Why did Jianzun steal his relatives [Rebirth]

The young men who once indulged in love and wielded swords in the rivers and lakes... It was the first time in 65 years that they met again in this scene.

For a moment Xiao Yihe and Nan Rongqi had mixed feelings.

A lone lamp under the window shone a shadow, a pot of tea boiled several times, until the stove lid was turned over, and fell to the ground with a clang, Ning Wuzhi finally came back to his senses.

I don't know if it is Xiao Yihe's illusion, Ning Wuzhi's figure is a bit thin, Danyangze is warm all year round, and now it rains in midsummer, it should be rare to be cool, but he is rarely wearing a crane cloak.

"Why is his body like this?" Xiao Yihe frowned.

Nan Rongqi sighed: "In order to succeed the Puppet Sect Master, he retreated for five years, and only after he left the closed door did he learn about the misfortune of the sect and the death of Master Xiaoshan to try the Sword Cliff. You know, he has always been most distressed...Master Xiaoshan. For a while Falling into a confusion, unable to turn around, immediately vomited a mouthful of blood, almost going mad."

"Although there was no danger after the incident, there were also some chronic illnesses... After a few years, there was no improvement in practice..."

Xiao Yihe was terrified when he heard it, but he still couldn't help but pull hard in his heart.

Among the three of them, Ning Wuzhi was the oldest and worried the most.

Xu Shi felt that Xiao Yihe had no parents at such a young age, and his only master was as cold as frost. I'm afraid his life is not good, so he dotes on him the most, and everything goes well.Every time he was injured while traveling, he was taken care of by Ning Wuzhi in every possible way.

If not, that kid Ning Wushuang wouldn't have been jealous of Xiao Yihe since he was a child, scolding him for stealing his brother.

At that time, a door servant with an umbrella hurriedly passed through the door path, said something to Zong Xiao who was guarding outside the courtyard, and entrusted him with a wooden box. After a little thought, Zong Xiao went to the window and shouted in the rain: "Sovereign! Someone came outside the door, saying it was an old friend of yours."

Ning Wuzhi picked up the lid of the pot, the color was light: "Old friend? What does it look like?"

Zong Xiao brought up the wooden box: "The young man in the coir raincoat and cloak doesn't know where he came from... He said that you will know it when you look at this."

...The coir raincoat cloak!It's the traveler from the Night Slaughter Puppet Sect!

Xiao Yihe shouted in his heart: Don't go!

There was a seal on the wooden box, Ning Wuzhi took a look, his expression changed slightly, and his chest heaved several times.He turned around suddenly, with his back to Zong Xiao, and tremblingly opened the wooden box.

With just one glance, "Bang!", he closed it abruptly, as if stunned, and after a long time, he coughed violently a few times, and the crane cloak on his shoulders swayed and fell to his feet .

Xiao Yihe poked his head, also wanting to know what was in the box, and Ning Wuzhi, who had always been calm, had such a big reaction.

Before watching, Ning Wuzhi has already strode out, not even able to open an umbrella.When he passed the moon gate, he stopped suddenly and ordered: "You stay here, you don't have to follow."

Although Zong Xiao was confused, he obeyed the order and stopped obediently.

Xiao Yihe and the others were caught in Zong Xiao's obsession, so naturally they couldn't stay too far away from him, and they could only watch Ning Wuzhi stride away holding the wooden box.

Not long after that, he brought back the traveler in coir raincoat, but the wooden box had disappeared.The huge cloak covered the man's face, only a pale chin was exposed. No one could see the man's face clearly. Looking at the figure, no one was familiar with it.

Xiao Yihe stared closely at Ning Wuzhi, and saw that there was a little more imperceptible joy on his face than before, as if he was carefully hiding a secret.

Ning Wuzhi told Zong Xiao again: "Be on guard, no matter what happens, don't worry about it."

The thunder was rumbling, and the rain was like a curtain of beads... The two walked past the crowd one after the other, and entered the room for a secret conversation, in which the candles were lightly lit.

Ming Chun said clearly: "It smells so heavy."

