Ji Sanzhi's death, please form a group

"The traces of the sword are hidden in the beautiful waters and spiritual mountains, and the green peaks are not heard of in the rivers and lakes. This is a gentleman's mind, and a pot of warm wine is sent to the sky."

The West Lake, which is more hazy with a faint smoke, is as picturesque as a poem. On a small boat, a beautiful woman in a bright red gauze dress with a red scarf on her face murmurs faintly.

She gazed at the pavilions and pavilions not far away that belonged to the territory of the Tibetan Sword Villa, and her black eyes overflowed with a touch of melancholy.

The wind blowing head-on carried a touch of moisture, and there was a smell of a storm coming. She slowly stretched out her hand, and her beautiful fingers with icy muscles and flawless bones seemed to melt into the smoke, becoming ethereal and nothingness.

"Finally, it's over..."

The whispering whispers can only be heard by her, and then, she has already become familiar with the hidden sword in her bones, the duckweed walks thousands of miles on the water, on the intoxicatingly beautiful but misty West Lake, that gorgeous but thin figure disappear into the distance.

The glimpse that not many people noticed was still no match for the coincidence of God's will. As usual, Lu Yan'er brought her young son to Hidden Sword Villa to express condolences to Ye Jingyi, and sat on the roof in a daze until...

"Mom! It hurts!"

Because of a moment of carelessness, the hand holding the child loosened, and the youngest son knocked on the bricks and tiles of the roof, crying in a strong nasal voice before pulling her back to her senses.

With a surprised expression, Lu Yaner carried her young son into Tianze Tower. The disciples of Hidden Sword Villa tried their best to persuade her not to disturb Zhuanghua's meditation, but Lu Yaner couldn't control it anymore. Very important things to say.

Zhuang Hua, who was inspired by the clamor outside, finally got up. He slowly got up, staring at the colorful trees in the village with his unopened eyes, and sighed softly, "Miss Lu, please come here." .”

Speaking of the relationship between Lu Yan'er and Hidden Sword Villa, whether they are close or not.

When Ye Wushao got married back then, she, a former saint of the Ming Sect, came to meet Ye Jingyi, the eldest lady of Cangjian Villa, her rival in love, and hit it off right away.

In the following year, Lu Yan'er and Ye Jingyi were as close as sisters, and they married together.Ye Jingyi was weak and sick, and Lu Yan'er had been watching over and taking care of her. If their common husband, Wei Qiwu, hadn't shown up occasionally, the two women could have formed a CP pair.

A year later, Ye Jingyi passed away and hid in West Lake, the place where she was born and raised. Lu Yan'er took off her red clothes and left with her pre-term baby in white clothes. Later, she returned to Mingjiao's residence in the Central Plains. .

However, every year on the anniversary of Ye Jingyi's death, Lu Yan'er would bring her youngest son to pay homage to Tibetan Sword, and the disciples of Tibetan Sword saw it in their eyes and kept it in their hearts, so they acquiesced in her existence.

In the past, Lu Yan'er only worshiped in the village, and never disturbed the owners of the villa. Today, it is abnormal for her to break into Tianze Tower suddenly. The owners of the villa who received the notification even Miss Sun came.

When they arrived, Lu Yan'er, who was dressed in exotic red, was leaning on the railing and weeping silently, but her elder brother had a helpless expression on his face, which was very strange.

Ever since having a daughter, Ye Wei, the owner of the third villa, has become more worried than the old lady. Seeing the woman's tears, she immediately softened and hurried up to coax her.

"What happened to Miss Lu? Who bullied you?"

Lu Yan'er opened her teary eyes in a daze, and repeated again and again, "I really saw Sister Ye on the West Lake today, and I didn't admit my mistake. Even if she covered her face, I couldn't admit her mistake. I have been inseparable from her for a year, absolutely. It's Sister Ye."

