Righteous Or Evil/C1 Chapter 1
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C1 Chapter 1

The setting sun shone like gold, and the evening breeze blew gently. Downstairs, a few stalks of Lao Mei stood proudly in the early winter with bright red flowers blooming.

These plum blossoms attracted the attention of a white-robed youth in the restaurant. He sat at a table near the window. He placed his right hand on the edge of the teacup, and looked out at the plum blossoms outside. He allowed the steam rising from the cup to gather in all kinds of forms in front of his eyes.

"Young Master, please listen to a song!" A clear and bright girl's voice seemed to come from far away, pulling the white-robed youth's gaze back to the restaurant.

He turned his face slowly: his thin eyebrows slanted into his temples like swords, his clear eyes as pure and clear as a lake, his high nose as firm and powerful as a ridge, all looked and seemed amiable in the light of an ethereal quality.

The girl that came to ask for his song only slightly raised her head to look at the white-robed youth, before lowering her head like a piece of grass. She didn't dare to raise her head again in the face of this young man's devouring demeanor.

The white-clothed youth lightly smiled. His smile was so relaxed and so gentle. He slowly took out a silver ingot from his sleeve and placed it on the table. He said softly, "I won't listen to Quinn today …"

Hearing this, the girl's heart immediately sank into a deep disappointment. She hurriedly raised her head and met his star-like gaze. She was at a loss again.

"But, I think your melody must be very good. I'll listen to it again tomorrow." The white-clothed youth's voice was as gentle as the spring wind. "This silver is the deposit I'll pay you first."

The girl bit her lip timidly. It had been two days since she and her blind grandmother had eaten their fill, and the silver was like coal in the snow. Moreover, she could clearly feel the warmth of spring in this young master's eyes. So she went up and picked up the silver ingot and ran away.

The youth in the white shirt looked at her back, his eyes filled with boundless love, a kind of love for his own sister. It was the girl's pair of embroidered shoes that made him take out the silver. He wanted to see her buy a beautiful new pair of shoes to sing tomorrow — it was too cold in the winter here, and no good pair of shoes would freeze her to death.

He did have something on today, so he didn't have time to listen to music. He had been waiting for someone. His mood began to grow restless from waiting for so long. For some reason, a faint foreboding lingered in his mind.

He gradually frowned. Xiao Shuihan would gather with him every two months at the "Snow Song Tower" at dusk. But why was he not here today?

The tea in front of him had cooled down, and only the last of the sunlight outside the window was slowly fading in the darkness. He jerked his head up. Xiao Shuihan's tall figure finally appeared on the stairs.

He quietly watched as Xiao Shuihan slowly approached. The smile on his face slowly changed to shock as the joy in his eyes slowly turned to depression. Xiao Shuihan's face was as pale as usual, but today he looked a little weak. Moreover, his breathing was not as relaxed and free as usual. Today, it sounded rather rough and hurried. He walked step by step, and every step he took seemed to be weighed down with a thousand jin of weight, and he landed heavily on the ground.

With a flash of white shadow, he quickly rushed out like a frightened lion. Stretching out his right palm, he pressed it against Xiao Shuihan's chest.

"Useless …" Xiao Shuihan gave a bitter smile, "No matter how much true energy you pour into my body, it's useless... "My heart meridian has been severed a long time ago …"

"Who did it?" His face turned ashen, and in that instant, this elegant and beautiful young master seemed to have turned into a terrifying, glaring Vajra!

"Sigh!" "If we can't avoid this calamity, then why ask?" Xiao Shuihan's eyes became empty, "Maybe the heavens are cleansing my hands of their blood debt? …" If he died, then everything would be free … Isn't that great? "

"Nonsense!" He could not accept the emptiness in Xiao Shuihan's eyes, "We do not owe debts, only the people of this world owe us. Shuihan, who did this to you? "Tell me!"

"I don't know. They were all masked. Maybe Emei? Perhaps the Kongtong Sect? Maybe the Green City Sect? "Their martial arts are all over the place …" Xiao Shuihan's voice slowly became heavy. "Ai …" Lin Fei, let's go! This time, I killed more than 40 of them. If you don't leave this place as soon as possible, I'm afraid thousands of people will come knocking at your door … I don't want Wan to be involved again... We've only had a few days of peace and quiet … "

"You want me to take her?" The young man in white, Lin Fei asked.

Xiao Shuihan nodded heavily: "Only if you are with her will I be at ease when I die."

"Alright!" Lin Fei also nodded heavily.