Nan Rongqi sniffed: "What fishy smell?"

"All of you righteous people are so rude?" Ming Chunxi looked disgusted, "When people are about to die, they smell bad."

Jiang Jian has been playing with medicinal materials all year round, and his nose is also very sharp, but he was just looking at it and didn't pay attention to the smell, so he thought about it and said, "Maybe the smell of mud and rain is too strong..."

A voice sounded weakly: "It seems to be there, and I smell it too. It's not the smell of mud, but the smell that is about to rot."

Everyone lowered their heads and suddenly saw Nan Rongke squatting in the corner under the moon gate.

Nan Rongqi was stunned: "Ke'er, why are you here!"

"..." Nan Rongke wanted to cry but had no tears, "I've been here all this time, Dad, haven't you found me?... Am I really your biological son?"

At this time, there was a muffled sound from the sleeping direction in the distance, as if something had hit the wall.Everyone turned their heads to look at the same time, and the candles in the room suddenly went out, and a black shadow flashed faintly, but they couldn't see what was going on inside.

Then, bang!

It sounded like a wooden cabinet bed frame exploded, making a loud noise.

A heavy footstep resounded, half of the palm stuck out the crack of the door, and shouted: "Zong Xiao——"

The sound stopped abruptly, and the half of the hand quickly retracted, and everything returned to calm.But Zong Xiao had already heard the shouts, he lifted the hem of his clothes and rushed to the door of the bedroom, stood at the bottom of the steps and asked inside: "Sovereign?"

The room was as quiet as ever.

Zong Xiao was suspicious, thought for a while, and carefully stepped up a few steps, his palm just landed on the door frame.Seeing that the gap in the door that had been concealed was suddenly opened, he jumped back in shock: "...Sect Master?"

Ning Wuzhi was sitting beside the table, supporting his head with one arm, his brows were slightly closed and trembling, blood was slowly dripping down from the other arm hanging by his side, ticking down along his fingertips.

And the man in coir raincoat fell under a piece of broken sawdust, he was already out of breath, his hood was down, and he had an ordinary, even ugly face.

Zong Xiao rushed in in two or three steps, and hurriedly went to help him: "Sect Master, what's going on?"

"It's okay, but I was almost plotted against." Ning Wuzhi shook his head, calmed down his chest panting slightly, opened his eyes that were confused by pain, looked around, and pointed to the ruins of the wooden frame, "Will that thing go?" Bring it."

Zong Xiao followed his pointer and saw that it was a piece of white jade, so he turned around to pick it up without thinking too much.

Xiao Yihe and others have also chased into the bedroom, saw the thing buried under the sawdust at a glance, and blurted out: "...Know me!"

"Why is Zhiwo here?!" After Nan Rongqi was surprised, he immediately understood, "...the wooden box contained Zhiwo? No wonder Wuzhi let him in."

When Zong Xiao picked it up, he was startled when he recognized what it was, and turned his head suddenly——I saw that Ning Wuzhi, who was leaning in front of the case, had moved behind in an instant, with a sinister expression, and raised his head. There was blood in his eyes.

"...Brother?" Ning Wushuang called out in a trembling voice.

Zong Xiao finally sensed something was wrong, grabbed the jade flute in his hand, and flew out!

Before he could utter a sound, a sharp ray pierced into his right arm, and Zong Xiao fell to the ground with a thud. He struggled for a moment, opened his eyes wide, and scratched his body with his left hand indiscriminately, as if he wanted to pull something out.

"Sect, Sect Master... why... why..."

Nan Rongke had never seen such a scene before. He watched Zong Xiao tear off one of his arms and throw him to the ground far away.The severed arm seemed to be alive, with five fingers wriggling back and forth, the blood vessels and meridians at the fracture were alive and kicking.

Zong Xiao was also terrified, and dragged himself out with one arm, but before he could reach the door, the severed arm had already crawled back onto his body.

He only heard a scream, his limbs twitched violently, all the veins on his body were swollen and swollen, crawling up his cheeks, almost bursting.