"Miss Ye." Zhuang Hua's voice was gentle and pleasant, but her words were tinged with cruelty, "Your Majesty has already said that my little sister was buried four years ago, and you saw it with your own eyes."

"But...but..." Lu Yan'er's eyes became more and more confused, and she wanted to speak, but she didn't know where to start.

Zhuang Hua sighed softly again, with an expression of impatience, "Miss Lu, my little sister's death is ultimately God's will, so don't worry too much about it, you have to take good care of yourself."

Lu Yan'er was supported by the servants and walked two steps. Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed in her somewhat confused mind, and a strange light bloomed in her teary and dazed eyes. Her heart suddenly tightened because of the news, and her breathing became short of breath.

She loudly uttered her guess to several owners, "Sister Ye was a saint of the Red Clothes Sect, right? I heard from my father that the reason why Assassin has countless believers who follow him to death is because he Possesses a secret technique that can bring people back from the dead, does Sister Ye also..."

"Miss Lu, even if those people are revived, they are just puppets like Sharia." Ye Wei couldn't help persuading, "And the Red Clothes Sect disappeared 10 years ago, and Assassin is nowhere to be found."

"No, I heard..." Before Lu Yan'er finished her eager defense, she suddenly collapsed beside Ye Wei, because Ye Wei couldn't stand it and knocked her out.

He nodded to the others and picked them up, "I'll send Miss Lu to rest, she's a little sad."

The others looked at each other in blank dismay, a little uncertain whether Lu Yan'er's statement was correct, after all, when they attacked the Dihua Palace, they did see that many people inside were puppets who had returned from the dead.

"Brother?" Ye Hui, acting owner of the villa, looked at their backbone, "Will my little sister... no, Hidden Sword Villa is heavily guarded, it is impossible for someone to come and go without a trace without alerting others."

Zhuang Hua stood there quietly, sliding her fingers back and forth on her portable sword, her expression was still strange with profound meaning.

After a long time, Zhuang Hua finally spoke, but what he said was unacceptable.

"Second brother, open the coffin."

"Big Brother!!!"

It is said that it is safe to be buried in the ground. In ancient times, there was no such thing as opening a coffin. This is disrespectful to the deceased.

Unlike Ye Hui's pale face in shock, Zhuang Hua's expression remained unchanged. After saying that, she turned and left, leaving only a beautiful figure from her back that seemed to disappear at any time, "I will bear all the consequences."

When night fell, Lu Yan'er woke up from the coma and couldn't react for a while.Then the memory came back, Lu Yan'er's pretty face turned pale, and she was about to get out of bed after throwing off the quilt.

"Let's rest on the bed." The head of a young and beautiful second lady poked out by the window facing the lake, and she sat down on the window sill with an absent-minded look on her face.

"Qi Fei, I want to see Master Ye." Lu Yan'er still didn't give up.

"No need." Ye Qifei, Miss Sun of Cangjian Villa, interrupted what she was going to say, "Today we went to my sister-in-law's cemetery to open the coffin, and there was no dead body inside. Go to Chang'an to denounce the Red Clothes Sect."

"It's not the same!" Lu Yan'er was so excited that she coughed again, "The scariness of the Red Clothes Sect stems from their terrible and blind beliefs. They believe that Assassin can save them from the sea of ​​suffering, or grant them eternal life. Can you Believe it, I have seen the dead peony in Dihua Palace 10 years ago, it is not a puppet, it is a living peony!"

"...Maybe others won't believe it, but I do." Ye Qifei murmured softly, "Duoduo once told me not to get close to the Red Clothes Sect when we parted, but she became the saint of the Red Clothes Sect. Girl, she said that was the only way she would have a chance of surviving."

"I didn't know what it meant before, but later I realized that Duoduo was a fortune teller, and she was destined not to survive this year. She must have figured out that the Red Clothes Sect had someone who could save her, but after the Infinite Palace was breached, I didn't know. gone."

