Crows in the world are as black

Mu He, Yue Ligong and his party fled, but Wu Moxuan still stayed where he was.She didn't look flustered, instead she dragged a small stool and sat down leisurely.

When people in the martial arts world saw someone escape, they couldn't help feeling a little hopeful in their hearts.Many disciples and disciples were outside, and those few people fled out, and told the outside about the situation inside, and the people outside would definitely come to rescue them.At that time, the inside and the outside will cooperate, even if Ren Hongyi has great abilities, he will not be able to imprison them.

Although it was a very good idea, but after a long time, I still didn't hear any movement outside.On the contrary, everyone in the hall felt lucky, and relaxed their confidence, gradually feeling tired, and becoming more and more powerless.After a while, everyone was exhausted, and had no choice but to catch them by mistake.

After Ren Hongyi cleaned up everyone, it was Wu Moxuan's turn.But when he led the soldiers over, he saw this: Wu Moxuan's knuckles were slenderly wrapped around a strand of temple hair, and the black and smooth color circled around, as if the cold night was engulfing him.She lowered her head intently, as if looking for a very interesting naughty game.

Ren Hongyi's eyes moved subtly, the corners of his mouth were pursed, and the folds on his forehead were layered upon layer, like old trees withered and vines that had experienced many vicissitudes. His voice was hoarse and dull: "They abandoned you."

Wu Moxuan raised her face, and the candlelight spread out, covering her skin with a layer of hazy tulle. When she smiled, it was hazy and illusory like a bright moon in the water. The pointed pieces shattered.

"I have nothing more to say, let the owner take me away."

Ren Hongyi looked down at Wu Moxuan condescendingly, his expression was a bit strange, hatred and contradiction were mixed together, his hatred was rooted in the misfortune suffered by his beloved son, and the contradiction was probably due to hatred that could not be repaid.Even though this woman is powerless to fight back, she can't let him deal with her right now.

Wu Moxuan was escorted to a courtyard. Before leaving, Ren Hongyi took a deep look at her and said softly: "You are as stubborn as her." His voice was so soft that Wu Moxuan couldn't hear her. It was clear, and he didn't take it to heart.

Watching the soldiers slowly close the courtyard door, Wu Moxuan's eyes dimmed slightly.In a trance, it was as if he saw the situation of being imprisoned in the past, but now there is no A Niang beside her, and she is left alone.

The martial arts conference was held as scheduled.

The head elders of all sects all participated in the competition, only Yueli Palace had several people participating before, and when it came to the competition, none of them disappeared.Overnight, even the shopkeeper of Jiangyuelou changed. The new shopkeeper was a middle-aged woman with a high-pitched voice and rough manners.Some people searched carefully, but they only knew that this woman was a widow in Jiangcheng. She used to be a poor and settled family. When her husband was buried, he just dug out a jar of silver from the soil, and her worth has been very different since then.This woman's adventure was not taken seriously by others, but even after a few days of investigation, it was not clear that she had anything to do with Yue Ligong, which made many people even more confused.

This time, even Laifengge kept secret about it, and never heard any news about it.

Another strange thing is that those heads and elders who participated in the martial arts conference still stayed in Luomeizhuang after the martial arts conference ended.It wasn't until three days later that people came back one after another, but they kept silent about this section.These people have very high status, and others dare not ask more questions, so they can only keep their doubts in their hearts.

After 50 years, Ren Hongyi is still the leader of the martial arts alliance.He is now very old and doesn't fight with others much. Outsiders don't know the extent of his martial arts, but since such rumors spread all over the world after the martial arts conference, and the disciples of the various sects have never refuted it. It was also extremely scary.As a result, Ren Hongyi's reputation became more and more widespread, and people in the martial arts world respected him more and more.

The momentum of the martial arts conference is not exhausted, but most of the guests in the village have already left.The rumors in the rivers and lakes became more and more lively, but Luomei Village gradually became deserted.

Wu Moxuan lived alone in the small courtyard, as if isolated from the outside world.This small courtyard is decorated with mountains, rocks, streams, and summer pavilions, which are quite exquisite. Wu Moxuan holds a book every day, and sits in the pavilion for a whole day, looking quite relaxed.It's just that the temperature in the gazebo is cold, Wu Moxuan's body is delicate, and he doesn't want to go out with the hand stove, so he catches the wind and cold within a few days.

One day, a boy was changing lanterns in the yard. One boy was holding a high stool underneath, while the other stood on the stool and tiptoed to take down the old lantern. .

When he looked down, Wu Moxuan was holding a lantern, admiring the paintings on it with great interest.