Ning Wuzhi picked up the jade flute, wiped it with the hem of his robe, put it on his waist, walked to Zong Xiao's side leisurely, and looked down for a while, as if observing and admiring a big new toy.

Ning Wushuang was extremely astonished: "Brother, he... actually cast a puppet curse on Zong Xiao..."

Xiao Yihe stared at Ning Wuzhi who took pleasure in torturing Zong Xiao, and suddenly frowned: "Wushuang, why did you think that the Phoenix tragedy was caused by Xiao...Xiao Yihe?"

Ning Wushuang was distracted, and murmured: "At the beginning, when I heard the bad news about the sect, when I rushed back, I saw broken limbs and wreckage all over the ground, and almost all my souls were scattered... I managed to find a few pieces of broken souls, and I have already summoned them." There is no complete memory, but in all the fragments, there is the sound of "know me"... Who else could it be if it wasn't Xiao Yihe?"

He realized something and looked at Xiao Yihe, but Xiao Yihe looked at "Ning Wuzhi".

Seeing that Ning Wuzhi had played enough with Zong Xiao, he took out the jade bone fan and thought about it for a while, then closed his eyes and thought for a while, suddenly smiled and said "Yes!", then raised his hand and waved the fan——

I saw Zong Xiao slowly getting up and walking out with the same hands and feet. At this time, two more disciples ran in after hearing the sound and saw Senior Brother Zong covered in blood. Before he could call for help, he was thrown down and torn apart. bite.

"This is interesting! Come! Come all!"

Ning Wuzhi got a new joy again, frequently wielding the fan driving technique, a series of spiritual lights leaped to the sky above the Phoenix Garden, and penetrated into the bodies of all the disciples.The two disciples who were bitten first also lost their struggle slowly, their pupils were black, and then they also got up and walked to the other courtyard silently, biting and killing anyone they saw.

The dead got up, and were cast into a new puppet spell, and continued to look for the next target.

The puppet sect is both good and evil, and has been smooth in dealing with things these years. It has never made enemies between the good and the evil. It has been nearly a hundred years without any major changes.It was late at night again, most of the disciples were still asleep, and even the night watchmen were leaning against the porch to take a nap.

Everything that happened was bloody and cruel, yet silent.

Because no one expected that one day they would be attacked by someone close to them, even their most beloved little suzerain.

Ning Wuzhi was sitting straddling the highest eaves of the Phoenix Garden, surrounded by several beautiful juniors who had fallen under the puppet curse.The beauties were bleeding under their skirts, but they had the same beautiful smiles on their faces. One was pouring wine for him, and the other was beating his shoulders.

There was a lot of wailing underneath, but he took out the jade flute, put it on his lips and played it ecstatically.

As soon as the song sounded, Xiao Yihe and the others immediately covered their ears. Nan Rongke was a step slower in covering his ears, and after being poured into his ears a few times, his face was shocked: "Okay, okay...it's so ugly!!"

Ning Wushuang was still grieving, and upon hearing the words, she couldn't help cast a look of approval, and shouted loudly: "Really! I thought that someone who could play so badly, there would be no one else in this world except Xiao Yihe..."

Nan Rongke covered his ears and howled at him: "Isn't Uncle Ning proficient in everything from piano, chess, calligraphy and painting? My father always said that Uncle Ning is a rare cultural person!"

Ning Wushuang also didn't understand: "Could it be that there is a problem with 'knowing me', no matter who sings it, it's so ugly? I don't know which jade craftsman carved it. With such craftsmanship, I'm afraid I will starve to death in this life!"

Nan Rongke nodded repeatedly.

"..." Xiao Yihe was embarrassed, "Cough, actually..."

Xue Xuan glanced slightly away, and said softly, "I carved it."

Ning Wushuang and Nan Rongke: "...so good Xiao."

Ning Wuzhi on the eaves drove the disciples in the sect to fight each other, until all the limbs were cut off and they could no longer stand up, then he waved his sleeves in a dispirited way, while hugging a pale-faced Jiao'e, he fell to the ground, swaggering He got into the room and rummaged through boxes and cabinets.

