Palace Master's Road to Unification

In the courtyard, a familiar figure fell in a pool of blood. A sharp knife that took her life was stuck in her chest. The scene in front of her eyes overlapped with the scene when Master left that day. Han Zhi froze, her body stiffened After waiting for a while, he moved slowly and walked over, carefully holding Feng Ming in his arms.

Han Zhi's lips trembled, and she cried out in pain: "Uncle Master!" The short two words were heart-piercing.

The disciples were also shocked: "Master Fengming!"

"How...how could this be..."

In this sudden scene, everyone was in a mess for a while, which they never expected.

Just when Han Zhi was distraught, the person in her arms suddenly moved, Han Zhi froze, her face changed slightly, and then she calmed down again: "Master, are you alright?"

Feng Ming slowly opened his eyes: "Zhi'er..."

"Uncle, hold on." Turning around, he shouted at the disciples who hadn't reacted, "Hurry up and invite Elder Fengli to come over!"

As if waking up from a dream, the disciples hurriedly sent someone to look for Elder Fengli.

Seeing that Feng Ming was still alive, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, but they still couldn't let go of their hanging hearts. They walked in to check on Feng Ming's injuries, and saw that the life-threatening blade had completely sunk into his chest, and blood flowed all over the place. At this time, even if Elder Fengli came over...

Everyone didn't dare to think about it.

"Look at this dagger... this dagger seems to be..."

Hearing this, the disciples turned their attention to the sharp blade, and their faces turned paler than the other in an instant. Each of them had seen this dagger before, and said in a hoarse voice: "This is... this is Senior Sister Meier's... "

"Could it be...could it be..."

"No... no... no, it's not Meier." Feng Ming's face was pale, and he took his last breath with difficulty, defending Ji Meier.

Han Zhi hugged Feng Ming tightly, with tears in her eyes: "Master, it's already this time, do you still want to excuse her?"

"Zhi'er, why don't you trust Master Uncle?"

"It's not that I don't believe her, it's that my uncle tells me how to believe her now?"

Ji Meier often carried this dagger with her, she had seen it several times, and many of her disciples had seen it, the evidence was conclusive, even if the uncle wanted to excuse Ji Meier at this moment.

Feng Ming's breath is getting weaker and weaker, and his speech is also intermittent: "Zhi'er, uncle hopes...you and Meier are...okay, don't... don't continue, senior sister...she doesn't want to see You do."

Han Zhi's hand holding Feng Ming tightened a bit, and every time her master Feng Du was mentioned, she would be involuntarily angry, and this anger was like a huge wave that annihilated her rationality, leaving only endless resentment behind.

"Uncle, some things are not as simple as you think."

She doesn't want to listen to Fengming's persuasion anymore, she has heard enough of these words, and now she only needs to do one thing, that is to regain the Qingnvzong at all costs.

He roared angrily, "What about people! Why haven't you come back yet!"

Trembling with fright from Han Zhi's cold back and tone, everyone couldn't help but take a few steps back: "...I'll go and have a look."

No one saw the strange look in Han Zhi's eyes.

Han Zhi leaned slightly, leaned close to Feng Ming's ear, and whispered: "Master Uncle, thank you for taking care of me for so many years."

Immediately afterwards, the hand that had been placed on Fengming's back accumulated all her internal strength, no one could see her movements from this angle, Han Zhi's eyes darkened, completely breaking Fengming's pulse.

Feng Ming spit out blood in an instant, and the blood sprayed on the opponent's face, Han Zhi didn't avoid it, and looked directly at this uncle who had been caring for her since childhood, although there was pain in her eyes, it was covered by desire, No one could pull it back, but Feng Ming couldn't believe it at all, and looked at the other party in a daze, suddenly she seemed to understand something, but she didn't have time to say anything.

"Zhi'er... Don't make any more mistakes..."

Feng Ming's voice became smaller and smaller, and finally he closed his eyes.

"Uncle, I will avenge you."

Han Zhi put down Feng Ming's body expressionlessly and stood up.

Tian Ran mournfully said: "Senior Sister, my condolences..."

The disciples panicked and said anxiously: "Why is Elder Fengli still not coming over!"

Han Zhi's face was neither sad nor happy: "There's no need to look for it, the uncle has already gone."

At this moment, even if Feng Li came over, he couldn't save Feng Ming.

What is before everyone's eyes is the fact that Feng Ming is dead, and the deadly weapon on Feng Ming's body, everything is a dead end, Ji Meier can't argue with it.

"Do you know this dagger?"

"Yes, this dagger belongs to Senior Sister Meier..."

"Are you sure you read it right?"

"Senior Sister Mei'er used to carry this dagger around for fun. I don't know why she hasn't seen it since the death of the suzerain, but today..."

Everyone felt quite uncomfortable, even though they didn't want to believe it, but this dagger clearly told them who the murderer was.

"It's just a dagger, and I didn't see Ji Meier do it with my own eyes. What do you mean by that!"

"Now that things are going on, do you still want to make excuses for Ji Meier!"

