Peach Blossom Dyeing Jinge

The sound of two swords being sharpened screamed into Feng Tingjian's ears.

At the same time, the sound of scattered footsteps scattered along the river bank, surrounding him and Yue Baiyu in the middle.

He nodded slightly, raised his eyebrows and said, "It seems that you didn't come here alone."

"Of course not," Ren Lan replied, "How dare I confront Master alone, I'm not that arrogant yet."

"Very good," he nodded. "Not only are you courageous, but you are also very thoughtful. No wonder the clansmen are willing to follow you. It's really amazing. It seems that you have grown up."

When he said this, his eyes were slightly curved, his eyebrows were stretched, and the corners of his mouth were raised, revealing a faint smile.

Ren Lan stared at him blankly, the expression of the person in front of her eyes overlapped with the face in her memory, which made her feel a moment of astonishment.

It is not easy to turn against the most trusted person in the world.

But Ren Lan still asked in a deep voice: "Master, is the boat tent filled with dragon blood vines?"

"Yes."

"The mess in the warehouse was also made by you yourself, because the messy herbs are enough to cover up the smell of the dragon's blood vine."

"Yes."

"You propose to imprison Master Zhengqiu in the secluded marsh, and order Baiyu to stab Qiming, who went to save others. In this way, no one can hinder you."

"Yes."

"You have been in contact with the Demon Cult for a long time, and it was you who created the flying wind that caused a bloody storm in the rivers and lakes."

"That's right," Feng Tingjian nodded, "What you said is true. I even know that Qiming is secretly investigating the Demon Cult, and has left the valley three times without authorization. I also know that he left the key in Dongqing's room last night. It made Dongqing want to steal. Although I can't see with my eyes, I know everything you have done."

Ren Lan stared at him, and said in a trembling voice: "Whether it's Qiming or Dongqing, they broke the ban just to save people and help the world. They are not wrong."

Feng Tingjian was silent for a moment, and sighed: "Oh, if it wasn't for this flood blocking my way, I wouldn't need to talk about these morals with you. Your temperament is too rigid, and you don't need to delve into these issues."

"No, I must get to the bottom of it." Ren Lan took a step forward, crossed the shoulders of Lu Zhengqiu and Lu Dongqing, and stood in front of Feng Tingjian, over the shoulders of Lu Zhengqiu and Lu Dongqing, and asked, "Master, what are you doing?" Why do you want to collude with the Demon Cult?"

Feng Tingjian was silent for a long time before saying: "Because I am also looking for the answer."

Ren Lan was stunned for a moment, and looked at him puzzled, her eyes seemed to be asking - as the head of the clan, what answer do you need?

Feng Tingjian couldn't help smiling wryly.

His expression suddenly changed, as if a soldier who had just returned from the battlefield, took off his fierce Kong Wu armor, but revealed a tired and powerless face.

His hair was dotted with white silk, wrinkles spread around the corners of his eyes, and his tightly pursed lips seemed to reveal endless tiredness.

He said slowly: "I want too many answers. Why do the Yushan people save the dying and heal the wounded for generations, and help the world, never seeking personal gain, but still suffer catastrophe? If the gods are really merciful to the world, why do they sit and watch the king lose his way and the people live in dire straits?" ? These questions have haunted me for nine years, day and night without ceasing."

Ren Lan said in astonishment: "But, on weekdays, you taught us that we don't need to ask about worldly affairs anymore, and catch up with the past."

He let out a suppressed sigh: "Because you are still young, but I am already old, old enough to hear the voices of the dead souls crying in the long night, even if I don't ask, they will keep asking me. "

Ren Lan stared at him blankly, as if she couldn't believe that the pious master would say such words.

Lu Dongqing beside her asked: "Since you are concerned about the souls of the deceased clansmen, why did you harm Master Yue's only son? Even if you insisted on being with the devil sect, why did you give such evil medicine as Fuyao Qingfeng to the hundred people?" Yu, causing her to lose her mind and become involuntary?"

This time Feng Tingjian did not answer.

It was Yue Baiyu who spoke instead of him, and she said in a calm voice that was completely different from usual: "Senior brother, you are wrong, Fuyao Qingfeng was originally made for me."

