After being pulled up by the master

No one returns in the night.

Xue Wendi leaned on the railing, looking at the new moon in the sky, feeling inexplicably melancholy.

Wen Ke came out of the room and said softly: "Fu Ji has no major problems, but his internal energy was consumed too much, and he fainted for a while. Master Xue Gu guarded him, let me come out and tell you, lest you worry."

"Thanks for your hard work." Xue Wendi responded, feeling undiminished, and asked, "Yuzhi, do you think our plan will be discovered?"

Wen Ke thought about it: "I can't guarantee it."

Xue Wendi choked for a moment: "You have to be careful, Yuzhi, that is your senior sister Gu's most precious apprentice. If there is something wrong with him, your senior sister Gu will have to dress you into a skewer and hang you in front of your senior senior brother's grave."

Wen Ke burst out laughing: "I'm not worried at all."

Xue Wendi also couldn't help laughing: "You don't dare to promise, and you don't worry about it, what do you want?"

"I can only guarantee that my skills will never be seen through, but as for the success of the plan, that depends on Xiaonian."

"Are you so confident? Is it true that no one will see through?"

Wen Ke frowned: "Of course, my puppet art is created by referring to ancient books and improving it. It will not be used until the critical moment. Except for me, there should be no one—"

He paused suddenly: "Wait, there is someone who may have met."

Xue Wendi froze for a moment: "Who?"

"Su Lianjian."

Last night, Su Lianjian was in charge of collecting Wen Ke's body at the Sibian Hall.

He first went to fetch a bucket of clean water, found a few long towels, and moistened them all, then turned the man who had lost his breath on the ground, face up.

Su Lianjian didn't show much expression, but carefully wiped off the blood on the other person's face, followed by the side of the ear and neck, where the cut was extremely deep, and blood was still bubbling.He cut some cloth from people's clothes, tore it into strips, and wrapped it tightly several times, but it was useless. Soon, all the wrapped cloth was dyed red.

Su Lianjian paused for a while, looking at Wen Ke's blue robe, and then at himself. After a long time, he stretched out his hand to cover the bleeding wound, and softly recited the incantation.

Wen Ke once saved his life.

It was a certain day ten years ago, not long after he took over as the leader of Xiuming Mountain, the demon city attacked Linyuan.In order to show his loyalty to Sun Xuehua, he did not retreat, and was even seriously injured.At that moment, he was covered in blood on the steps of Miyin Pavilion, walking down two or three steps, all of them were dead disciples of Linyuan.He half-opened his eyes, a few frightened birds hovered in the gray sky, gunpowder smoke filled the distance, and there was the faint sound of fighting.

"Young master, I'm afraid I'm going to break here this time." Su Lianjian's chest hurts sharply, and his consciousness gradually loses consciousness. He thinks that he has devoted himself to the devil's capital, and after he dies, he wonders if he can return to his hometown. .

His eyelids became heavier, but he heard a strange voice in his ears: "Taiwan Su! Taichi Su!"

A man climbed up from the bottom of the mountain.

"President Su! Wake up! Can you hear me!"

Someone came to pat him on the face, Su Lianjian was in a state of confusion, he could only see the moon-white blue sword robe, he wanted to laugh, laughing at Linyuan disciple's stupidity, at this time, dare to climb up to save people?But he didn't have any strength left, so he could only let the other party carry him on his back, stepping over the corpses of his fellow disciples step by step, and ran down the mountain.

His kicking skills were really poor, and his body was also weak. He tripped over the dead corpses that were protruding out several times, and fell with stares in his eyes, but he got up and continued to run for his life with his back on his back.Su Lianjian exhaled heavily, he really wanted to laugh, it hurt so much to laugh.

pedantic, stupid.

Su Lianjian wanted to scold him, but the man fell again and didn't get up for a long time.Fortunately, someone finally came to meet them, and a group of young disciples raised the two of them from the ground: "Elder Wen! Chief Su!"

Wen Ke, Wen Yuzhi, is the youngest owner of the speculative hall in Linyuan history.

Su Lianjian closed his eyes tightly, and at the moment when he fell asleep, he heard a voice panting and said: "Quick! Send all the injured people to the Sibian Hall!"

Linyuan was attacked, and the enchantment was shattered, leaving only the speculative hall and the seeking knowledge school still intact.

Su Lianjian spent half a month there recovering from his injuries, eating and living with a group of old and young men, whom he knew or didn't know.In order to treat more patients, Wen Ke blew up a simple cellar outside the Sibian Hall, sealed all his books in it, demolished all the partition walls of the rooms, and transformed the study into a decoction room. Lianjian drank medicine every day when he opened his eyes, and he still had to drink medicine before closing his eyes. The medicine was so bitter that even a monster like him couldn't help frowning.