Tian Ran hesitated and said, "But... it is possible if someone stole Senior Sister Meier's dagger and harmed Senior Uncle."

"Okay, it's already this time, you two are still talking for Ji Meier, don't you feel sad about the death of your uncle at all?!"

"Of course we are mourning the death of Uncle Fengming, but if someone wants to take this opportunity to make the Qingnvzong fall apart, it will be another matter for her to reap the power of a fisherman!"

After being enraged by Han Zhi, Ji Meier went straight to the Fengdu Cemetery. On the way, she suddenly remembered that Han Zhi was still in the Qingnvzong.

Han Zhi was no longer in Master's alchemy room, and Ji Meier knew that the other party must have moved Master Fengming's mind, so she turned around and walked to the gate of the courtyard, when she suddenly heard noises inside.

Ji Meier walked in: "What are you guys doing here?"

As soon as her voice came out, everyone shook their heads, and immediately backed away to the two sides. The figures in front of them dispersed. Only then did Ji Meier see the scene behind them, and she was shocked back a few steps, almost unable to stand still, and her face became pale. Pale.

"Uncle!" Ji Meier let out a pain, and then saw Han Zhi standing beside Feng Ming, "You——!"

Ji Meier clenched her hands tightly, full of grief and anger with nowhere to vent, her steps were as heavy as a thousand catties, all the expectations in her heart were shattered at this moment, she thought that no matter how stubborn Han Zhi was, she would not attack her uncle, But she was wrong.

Ji Meier shook her head, and laughed self-deprecatingly: "I should have known earlier, you can do even Master, so what is Master Uncle, heh."

Han Zhi's eyes were cold: "Junior Sister, you let me down so much."

"What do you mean?"

Han Zhi looked at Feng Ming's corpse: "You should know this weapon that seriously injured my uncle."

Hearing this, Ji Meier lowered her head to look at the sharp weapon that pierced Feng Ming's body, and her expression froze instantly.

"Junior sister, do you see this sharp weapon that killed my uncle familiar?"

This dagger was indeed very familiar to her, Ji Meier looked at the disciples who were staring at her with complicated and unfamiliar eyes, as if she had already determined that she was the murderer, she couldn't help but smiled wryly: "Senior sister is really well prepared. "

It seems that she is doomed today.

"Junior sister, do you have anything else to say?"

"Senior Sister, what do you think I can say? Said that this dagger pierced two people's bodies?"

In the eyes of everyone, this sentence is tantamount to admitting all crimes.

But Han Zhi turned pale, sure enough, Ji Meier knew everything!

"It really is you, Ji Meier, master and uncle treat you well, why did you do this?"

"Senior Sister Meier, you really killed the suzerain and Uncle Fengming...?"

Ji Meier's eyes were cold: "I just said that this dagger killed two people, I didn't say it was mine."

"You used to carry this dagger every day, and my seniors and sisters have seen it before. You still want to deny it!"

"Who said there was only one dagger?"

"Senior Sister Meier means that this dagger belongs to someone else?"

A disciple asked, "Then, senior sister, where is your dagger?"

Ji Meier said lightly: "Throw it away."

Of course, everyone didn't believe Ji Meier's words, so they sneered: "Ji Meier, you'd better find a better excuse next time."

To prevent everyone from knowing too much, Han Zhi interjected: "Junior Sister, that day I clearly saw that Master died of trauma, why did you claim to everyone that he was insane?"

"Yes, Senior Sister Meier, is what Senior Sister said true?"

Ji Meier lowered her head and smiled, her eyes were complicated: "I didn't know that my senior sister was so eloquent before. I really admired my senior sister. Why did I say that, senior sister, don't you know?"

When things got to such a point, no amount of excuses would be futile. Ji Meier's attitude at this time was rather broken, and she no longer cared about her words.

This dagger was originally a pair. Ji Meier found it in a market at the foot of the mountain. The two daggers were exactly the same from the blade to the pattern. One of them was given to Han Zhi as a congratulatory gift on Han Zhi’s birthday, but she had hardly seen Han Zhi take it out and use it. The only time she saw Han Zhi using this dagger before was when her master Feng Du in the alchemy room.

She saw with her own eyes that Han Zhi stabbed into the back of their master Feng Du's heart with the dagger she gave her, and her heart died along with Feng Du's fallen figure.

This was the last thing she wanted to recall, and it was also the deepest pain she buried in her heart.

She used to carry that dagger with her all the time, and played with it in front of many disciples. When she was young, she was very happy to use the same weapon as Senior Sister, and she couldn't help showing it off in front of her disciples, although Han Zhi never took it out. I have used it before, but I am always happy in my heart, but now it has become the evidence that she killed the uncle.

After the master died, she buried the dagger in front of the master's grave.

And the dagger that appeared now and took the life of Uncle Fengming could only belong to one person.

The author has something to say:

As soon as I touched the letters on the keyboard, I asked who I was chatting with, whether it was a boy or a girl. I was thinking too much. God knows that the boy I talked to the most in the list was the party secretary of my team...the conversation was all about business.