Tang Daxia wrote a thousand original novels

Qiu Lianzheng's tears didn't last long.

Because after all, I am his enemy on the surface.

How could he show his vulnerability for a long time in front of an enemy?

He stopped crying.

wipe face.

Like a statue, it erases the weakness of itself, and polishes the edges and corners around it.

He looked at me again with indifference.

It's just that the eye sockets are still red, and the despair and extremely deep pain after the collapse remain.

"Thank you very much."

When he said that, I asked, "Thank you for what?"

Qiu Lian contended: "Thank you for not taking the opportunity to sneak attack me just now."

I said: "Your emotions are absorbed very quickly."

Qiu Lian contended, "Isn't this bad?"

I said: "It's not bad, it's because you indulged your emotions on purpose, and if you collapse, you are actually testing whether I will make a sneak attack."

Qiu Lianzheng smiled sarcastically: "Yes, I am indeed extremely sad, but I also want to see if you can sneak attack. Because if you can sneak attack, it proves that what you just said may be lying to me, just to shake my mind And the fabricated lies..."

As soon as he closed his smile, sparks surged in his crimson eyes, as pain, hatred, and anger rolled endlessly.

"But you are an honest gentleman, and you don't want to take advantage of others' danger... This further proves that what you said...is true..."

I said calmly and honestly: "Actually, you should know it well. If you shoot with ten percent of your palm strength, others will die within a day or two. And it is extremely impressive for him to be able to survive those few days until he sees me." It's not easy..."

Qiu Lian contended: "I know..."

He read it softly, looking up with hatred.

"Of course I know...but I can't think about it...I can't accept it..."

"The heart and lungs of the person who was hit by that palm will slowly freeze...everything above the chest will lose temperature...the breath will be cold...the last exhaled breath will be filled with frost and snow...just like a person with a normal body temperature, who is injured Tossed into icy water...waking up, slowly watching myself die...without the strength to come out of the water..."

"When he was hit by that palm...it was already in unbearable pain...I can still hear his screams at that time...like a prisoner on the verge of death..."

"So...how uncomfortable is it before he dies? How frightening?"

He lowered his head, and the shadow covered his face, making that handsome face blurry, as if some indelible filth had completely covered his facial features, and even his voice became low and hoarse, like a woman stained with blood. The covered beast, the wounds of the past rotting on him bit by bit.

I recalled the scene at that time, and the extremely deep fear and pain seemed to wrap me up again.

After a while, I tried my best to speak in a calm tone: "Before he died, I had been using the red-hot palm force to input his heart veins, so the moment before he died, he had calmed down and no longer blamed you." .”

Qiu Lianzheng's eyebrows twitched, like a flower carved from ice being shaved off by a sharp instrument.

He looked at me again and said, "Thank you."

Thank you for being by his side in the last moments.

I think that's what he wanted to say, but he just couldn't quite say it right now.

I said, "Do you seem to have anything else to ask?"

Qiu Lianzheng said coldly: "I don't need to ask who the other person is, but I have to ask... for whom did he take this medicine?"

His red eyes revealed accumulated anger and cold hatred.

Resting on the top of my head like a knife made my scalp tingle.

I just said: "I don't know."

Qiu Lianzheng sneered: "You don't know?"

I said, "Even if I knew, I wouldn't tell you."

Qiu Lianzheng was silent for a moment, then suddenly said: "I heard that... when Ye Xiaoyan went to Xingxiao Mountain... Xu Liangming's health didn't seem to be in good shape?"

I looked at him calmly, and threw out the answer I had prepared: "It's not very good. He was betrayed at that time. I used my palm to protect him until the end, and I was able to invite someone else to take over my palm."

Qiu Lian contended: "Hero Tang, is he really not that person?"

His every word is like a knife, but I just look at him, like a deep stream of still water wrapping a pool of ice picks.

"If brother Liangming's life is really at stake and needs some antidote, I will go there in person...I will never...leave such a big matter to an outsider!"

Qiu Lianzheng's eyes shook.

