Jianling

In the silence of the room, Shi Lian slowly turned the bead in her hand and said calmly: "Amitabha."

He turned and left the room, waved away the inn boy who had heard the sound.

While the room was in a mess, Feng Lin had already pulled out her sword, a drop of bright blood was still hanging on the tip of Changli's sword, and the sword in Feng Jue's hand was still resting on the opponent's chest, Feng Henwan subconsciously wanted to block Chong Xuan, but Shen Zhongxuan is no longer the child of the past, now he is tall and tall, similar to Meng Xing, Feng Henwan raised his sleeves and stopped moving.

Shen Zhongxuan broke the silence and said in a low voice: "... Mr. Zhanchun."

The man he called "Zhan Chun Jun" let out a muffled laugh, and with this laugh, a big mouthful of blood spewed out. He slowly raised his face and stood firmly between Feng Jue and Feng Lin.

Yan Huansheng struggled to open his eyes, he saw Feng Jue's astonished expression out of the corner of his eye, and then he tried his best to turn his head, but he could only catch a glimpse of the faint blood on Feng Lin's hanging sword.

He parted his lips, let out a few happy smiles again, then lowered his head, his voice was as soft as a mosquito: "...My lord."

Feng Lin trembled uncontrollably, subconsciously stretched out her hand, but only had time to catch the breeze blowing from the hem of Yan Huansheng's clothes.

Yan Huansheng closed his eyes as if mocking himself, and said in a hoarse voice: "——The subordinate is late. Please punish me."

Shen Zhongxuan turned his face away, unable to bear to look at it any longer, Feng Henwan also silently stroked the Congliu sword in his hand without saying a word.

"...Yan Huansheng?" Feng Lin trembled and stretched out her hand cautiously, trying to support his precarious body, but Yan Huansheng didn't respond anymore, like a lifeless sculpture, straight Falling into his arms, the sticky blood soon drenched his hands, and then dripped to the ground one after another, twisting into a strange and desperate picture.

Feng Lin hugged him with all her strength, and shouted like crazy: "Shi Lian! Shi Lian! Come here, Shi Lian—!"

Shi Lian silently appeared at the door, breaking his last hope: "I can't keep it anymore."

"What can't you keep? Shi Lian, Shi Lian, save him!" Feng Lin's face was full of tears, and she no longer cared about the so-called decent scenery. He was not far or close to him, and he couldn't touch a corner of his clothes with all his strength. Feng Lin's eyes were reddened in despair, and she screamed frantically, "Shi Lian——! Save him!! I beg you, I'll give you whatever you want! Shi Lian, Shi Lian!!"

Shi Lian shook her head, bowed to him, and recited a short series of mantras: "Feng Shaoxia, my condolences."

Shen Zhongxuan's hand holding the hem of his clothes tightened suddenly, and his eyes fell on the lifeless Yan Huansheng.

He knew Yan Huansheng's identity, so he could better understand Feng Lin's despair.

But because the other party was Feng Lin, and the deceased was Yan Huansheng, while he was mourning, he couldn't help showing a bit of frankness that good and evil are rewarded.

Shen Zhongxuan lowered his head silently, a suffocating grief enveloped everyone, and everyone was defeated miserably in this fight.

— There is no winner.

However, Feng Jue suddenly realized that it was inappropriate. The originally stunned face suddenly showed a bit of struggling pain. She raised her head suddenly, her red eyes seemed to be dripping with blood, and the hand holding the sword trembled even more.

"...He, yes, ah, Lang?"

Feng Lin, who was originally hoarse, suddenly lost her voice, but her lowered head and empty eyes admitted everything in disguise.

Feng Jue felt that all his muscles and bones had been pulled out of his body, and his heart felt ashamed for a moment.

She looked at Yan Huansheng's still face, that mediocre face did not show the appearance of Ah Lang in her memory at all.

Feng Lang should be the most gentle young man in the world, wearing a fiery red dress, but his smile is cleaner than the snow on the plum branches and the crescent moon on the empty mountain.

He can't hold a sword, his hands won't be stained with blood, and his eyes are always clear.

He can only worry about two things, one is why brother Lin is angry with him, and the other is whether sister A Jue prefers brother Lin.

——How could her A-Lang become like this?

How could it be like this between them? !

Still in disbelief, Feng Jue staggered towards Feng Lin, and tremblingly caressed Yan Huansheng's pale and cold face.

"A-Lang?" Feng Jue almost fainted, she could only pat his face in vain, crying, "Sister is wrong, sister is wrong...don't scare sister, A-Lang... ..”

Feng Lin closed her eyes, and lay on Yan Huansheng's neck in unbearable pain.

It is rare for him to cry, but the tears at this time drenched Yan Huansheng's hair.

Feng Jue looked at Yan Huansheng's face, dazed for a while, then suddenly stumbled to his feet, murmuring indistinctly: "Xiaoqi, do you think I'm wrong too?"

"...Sister?" Feng Lin gasped for breath, and quickly raised her face, only to see Feng Jue picking up the sword she had thrown on the ground just now, her eyes were as red as dripping blood: "I was wrong, everyone It was my fault... it was all ruined."

