve, and lightly pierced the window paper, intending to use the incense to make the refugees faint in their sleep.

The night snow was long, and the wind was filled with frosty chill. While paying attention to the movement of disciple Yunhua, this man moved his lips towards the bamboo tube containing the incense, but before he could move, suddenly the wind in his eyes A blinding white glow flashed by, and he turned his head suddenly, only to see someone standing beside him at some point, looking at him without saying a word.

It was a young woman with a slightly pale complexion.

This woman was wearing a tattered bamboo hat, a dark blue dress with tightly cuffed cuffs, a pair of black cloud boots, and a thick cloak wrapped around her. moving lake blue water.

On her waist was a small flying knife tied with a dark red ribbon, and the blade shone sharp white in the light cast by the torches on the city wall.

The man couldn't help shaking his hands, and the mist fell to the ground. He was shocked and said, "Wen, protect the law...?"

In the wind, a little fragrance of makeup and powder diffused for a moment. Wen Chaoyu bent down and picked up the fragrance. Her heroic face was dotted with profound facial features. With a smile on her lips, her tone was a bit playful, and said: "This It's been a few years, why are you still using such incense for your subordinates, Great Protector Qin?"

The man frowned, glanced at the Yunhua disciples in the bamboo shed, and saw that they were all huddled together to keep warm, and didn't notice any movement here, so he said in a deep voice: "This subordinate is here to complete the explanation of Qin Hufa, and I'm still here. Please Wen Hufa, for convenience, return the mist."

Wen Zhaoyu smiled, "What are you going to do?"

The man said: "Guarda Qin specially ordered that his subordinates not to make matters worse, so his subordinates avoided those Yunhua disciples, and planned to directly stun the refugees inside, and then smear the poison on their bowls and chopsticks. Not surprisingly, these people will be able to die tomorrow."

"Good method," Wen Chaoyu slapped his hands twice, and asked again, "If something happens to you, how should you deal with it?"

The man showed doubts: "What accident can happen?"

Wen Chaoyu smiled brightly at him, and pointed at himself.

The man paused slightly: "You?"

Wen Zhaoyu said "Yes", "That's right, me."

After she finished speaking, she took out the torch in her sleeve and burned the incense without saying a word.

"You—!" The man's pupils shrank, and his expression changed drastically, "Why did you burn it! How dare you obstruct me from doing things, not to mention the leader, even Qin Hufa will not spare you if he finds out!"

"Then tell her to come to me," the bamboo tube in his hand ignited, and the flames illuminated Wen Zhaoyu's nonchalant face, "Even if you give her another five years, she still can't beat me, what do you think?"

The man snorted coldly, with a disdainful tone: "I'll give you a little face, and even call you a guardian for your face. Who in the sect doesn't know that you have been like a useless person these years, and you have been detested by the sect leader, just because of your sickness now How dare you say that Protector Qin is no match for you? What a joke!"

Wen Chaoyu smiled but didn't smile, with slowly rising flames in her eyes, she threw the Mixiang to the snow, raised her leg and stepped on it, and said: "It seems so reasonable, I'm a useless person, how can I beat you?" Too big to protect the Dharma?" After speaking, she took out her handkerchief and wiped her hands, then slightly tilted her head and said, "Tie him up for me."

The man was startled, and saw a few black figures suddenly appear from behind Wen Chaoyu, and they worked together, and immediately tied him up, making him unable to move.

"Wen Chaoyu!" The man gritted his teeth, "If you ruin the matter of the leader and Protector Qin, you don't want to have any good fruit!"

"Don't worry, I won't kill you," Wen Chaoyu looked down at him, still with a smile on his face, "It's only because you came to Jincheng, if you want to attack the neighboring city, I, Wen Chaoyu, can't do anything about it. I don’t have the ability to protect everyone, but this is Jincheng, it’s not that easy for you to kill people and set fires under my nose, understand?”

Jincheng is a fertile land driven by Ji's family. Who in this rivers and lakes does not know that Jincheng's Ji's family is the master's house of Yunhua Palace's chief disciple Ji Wanshu?

