I want it all

Shen Feiyun followed Mo Wuya.

The wooden house is old, but it is not simple and small. On the contrary, the exquisite structure is beyond expectation.Even though Shen Feiyun had a good memory and tried to memorize it with his heart, he also managed to confuse the path after many turns and detours.

There was another fork in front of my eyes, but it was different from the one I walked before. The wooden board on the right hand side did not have the symbol of the Holy Fire Cult - a red burning flame like a maple leaf.

"It's like a maze." Shen Feiyun stopped in his tracks and tried to recall, "First three left, two right, five straight, and then it seemed to go back the same way, five straight, two right, and third left. Now it seems to be standing at the three-way intersection, but But it did not return to the original point, but went further and further away.”

"That's right." Mo Wuya glanced at him, nodded in satisfaction, without concealing his admiration, "In your opinion, standing here, how do you go back to the original bathroom?"

Shen Feiyun could only smile wryly, shook his head, and frankly admitted that he couldn't untie it.

In addition, he thought for a while, frowned and said: "There are rooms here that can be moved, so even if we go back the same way, we can't reach them. There are four big pillars in the hall, one in the firewood room, and one in the master bedroom. I guess there are two left."

Mo Wuya couldn't help showing a faint smile: "Every room is open, it seems that you haven't missed the details." After speaking, he put away his smile, "Go on, what else do you feel?"

"People who practice martial arts should be good at hearing sounds and distinguishing positions, but here I am a little confused and can't distinguish the positions well. Only when I calm down can I feel that this is east and this is south."

As Shen Feiyun spoke, he pointed to the direction with his finger.

"The manipulation of some small things is nothing more than a trivial skill." Mo Wuya's mouth was modest, but his face couldn't hide the pride.

Shen Feiyun looked around, and the paintings on the roof really had something to do with it.

The fairy holding a pipa is lifelike, with affectionate eyebrows, looking down at him, as if she will fly out of the painting in the next second. She is obviously a gentle fairy, but it makes people feel that she has no good intentions and is a bit weird.

Such a picture made him involuntarily look directly at it, or lower his head, instead of looking up a few more times.

The pattern of the blanket on the ground is like the incense rings hanging in the temple, layer upon layer, and you will get dizzy after looking at it for a long time.

The candlesticks on the two walls of the corridor have strange shapes, some are in the shape of evil spirits, and some are in the shape of Rakshasa, with a red tongue that grows to the ground protruding from its mouth.The tongue was copper, with a green patina where the red paint had flaked.

Therefore, Shen Feiyun occasionally lowered his head, or looked at the two walls, but more often looked forward.

These decorations more or less affected his mood and judgment.

"It's very clever." Shen Feiyun said truthfully.

Mo Wuya accepted his compliment with a smile, and led him to turn around several times before returning to the outside of the wash room, and said calmly: "This time we will walk more slowly. Watch how the path changes."

Go to the three-way intersection.

"Turn left three times," Mo Wuya stopped and turned around, "After the first left turn, this place has changed, just look."

As soon as the voice fell, the wall panel in front of him began to move slowly.This road was originally very wide. After moving, one road was divided into two, and the road on the left was completely cut off.

Shen Feiyun frowned slightly, feeling puzzled: "This moving sound..."

"Very subtle," Mo Wuya said, "When we turned left for the second time, this place began to change. The sound insulation is very good, you can't hear the sound of the wall panels moving."

Shen Feiyun nodded, sighed, and suddenly asked: "The layout here is so delicate, does Xu Qingyun know?"

"Of course she doesn't know." Mo Wuya replied, "Otherwise, how could she be willing to let you die, after all, you are Lu Chu's child."

Hearing this, Shen Feiyun couldn't imagine what he expected, but he still breathed a sigh of relief and felt a little better.

Thinking of this, he heard the wind, turned his head to look at Mo Wuya, and saw that the place where he had just stood was empty.

It seems that there is still a mechanism here for Mo Wuya to disappear in an instant.

Before he could figure out why, there was a breeze blowing over his head.From the colorful murals on the top, a light man suddenly flew out, stabbing down with a sword.

It's Mo Wuya!

Shen Feiyun stepped on the swallow three times, and quickly dodged the volleying sword. He was two arms away, stopped immediately, swung his fan, and stuck behind Mo Wuya in the blink of an eye.

Since Mo Wuya took the lead, he also followed the trend, accepted the provocation of the opponent to start a war, and responded without showing any weakness.

After listening to Mo Wuya's long speech, the hatred in his heart was already deep, so he had no idea of ​​showing mercy, and his moves were unexpectedly fierce and pungent.Thanks to Mo Wuya being more than 30 years older than him, he managed to escape his attack by virtue of his experience.