So when he got a little better, he started to drink half of the drink and poured the other half. At first, he poured it secretly. Later, he found that Wen Ke's eyesight was not good, so he poured it into a pot of spider plants raised by the other party openly.

In the end, Wen Ke increased his dose of medicine.

"Su Taishou, do you think there are so many people here that you can do whatever you want?" When Wen Ke came over with a porcelain basin as big as his face, Su Lianjian felt that something was wrong.

"I have bad eyesight, but I'm not blind."

Wen Ke almost gritted his teeth to spit out the last two words, Su Lianjian looked around and said to him: "I think this spider plant is growing very well, Elder Wen must be very careful, right?"

"Thank you for the compliment."

Wen Ke laughed inhumanely, and stuffed such a big porcelain basin into his hand, Su Lianjian swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and under the other party's strict urging, he drank the whole basin.

He swore that when he went out, he would be the first to kill this brat.

"That medicine is really bitter."

Su Lianjian wiped Wen Ke's hands, even cleaned the blood from the man's fingers, and finally changed him into new clothes.

After finishing all this, Su Lianjian picked up Wen Ke and prepared to bury him under the white plum tree in the courtyard.

This section of the road is not long, much shorter than the steps of Xiuming Mountain Terrace.Wen Ke's wound no longer bleeds, his young face is pale without any blood, and he lies quietly in the pit, lifeless.

Su Lianjian filled him with soil, thinking, why didn't he kill this kid first after he came out of the Speculation Hall?

A handful of new soil buried Wen Ke's hand.

These hands have saved many people, but they failed to save himself.

Su Lianjian was stunned for a moment, then pushed away the dirt and grabbed the opponent's right hand.

The scar is gone.

Ten years ago, when Wen Ke carried him down from Xiuming Mountain, he fell very hard, and his right hand was cut a long way.Wen Ke simply wrapped it up without much treatment, so that the scar was left later, no matter how much ointment was applied, it could not be removed.

Su Lianjian remembered that he didn't kill Wen Ke, it was only because every time he saw this scar, he would think that such a frail person should not pose any threat.

But now, it's time for trouble.

Su Lianjian buried the pit with a heavy expression, wiped Wen Ke's study clean, and then searched among a pile of ancient books.

"Some time ago, when Xiaonian left Linyuan and went to Pinghu City to participate in the Kendo Conference, Su Lianjian's condition suddenly worsened and he became bedridden. His big disciple Jing Chun came to me and said he begged me to save his master. .”

Wen Ke remembered that when he went to Xiuming Mountain that day, Su Lianjian was lying on the bed as thin as a stick, dying.A group of juniors knelt beside him and cried.Wen Ke was soft-hearted, so he took him back to the Sibian Hall, thinking that if his condition worsened, he would be able to find a spare medicine in time.

Fortunately, after Su Lianjian walked through the gate of hell, he still breathed a sigh of relief.

"Thank you Elder Wen."

He leaned on the couch and thanked him softly, Wen Ke smiled: "No thanks."

They have known each other for many years, but they are still polite and have not had much contact.

"At that time, he only said that he was bored lying on the bed, so he got out of bed and walked around, and came to my study to find some miscellaneous books to read." Wen Ke said, shrinking his neck with guilt, "My eyesight is not good, Su Lianjian I didn’t see which book I took, but the position where he was standing at that time happened to be the place where I put the only copy that recorded the puppet art.”

Wen Ke suddenly clasped his hands together: "I sincerely pray that Su Lianjian has never seen that book."

"Oh, I hope." Xue Wendi looked at the sky, "I also prayed devoutly when I went down to Xue Xiaolou, hoping that Zhong Youqi would still be the one I know."

Scheming and murderous.

In fact, when Su Lianjian entered his study, he did not go there for the puppet technique, but to find out if there was a way to undo the seal of Mingshu Pavilion.

But it was such a coincidence that Su Lianjian really saw the puppet art, and also told Zhong Youqi last night.

"You mean Wen Ke didn't die, he just faked his death and escaped?"

Zhong Youqi just came out of the secret room, and he was in a good mood. Hearing the news, he also chuckled, "It seems that I didn't miss it, he is indeed capable, no wonder that girl Li Xian wanted to lure Xue Wendi to the Sibian Hall, and yelled I want him to feel my pulse."

"The identity of the young master must have been exposed."