The man spat and said contemptuously: "In the past, you repeatedly disrupted the plan of the leader because of Ji Wanshu, and now it has been almost five years. I thought you would have a better memory, but you are still so picky! If you don't kill me, I won't be grateful to you either! When I return to Cang County, I will report the truth to the leader and Protector Qin!"

Wen Chaoyu snorted and said, "If I dare to detain you, I'm not afraid of you reporting it. You can go to other states and cities, and I can just sit back and watch."

As she spoke, she slowly raised her left hand and took off the bamboo hat, her smiling eyes revealed a little imperceptible coldness.

"But Jincheng, absolutely not."

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At dawn, Jincheng woke up from the swaying snow, the market became lively, and there were people walking around in the refugee shelter. As usual, disciple Yunhua cooked the porridge step by step, and the servants of the Ji family also came here to help When they got busy, the refugees lined up to receive their meals, all talking and laughing, and the atmosphere was happy.

They didn't know that they had walked through the gate of hell last night.

Wen Chaoyu moved a grand chair and sat on a tall building nearby, looking expressionlessly at the busy crowd coming down below.

White mist drifted over along the cold wind, the mist contained a strong smell of medicine and firewood smoke, it smelled bitter and choking, Wen Zhaoyu covered his mouth and nose with a veil, and turned his head to look to one side.

There was a black-clothed young man squatting half-squatting, using a cattail fan to stir up a fire in the stove, his eyes were smothered by the blue smoke, and tears flowed down his face, while the other hand was clenched into a fist and pressed to his lips, coughing softly.

Looking at the hand with intertwined scars and dislocated wrist bones on his lips, Wen Zhaoyu frowned unconsciously.

This young man's name is Xue Tan, and he is Wen Zhaoyu's few confidantes in Ziwei Sect. Five years ago, he was only one of his confidantes, but now he has become the real only one.

Of course, five years ago, he was still a young boy, because he helped Yin Qiu deliver a letter to Man Jiangxue for Wen Chaoyu, and was severely beaten by Nangong Min to become disabled. Picking it up in time, there are old wounds everywhere, and his martial arts skills are equivalent to useless, and now he can't hold a sword, so he can only do some rough work.

Wen Zhaoyu looked at him for a while, then looked away as if nothing had happened, and said, "You have to boil the medicine in the upper hand? You want to smoke me to death."

When Xue was able to talk about this, he immediately reacted, and quickly got up and said: "It's my subordinate's negligence. This subordinate should cook in another place."

Wen Chaoyu ignored him, and cast a look at a subordinate behind him, who understood, immediately took the stove from Xue Tan's hand, and removed the inside.

"How many times have I said that you don't need to do these things yourself," Wen Zhaoyu said, "You are a good man, don't be a maid by my side all day long."

Xue chatted and touched his nose with his hand. Seeing the porridge deliciously eaten by the refugees below, he couldn't help sighing: "The guardian has been in the fire pool for almost five years, and he was finally pardoned by the leader recently. You should do your part, if the leader finds out that you have helped Jincheng this time, I am afraid that he will anger you again."

"I'm not afraid of Liehuochi, but are you afraid that she will annoy me?" Wen Zhaoyu said lightly, and wanted to drink at the moment, but when he smelled the astringent smell of medicine, he dismissed the idea again.

Xue Tan said: "The believer was still locked up in the firewood room last night, the guardian really didn't intend to kill him?"

"It's useless to kill him," Wen Zhaoyu said casually, licking his dry lips, "Sooner or later, the leader will know about this matter, and killing him won't hide it."

"As soon as the protector came out, he went straight to Jincheng," Xue Tan smiled, "Miss Ji's departure date is still early, so we have to wait until the beginning of spring?"

Wen Zhaoyu let out a "huh" from his nasal cavity, and after a while, he looked sideways at Xue Tan and grinned, and said, "Why are you more open-mouthed than a woman like me? I said I came to Jincheng for her?"

Xue Tan looked up at the sky: "No."

"That's it." Wen Chaoyu rolled his eyes at him, took the soup and medicine handed by his subordinates and emptied it, stood up from the grand teacher's chair, and was about to walk downstairs.