Luomeizhuang is a family of martial arts, and most of the paintings on the hanging lanterns are scenes of martial arts competitions.This picture depicts two men fighting with swords. The man in white shirt is as motionless as a mountain, while the man in blue shirt walks around to watch. His long sword was about to stab down, and the man in white shirt was about to swing his sword to fight.

There was only one painting on this lantern, but Wu Moxuan looked at it intently for a long time, as if seeing a wonderful scene of two men fighting from this painting.After a while, she suddenly covered her lips and coughed.With his head down and his body bent, it was extremely strenuous.The two young servants looked worried, and one of them said: "The body of the genius doctor Wu should take some medicine."

These two people have always been in this small courtyard and are sent by Wu Moxuan, so they are not as trembling towards her as they were at first.

Wu Moxuan's cough gradually subsided, but he never let go of his palm, and the voice came out muffled and blunt through the gaps between his fingers: "What day is it today?"

The boy on the stool squatted down, walked slowly up and down, and replied, "It's already fourteen, and the steward told us to put on this year's lanterns, tomorrow will be the Lantern Festival."

Wu Moxuan calmed down, but the blush on his face did not fade for a moment, as if dyed with rouge, it looked even more delicate and beautiful.She was holding a lantern, like a girl walking slowly in a lantern festival, demure and elegant.

"You can change another one to hang it."

The two young servants looked at each other, and then watched Wu Moxuan walk into the house. Seeing that she was about to step into the threshold with one foot, they suddenly turned around and said, "By the way, bring me some hot water."

This time I really went in.

The two servants made a promise and left as promised.It's just that I still can't figure out what is so special about that lantern that Wu Moxuan could look at it for so long.

Wu Moxuan sat quietly in the house, holding the lantern, staring at it absent-mindedly.In a trance, the two men in the painting gradually become exquisite and charming, like two children.Although the child in white had an immature face, the brows gradually revealed a sharpness and coldness that surpassed his age, as if the sword's edge was gradually forged and formed, gradually gaining power.The child in Tsing Yi couldn't see her face clearly, but the joy and joy in her heart seemed to fall into Wu Moxuan's heart through fantasy.

"Is this move like this?" The child in Tsing Yi smiled while waving the dagger in his hand.She has never learned martial arts, but she just swings it according to the way she usually sees it. This dagger is long enough for her, and it is too heavy, so the moves she swings become more crooked and ridiculous.

The child in white shook her head, lightly tapped the tip of her sword, and pushed away the dagger in her hand.

"Then what about this one?" The kid in Tsing Yi entangled him relentlessly, and the kid in white didn't move half a step, and lightly tapped on the sword of the kid in Tsing Yi.

"how about this?"

"What else?" She rushed up again and again, and then was blocked back. The two children came and went, one didn't find it boring, and the other followed her tirelessly.It was not until he was so tired that he couldn't breathe for a while that he rested with the dagger on for a while before he regained his senses. The child in white still looked calm and showed no signs of fatigue.

The child in Tsing Yi wasn't discouraged either, she had enough rest, she stood up eagerly again, dragged a dagger that was almost half her body length, put on a decent posture, and circled around the child in white.Her moves were lame, but her footsteps were a bit fast, she just walked around the child in white and didn't move forward.

After holding each other for a long time, the child in white finally couldn't stand it any longer. He slammed his long sword on the ground and asked, "What are you doing?" The long sword stood on the ground, almost reaching the child's shoulder, but she swung it freely and gracefully. , just like an adult.

The child in Tsing Yi saw her leave the weapon, his eyes lit up, and he grabbed the dagger and leaned towards the child in white.The white-clothed child reacted quickly, grasped the hilt of the sword, and then pulled out the long sword, and swung it straight at the person coming without losing momentum.

Ding.

Two swords intersect.

The dagger flew high, drew an arc, and landed on the ground.

The tip of the long sword pointed at the child in Tsing Yi's throat, so close that his skin could feel a slight tingling pain.

But the child in Tsing Yi was not afraid at all.The long sword was withdrawn, and an apologetic and frustrated expression appeared on the opponent's face. The child in Tsing Yi touched his itchy throat without saying a word.She has never told others that the moment the sword pointed at her throat, she suddenly lost her mind, was bewitched by something in the dark, and almost stepped forward.

Wu Moxuan's throat was really itchy, and the lantern fell by her feet. She pressed her hands to her mouth and coughed extremely hard.Her lungs were burning hotly, her body was almost stacked on top of each other, and she wanted to squeeze out the last bit of air from her body.

The cough lasted for a long time before it gradually subsided. Wu Moxuan seemed to lose his strength, curled up on the table, breathing in small mouthfuls, and coughed once or twice.

She murmured intermittently in a low voice: "At that time... at that time, you should... die... just die..."