Su Lianjian looked worried, "What should I do now?"

"What's the matter?" Zhong Youqi smiled, "Of course I went there for what I should do. Even if Xue Wendi knew my identity, so what? As long as Sun Yi is still in my hands, he won't dare to act rashly."

Zhong Youqi pursed his lips and sighed: "After all, Xiaolou is a soft-hearted person."

Su Lianjian reminded in a low voice: "But Xue Si is very difficult to deal with."

"Leave it to me if it's difficult to deal with." Zhong Youqi smiled, as if he had seen through what he was doing, "I won't bother Mr. Su."

"Yes." The other party nodded.

Zhong Youqi sighed: "Wen Ke's puppet technique is so fake that it deceived me. It's good, it's good. You can send that puppet's head to Sun Yi."

He deliberately lowered his voice: "Scare him well, maybe one day he will collapse, and he will be crying and begging me to let him go."

Zhong Youqi smiled, his light-colored pupils were cold and vicious.

"Speaking of which, it's time for me to give Xiaolou a meeting gift, lest he forget me."

The night was dark, and just tonight, Zhong Youqi beheaded another puppet.

"Send it to Sun Yi."

He ordered and sat down on the rock under the maple tree in a blink of an eye.

It wasn't Su Lianjian who made the move today, but someone else.

He propped his chin up and watched his subordinates handle the puppet with great interest. A figure flashed past and knelt down to him: "Young master."

"That little girl named Li Xian, what happened recently?"

"No, she hasn't moved abnormally in the past two days, and she has never had contact with Xue Si and the others."

The subordinate reported to him in a stern manner, and Zhong Youqi said casually: "The little girl is also considered smart, and knows that she can't show off at this time. Did she find you?"

"Li Xian's cultivation level is not high. Although she is alert, she cannot tell whether someone is following her."

"That's good." Zhong Youqi moved his fingers slightly, "Xue Wendi knew my identity two days ago, he didn't make it clear, he was just looking for an opportunity. He must hope that I will put eyeliner by his side, so Get Sun Yize's whereabouts from you idiots."

He paused: "Since that's the case, you can go and leave Lian Song alone to continue monitoring Li Xian."

"Yes, my subordinates obey."

Zhong Youqi suddenly smiled: "Hey, by the way, if they extract a confession by torture, will you tell the whole story?"

"The subordinates are loyal to the devil city, and will never do anything to betray the devil city and the young master."

"Okay." Zhong Youqi raised his hand, and a small pill appeared in his palm, "Eat it, and forget about Li Xian and Su Lianjian."

"Yes."

The wind blew up again, the bamboo sea was surging, Zhong Youqi sat quietly on the rock, not moving.

Su Lianjian received Fu Ji's head from his subordinates, and when he heard that the young master was going to throw this thing into the secret room again, he couldn't help but shook his head: "You know it's fake, but you still go your own way. It really makes the most of everything.”

"Taiwan Su, the young master's thoughts are hard to guess, but he said yes, we as subordinates, we should follow suit." The visitor covered his face and couldn't see his face clearly, but his voice was calm and powerful, "Taiwan Su, But you must not get this soft-hearted problem, otherwise your ten years of hard work in Linyuan will be in vain."

Su Lianjian stared at him for a while, then smiled: "You are joking, I am loyal to the Demon Capital and to the young master, and the sun and the moon can learn from each other."

"That's fine."

Someone patted him on the shoulder, came over quickly, and said in a low voice, "Next time, you can't do unnecessary things, although this time thanks to your timely discovery and seeing through Wen Ke's puppetry, the young master is really displeased. Be careful in everything, Chief Su."

"Yes, I would like to follow the teachings of the seniors." Su Lianjian nodded slightly, watching the other party go away.

Upstairs in Linyuan East, Xue Wendi didn't know how to comfort Wen Ke, so he stood there in a daze.

The crescent moon is like a hook, failing to illuminate this unknown road ahead.

However, "Fu Ji" came back.

"Big Brother, Elder Wen, why are you standing outside the house?"

The visitor looked innocent and imitated it perfectly.

Xue Wendi smiled: "Hello."

He was locked in the prepared enchantment on the spot.

"Let me ask you, where is my junior brother?"

With Xue Wendi and Hengyan in his hand, the sword edge was at the opponent's throat, and the man smiled: "Of course he is dead. His head should accompany Sun Yize now, reminiscing about the old days in the secret room!"

"Oh?" Xue Wendi pointed his sword down, and suddenly retracted his sword into its sheath, "That's good."