"I've been looking for her, and recently I got the news that she was trapped in Chang'an by the Spike Army, and Yuan Mingya is also here. But my uncles forbid me to go to her, so I will sneak to Chang'an tonight, you have What words do you want me to bring to my little aunt? Don’t give up your hopes, since she hasn’t returned to Tibetan Sword for four years, then she will never come back.”

This is exactly what Lu Yan'er was worried about. The Red Clothes Cult's brainwashing power is too powerful, especially since Ye Jingyi was still a saint back then. Even if the resurrected Ye Jingyi is not a puppet but a real person, I am afraid that things will be different. up.

Thinking of this, Lu Yan'er slumped down, and her mind dazzled by joy began to face the reality.Seeing Ye Jingyi on the West Lake means that she has not lost her memory, but she has not heard from her for four years without losing her memory, which means it is self-evident.

The gentle moonlight shines through the window, and Lu Yan'er, who is dressed in exotic red, has the same worries and feelings as Ye Qifei at this moment.

One has to learn to say goodbye, but...

"I really saw Sister Ye, please tell me that you can come back anytime, she will always be a part of that family."

"it is good."

The same moonlight, Lin Ershao, who is far away in the underground palace of the Qinhuang Mausoleum in Chang'an, can't appreciate it. In the deep and cold tomb passage, countless organs and mud soldiers can be seen as far as the eye can see.

He drank with Gong Ao, who was dressed in a red dress, on a weightless floating stone platform. He looked even more indistinguishable from the state of Assassin, and there was a magical beauty in his body.

"I'm going to be invited to drink tea by Li Fu and the others in the next two days, so I need someone to help me escape."

"Dear little brother, don't worry, the teacher will pull you back when the time comes."

Regarding this statement, Lin Ershao snorted disdainfully, and poured a glass of wine into his mouth.

Back then, in order to do things easily, he worshiped the master-student biography, so that when he went out to run errands, Gong Ao could use the master-student call to bring him back.

It was the same today, on the surface it was Brother Guo Jin beggar who invited him to drink, but he followed at least two people invisibly, and after bypassing the Spike guards, he directly surrounded Gong Ao to accept the summon and left them behind.In this way, those people who will be invisible tomorrow will probably use force to invite him to drink tea.

"Dear brother, you are more likely to leave me as an apprentice to fend for myself because of fun, or let me die back."

"Don't worry, I don't want you to die as a teacher."

"But, I don't want to die."

Gong Ao understood in seconds, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, full of evil spirits, his pretty eyebrows were raised, "Because of that poisonous brother?"

Lin Ershao's hand holding the cup paused, and this time he drank more gracefully, at least he didn't take a sip, and he finally looked like a wine tasting.

The life and death Gu and Phoenix Gu planted on him by the poisonous brother in Ge Wengli are still there, although there is a solution, Qu Yun said that it can only depend on God's will.

He has been in this world for 10 years, and in the previous few years in the Temple of Poison, he learned how to effectively use everything around him to kill people with injuries.In the next few years, under the pressure of the debt of life and death Gu, he began to learn how to take care of himself, after all, the debt of love is not easy to repay.

"If that poisonous brother dies, I can help you save it."

"No need." Lin Ershao directly refused, he didn't want to pay the price of asking Gong Ao to save someone, "He won't die so easily, and I don't want to die, so I borrowed a back-up."

Gong Ao swayed the sake in the glass that reflected the candlelight, and suddenly laughed lightly, with a meaningful warning of joy.

"Okay, people can borrow you, anyway, there is nothing wrong, you can also rest for a few days, and then just wait for the net to be collected."

"Just don't forget, if you have a loan, you have to pay it back. It's not difficult to borrow again. If you have a loan, don't you pay it back, hehe~"

After saying that, Second Young Master Lin got up and left. Tomorrow, he had to drink tea with Li Fu's respectable and decent men who were about to brush the boss. As a subordinate of the villain who was hiding the boss, he felt a little stressed.