Slave forever

Southern Yunnan, Holy Gate, Palace of Thousand Tribulations.

I don't know how many years ago, the windows in the Palace of Thousand Tribulations were all covered by heavy curtains, and the main hall of the Holy Gate became dark and dark all the year round, like a gorgeous and gloomy cage.

There are only dim palace lanterns, hanging above the head in rows, swaying automatically without wind, everything becomes attractive and intoxicating under the hazy light.

In the vast hall, the bottom is not visible at first glance, only the gilded seat that symbolizes the supreme power of the Holy Gate is still conspicuous, the spices in the incense burner of the beasts are still burning, and the drowsy warm incense is in the air. Disperse in the air.

However, the atmosphere is tense.

The hall was densely packed with people, most of them were wearing the costumes of the Holy Gate, and there were a few who wore strange clothes, so they were not locals at first glance.The man standing in front of everyone held a sword in his hand and pointed it at the person sitting in the gilt seat on the steps.

"Yan Qinghe, you must never have imagined that you have today."

The person sitting on the gilt seat was Yan Qinghe, the master of the Holy Gate. At this time, he was looking down at the hall expressionlessly, his expression and movements were still majestic, as if he was not facing a group of people who were plotting rebellion and preparing to destroy him. A person who kills himself.

"Shen Yu, I knew you would rebel ever since a little shadow guard was able to use 'one sword for life'."

The leading man in the hall was Shen Yu, the hall master of Shengmen Wooden Hall. He raised his head in disdain, and looked directly at the figure who had always been aloof over the years.

"I don't know what shadow guard you are talking about. However, if you knew that I would be like this, how did you get to this point?"

He glanced back triumphantly, and those silent Sahabis were obviously on his side. Since the day when the original people in the group found him, he has been planning for this moment.

Why is Yan Qinghe sitting on the seat of the master of the Holy Gate? Why is Yan Huaifeng the next person to sit on that gilded chair? Passing on to others.

The tip of the sword in his hand flicked, reflecting a ray of light that leaked in from the crack of the door, and deliberately swayed to Yan Qinghe's face, making him have to dodge a little and close his eyes.

Shen Yuzhi said proudly: "You are the one who is stupid and sent all your confidantes out to work, looking for that scoundrel who didn't know where he went. Otherwise, how could I succeed so easily today? Yan Qinghe! You are too Arrogant! I don’t know that none of my influence is left behind, and the disciples who stay in the Holy Gate have already stood by my side.”

"So?" The light was too dim, so I couldn't see the expression on Yan Qinghe's face clearly, only heard his calm and indifferent voice, without a trace of emotion, such a cold and meaningless feeling.

A woman in the crowd suddenly shouted loudly: "Call out the key and the box, and we will spare your life!"

Yan Qinghe suddenly laughed hehehe, this smile was a bit penetrating, it didn't seem like a person who had been driven to a desperate situation could make it, which made Shen Yu get goosebumps for no reason.

All of a sudden, the eyes went dark, and the wind blowing from nowhere made all the lanterns go out.

The Palace of Thousand Tribulations was plunged into darkness. Amidst the exclamation of the crowd, someone hurriedly opened the curtain, and with a bang, the bright and dazzling light that had not been seen for a long time finally came to the hall again.

And the gilded throne was empty.

Shen Yu was furious, and was about to scold, when she heard Zhao Wenhu's crisp voice, "I saw where he went, leave half of the people down to search the Holy Gate, and the rest follow me!"

In fact, Yan Qinghe didn't go anywhere, he was just beside the Lancang River.

He stood under a tree, staring at a pearl hairpin in his hand in a daze.That pearl hairpin looked old at first glance, the pearls inlaid on it had turned yellow, and the body of the hairpin had also faded.

It was a very ordinary style, and more than half of the women in the market had it in their dowry, but he looked at it so seriously, as if he was not looking at an old pearl hairpin, but the lover he was thinking of.

The sound of killing behind him soon approached. From a distance, he saw thick black smoke rising from the direction of the Holy Gate. The Holy Gate was finally destroyed, he thought.

Soon Shen Yu's gloomy voice sounded, "Yan Qinghe, give me the sect master's token!"

There was another incomparably sharp and ear-piercing female voice, shouting loudly: "Yan Qinghe! You are a demon and heretic who can be punished by everyone. You should obediently hand over the key and still have a chance of surviving!"

A large group of echoing voices immediately surrounded his ears, and Yan Qinghe didn't need to look back, knowing that their faces were full of justice and righteous indignation against evil heretics, so...sincerity, kindness, and justice.

He didn't care, he was so leisurely, as if he was planning to come to the Lancang River to see the scenery.

Yan Qinghe clenched the pearl hairpin tightly, and laughed loudly, "Shen Yu, Shen Yu, your vision is too narrow, and you only stare at that chair forever. You will not make any great achievements in this life. Those who follow you in the door will not regret it in the future. As for you knights of the Central Plains Baidao, I am sorry that I can't help you with what you want."

After finishing speaking, he turned around suddenly, and his sharp gaze swept over the people behind him one by one. The sharp gaze made everyone feel terrified, and they couldn't help but back away quietly.

