I want it all

After Shen Feiyun left, Su Lang turned around and watched the carriage drive into the distance, kicking up billowing dust.He stood silently, staring for a long time, until the sand and dust drifted away with the wind, and a line of yellow and white appeared in front of him again at the intersection of heaven and earth.

"Have you watched it for a long time, have you seen enough?" Mo Wuya asked softly, and flew down from the roof, holding the Xuanjian tightly in his right hand.

The long sword has been unsheathed, just waiting for a fierce battle, thirsty for blood.

Su Lang was not in a hurry, holding the broad sword in his arms, without any intention of making a move.

He turned around slowly, put his eyes on Mo Wuya, and said casually: "You are here in a hurry to die...but I still have questions that I don't understand, so I am not in a hurry to kill you."

"Boy, you are too arrogant." Mo Wuya said indifferently, "You think you can definitely defeat me? If you underestimate the enemy, I'm afraid you will end up like your senior brother."

Su Lang paused, quickly comprehended, and asked, "Do you know I'm not Senior Brother Qi?"

Mo Wuya wanted to maintain his demeanor at the last moment, but he couldn't help but sneered: "You are Su Lang, if you weren't Su Lang, I wouldn't bother to kill you."

At this point, Su Lang finally understood that Shen Feiyun's departure was not done on a whim by Mo Wuya.Mo Wuya did this because he wanted to distract Shen Feiyun and fight him.

Just like what Shen Feiyun said to him last night, all of this was premeditated, they were just pawns in other people's hands, and they fell into other people's schemes long before they acted.

"No hurry." Su Lang still spit out these two words slowly.

After a brief astonishment, he instantly regained his concentration, collected his wandering thoughts, and concentrated on dealing with the current situation.

It's nothing, he thought.

It was just one more thing he wanted to know, he originally planned to ask the truth, Shen Feiyun's words really touched him.

Su Lang pursed his lips and asked, "How did you know that I am Su Lang? According to your words, you came to settle accounts with me because I killed your son Mo Tingfeng?"

Mo Wuya sneered, and said: "Once Mi Le died, He You replaced him, and the Holy Fire Altar in Qingzhou changed hands. Ting Feng, as the young master of the Holy Fire Cult, naturally brought people to inquire. You guard Qingzhou, kill people, and then stand up Listening to the wind's appearance, bluffing and deceiving.

"Tingfeng was buried under Suyu Peak. He You didn't know it, and I didn't know it. It wasn't until you followed Prince Chen and led the Holy Fire Cult to submit to the court that I realized something was wrong. From the end of summer to the cold winter, it took many months. Figure out..."

After talking about it, he couldn't help but burst into tears and gritted his teeth with hatred.

"Tingfeng is the only flesh and blood of my beloved wife. In the past 20 years, I have never beaten, scolded or criticized him. I just wish I could pour all the love in the world on him. Su Lang, standing in front of you right now is not only the leader of the Sacred Fire Sect, but also the leader of the Holy Fire Sect." A widower, a bereaved old man..."

"If you want to win sympathy, you don't need to say much." Su Lang said coldly, "I was born like this, so I don't have any compassion. I killed your son, and now I want to kill you. The worse you live, the more you are like mine. I mean, why bother to say so many sad things."

Hearing this, Mo Wuya wiped away the tears from his face.

He had told countless lies in his life, and before that he would talk nonsense to Shen Feiyun; now that he revealed his true feelings, he was said to be seeking sympathy.

At this point, the feelings of the past decades surged up together, blocking his chest, making it difficult for him to breathe.

He said in a strange tone: "You are so cold-blooded, you must think that our father and son deserve what we deserve... Does every story have a heinous villain for an unrecognized hero to defeat, and go down in the rivers and lakes with his name? Are you self-righteous? Recognize that the hero is righteous, and killing me is doing justice for the sky||doing it?"

