I want it all

Shen Feiyun was very patient, even if he waited here for three days and three nights, he would never be exposed, but rather than waiting for consumption, he would rather attract people to the bait.

From the underground passage, he carefully passed through the cracks in the wall and flew to the roof.

In just two days, Mo Wuya didn't have time to explain all the mechanisms, he only talked about how the corridors of the house changed. As for the layout of the wall joints and the roof, he could only comprehend it by himself.

The gap in the roof was very narrow, Shen Feiyun could only kneel and wait for the opportunity to move.

In the dark, he looked at each mechanism with difficulty, and then selected a handle with a long rope. He thought that since there was a long rope, it should be used to manipulate objects in the distance. I also took a gamble, so I concentrated my internal strength and pulled it hard.

It only needs to be turned once, and it is easy to hear the sound when it is tilted down.

"You win!"

Shen Feiyun didn't dare to move the iron plate at will, afraid that the old man Hushui would find his whereabouts when he peeked, so naturally he couldn't determine the situation in the corridor, and he didn't know why the old man gave up.

Shen Feiyun once fought with Mo Wuya, and after the other party activated the mechanism, the wall was covered with arrowheads, and the long arrows were about to go off, so he was willing to bow his head.

Could it be that the mechanism he pulled just now was the arrow cluster?

It's just that he was deep in his thoughts, even if he heard the old man Hushui admit defeat, he couldn't easily trust him. Although he felt that he might activate the arrow cluster, his first reaction was that the other party was trying to trick him into showing up.

Is it really necessary to turn the mechanism completely and let the old man of Hushui die here?

Shen Feiyun couldn't help frowning, before he could figure it out, his heart was suddenly blessed, he rolled on the spot and fell into the crack of the wall.

Then, there was a loud "bang", and the palm of the old man Hushui fell hard on his original position.

"Good boy, I was hidden by you!"

The old man Hushui was very surprised and couldn't help admiring.

While Shen Feiyun was talking with Yan Si, he passed the red flag and entered the restaurant through the back door. After a few hours, he had already figured out the structure of half of the room.

As soon as he saw the arrowhead appearing on the wall, he knew Shen Feiyun's position, so he conceded defeat to make Shen Feiyun relax, and then sneaked into the roof.

Shen Feiyun didn't dare to breathe, for fear of revealing his whereabouts.

The refined iron here is very special. If the people hiding behind the iron mask make a sound, it can block most of it, but it can clearly transmit the voices of the people in the corridor.

Now the old man Hushui is standing behind the fine iron, he stands in the crack of the wall, so he has no voice advantage, plus he is best at light kungfu and melee combat, his movements are as fast as the wind, but he doesn't know the kungfu of living dead and turtle's breath. As long as you make a little noise, you will be discovered by the old man of Hushui.

He stood in the aisle for a while, and came back to his senses, it wasn't that he couldn't beat Old Man Hushui, it was just that the opponent was good at hidden weapons, so he was restrained.

And he also has something good at it, so he didn't bother to bother, cut the palm directly with the fan, and used the pure yang technique to stimulate the blood in the palm.

"Hey, I found you kid, don't try to escape this time!"

While speaking, the old man Hushui crawled towards Shen Feiyun, ready to jump into the crack of the wall and capture Shen Feiyun to win the treasure for him.

"What's the smell?" He climbed halfway, and there was a burst of sweet aroma in the air, so he didn't dare to go forward, and stepped back.

Shen Feiyun let out a long sigh, and said extremely sorry: "This is my blood energy, which contains thousands of poisons, I'm afraid I can't detoxify them one by one for you. It's a pity that you have already smelled it, I'm afraid my life will be lost."

His apology was very pure, he really didn't want anyone to die because of him.

But his determination to strike is also so pure and firm, and he will not waver even if he regrets later.

"You are still the No.1 who died by my hands," Shen Feiyun sighed, "I am a person who is not willing to kill even a rabbit, let alone a human. If people do not offend me, I will not offend others. Since you want to destroy me Muscles and bones, I have no choice but to tell you not to move again, this is the easiest way, I hope you understand."