And I looked up at him, my eyes fell like meteors and never returned.

"I, Tang Yue, never do things with false hands...you should know!"

I did go there myself.

Even though he was wearing a vest.

Qiu Lianzheng took a deep look at me as if he had confirmed something: "This is indeed true."

After finishing speaking, he added another sentence, vigilant and wary: "But, if you left Xu Liangming in the later period, you would not be by his side all the time, how would you know...he must not be that person..."

I stared at him coldly: "Qiu Lianzheng, Brother Liangming is the eldest brother I believe... If he says no, then he is not... Don't push yourself here!"

Qiu Lianzheng sneered: "I don't know Brother Liangming you're talking about, I only know you——Tang Daxia!"

He put away the sarcasm in his smile: "But you were kind to Xiaoye, and you didn't take advantage of me...I will remember it."

His memory is respect.

He didn't ask any more questions, but turned around and left.

Because the question has come to an end.

The love has reached the extreme, and the sadness and fragility can only be left to him to digest slowly.

I sighed, knocked on the wall, and signaled Xiao Chang to come out. I was about to talk to him, but I heard the noise outside. It seemed that there were many people gathered outside the teahouse, and we both looked out the window.

Qiu Lianzheng was actually surrounded by a group of people.

It seemed that they were all unarmed ordinary people, men and women, old and young, poor and middle class.

Everyone surrounded him with hateful eyes and sorrowful faces, babbling harsh words in their mouths, but Qiu Lianzheng was confused at first, and suddenly a 60-year-old scholar appeared from among the people surrounding him, leaning on his shoulders. Holding a crutch, she pointed at him tremblingly and said, "You, are you Qiu Lianzheng..."

Qiu Lianzheng raised his eyebrows: "Yes, so what?"

The old scholar's eyes were red and he said: "You... Did you kill Ye Xiaoyan!?"

Qiu Lianzheng trembled slightly, as if he had been punched out of thin air by these words.And I was stunned on the spot, what's going on?

I looked at Xiaochang, and Xiaochang only said: "On the way here, I heard a lot of discussion in other teahouses. It seems that the news about Qiu Lian's fight to kill Ye Xiaoyan has been leaked."

I frowned: "Leaked out? Who leaked it?"

Xiao Chang said: "Maybe Qiu Lianzheng told Meng Shunying, and Meng Shunying told Wu Wan and the others?"

I understand that this Qiu Lianzheng has been looking for people for the past year, and he must have told some people about his past with Ye Xiaoyan when he asked someone to inquire about the news, and Meng Shunying was one of them.He secretly spread the news a lot, probably in order to attack Qiu Lianzheng's reputation, which is what happened today.

But Wu Wan and others are dead, who let these common people come to the teahouse?

What can they do with Qiu Lian?

The old scholar's eyes were full of tears, and his wrinkles were squeezed into tree lines in anger. He slammed his crutches on the ground and said ruthlessly, "You...you talk! Did you kill Miss Ye!"

But when I looked carefully, I recognized this old scholar.

This is when I played Ye Xiaoyan back then, and I rescued many imprisoned girls from a prostitute with extremely strong martial arts. Among them was an eight-year-old girl whose father was this old scholar.

This is actually the common people who have been favored by Ye Xiaoyan?

Qiu Lianzheng's face turned pale.

Just now he was sharp-tongued with me, and he is usually arrogant, but he was questioned in the street by this old scholar without a trace of martial arts, and he couldn't even utter a word.

He was silent until the end, and actually just nodded expressionlessly.

Not denying, not evading, he sank into the cold accusation like a marble statue.

"He did die at my hands."

When he nodded and opened his mouth, it was like a layer of stone stirring up a thousand layers of waves, and the crowd immediately erupted with harsh sounds, angry shouts, and shoving and squeezing full of righteous indignation.

The old scholar said harshly again: "Sect Master Qiu! Are you really, do you really put Xia Xia... you!?"