"I didn't think about anything," Su Lang said sincerely, "I was just following my master's orders. Master told me to kill Mo Tingfeng, so I did; he asked me to fight you and take your life, so I did." Do."

Mo Wuya raised his hand, put his index finger against his upper lip, gave a soft "shh", and said, "Wrong, you've even lied to yourself, and I almost believed it."

When Su Lang heard this, he was a little stunned, so he kept quiet and waited for the other party to continue.

He thought of Shen Feiyun's words - you were assigned to do something, don't you want to figure out whether it's right or wrong, and what's the point?

Yes, he was eager to know the answer.

Because he discovered that what he upholds may not be justice, and he has long known that reality is not black and white.

"I ask you," Mo Wuya said slowly, "if your master deserved it, killed many people, was broken by his lover, and expelled from the Central Plains. Everything he asked you to do now is to replace it." Now that you have acquired the Sacred Fire Cult, will you still do your best to listen to that bastard Xin Hanxue?"

Su Lang choked and grabbed the scabbard tightly.

The doubts that had been forcibly suppressed before, the admiration and admiration generated by Master's benevolent teaching for nearly 20 years, those who had never doubted, were instantly provoked and jumped out.

"You're talking nonsense!" he snapped.

"What nonsense did I say?" Mo Wuya asked with a half-smile, "The internal skills of Liuxiu City and Sacred Fire Sect are exactly the same. Don't you have a lot in your mind, and you want me to explain it to you word by word?"

This was one of the things Su Lang wanted to ask at the beginning, but when he really heard the answer, he was in a daze for a moment and didn't want to listen any more.

What he said may not be true.

Su Lang collected himself and said hoarsely, "Continue."

Mo Wuya asked: "Did you never take a look at the "Hanxue Sword Art" you obtained from the Qingzhou altar?"

"No." Su Lang shook his head.

"It's no wonder." Mo Wuya said meaningfully, "If you take a look at it, you will find how weird and outrageous the sword formulas created by your master Xin Hanxue are. Will people go mad."

Su Lang finally calmed down, and said calmly: "I haven't read it, so no matter what you say, I can't prove it, nor can I falsify it. Is this why you slandered my master casually?"

"He still uses me to slander?" Mo Wuya's tone was contemptuous, full of contempt, "I was with his senior brother, and I also founded the Holy Fire Cult together. This person's heart is far worse than mine. If you still have a little Conscience, just don't listen to..."

Su Lang sneered and interrupted: "Evidence, without evidence, I will never believe it."

"This is the evidence." Mo Wuya turned sideways slightly, raised his hand and pointed at the banner in front of the wine shop.

The faded red flag fluttered in the wind, and between gathering and stretching, the four big characters of "Bie Xue Winery" loomed and rolled in the wind.

"Is this handwriting familiar to you?"

"Familiar." Su Lang nodded, "It's very similar to Master's handwriting, but it's not the same."

Mo Wuya looked sad, but said with a smile: "Xu Qingyun wrote this at the beginning. She and Xin Hanxue were childhood sweethearts, raised by their master, and their handwriting is naturally similar. My deceased wife, Xin Hanxue, and Xu Qingyun came from the same school. Except for Xu Qingyun's defection, the Sacred Fire Cult can almost be said to be the work of our master."

Su Lang pursed his lips tightly, his thoughts kept changing with the words of the other party.

Even if what Mo Wuya said was true, so what?

Mo Wuya and Lu Chu did all kinds of bad things. Didn't Xu Qingyun and Xin Hanxue cut off contact with him later, are they still coming to take the life of this scourge?

What's more, Mo Wuya has no credibility at all, so his words can be somewhat believable.

Mo Wuya still smiled, let out a long sigh, and continued, "Xin Hanxue's martial arts skills are unmatched by anyone in the world. Who do you think can break his legs, but he is willing to do so without complaint or favor? Of course it is." His former lover Xu Qingyun."

