After Waking up Beside the Villain

Wugou Villa is full of plains.

The weeping and music of the mourning hall faded away behind him. Chu Yunsheng and Xie Chengyun led their horses down the mountain road, and Lin Ce sat on a boulder at the foot of the mountain with his sword in his arms.

Fang Jingyou stood beside him, staring at the outline of the cornices of the many pavilions on the top of the mountain, with a sad expression on his face.

He and Ningguan are good friends.

Lin Ce is reticent. When he followed Lin Ce to the world for the first time, he met Ning Guan who was stalking and wanted to compete with Lin Ce, and Yan Xuanji who chased Ning Guan with a silver gun. At first, he was stupid to Ning Guan. Guan was full of hostility, and with a sullen face, he was dragged to tease cats and dogs, but later on, little by little, in getting along, it became a rare life-threatening friendship.

"Ten days ago, he said that he would beat my young master so badly."

Fang Jingyou closed his eyes and said in a low voice, "See you now, but Yin and Yang are separated."

Lin Ce looked gloomy. Seeing Chu Yunsheng and Xie Chengyun coming down, he asked, "Still no clue?"

Chu Yunsheng shook his head, his heart was as heavy as a boulder.

This is already the seventh day they have come to Wugou Villa.

On August 23, the day Ningguan and Lin Ce agreed to fight, Ningguan did not show up until late at night. After descending the snow-sand mountain, the horse swung his whip and rushed towards Wugou Villa overnight.

Chu Yunsheng, Lin Ce, and Xie Chengyun, who had heard the news and left the customs, were also worried when they saw the situation, so they followed closely.

The next day, the sky was dark, and as soon as they arrived at the foot of Wugou Mountain Villa, the four of them heard the deep mourning that pierced through the mist and was sent by the morning wind and flying sand.

Inherited from the Wugou Villa, the God of Heaven hid Ningguan. After a fierce battle with others, he was beheaded on the back hill of the Wugou Villa. The murderer is nowhere to be found.

When Cheng Xiuyun, Pei Xinfang's first disciple, told Chu Yunsheng and others the shocking and sudden bad news, the minds of the four of them suddenly went blank almost at the same time, they were at a loss and couldn't believe it.

A few days ago, it was not a lie to have a drink and talk, and it was not a lie to make a breakthrough in the competition that was agreed upon. He was a big living person, why did he lose his life after returning home?

If he went to other places, if he did other things, then that would be fine, but this is Wugou Villa, he is just retreating and cultivating!

Chu Yunsheng's cheeks were a little sore and tight. He held Xie Chengyun who was about to speak, but saw that Xie Chengyun's lips moved and he couldn't utter a word.

It was also rare for Lin Ce to stand there in a daze, like a stiff stone.

It was a cold and hoarse female voice that broke the deathly silence in the foyer of Wugou Villa: "Senior Brother Cheng, who killed him?"

Cheng Xiuyun's eyes were still a little dazed, as if he hadn't thought that Lin Ce was just a junior brother who was just an ant at his feet, and today he was a cold and broken corpse.

Hearing Yan Xuanji's voice, he came back to his senses a little, and said with some difficulty: "When the little brother's body...was found, there was no trace around it. I judged that he was killed after the war, and it was also from his body." traces of it."

"Even if the master is not there, there are so many methods arranged in the villa. The murderer who can come and go here freely and kill silently must at least be a peak Dingdan or a half-step wandering immortal. It is too much to erase his own traces casually Too simple."

"I just can't imagine that even though my junior brother is naughty, he is kind and has a good heart, and he seldom makes enemies with others. What kind of grievances can make those masters take action against a peak Hanshen..."

Yan Xuanji had no expression on her face, only her face was as pale as paper.

She interrupted Cheng Xiuyun's dazed whisper, and instead of asking the murderer, she said, "Senior Brother Cheng, I...I want to see him."

Cheng Xiuyun sighed and said in a low voice, "You guys, please follow me."

Chu Yunsheng, Xie Chengyun and others followed behind Cheng Xiuyun, walked through half of the Wugou Villa, and arrived at the mourning hall in Ningguan.

Many disciples or elders in plain clothes gathered inside and outside the mourning hall. Everyone was full of grief, and the sound of low weeping came from time to time, which was hard to hide.

Yan Xuanji ignored the gazes around her, and walked slowly to the side of the coffin. Through the open coffin lid, she looked at the cold and lifeless handsome young man inside.

He was still dressed in red, with the black ruler still hanging around his waist, and he closed his eyes quietly, as if he had fallen into a deep sleep after being drunk.

All the scars have been treated, even the red line on the neck has been stitched up delicately.If you don't look carefully, you won't notice what a terrifying and life-threatening wound it is.

There was no sound or tears, Yan Xuanji only opened her eyes slightly, staring blankly.

Chu Yunsheng took the incense from Cheng Xiuyun, and worshiped with Xie Chengyun and others one after another, but the incense was inserted into the furnace, but it still made him feel too unreal.

When we parted in front of the blacksmith shop, Ning Guan repeatedly asked him to remember to clean his small courtyard every few days, because there was a lot of wind and sand outside the pass, and if he didn't clean it up for a few days, the house would be useless.He didn't forget about it, and he cleaned it before going to the Sword Tomb yesterday.

But now, no matter how clean and tidy that small courtyard is, it will never welcome its owner again.

"Ningguan is a smart person, if he was not killed with one blow, he would have left clues."

Xie Chengyun opened his mouth and said: "Brother Cheng, Chengyun is taking the liberty, if possible, please allow me to go to the back mountain to check."

Cheng Xiuyun smiled dryly: "Since Mr. Xie has such a heart, there is no inconvenience."