Mo Wuya just wanted to demonstrate, so he asked Shen Feiyun to take a look at the mechanism KitKat, but unexpectedly his behavior angered the other party, so he asked him to greet him.So he had no choice but to find the key position, stamped his foot, and disappeared from Shen Feiyun's eyes again.

Shen Feiyun stood on the spot, concentrating on it.

"I didn't intend to kill you." Mo Wuya's voice came from the top, "If I really want to take your life, why should I use a sword, I just need to move my fingers."

Shen Feiyun remained unmoved, identified the location of Mo Wuya's voice, fixed his gaze on the location, his whole body tensed up, ready to explode at any moment.

"Don't move!" Mo Wuya saw through his thoughts and shouted loudly.

Shen Feiyun is not a person who can listen to the enemy's words, but at this moment he miraculously stayed in place, raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "You are really right, it is really easy for you to kill me."

The wooden wall was covered with arrowheads, as long as Mo Wuya made another move, these long arrows would fly out and impale him into a sieve.

Mo Wuya saw that he had calmed down, that he was not in a hurry when facing life and death, and that he was still smiling. He really had a boldness and indifference that ordinary people didn't have.

Mo Wuya couldn't help admiring: "Now you know that every word of my words is not a lie, there is always a bit of sincerity."

Shen Feiyun didn't appreciate it, obviously his life and death were in other people's hands, he still smiled contemptuously.He didn't believe that people like Mo Wuya had any sincerity at all, saying that they only had sophistry made people more convincing.

"You asked me to come in, not to kill me, but to chat?" Shen Feiyun asked coldly.

"I'm 50 years old," Mo Wuya sighed, "You can't judge me as if you were 20 years old. If there is someone who can listen to my past, how can I not welcome him?"

Shen Feiyun was too lazy to talk nonsense, and asked directly: "What exactly do you want to do?"

"Don't shoot at me, the time has not come."

Mo Wuya landed from the top and walked to Shen Feiyun's side, "I just want to chat with you and look at you more. Although I am now the leader of the Holy Fire Sect, I am confined to Mobei and cannot go to the Central Plains. In addition, my wife and children are dead, I am alone, and the remaining believers are also eyeing me, and they don't have much sincerity towards me..."

In the words, there is an unconcealable loneliness.

Shen Feiyun said: "I just want to kill you."

"But I don't want to die by your hands." The smile on Mo Wuya's face faded, "I still have hatred, and this hatred has nothing to do with you. Even though I hated you when I was young, I've looked away now and left you alone." This world is also a comfort to Lu Chu. For the sake of my dead wife, I don't want to kill you either."

Shen Feiyun just stared at the other party indifferently, and there was no ups and downs in his heart because of these words, he only felt that the other party was full of lies without any sincerity.

He is unwilling to put in the effort to distinguish how much sincerity and how much truth this kind of person has, so he has to treat it as a lie.

"You take a good look at the layout and layout of this wine shop with me. This is all Lu Chu's painstaking effort. I promise that I will never tease you or joke with you again."

Mo Wuya walked to the left, and soon turned into another corridor.

Shen Feiyun took several deep breaths to adjust, suppressed his extreme displeasure, and followed Mo Wuya away.

Time flies, only to find out the layout of most of the restaurants, it is late at night.

"It's not early." Mo Wuya walked to the end, pushed open the wooden window, and looked into the dark night, "The sunset here is later than in the Central Plains, and the night is as black as splashing ink. I guess it's almost midnight."

Shen Feiyun said wearily: "Can you let me out?"

"Will you come to talk with me tomorrow?" Mo Wuya looked back, under the light, his face showed the traces of time, fine lines and vicissitudes could not be hidden.

Shen Feiyun didn't speak, he just wanted to end Mo Wuya as soon as possible, so that he could go back to Gusu with Qi Yuwen, find Su Lang, explain everything, and live in peace.

Mo Wuya smiled and said, "If you don't promise me, I won't let you go."

"Okay." Shen Feiyun could only agree.

With Shen Feiyun's consent, Mo Wuya led the other party out of the restaurant, and said in a deep voice, "See you tomorrow."

Shen Feiyun nodded in response, but he didn't respond, he just stepped on the red cloth laid out during the day and walked towards the carriage.

Old man Hushui was sleeping on the cross board in front of the car, covered with a cloak he had snatched from someone else, and he didn't move when he heard footsteps, he just fell asleep peacefully.

Su Lang opened the carriage, held a white candle, and protected the flame from being blown away by the cold wind with his other hand.

He stretched out half of his body, raised his head and said, "You're back."