Feng Lin couldn't hold back her emotions any longer, and immediately rushed forward, trying to snatch the sword from Feng Jue's hand, but Feng Jue was on guard, stepped back half a step and dodged the blow, and immediately slashed the sword across his neck, sharp The blade of his sword was tightly attached to the side of her neck, almost drawing a bloodstain.

Feng Lin's face was like gold paper, and she exclaimed, "Sister, don't!"

Shen Zhongxuan's face changed slightly, and he was about to go forward, but was blocked by Feng Henwan, who sighed softly, "Yuan Yuan, let her go."

What kind of woman is Feng Jue?

She is kind, has practiced martial arts for more than ten years, and has never killed anyone with her own hands.

She was weak, and when Feng Lin and Feng Lang were all myths, she didn't think about making progress, she was so weak that she was just like an ordinary girl in a boudoir.

But she is stoic and independent, she can endure years of indifference for her younger brother, she can run around for her sweetheart, and even think of the absurd choice of escaping marriage.

The Feng family has never produced anyone without ambition, her ambition is like the stars in the night, the most brilliant star map composed of younger brothers, best friends, and beloved ones, silently maintaining her solitary, desperate life.

All her life, she tried her best to regard sin as kindness, enduring, stepping back and yielding step by step.

Feng Jue closed his eyes, and stopped looking at Feng Lin's begging eyes.

Feng Lin burst into tears, and begged bitterly: "Sister, don't leave me alone...Sister, please, I was wrong, I dare not..."

"...Feng Lin," she shed tears, but her hand holding the sword strengthened, "You have never repented."

Feng Lin murmured: "No, no, I really change it, sister..."

There was still Yan Huansheng's blood on Feng Jue's sword, and at this moment, amidst the splendor of the ground, it was hard to tell which cluster of fireworks was more fleeting.

She tilted her head and slashed her sword, and her youthful beauty lasted for a moment.

All the torments and sufferings that could not be loved and wished for, have gone away with this moment of tragedy.

Shi Lian pinched the holding bead and sighed deeply.

All the crimes were annihilated at this moment, both Feng Lang and Feng Jue forgave all their crimes with their remaining lives.

Feng Lin stared blankly at everything in front of her. The peace he had worked so hard to whitewash for many years collapsed at this moment.

He was like a deserter who never left behind, and suffered all the evil retribution when the whole army was wiped out.

Whether it's divine punishment or retribution, he has indeed lost to the point where there is nothing left.

Shi Lian stepped forward suddenly, and decisively landed on Feng Lin's sleeping hole.Facing Shen Zhongxuan's astonished gaze, Shi Lian lowered her eyelashes and said bluntly, "Your Highness wants to see you."

Feng Henwan took a half step forward vigilantly: "Your Highness? If I remember correctly, you should directly obey the emperor's orders."

Shi Lian said calmly: "This is the little monk's choice. Before executing Shen Shaoxia, I will fulfill the wish of Her Highness the Princess."

"Execution?" Feng Henwan sneered coldly, "Only by you?"

Zhong Xuan frowned hesitantly, and asked, "Why did you help me?"

Shi Lian was silent for a moment, then shook her head and said, "You can't save Drunken Sword, and this little monk won't fight Lihuayan for you." While talking, he glanced at the sleeping Feng Lin, and said, "Amitabha, if If Shen Shaoxia is interested, please swallow this Gu."

In the palm of his open hand lay a black pill, Shen Zhongxuan instinctively frowned after just one glance: "Why did I promise you?"

Shi Lian looked calm and said calmly: "Even if the little monk said that you can't rescue the drunken sword, you will still try. So, you will cherish this opportunity - and the little monk only needs you to take this Gu and meet the princess On the one hand, this is already a pleasant surprise for you."

"Don't pay attention to him." Feng Henwan pulled Zhong Xuan away in disgust, "I can still take you in."

Shi Lian's expression did not change: "The little monk will lead you in openly, no one will doubt your identity, unless His Majesty gives orders, or if you are discovered by the little monk trying to take away the drunken sword, the little monk and the guards will not do anything to you. "

Shen Zhongxuan asked: "Did your highness ask me to eat this Gu?"

"No, this is to prevent you from making mistakes." Shi Lian said calmly and calmly, "His Royal Highness will not want you to take this Gu, but as long as you can do what the little monk said, the Gu will not attack early. When it's time to attack, the little monk will prepare the antidote on time."

"My little monk understands your anxiety, but from my point of view, your life is not long."

Shen Zhongxuan was slightly startled, subconsciously raised his eyes to look at Shi Lian, but saw Shi Lian's brows were calm, as if he couldn't see Feng Henwan who was about to attack, and said indifferently: "After this catastrophe, Lihua Inkstone will definitely blame you. My little monk will help you The little time I bought is enough for you to meet with His Highness."

"If you have good agility, you can still get rid of the little monk and go to see the drunken sword."

Shi Lian's expression was calm as usual, as if he had counted his choice, and asked: "I have three last sentences left, please make a decision."

"One, this Gu is used internally by Futu. Sword Master Bai, Lihua Yan, and Lord Zhanchun are all sent by this Gu."

"Second, this Gu will attack every full moon night, only Futu knows the way to alleviate it, and Shilian in the past knows the way to activate it in advance."

"Three, Lingtang Blood Guanyin, and your defeated general Han Shuisha, can be understood as dying from this Gu."

Shi Lian handed him her palm and repeated: "Please."