"There's nothing to say, but a flag is nothing." Su Lang said.

He became more and more calm, thinking about the other party's actions and what their purpose was, presumably it was just to disturb his mind, so as to gain the upper hand in the ensuing duel of life and death.

"A person who is about to die has good words." Mo Wuya chuckled, and pulled off his collar, revealing a large scarlet chest.

Su Lang frowned and said, "This is the profound fire poison, it looks like you won't survive April."

"Yes." Mo Wuya nodded and admitted, "I don't have much time left. I will definitely die by the end of April. The mysterious fire is so poisonous that there is no cure. It's ridiculous that the name of the Holy Fire Cult comes from the mysterious fire, but in the end I did it because of it." Harmful."

Su Lang didn't understand what Mo Wuya wanted to do, so he looked at him quietly.

"This is the poison of the Shi family in Yanzhou. Shi Hongying and Prince Chen's son are getting close. It seems that they are planning to join the faction of King Chen and build a good relationship with people from Jiangsu and Zhejiang."

Mo Wuya straightened his clothes and smoothed the red skirt, "I thought you knew about this, but it seems that you are naive and ignorant. Your father is in Jinling, and his family is rich, and he sent you to Liuxiu City. Jia and Liuxiu City should be in the same group as King Chen."

This is something Su Lang seldom thinks about. Thinking about it now, all of these are interrelated and cannot be considered separately.

He knew that although Mo Wuya was full of nonsense, what he said was not fake, every word was true.

He pretended to be Mo Tingfeng and went to Yufeng Tower to find Jian Yishan. On the way, he saw Shi Hongying leaving in the rain. Shi Hongying must have had a close relationship with Jian Yishan.

And his father did have a friendly relationship with King Chen, and he did send him out since he was a child, asking him to learn martial arts with Xin Hanxue, because he has no one in his bones.

"Before the Shi family succeeded, your senior brother Qi Yuwen came to kill me." Mo Wuya said, "As a result, you also saw that he was seriously injured for me. If he hadn't escaped fairly quickly, his life would have to be confessed in Cangzhou. Among the yellow sands of the Windy City."

"Brother's injury is serious." Su Lang said calmly.

"You people are really hypocritical," Mo Wuya said angrily, "You are trying to take my life in every possible way, are you really trying to uphold justice? When you say this, ask yourself, aren't you ashamed?"

Su Lang sighed softly. He wanted to say that there was nothing to be ashamed of, but his heart was a little shaken.

Mo Wuya exposed it mercilessly: "You are just coveting my family business and wanting to take the Holy Fire Cult as your own. Your emperor was so aggressive that he wiped out Dayan and Xiongnu successively between the two dynasties. Sell ​​officials and nobles to fill the shortage.

"When the Sacred Fire Cult invaded the Central Plains, they took the people's private shops as their own. They kept silent, and when the time was right, they came to harvest the shops occupied by the Sacred Fire Sect. You think it's our fault, but you don't think the root cause is that the emperor let it go. Want to sit back and reap the rewards."

Having said that, his voice was a little choked up.

"It's ridiculous that I've worked hard for [-] years, and this year I've been hit hard before I can see the routine."

Mo Wuya looked arrogant, full of sadness and unwillingness after failure, and asked sharply: "You think killing me is a chivalrous act? What kind of chivalry are you doing, and what kind of righteousness are you fighting for? How dare you take the sword from my neck? Move away and aim at the person who should be killed? You are just a running dog who helps the evildoers!"

Su Lang seemed to understand a little bit. He walked to the carriage, drew his sword and cut off the noose, untied the horse, and turned on his back.

"You don't even want to leave!" Mo Wuya chased up, feeling extremely sad, "I have nothing now, my family business is empty, my wife and children are dead, and I will die soon, so what is there to be afraid of? If you kill Tingfeng, you will Give me your life!"

The author has something to say: Guess who told the truth in this book.