Still pity the grass and trees

Xie Wufeng helped Ji Tanyin to the ancestral hall, and as he walked, all eyes were plain white.

Li Chengyang's coffin was lying in the white snow, quiet and unfamiliar, the coffin lid was half open, and there was a strange smell inside - the servants put a lot of spices in order to cover up the smell of blood, but after all, they wanted to cover it up.

Xie Wufeng stood guard at the gate of the ancestral hall, watching Ji Tanyin's back.The young man's shoulders trembled slightly, but he didn't cry out. After watching for a while, he knelt down on one knee in front of the coffin, stretched his right hand into the coffin, exposing a scarred forearm, and carefully groomed Li Chengyang.

A gust of wind rustled the white curtains on the beams, like whispers of ghosts.

Ji Tanyin asked: "Did Huayueying kill the elder brother?"

"This matter is complicated, and I can't explain it clearly in a few words," Xie Wufeng saw Ji Tanyin coughing again, remembering that the residual poison in his body was not cleared, and persuaded: "It's cold, you go back to the room to rest, I will tell you slowly."

Ji Tanyin was silent for a moment, her five fingers clutching the mouth of the coffin turned bluish white due to the force.Xie Wufeng stepped forward, held his arm and pulled him up, shielding him from the cold wind with his chest.

Xiaoyu and Qingluo stood on the veranda with tears in their eyes, and when they saw Ji Tanyin coming back, they said happily, "Young Master Ji, you can count on it!"

Ji Tanyin bowed slightly, gratefully said: "I will take care of my two sisters."

Qing Luo hastily waved her hands: "Young Master, you are serious. Mr. Xie took care of him in his clothes, and even searched for elixir everywhere. What we have done is nothing."

Xiaoyu put down the food box on her arm, and brought out some porridge and side dishes, and a cup of chicken soup with caterpillar fungus, so that Ji Tanyin could nourish her body.

Xie Wufeng retreated the two of them, stirred the yam porridge with a spoon, blew it cold, and fed it to Ji Tanyin.

Ji Tanyin had no appetite, so he barely ate a few spoonfuls, and said, "It's so quiet in the yard."

"Ah."

"The antidote, where did you get it?"

"Old man Gongqian prepared it temporarily." Xie Wufeng told him: "The toxicity in your body is only temporarily suppressed, remember not to use internal force."

"Understood," Ji Tanyin felt nauseated, picked up the tangerine peel and sniffed it, "Why did senior brother die?"

Xie Wufeng sighed softly: "He did commit suicide."

He detailed what happened in the past two days, including the fight between Xiongtu Escort and Xuandaomen, and some inside information he learned from Ancuo, but he concealed the matter of meeting Ji Heng.

Hearing that Li Chengyang was drugged by Lord Zhu Yue, thus humiliating Xin Ling, and afterwards felt guilty and committed suicide, Ji Tanyin's blood surged, a few streaks of flush appeared on his pale face, and his teeth gnawed.

Xie Wufeng said: "Now Zhai Yu and Li Conning have no hope of becoming the leader of the martial arts alliance. Hua Yueying's plan succeeded, so she came from behind the scenes to the front of the stage, wanting to lead the world and manipulate the martial arts in the Central Plains."

Ji Tanyin sneered: "She's dreaming! When will the martial arts conference be held? I'm going to expose her conspiracy!"

Seeing his agitation, Xie Wufeng patted his back to comfort him and said, "Calm down, Ayin, you have no evidence, it's hard to be convincing for you to rashly tell the truth."

"Then I can't swallow my anger and let her continue to harm the martial arts! There is also the revenge of the senior brother, how can we not avenge it?"

"Of course not. Believe me, there will be a big show tomorrow evening. Take a rest, and I will accompany you to watch it tomorrow." Xie Wufeng held Ji Tanyin's shoulders with both hands, and said slowly: "As for Hua Yueying, I will kill her sooner or later .”

That night, the Xiongtu Escort Bureau was still immersed in a depressing and depressing atmosphere. Li Congning and his wife stayed behind closed doors, worried about their son, and fierce quarrels broke out from time to time.Steward Li was afraid of causing bad luck to the master's family, so he came to Xie Wufeng to discuss whether he wanted to invite the monks from Lingyin Temple to do something.

It's not easy for Xie Wufeng to make arbitrary decisions about the details of the funeral, not to mention that Li Chengyang wronged Weixue, and he was buried here, I'm afraid it will cool the hearts of the living.

Just wait, he said.

Wait a minute, Xuandaomen also had this thought in mind, Zhou Xiaowan was paralyzed on the bed, and told his disciples that even if they carried her, they must carry her to the martial arts conference, so that Li Chengyang's murder of Zhai Yingshi would be revealed in the light of day, and Xiongtu's bodyguard would lose face , cast aside by all.

Wait a minute, the rest of the martial arts sects, big or small, are also watching nervously. They are closely related to this martial arts conference. Misery, worry and excitement are intertwined in the turbulent Xiangyang City.

Under the calm appearance, the night covered a sharp net, which spread all over the streets and alleys, sparing no effort to hunt for its prey. By dawn, there were two or three more corpses in a few inconspicuous alleys. .

"Sister," Dan Qing stuck to the base of the wall, looked at the road in front of her with her head, and said anxiously, "Let's escape back to Yunnan!"

"Escape?" An Cuo's pink face was furrowed fiercely, she clenched her fist and bit it between her lips, "Can I escape? It's this time, there is no other way but to put all your eggs in one basket. "

"But we have fewer and fewer people! There is no safe place in Xiangyang City!"

Ancuo stomped his feet lightly on the spot, his delicate eyebrows furrowed. After thinking for a while, he decided to take the risk: "Then use the trick, let her think that we escaped from Xiangyang, and kill her again!"