"For you?" Lu Dongqing was dumbfounded.

Bai Yu smiled: "That's right, Fuyao Qingfeng is the medicine I asked my uncle to refine for me."

"Pharmaceutical introduction? Why are you cited?"

"Naturally, it is for the purpose of cultivating inner strength and mind, so as to transform the primordial spirit as soon as possible."

Lu Dongqing said solemnly: "The foundation of your primordial spirit is a mysterious bird and auspicious beast, which is incompatible with the Yin Qi of the Demon Cult. Fuyao Qingfeng will only turn you back into a walking dead. I have seen such a poor person end up before. You must not repeat the same mistakes."

Bai Yu suddenly suppressed his smile, and said coldly: "It's just because they are not capable enough. Bai Yu won't be backlashed, Bai Yu is the son of God chosen by God Youying."

Ren Lan said in shock: "Youying God? That is the evil god believed by the barbarians."

Bai Yu asked back: "So what?"

Ren Lan argued: "Our ancestors shed their blood to stop You Ying from the Great Wall of the Northern Wilderness, and kept the Shenzhou peaceful. As a descendant of the God Race, how can you be bewitched by it?"

Bai Yu didn't answer her question, but raised the corners of his mouth and asked, "Sister Lan, have you ever seen a barbarian with your own eyes?"

"I..." Ren Lan was stunned, "I haven't seen it before."

Baiyu continued: "But you have seen the Dingguo army of Emperor Yu, your relatives and mine were all killed by them. There are still ghosts crying in the river under your feet, but you pay homage every day. The cold stone, have you ever opened your mouth to argue for them?"

The girl's tone seemed to be a different person, her usual innocence and childishness were gone, her voice seemed to be accusing, as if she was weeping, those innocent souls howling in the dream seemed to reappear on her body after nine years. wake.

Ren Lan couldn't help taking a breath, and said, "Bai Yu, you..."

"I'm afraid she is no longer Yue Baiyu." Lu Zhengqiu who had been silent all this time finally spoke.

"Master Zhengqiu, what did you say...?" Ren Lan turned to him in astonishment.

"The purpose of the Devil's Cult to spread Fuyao Qingfeng is not to enhance the cultivation of internal strength, let alone turn people into walking corpses, but to transfer souls, am I right?"

Bai Yu narrowed his eyes and stared at him: "How did you know that?"

Not only Baiyu, but even Lu Dongqing was surprised, and couldn't help turning his head to the side, looking at the master beside him.

The people he gets along day and night are uttering words that are completely unfamiliar to him.

Lu Zhengqiu just looked at the girl on the opposite side, and continued: "Youying was defeated in the battle of the ancestor gods, and was driven out of the Great Wall of the Northern Wilderness. With the help of barbarian voodoo prohibition, use the body as a puppet to plunder the mind and reincarnate. I happen to know a little about this kind of prohibition, but I didn't expect that you would use it on a child."

The person who was supposed to be Yue Baiyu smiled and said: "This is also her wish, she desires to become strong, so I will give her supreme power, shouldn't it?"

Lu Zhengqiu shook his head and said: "She is still young, children always have to make mistakes a few times before they understand what they really desire."

Ren Lan turned to Feng Tingjian and said eagerly: "Master, are you crazy too? Are you really planning to bring Baiyu to join the Chongming Sect?"

Feng Ting insisted: "With her talent, she should go galloping in the rivers and lakes, and should not be imprisoned in this valley."

Ren Lan was stunned: "But the Demon Cult..."

Feng Tingjian interrupted her: "The Devil's Cult is just a scornful name for the people of Yu State. Nine stars are rising to the sun, the heaven and the earth will fall, and the king is unkind. Can't you see that Yu State's vitality has been exhausted, and only the Chongming Sect can do it?" It can give the Yushan people a future."

She wanted to refute, but many words came to her mouth together, but none of them stood up.

Bai Yu had already picked up the knife again, and pointed directly at the person opposite: "In short, I must go, senior sister, if you insist on stopping me, I can only kill you."

Her gaze sank, and she muttered in her mouth: "The body is dead, but the soul remains forever—"

Accompanied by a mantra-like hum, the wind rose behind her, spreading out a pair of pitch-black wings.