It's ridiculous to say this, poisoning people, and asking people to forgive him.

So when he finished speaking, he couldn't help laughing out loud, and with a smile, the previous deep apology disappeared without a trace.

Poisoning someone to death made him feel better than cutting the other person's throat with a fan himself, so the unhappiness of killing didn't last long.

Shen Feiyun was too lazy to talk to the old man of Hushui, and he was even more unwilling to see the other party in such a miserable state, he fell directly into the ground from the crack in the wall, then opened the iron plate and jumped on it.

At the same time, the old man Hushui also fell from the top, clutching his chest, and kept rolling in the aisle.

"I was wrong... I shouldn't have made a cruel move, preparing to cripple you... You must be lying to me, there must be an antidote... Please, spare my life, I will never dare again..."

Because of the severe pain, this simple sentence was spoken intermittently, out of breath, and it sounded miserable.

Shen Feiyun stayed far away, spread his hands, and said sincerely:

"There is really no cure. Since I was a child, I can't count all the poisons I have eaten and soaked. In addition, the medicine and the poison are mutually restrained. Even if I sort them out one by one, I can't make an antidote. You If the pain is unbearable, I can touch the big acupuncture points all over your body, and then cut off your neck, so that you can walk in peace."

"Shen Feiyun!" The old man Hushui shouted loudly, and the veins on his forehead burst out.

"It's useless to call me. I have no grievances or enmity with you, but I advise you not to disturb Hanniang's peaceful life, and tell you to live a good life, don't covet ill-gotten gains, but you want to break my bones, it's really hateful. If I let you live, I'm afraid I won't be at peace in the future, and Hanniang and Xiangnv are also afraid that they will live in fear."

Shen Feiyun looked at Old Man Hu Shui coldly, and after saying this, he turned around and left, letting the other party fend for itself.

"Shen Feiyun!" The old man Hushui called to him anxiously, "I know Xu Qingyun and Shi Liping's plan, you... If you undo my poison, I will..."

"But I don't want to know." Shen Feiyun turned his head and said indifferently, "Or to put it another way, I can always find the answer myself. This is not a difficult puzzle, so why do you need to tell me?"

"Xu Qingyun is not your master's real name..." The old man Hushui burst into tears with hatred, struggling to survive while pawing at the blanket on the floor with both hands.

Shen Feiyun chuckled, and interrupted: "Her name is Murong Xue, isn't it?"

The old man Hushui's muddy eyes were wide open, the whites of his eyes were red, and his eyeballs were protruding, as if they would fall out of their sockets in a second.

He yelled in disbelief: "How... how could you..."

"She never concealed it," Shen Feiyun closed the paper fan and said as he walked, "I guessed it right away. Her residence is called 'Jianxue', and her former lover named herself 'Hanxue'. Before she left, The pen and ink left behind is 'Bie Xue', and since she is from the country of Yan, she should have a high status, and her surname is probably Murong. Judging by your reaction, I guessed it right."

Another point, he did not explain.

In Xu Qingyun's dormitory at Jianxue Villa, there is a picture of a beauty hanging in the painting. The person in the painting dimples and assists Quan, which is associated with the deep dimples on Mo Tingfeng's cheeks. The beauty in the painting is most likely Lu Chu.

And behind the painting is a line of elegant lowercase script.

——Gift to Senior Sister Snow.

Xu Qingyun often stared at the picture scroll for half a day.

Now Shen Feiyun knew why, and when he thought of the scene where Master was distracted by the scroll, he couldn't help feeling a little sad.

According to the old man Hushui, his parents were Shen Zhao's subordinates, so Mo Wuya's claim that his mother was Lu Chu was nonsense, and he was deliberately deceiving him, so it would be difficult for him to show his superb acting skills.

It's no wonder that after Mo Wuya figured out the identity of the old man of Hushui, he once said with emotion - it turned out to be him, then it was really a fate, and I can't let me figure it out.