Dan Qing hesitated: "But..."

Ancuo interrupted his younger sister unquestionably: "It's nothing! How many bad things do you want her to do in the name of the Xifan Sect? If the Central Plains martial arts really besieged, or the imperial court sent soldiers and horses, it would be better for my Sect to teach her." Big disadvantage!"

On the bank of Baitao River, on the side of the ghost forest, a high platform rises from the ground, and a flag is planted in each of the four corners, fluttering in the wind.

The venue is ready, just waiting for the actor to play.

At three o'clock in Shenshi, knights from all walks of life gradually gathered by the stream.The closest to the high platform, there is a large umbrella on the left and right, which is reserved for the heads of Shaolin and Wudang.Although the two masters are aloof, they will definitely not participate in such mundane affairs, but the martial arts conference is a grand event, Zhu Yuege specially prepared seats for them to show their respect.

After Shaolin and Wudang, the other ten sects are ranked according to their status in the Jianghu. Because the Hengshan School has declined in recent years, and the new head is young and ineffective, it is ranked at the bottom.Afterwards, there are heroes from all walks of life, both black and white, Zhu Yuege did not prepare seats for them, but those who prepared short poles and benches, chose a shady place to hide, and those who were not prepared just sat down and waited to watch the excitement.

Among the top ten sects, Master Zhichun was the first to arrive. With her head held high, she walked through a group of men who were either surprised or teasing. The female disciples unsheathed their swords halfway in unison, as if threatening, all the way was truly majestic.However, as soon as he sat down, Zhichun realized that he was at the bottom of the ranking, and he was unhappy. Even Wu Xiangshuang, the master of the Liuhuo Hall who was sitting across from him, was not pleasing to the eye, and greeted strangely.

Wu Xiang was nearly forty years old, and had already tasted all kinds of life, and her husband had just died, so she was too lazy to talk to such a yellow-haired girl, and replied a few words indifferently.

The two were talking, Hua Yueying walked up to them from the high platform, hugged each other, and chatted affectionately.

Zhichun was overwhelmed by the flattery, the previous unhappiness of being at the bottom of the ranking disappeared, and after a while, he and Hua Yueying climbed up as sisters, received a few compliments, and felt even more elated, thinking that the Hengshan faction would flourish in his hands and become famous in the martial arts world.In comparison, Wu Xiangshuang is calmer. She knows that Zhuyue Pavilion seldom does business with Liuhuotang, and Huayueying will not go to the Three Treasures Hall if there is nothing wrong, so her words and deeds are polite but not flattering, even with a little indifference, waiting for Huayueying below.

Sure enough, after chatting for a while, Hua Yueying half-jokingly brought the topic to the martial arts leader.Zhichun is not a fool, she immediately understood what she meant, thought for a while, and assured him: "Don't worry, Master Hua, I always feel that the martial arts in the Central Plains is polluted by some stinky men—" Saying this At that time, he deliberately raised his voice, and gave the person who had just looked at her with frivolous eyes a vicious look, "It's time for a woman to rectify the atmosphere!"

These words are not entirely out of will. Judging from the current situation, Hua Yueying's martial arts and prestige have reached a certain level. Since a leader is to be elected after all, the Hengshan faction, which is all female disciples, naturally prefers gentle and amiable students of the same gender. The owner of Zhuyue Pavilion.

Wu Xiangshuang's answer was ambiguous, and Hua Yueying squinted her eyes and smiled lightly. She knew that the other party was determined to avenge her deceased husband, so she pretended to casually mention that she also hated the Xifan religion, and she wanted to get rid of it long ago. Studying the enemy's martial arts, poisons, organs, and the terrain of the Miao border, etc., the siege plan has also been deduced several times, and the West Fan Sect can be defeated only by gathering the strength of all martial arts factions.

Wu Xiang's thin lips trembled, her heart was already moved, Hua Yueying nodded, and changed the topic with a smile.

Not long after, people from Xiyan Villa, Beggars' Gang, and Zisong Society arrived one after another.There are hundreds of disciples from the famous sect who came to participate in the grand meeting. They are arranged neatly behind the head of the sect. Although they are dressed differently, they are all very heroic.At a glance, there are huge crowds of people along the Baitaoxi River, and the scene is magnificent.

The rangers who were watching the excitement on the outside chatted with each other: "Why don't you see Xuandaomen and Xiongtu Escort Bureau? Could it be that they are not coming!"

"What are you doing here! We have to fight again!"

Ming Biaohua, Fang Lang, Hu Han and the others held their breaths, looking at six directions and listening to all directions, each thinking in their hearts, and eating fruit snacks calmly.

Someone was impatient and asked, "Master Huage, when will it start?"

Hua Yueying raised her voice and said: "Don't worry, brother, maybe someone else will come."

Across the courtyard to the east, there was a sudden commotion in the quiet house.

Wan Kezhang was a rough man who didn't know how to behave. He broke into the backyard of the master's house and knocked on the door with his seriously injured body. "Brother Li, what are your plans for this shit martial arts conference?"

Li Conning was in the house, staring at the portrait of his eldest son when he was one year old. He was suddenly disturbed, came back to his senses, and asked, "Is it time?"

"It's here!" Wan Kezhang's voice was high, as if he was throwing a stone from the top of a mountain when he spoke, every word was hard, "Zhai Yu hurt my son, I can't swallow this tone, hey! Let him be ruined in the martial arts! How about it, are you going?"

Li Congning sneered, and picked up the spear on the weapon rack: "Of course."

Behind the bed curtain, a figure sat hugging his knees, his back bent. Li Conning sighed heavily, and said, "Fengxuan, don't you want justice? Let's seek justice now."