"You?!" The undercover agent looked astonished, Xue Wendi gave Wen Ke a wink, and the other party understood, brought out a pot of concoction from nowhere, quickly pried open the eyeliner's mouth, and gulped it down for him A large pot of black concoction.

"vomit--"

The other party wanted to vomit, but was kicked by Xue Wendi, swallowed it alive, and almost choked to death.

"What the hell are you going to do!"

The man was dying, and Wen Ke smiled slightly: "This is the potion to dissolve your inner alchemy. After removing the devilish energy on your body, I will hand it over to the master."

After saying that, he went out with his basin in his arms.

Xue Wendi was also about to leave, and Xue Si, who had watched the whole process, suddenly said, "I still have something to ask."

"Master, this place is dirty."

"nothing."

Xue Wendi pursed his lips: "Okay, then I'll watch over you outside, call me if you need anything."

"Ah."

He stood calmly, and after a while, Xue Wendi opened the door again, revealing half of his head: "Master, you must call me if you need anything."

Xue Si glanced at him, and the other party shrank back and closed the door.

The undercover agent was kicked by Xue Wendi so much that he almost saw Hades. His eyes were scarlet at the moment, and he was dressed in white with a cold appearance, and he didn't even have the slightest regret: "What else do you have?"

"I have no means, but I have something to ask you."

"Heh." The man was disdainful, and even whistled at Xue Si frivolously, "Okay, come on, I'll be blessed if a beauty like you asks questions."

Xue Si lowered his eyes, ignoring his provocation: "Your master, are you good at using a scimitar?"

"Hehe." The other party laughed, as if he had heard a big joke, "Our young master is naturally proficient in everything."

"Young Master?" Xue Si sighed slightly, "So that's how it is."

"What? Are you interested in making friends? Then you have to—"

Xue Si raised his right hand.

The room was silent.

Xue Wendi and Wen Ke were waiting outside the door, each with their own concerns.

One was afraid that the person would say foul language and dirty the ears of his dear and dear Master, and the other was worried about where he should be buried if he died.

Worried and worried, the two started pacing at the same time, almost bumping into each other.Looking at each other, seeing each other's sad faces, they couldn't help but want to laugh, and continued to wander.

"Squeak—" the door slammed softly.

"Master!"

"Valley Master Xue!"

Xue Si only glanced at Xue Wendi, and comforted him: "I'm fine."

"That's fine, that's fine."

Xue Wendi wanted to hug him, but remembering that Wen Ke was still there, he just leaned against him.

"At the deer competition, it's time for a heavy snowfall." Xue Si said calmly, reached out and touched Xue Wendi's earlobe, and pressed lightly with his fingertips, leaving a semicircular light red mark.

Xue Wendi counted: "There is no snow these days."

"I said it should be done, and it must be done."

Killing people in the snow is invisible.

Inside the room, the eyeliner lay quietly on the ground, without any heaving of his chest.

Zhong Youqi also seemed to have a premonition of his death, pressed his finger on the bowstring, hooked it hard, and then let go, the bowstring made a dull sound.

He smiled, and handed the bowstring and quiver to the kneeling man on the ground: "Go to Lian Song's side and tell him that I only give him one Burning Soul Arrow, and if he misses it, he will pay with his life. "

"Yes."

The other party took the bow and arrow and disappeared into the house in an instant.

In the evening, it snowed heavily in Linyuan.

Snowflakes are flying all over the sky, on the eaves of Danqing, among the red stamens and white plums, in the clear stream of the mountain stream, and deep in the courtyard wall.

There is no wind and no cold tonight.

The teenagers ran in the snow, the lights were like stars, and there were lively laughter from time to time.

Standing outside Zhiyang Hall, Sun Zhonglang looked up at the heavy snow, stretched out his hand silently, caught a snowflake, and it melted into the palm without a trace.

Looking around, he saw that a thin layer of snow had already accumulated on the ground, and it would be a vast expanse of white tomorrow.

"Guzhu Xue, if you go against the sky, you will be struck by lightning."

Zhong Youqi drank a few cups, but he was very happy. The snowflakes that fell into his cups inexplicably bloomed a little eye-catching red.

In the dark and secret room, Sun Yi held the head of "Fu Ji" sadly.

He has no more tears to shed, and what falls again is destined to be blood.

However, he had to live.

Sun Yi was heartbroken, trying to wipe "Fu Ji"'s face clean with bloody hands.

A "firefly" hidden in his hair got caught in his hand.

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I choked up for a while, as long as I write a plot that requires brains, I will fall into a deadlock...