At this moment, Mo Wuya's lie was indeed exposed.

Shen Feiyun kept thinking, kept walking, left the old man of Hushui behind, and walked out of Biexue Winery by himself.

It was already bright outside the house, and it was dawn in Mobei, and it was probably morning in Jiangnan.

Seeing the cold sunlight for the first time, he couldn't help raising his sleeves to cover his forehead, and he took a moment to get used to it before putting it down.

"What a nasty smell."

The thick smell of blood wafted from the air, causing his stomach to churn, and he barely vomited it out. Fortunately, he hadn't eaten for a day and a half, and his stomach was empty.

Shen Feiyun looked into the distance with concentration, and it really was about to end, as Yan Si said, he was not defeated.

After another half an hour, Yan Si walked slowly towards the wooden house with a corpse in his arms.

The sun became hot and fell on Yan Si's body. I don't know whether to dry his blood or force him to sweat more.

Seeing him approaching, Shen Feiyun said, "This coffin is for this elder."

Not a question, but a statement.

As far as he knows, there are five elders in the Sacred Fire Sect, Lin Yi, Hu Er, Diao San, Wu Hang, and Yan Si.

At this moment, there was no extra expression on Yan Si's face, his eyes were cloudy and lost their luster, his whole body was like a puppet on a string, a walking corpse.

Yan Si was exhausted and could no longer move Zhang Feng, so he had to lift the lid of the coffin with his own hands and put Lin Yi into the coffin.

Seeing that his movements were slow and he closed the coffin lid dully, Shen Feiyun felt heavy in his heart, and could no longer relax.

"Life has a shape of seven feet, and death is only the soil of the coffin. Grief and change." Shen Feiyun persuaded.

He only said one sentence, but couldn't continue, because he knew that the grief in Yan Si's heart could not be relieved by words, and all consolation was futile.

Why bother.

Shen Feiyun couldn't help but speculate on Yan Si's mood at the moment, wondering whether the other party would regret it, but he couldn't think of an answer after all, it was too much beyond what he had learned and felt in the past 20 years, and he couldn't think of a clue no matter what.

He thought of the old man Hushui who said to him in the corridor: "I have induced people from the Holy Fire Cult to kill each other, now is a good time to take advantage of the chaos and escape."

It turns out that the life and death and massacre of the half-clan members is just a golden opportunity for another person.

That's pathetic.

Shen Feiyun clenched his fist, then let it go again, hesitated for a moment, and finally asked: "You already knew that Lin Yi was coming to kill you?"

Yan Si sat paralyzed in the yellow sand with his back against the coffin. Hearing this, he was stunned for a long time, then slowly raised his head, and looked at Shen Feiyun suspiciously with those bloodshot and cloudy eyes.

His head was like a rusty copper Rakshasa, it was difficult to turn.

He paused every word, biting slowly and clearly, each word splashed from the depths of his throat, and finally slipped out through the gap between his teeth inadvertently.

"Not long ago I received a letter from him, in his handwriting... saying that we are going to lead our people to die, to be lackeys of the Central Plains, and traitors and traitors of the Yan Kingdom, who have come to sever ties with us today...the letter has a broken handle attached. The sacred fire dagger, so I know his purpose, it is you who die and I die..."

Shen Feiyun couldn't help thinking, whether Xu Qingyun and Mo Wuya had ever handed over such a broken holy fire dagger when they made an appointment to fight.

There was a rustling sound in the distance. It was the remaining members of the Holy Fire Cult who were digging the ground, pushing the dead clansmen into the tunnel, and then covering them with sand and burying them in the dark underground.

"You were..."

Fooled by the old man of the lake.

Shen Feiyun shut up in time, swallowed the rest of the words into his chest, then shook his head at the numb Yan Si, and said: "It's nothing... Wait for Muchun, you will return to your homeland, I will take you there."

"Okay." Yan Si bit the word hard, then lowered his head, lost his strength and slipped from the coffin, falling onto the blood-stained and blackened red silk.