Xue Tan hurriedly followed: "Where are you going?"

Wen Chaoyu walked and said, "Have you prepared all the paper incense candles I asked you to buy yesterday?"

Xue Tan nodded: "Ready, who is the guardian going to worship?"

Wen Zhaoyu said coldly: "Nonsense, let's pay homage to the dead."

After a stick of incense, the two came to a deep dense forest. When they got out of the forest, a tombstone appeared on the hillside. There were many tributes in front of the tomb. There were all kinds of paper money and incense candles. It seemed that people often came This worship.

Wen Zhaoyu burned the ghost paper, lit a few white candles, and stood in front of the monument for a long time without saying a word.

The mountains and forests were covered with frost and snow. When one looked up, one could see a vast expanse of whiteness all around. The tombstone was well repaired and well maintained. It was clean and dust-free, as if it was newly built.

There is no inscription on the stele.

When the mountain wind came, Wen Zhaoyu's cloak swayed slightly in the wind, she grabbed the soil and threw it on the grave, and heard Xue Tan say from the side: "The guardian used to come here often, Who is buried in this tomb?"

Xue Tan asked this question before, but Wen Zhaoyu never answered it, but at this moment, Wen Zhaoyu answered it for the first time, and she said flatly: "It's the daughter of Ji's parents."

Xue Tan was a little surprised: "It turned out to be Ji's parents and daughters." He paused, and glanced at Wen Chaoyu, "Unexpectedly, Miss Ji also has an elder sister."

Wen Chaoyu didn't answer, raised his legs and walked to one side, stretched out his hand to touch the branches and leaves a few times, and cleaned his hands with snow water.

Xue Tan immediately handed over Zhang Pazi and asked, "Then how did she die?"

Wen Chaoyu wiped off the water stains on his hands with a handkerchief, and after a moment of silence, he said, "I killed him."

Xue Tan was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and said, "Don't be ridiculous, Guardian, how could you be willing to kill Miss Ji's elder sister?"

"Someone wants her to die, and she cannot die." Wen Zhaoyu lowered his brows, eyes darkened, "As long as she dies, I can live."

Seeing that she didn't look like she was joking, Xue Tan couldn't help but feel his heart sink.

He has been with Wen Chaoyu for a long time, so he naturally knows Wen Chaoyu's feelings for Ji Wanshu. Xue Tan knows the inside story better than anyone else about the love-hate entanglement between the master and apprentice over the years.

But he never expected that Ji Wanshu's eldest sister would die at the hands of Wen Zhaoyu.

"The guardian's words..." Xue Tan couldn't hide his shock, and he said after a while, "Is someone coercing you?"

Wen Chaoyu smiled silently and did not reply.

She raised her head and looked back at the lonely grave without any emotion in her eyes.

She looked even a little uncommonly indifferent.

Xue Tan only regarded her as acquiescing, and then guessed: "Could it be the leader... But why did she want to kill Ji's parents and daughters?"

There was a thick layer of clouds in the distance, covering the dome gray, Wen Chaoyu looked up and said calmly: "It's none of Nangong Min's business."

"That's..." Xue Tan wanted to ask again, but seeing Wen Chaoyu's expression faintly unhappy, he changed the subject again, "So it's because of this that the Dharma protector has avoided Miss Ji all these years?"

Wen Zhaoyu finally sighed: "Not all of them."

She put the handkerchief into her sleeve, turned her back, and walked into the forest step by step.

Seeing this, Xue Tan tactfully kept silent, and hurriedly limped after him.

The two walked in silence for a while, and Wen Chaoyu suddenly stopped in front of her. She suddenly became preoccupied and frowned.

There were no birds in the woods, it was quiet everywhere, a string of messy footprints spread on the snow, Wen Zhaoyu turned around and glanced at the tombstone, his voice was so soft that he seemed to be muttering to himself.

"It's a good thing she's dead," Wen Chaoyu said, "If she's still alive, I won't be close to Wan, and there's no possibility of getting acquainted."

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