"Remember: find her quickly, don't take revenge!" After that, his face suddenly turned gray, and with a "pu" sound, under the terrified gazes of the surrounding customers, blood sprayed out of his mouth and sprinkled out of his mouth towards the sky outside the window. It was as if a thin layer of red snow had suddenly floated out of his mouth.

In the midst of their astonishment, everyone saw a blur before their eyes. Aside from a floor full of blood stains, the two youths had already disappeared like a mirage.

On the table, the tea was as cold as ice; outside the window, the plum blossom was blood-red.

Peach Blossom Ridge, Dark Fragrant Garden, the fragrant grass was luxurious, and the fresh air assaulted people.

Ye Wan'er silently watched the bright and clear moon inside the pavilion fade into the form of a jade hook in the night sky. The insects in the grass outside the pavilion were crooning softly, making her heart grow more and more anxious.

A gentle breeze suddenly blew past the pavilion. Wan'er quickly turned around and saw Lin Fei, who was standing at the entrance of the pavilion. Lin Fei leaned against the pillar with an inexplicable sense of melancholy. He stood there silently. His white shirt was fluttering vaguely in the dim moonlight, and there were stars shining in his eyes.

He looked at her blankly for a long time, then suddenly smiled at her.

"Lin Fei?" Wan'er's voice trembled, "Where's Shuihan? Why did you come? "

"I came to pick you up," Lin Fei said in a sad and cold voice, "Is it Shuihan? He has been released. In the future, you … You don't have to wait for him. " All these years, Lin Fei had gone all over the place trying to find out the truth of his Master's murder, yet he had entrusted his junior sister, Ye Xiao Wan, to the care of his junior, Xiao Shuihan. It was the first time he had seen her in a long time.

"Relieved?" Little Wan's voice was filled with questions.

Her gaze was too heavy, Lin Fei slightly lowered his eyebrows and avoided her gaze. He lied: "He committed suicide."

"You lied to me! "That's impossible!" Little Wan went blank for a moment, then stared at him with wide eyes, her gaze so sharp that he almost didn't dare look her in the eye, "When he left early in the morning, he even said that he wanted to invite you to meet him in the flower garden … How did he kill himself? "

Lin Fei's eyes were a little sad. He slowly said, "Before he committed suicide, he gave me a clue … He said that his Master once talked about the Dragon Sesame Grass that was produced on the Mausoleum of Yin Tomb Mountain, and was able to cure the poison from the Gu pill … However, his poison had been acting up so fiercely recently that he couldn't control it anymore … You know, he's not very patient... Thus, he … "He hopes that I can retrieve the 'Dragon Sesame Grass' and fulfill his wish …"

Wan'er trembled, tears streaming down her face.

Lin Fei walked up to her and embraced her. Little Wan finally cried out loud. In Lin Fei's broad chest, her shoulders twitched so badly that tears soaked his clothes.

The sun was setting, and Lin Fei, who was as silent as a mountain, held Little Wan until she could no longer cry.

"I want to go to the Yin Tomb Mountain." Lin Fei finally opened his mouth and leisurely said, "When I'm not here, you can go back to the Dark Mountain to stay for a while. Dark Mountain has the 'Nine Palace Path' that no one can break due to the combined efforts of Shuihan and I. It can guarantee your absolute safety. "Moreover, no one would have expected you to live in the Netherworld Mountain …"

"I will go with you to the Yin Tomb Mountain!" Little Wan perilously raised her head in his embrace and looked at him, her eyes shining brightly in her tears.

"No way!" He shook his head, "Wait until I find the antidote!"

After a long while, Wan'er reluctantly nodded and said, "I will wait for you. When the peach blossoms bloom, I hope to see you safely back here. "

Lin Fei slowly raised his head towards the sky and hugged her tightly. His clear and pure voice sounded in her ear, "Shuihan committed suicide, so I feel a deep sense of loneliness. Only you will keep me from losing the courage and perseverance to continue living. I'd love to be with you. But, in order to fulfill Shuihan's last wish, I must go to the Yin Tomb Mountain … It's not safe. You don't have to go. I really don't need to go. I will definitely return to your side and spend the rest of my life with you. "

Xiao Wan slowly raised her head and looked at him silently, wishing that his face could be imprinted in the depths of her pupils, in her memories, in every dream … Then she gave a melancholy "En," closed her eyes, and burst into tears.

A light breeze brushed by and she felt her entire body loosen as she hurriedly opened her eyes. Lin Fei's tall figure had already become so faint in the morning mist that it was almost indiscernible … She suddenly remembered what she should have told him: in this period of time, she often had nightmares about her master and Eldest Brother …

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