When Shen Feiyun saw Su Lang again, he suddenly felt a little irritated, so he laughed and joked: "Thinking that you are still waiting for me, I was afraid that you would be in a hurry, so I hurried over to prevent you from tossing and turning at night and worrying about me."

Su Lang heard the words, expressionless, blew out the candle, and closed the carriage with a "bang", it seemed that he was not comforted by Shen Feiyun's words, but angry because of it.

Shen Feiyun frowned, he was well-intentioned, extremely troubled and exhausted, he still spoke out to comfort his new friend, but he didn't know why the other party didn't appreciate it.

"Open the door." Shen Feiyun walked in front of him, raised his hand and knocked on the carriage, "This is my carriage, you are a bit domineering."

Su Lang opened the door, but his expression could not be seen clearly in the dark night.He squatted halfway in the carriage and looked up at Shen Feiyun. Even though his face was blurred, Shen Feiyun could feel the other party's displeasure.

"I don't want to be distracted to speculate on you," Shen Feiyun said calmly, "I've already said good things, you don't care if you don't like to listen to them. I'm very tired, and I just want to rest. Get out of the way so I can come in."

Su Lang froze and took a long time to let go.

Shen Feiyun lifted the blanket and brought the cold air into his body, which made Su Lang shiver uncontrollably.

"Qi Yuwen," Shen Feiyun said, "Who killed Mo Tingfeng?"

"Su Lang."

Shen Feiyun nodded, and asked: "If Mo Wuya said that he still had hatred before he died, what do you think this hatred is?"

"The death of the son."

"He didn't want to kill me." Shen Feiyun closed his eyes, his body and mind clamored to fall asleep, but his mind was still clear, "He felt very guilty towards my mother, so he wanted to pay it back on me, which I hadn't thought of before. And , I thought he didn't care about Mo Tingfeng, but I still underestimated him."

Su Lang turned around, looked at Shen Feiyun's profile, and asked, "What did he say?"

Shen Feiyun spoke slowly: "He told me that he was going to seek revenge on Su Lang... If Mo Tingfeng was really killed by Su Lang..."

The voice became softer and softer, until the last few words were too low to be heard clearly.

"I still don't understand how people's hearts can be so fickle, so complex and multi-faceted." Shen Feiyun sighed quietly, "Speaking some specious, half-true and false words, can really make my heart feel at peace?"

Su Lang only listened to his words quietly, without responding, breathing so gently that he was close to falling asleep.

Thinking of the end, Shen Feiyun only called out: "Su Lang...Su Lang..."

Su Lang opened his eyes suddenly, his breathing became short of breath, and he couldn't help asking, "What did you ask him to do?"

"I don't know," Shen Feiyun frowned, "I'm depressed, and I'll be happier when I think of him. Maybe he comes and goes like the wind, unpredictable, like a distant sustenance. When I read his name, I feel like I'm out of touch." In the present predicament, you can find a moment of peace."

"You shouldn't get involved..." Su Lang whispered.

In his heart, Shen Feiyun should be carefree, free from care and care, in the fireworks of the world, and also like a dusty mountain far away, how could he be bound by the secular world?

Shen Feiyun thought about it, and Su Lang's figure kept appearing in his mind—sadness, indifference, violence, capriciousness, a knife hidden in a smile, a sword in his mouth, disregard for human life, and finally warmth and softness...

After a long time, half asleep and half awake, he noticed an arm around his waist, so he woke up, frowning, and pushed Su Lang away.He tucked in the quilt and made a hollow in the middle to separate the two.

The sunrise in Mobei was very late, when the clear rays of the rising sun fell on the yellow sand, Shen Feiyun lazily got up.

He put on his clothes, opened the car door, the old man Hushui didn't know where he was, only Su Lang was sitting on the crossbar, looking at the sunrise in the east, without turning his head, he said, "Are you awake?"

Shen Feiyun sat beside Su Lang and asked, "Is the sunrise beautiful?"

"Divide people."

Su Lang showed a very shallow smile, and before Shen Feiyun could see it clearly, it disappeared in an instant without a trace.

Shen Feiyun sat silently with Su Lang for half an hour, until Mo Wuya urged impatiently: "How long are you going to sit?"

Only then did Shen Feiyun stand up, and looked up at the roof.If he could not see Mo Wuya, he would rather sit with Su Lang for one or two more days... ten days and a half months is fine.

Mo Wuya also stood up, kicked the corpse off the roof, and asked coldly, "Did you kill these ten or so believers?"

As soon as Shen Feiyun walked to the door, the corpse dressed in fiery red fell to the ground with a "bang".

He quickly dodged it, and with some calculations in his heart, he calmly said: "It's not me, and it's not Qi Yuwen."

As soon as the words came out, it was obvious who the murderer was.