But after searching in the bedroom, he couldn't find what he was looking for, so he kicked a little beauty away in anger, and said to himself: "Should I say it? Where is it hidden?"

The next moment, everyone listened to him asking and answering: "...No."

Ning Wu was furious, strode out of the room, saw the two disciples cowering in the corner who were still alive, went over and grabbed one of them: "Where is it?"

Immediately two tears fell from the corners of Ning Wuzhi's eyes, and he talked to himself again: "Stop..."

Ning Wuzhi strangled those two to death, turned around and looked around, and finally found Zong Xiao who was dying, probably because he remembered that this person was very important, so he arrested him, held him beside him and kowtowed a few times.

While pressing Zong Xiao, cursing herself, wiping the tears off her face...

"Why... are you all trying to kill me? Don't I want to live?!" He suddenly paused, spat out a splash of blood, knelt on the ground crying and laughing, and said incoherently, "I... didn't... ..."

Ning Wushuang couldn't stand it anymore, stepped forward and punched, but it went straight through the ethereal body in front of him, he was startled and lost his voice: "What the hell is he doing?! What is he looking for?"

Xiao Yihe's heart twitched suddenly, an indescribable pain penetrated into his chest, he bowed slightly, bent down, the scene of Ning Wuzhi's blood and tears, grabbing the ground with his head was reflected in his suddenly shrunken pupils, next to his ear was he asked sharply.

There are also screams, blood, and crying... The heavy rain is pouring, washing the ground with dirt.

"...Why? Why can't I live?!"

A voice screamed in the soul.

"I don't know...don't ask..." Xiao Yihe's consciousness was spinning and he staggered downwards.

Nan Rongke: "Song Yao...what's the matter with you?"

Xue Xuan turned his head slightly, seeing that something was wrong with him, he quickly put his arms around him and covered his ears.But just like that, he still panted quickly, trembling slightly, his lips were tightly pressed and turned white, it seemed that he was terribly frightened, unable to hold on for even a moment.

Xue Xuanwei immediately shouted: "Ning Wushuang, end the spirit-calling technique! Immediately!"

Ning Wushuang was stunned for a moment, then turned back to look at Ning Wuzhi, as if a little bit reluctant, after a while he closed his eyes and made a formula: "—Scatter!"

In an instant, the world overturned, the thunderstorm faded away, and the picture in front of him cracked... The dying Zong Xiao, the devastated sect, and the mad Ning Wuzhi all disintegrated into countless fragments, and scattered into powder amidst the roaring sound.

Everyone then stepped into the air!

When he opened his eyes again, he had already returned to the black iron chamber.

The last grudge in Zong Xiao's body dissipated, he roared, and fell to the ground.

To be on the safe side, Nan Rongqi killed him with a single blow and put him in a coffin to seal it up.Turning around again, seeing Xiao Yihe falling down, he took half a step, and a figure was supporting him... so he shrank back half of his feet, and put the sword back into its sheath.

"Are you okay?" Xue Xuanwei worried, "We'll go back right away."

"Xue Xuan..." Xiao Yihe supported his head, his complexion turned pale, suddenly his stomach felt hot, and he vomited a small mouthful of blood.

Xue Xuan's face was as cold as frost, and he wiped his mouth and chin with his cuffs, then picked him up horizontally, and walked out quickly.

The stall of Zong Xiao and Hougu Tongren didn't know how to solve it, Jiang Jian subconsciously said: "Sect Master Xue?"

Xue Xuanwei didn't turn his head back, he had already left like the wind: "Ask Nan Rongqi."

Nan Rongqi: "..."

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In the blink of an eye, the two had already returned to the guest house from the black iron secret room. Xue Xuanwei put him on the bed and cushioned him with soft pillows.As soon as Xiao Yihe moved, he couldn't help but hold the person down, and took off the cuffs to examine carefully, his brows were tightly knit, his expression was serious, and he was relieved to see that there was no scar on his body.