He knocked hard on the crutch, and said tremblingly with tears in his eyes: "Do you know that Du Zheliu, the former 'heart destroyer', tortured and killed countless innocent women in the Jiangnan area. My eldest daughter died because of him." His subordinates! Even my eight-year-old daughter was captured by him afterwards, and he poisoned her tongue and blinded her eyes!"

"It was Lady Ye who rescued my poor little daughter, and visited a famous doctor, who helped her regain her voice and her eyes!"

"It was she who turned back and killed Du Zheliu, the 'heart destroyer', so that the Jiangnan area can be peaceful!"

"Many girls were rescued by her, deeply humiliated, and even thought of committing suicide, she stayed behind to explain!"

"We received her great kindness, and we wanted to find her to repay her, but she was so unpredictable that we couldn't find her all year round. Finally, we waited until June and September... I thought that Miss Ye would come out again... ..."

As soon as he finished speaking, he was out of breath, his old gray eyes were so angry that they were about to burst into flames.

"But you... you actually killed her!?"

Qiu Lianzheng didn't speak any more.

He looked up at the sky.

The tears in the corners of my eyes are not yet dry.

And I was confused and helpless when I saw the anger of this group of people.

Ye Xiaoyan made only a few shots.As for?

I looked at Xiao Chang, but Xiao Chang asked helplessly: "Do you have any misunderstanding about Ye Xiaoyan's reputation outside?"

Uh... I used to kill people when I was a hero... I didn't feel so popular when I was a man.

The old scholar was so angry that he almost fainted, someone pulled him back, and several teenagers and girls of twelve or thirteen came out, all of them had youthful faces, but they were full of hatred and sadness.

A young girl said sadly and angrily: "My mother and several older sisters all died at the hands of Su Jiuzhou, who was known as "killing flowers all over Kyushu"... My whole family was almost wiped out! Dedicated myself to him, and then assassinated him at close range... But Sister Ye appeared, she stopped me... and saved me... In order to kill Nasu Kyushu, she even took herself as a hostage, and exchanged the devil's head to capture her Other people live here! In the end, she killed the devil at close quarters!"

A young man said bitterly: "And my father and grandfather, in order to protect mother and sister from being taken captive by the villain "Yinshan Palm" Han Zhuer, they all died under his hands! Mother and sister Insulted by that devil, unbearable torment, committed suicide with hatred! I tried my best to kill him, but I was about to die under his hands, but it was Sister Ye who acted in time and killed that devil! And sent me all the way to grandpa safely!"

The girl broke down in sobs.

The teenager clenched his fists in tears.

"Sister Ye promised me, and she also told the victims of Su Jiuzhou and Han Zhuer that she would come over this year and continue to kill the wicked! Then spend a festival with us!"

"But we waited until June and September, and there was no news of her at all!"

"We only found out in the past few days that she died in your hands!"

"She is such a good person, why did you kill her!?"

The boys and girls questioned in mournful and angry voices.

"Why did you kill her!?"

And Qiu Lianzheng didn't even show a trace of expression.

But he has also lost his blood color and basic vitality.

He never spoke again.

He never moved again.

He once ruthlessly killed many enemies who besieged him.

He also faced the provocations of masters arrogantly, and then resolved them one by one.

He once ascended to the position of sect master and issued orders with the spirit of pointing the country.

But he has nothing to do with these unarmed old people and children.

There was nothing he could do.

He was motionless.

His cynicism, his arrogance and contempt, all his former freshness and brilliance, all slowly turned into death and shadow at that moment, wrapping him tightly.

I couldn't help frowning, I didn't know what to say, these children still remember what I said casually at the beginning, the old man is already at this age, and he still wants to repay his favor?That Xiaochang poked my shoulder again, and asked softly: "Xiao Tang, are these people people who have been favored by Ye Xiaoyan? Aren't they fake?"

I took my breath away and said helplessly, "It's not fake, it's real."

Xiao Chang sighed: "These people... still remember Ye Xiaoyan..."

Alas, this may be the only joy in being a good man.

You never know who will be silently thinking about you in the ends of the world.