As he said that, he looked at Yan Xuanji: "Miss Yan, do you want to come with me?"

Regarding the investigation of clues, the more people the better, the more careful the better. When Cheng Xiuyun asked this question, he felt that Yan Xuanji would definitely care about it.

But who knows, Yan Xuanji shook her head when she heard the words, and said in a hoarse voice: "The funeral will be held in seven days, and I want to stay here for these seven days."

Chu Yunsheng and Xie Chengyun subconsciously looked at each other, both feeling a little surprised. They had a vague guess in their hearts, but they didn't say it out loud.

Lin Ce also followed Cheng Xiuyun to the back mountain with the two of them, and searched all over the mountains and fields for two days and one night, but found nothing except blood stains in the woodland found in Ningguan.

In the next few days, until the end of Ningguan's coffin and the funeral, the three of Chu Yunsheng and Fang Jingyou, who came over after hearing the news, stayed in the Houshan Guest House and often went to look for clues and traces.But Yan Xuanji begged Cheng Xiuyun to change into a sackcloth filial belt for herself, and knelt beside the coffin day and night, not moving an inch, silent.

In this way, until today, when the funeral was held in Ningguan, several people went down the mountain and left one after another, instead of helping the spirit into the earth together with Wugou Villa.

"Why are you the only two coming down, where is Miss Yan?"

Fang Jingyou glanced at Chu Yunsheng and Xie Chengyun, suddenly thought of something, and asked.

Xie Chengyun's eyebrows twitched: "Miss Yan didn't want to see Ningguan's funeral and buried in the earth. She closed the coffin lid for Ningguan before dawn this morning, left the mourning hall and went down the mountain. Have you ever met?"

Lin Ce didn't think too much, but guessed: "Sad people, why should you leave more sad places, I'm afraid they have already returned."

Fang Jingyou slowly frowned: "No, Ms. Yan is definitely not someone who left without saying goodbye. What's more, brother Ning has been confirmed to have been murdered and the murderer has not been found. How could Ms. Yan just let it go and go back to Qianshan Mansion?"

Chu Yunsheng suddenly thought of the strangeness of Yan Xuanji's first visit to the mourning hall, and said, "Miss Yan will not go back to Qianshan Mansion, but we must go back to Kuangsha Beach first."

at the same time.

A fast horse, like lightning, rushed into the wild beach in the morning wind, and stopped in front of Ningguan's small courtyard.

Yan Xuanji got off her horse, went straight to the main room of the small courtyard, and took down a shiny new silver gun from the gray wall.

It was forged by Ning Guan himself, and was given to her on her birthday.It's just that she thought it was inappropriate, so she threw it back and never used it again.

The silver gun dropped, and the red tassel shook.

It weighs 77 kilograms, and it would be difficult for an ordinary person to lift it.

But at this moment, the heavy pressure on Yan Xuanji's palm made her heart, which was floating in panic, suddenly settle down.

Holding the gun, she sat on the edge of the couch in Ningguan, and took out a piece of thin silk soaked in blood from her bosom with shaking fingers.

This was cut out of Ningguan's body with bare hands before she left.

The fine silk was dark purple and very thin, torn from one of her veils.Ning Guan held it triumphantly in his hand and wrapped it around his wrist and neck. How many times he jokingly said that if one day he was hunted down and had nowhere to go, and wanted to leave clues to the enemy, he would die on the way to escape. Write down the enemy's information on this fine silk, and swallow it in the stomach, so he is really dead, and he can be regarded as a romantic ghost, buried with the girl's champagne.

If the girl likes him, if she gets this fine silk, she will tie a villain to it and scold this harmful bastard day and night, that's enough, don't seek revenge.

What was said that day was just a joke, maybe neither she nor Ningguan had thought that it would come true.

When she first arrived at the mourning hall, when she saw that Ning Guan had no fine silk on his hands or neck, she was already suspicious, but Ning Guan was killed in Wugou Villa, which made it hard for her to trust the people in the Villa.

After seven days of lingering, she didn't search for clues, didn't go to Ningguan Midnight Dream, and came to see her for the last time. She just meditated cross-legged, adjusted her state, and climbed everything to the peak.

At the end of the seven days, she stepped into the cold coffin, opened Ningguan's abdominal cavity inch by inch, and saw this piece of fine silk.

The thin silk was dirty and blood-stained, but there were gray and black blurred writing.

It was just a single word, but like countless swords, it pierced into Yan Xuanji's eyes and heart, blood dripping from the piercing, the pain was so painful that she wanted to be mad with hatred.

She's not one of those terribly smart people, but she's definitely not stupid either.

The Dragon Vein where Wugou Villa sits, the Heavenly Sword forged by Li Wu, Pei Xinfang's sudden departure, all these things, what else is there that she can't understand?

I do not know how long it has been.

The wind and sand beat against the doors and windows, and heavy rain fell in the dry wilderness for a long time.

Yan Xuanji regained consciousness, clenched the brand-new silver gun in her hand, got up abruptly, and walked to the courtyard.

The rain washed the sky and the earth, soaking the clothes.

The people in the Kuangsha beach shouted excitedly, and all the pots and pans of every household were put out to welcome the heavy rain that day.

Some shouted for the rain, some laughed and sprinkled water, and some hurriedly put away their clothes.

Yan Xuanji closed her eyes and laughed silently.

Suddenly, the sound of horseshoes came from outside the courtyard gate, and four figures stepped into the gate braved the heavy rain.

The leader was Fang Jingyou, suppressing the grief in his eyes, he opened his mouth and asked her in a low voice, "Where is Miss Yan going?"

Yan Xuanji was a little surprised at their arrival, but still answered the question with a smile.

"Go to Beijing."

She said, "I'm going to kill someone."