Looking closely again, Xiao Yihe has been stripped very smooth by him, lying on his back on the bed, bowing slightly as if he wants to vomit again.

Xue Xuanwei grabbed the quilt and wrapped him up, gently stroking his back: "What's wrong?"

Xiao Yihe's face turned pale with discomfort, but he couldn't say anything, he slowly sorted out his thoughts, and didn't want Xue Xuanwei to worry, so he talked nonsense: "Maybe she's pregnant?"

... Xue Xuan was so angry that he fell silent.

"I want to hug and sleep." Xiao Yihe didn't even look at Xue Zongzhu's face, and continued for four or six, "Maybe a hug will be enough?"

Xue Xuanwei stared at him steadfastly, motionless.

"Forget it, I'll call Nan Rongqi to hug me, he will definitely be willing." Xiao Yihe turned around, a little spiritual light welled up on his fingertips, and merged into the shape of a messenger bird.

The bed behind him was slightly heavier, and a slender and strong body squeezed up, stretched out his long hands to wrap him back, and hugged him tightly.Xiao Yihe spread out the aura, leaned back, almost with his back against his chest, and pulled an arm around his waist, only then was he satisfied.

The two were intimate, and their body temperature gradually merged into one.

After calming down quietly for a while, Xue Xuan rubbed his chest slightly, and asked in a low voice: "What happened just now?"

Xiao Yihe didn't answer, but said: "You also understand?"

"...That's not Ning Wuzhi."

Xue Xuan was quiet for a while, and said "Hum".

"Ning Wuzhi" in the backtracking acted madly and looked gloomy for a while; struggled and shed tears for a while, with a stubborn voice.

Talking to himself, it seems that two souls are robbing the same body, until the two sides compete fiercely in the sea of ​​consciousness, hurting the body and vomiting blood—the real Ning Wuzhi has a gentle temperament, not as ruthless as that madman, and finally fell downwind.

Thinking about it this way, the behavior style of "Ning Wuzhi" they encountered before is indeed similar to the crazy one.

Not only Xue Xuanwei could think of this matter, Nan Rongqi and the others thought about it a little later, and they were able to react quickly.This is:

"—Seize the house."

After the secret conversation with the man in coir raincoat, there was obviously a change in the house, and Ning Wuzhi was caught by him when he couldn't break free.When Zong Xiao pushed the door open, it was no longer the gentle Ning Wuzhi who appeared in front of everyone.

It's an evil thing in the skin of Ning Wuzhi.

It is not easy to seize a house. Usually it is a dying body, or the other party has no defenses, and the defense is empty, so there is hope of intrusion, but it may not be successful in one fell swoop.

It also depends on the strength of both parties.

However, Ning Wuzhi has always been cautious and prudent, and he is not a person who listens to sweet words casually. Even if he has "know me" in front of him, he may not be able to win the trust easily.

Then, what did the man in coir raincoat say, which made Ning Wuzhi so happy that he was led all the way to the most private bedroom.Even Zong Xiao, his most trusted deputy, didn't ask to follow.

It can be seen that Ning Wuzhi believed in the words of the coir raincoat man, and never expected that he would hurt himself.

And the person who can make Ning Wuzhi cherish so much, but can't easily show it to others...

The painful feeling of palpitations in the chest gradually faded away, and another kind of hesitation pervaded in his heart, and a kind of terrible conjecture gradually formed in Xiao Yihe's mind, which made people feel chills on the back.

If it is what he thinks, this matter will never be good.

There are bigger crises to come.

Xiao Yihe fell into deep thought, and for a long time was scratched by the falling hair on the side of his neck, then turned his head slightly to look at Xue Xuanwei, pinched a few of his fingers lightly, turned them around, rubbed them for a long time until the fingertips turned red, and finally Taking a breath, he finally opened his mouth slowly: "If one day, I mean if..."

"Ok?"

Xue Xuan looked down at him slightly, the tip of his nose lightly resting on his shoulder, breathing softly.

Xiao Yihe cautiously said: "I was also taken away..."