An indifferent smile appeared on the corner of Yan Qinghe's mouth, he suddenly pulled out the long sword at his waist, and threw it vigorously. The sword light flashed, and before anyone could react, it had passed through Zhao Wenhu's waist and abdomen, and nailed her straight to a tree. tree!

Zhao Wenhu opened her mouth in disbelief, but only uttered a few hoarse groans. Seeing the bright red blood oozing from her abdomen, she tried her best to cast her eyes on the people who came with her, and wanted to ask them for help, but to no avail. No one dared to get her down from under the tree.

Her eyes gradually became desperate and resentful.

But everyone who was shocked heard a dull sound of water, and when they turned their heads, Yan Qinghe had plunged into the torrent of the Lancang River without hesitation.

Shen Yu took a deep breath, and wanted to reach out, but where could it be?

"He died like this?" He seemed unable to believe his eyes, and turned to look at the person he had brought, seeking approval.After seeing countless people nodding dumbfoundedly, Shen Yu suddenly laughed wildly.

"Hahahahahaha——Yan Qinghe is dead! The great and uncompromising sect master of the Holy Sect, he is dead!"

When the bad news reached Xunzan Pavilion, Yan Huaifeng had just been able to walk twice in the garden outside with the support of Chu Yue. He was seriously injured this time. It was like going to the King of Hades for a spin.

Fortunately, the medical skills of the doctors in Huitianlou of Xunzan Pavilion are absolutely top-notch in the whole Jianghu, and they are carefully guarded by Chu Yue, who serve him meticulously day and night, and he has a good foundation in martial arts, so he is better than others.

But no matter how fast, it was not faster than Zhao Wenhu and his group who set off for southern Yunnan at the same time.

In Yan Huaifeng's original plan, there would be no such accident as Chu Yue's coma and his own injury from picking medicine.In other words, in his initial plan, there was never such a character as Chu Yue.

Chu Yue was an accident, but this accident sometimes made him feel that it could dispel loneliness.

When he heard about Zhao Wenhu's plan, Yan Huaifeng's plan was to get information and help from Xunzan Pavilion first, and then rush back to southern Yunnan, so that he would definitely have time to stop Zhao Wenhu and his party before they carried out their plot.

After all, their number is not large compared to the Holy Gate, and they plan to kill people with a knife, so it will take a lot of time to set up a conspiracy.

Even though he is in the Central Plains, there is a way to inform the Holy Gate and let them take precautions.

It's just that Yan Huaifeng originally escaped from the ice prison privately. If he tried his best to inform Yan Qinghe early in the morning, whether Yan Qinghe would believe him or not, and exposed his whereabouts, he would definitely take Yan Huaifeng back first. This time, it may not be possible. It's as simple as being locked in an ice prison.

Besides...Yan Huaifeng had to admit that he might hope that Yan Qinghe would take a little hit in his heart, so that this ruthless and indifferent sect master, whether as a husband or a father, would feel some other emotions.

For example, when he was young, he sat alone in front of his mother's grave, hugging his knees and looking up at the sky, the emptiness and fear of nothing to rely on in his heart.

It's a pity that people are not as good as heaven. I don't know if it's because Zhao Wenhu is used to such secret activities and is too neat, or there is something wrong with the Holy Gate itself.

Those few days were cloudy and rainy, and it was obviously only the end of summer, but it felt a bit bleak in autumn.

Chu Yue accompanied Yan Huaifeng to watch the rain on the porch. Yan Huaifeng couldn't stand for a long time. Lu Qianxun bought a special mechanism wooden chair from Chen Xiaoyu, the owner of Futianlou, who was in charge of mechanism secrets. Walk around the yard.

Ever since Mo Ye said "like a little lover" that day, the atmosphere of getting along with Yan Huaifeng and Chu Yue has become weird. The two tried their best to keep their distance as before, but they always crossed the boundary involuntarily.

Chu Yue used to take good care of Yan Huaifeng, and he had to do everything he ate and drank himself. At first, he didn't feel that much, but now he often felt awkward, especially when he was helping Yan Huaifeng change his clothes and wipe his body, physical contact was inevitable. But he never dared to look into Yan Huaifeng's eyes.

He didn't dare to expect Yan Huaifeng to have more affection for him than a master and a servant, but he was afraid that he would not be able to control his emotions, and if he crossed the line too much, he couldn't help wanting more.

Just like at this moment, he just needs to stand quietly behind Yan Huaifeng.

It has been raining for so long, and the whole yard is wet, and the bitter smell of the medicinal herbs spreads all over the yard, occasionally attracting low-flying butterflies, which stop on the tender tips and slowly open and close their wings.

All the herbs are planted in Huitianlou, unlike Xiao Chen's house full of orchid fragrance.

At that time, Xiao Chen walked in from a distance, his face, which was always as warm as the warm sun in March, actually showed a little worry, and he walked to the corridor, and before he even had time to say hello, he lowered his voice and said to Yan Huaifeng: "Young Master Yan, holy Something happened to the door."

Yan Huaifeng was staring at the rain that was as thin as a cow's hair in a daze, when he heard Xiao Chen's voice, he subconsciously asked, "What did you say?"

Xiao Chen looked directly into Yan Huaifeng's eyes and had to repeat, "The entire Holy Gate is destroyed, and the master of the Holy Gate, your father Yan Qinghe is also dead."