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"Gongzi." The shallow mark caught up to him and looked at the palace, who was standing at the edge of the cliff, and lightly gasped for breath.

"What you shouldn't be chasing is just a test." Gong Qing turned around, his expression cold. The mountain wind blew up his messy hair, causing his expression to become even more distant.

Dazzling Spring was startled, "Probing? "Test who?"

"Let's test it out …" Gongzi's gaze wavered, then he sneered. "Who knows?"

"Did the Young Noble ask you to do this?"

Gongzi nodded after a while, "Young Master wants to see Yun Kai's reaction, but I think he also wants to see your reaction."

He lowered his head to look at his hands and suddenly asked, "Young Master must separate us, are you afraid that I will drag you down?"

Gongzi was puzzled. "What?"

Dazzling Spring smiled: "Didn't you notice?" I can no longer keep up with your pace. "

Gong Tianxiong was speechless for a moment, then said: "No one can deny your excellence."

Dang Hen shrugged, "I am still one of the best assassins, but I am no longer worthy to be the person standing beside you." Or rather, you don't need me anymore. "

Gongzi didn't answer. It wasn't that he didn't know how to reply, but he just felt that there was no point in concealing his true intentions. What was useless had to be replaced. This was the first goal of every killer.

Dang Hen was not surprised by his silence. He paused for a moment and then continued, "After the Valley of the Underworld and the new Division of the Poison has calmed down, I think the days of the bloody battles in the Poison Hall should be more suitable for me. I like the feeling of killing and approaching death. Only by doing this can I improve. "

"When will you be back?"

"Does it take long to catch up to you?"

Gong Tiexi also laughed, "Then let's go and come back early."

"I will."

— —

The winter wind blew against the window, making the paper rustle, but it did not let in any of the cool air.

The candlelight shone on the bow on the table. The brown bow did not reflect any light. Jiang Wuyan pressed her finger on the bowstring, her expression was unsettled.

The wooden door suddenly opened, "It's been a while, why aren't you asleep yet?"

Jiang Wuyan looked at the flickering candle flame and her pupils contracted slightly, "Coming uninvited and breaking into the house. The servants that your young master has taught are truly well-trained."

The silhouette let out two stifled laughs before stepping into the room. It then closed the door behind it and strolled over to sit down in front of Jiang Wuyan. "What a coincidence. I really am not Young Master's servant."

Jiang Wuyan raised her head and looked at him with a serious expression.

The person in front was dressed in black and had a silver mask on his face. His pupils were slightly red, his skin was shockingly white, and his lips were green. Her lips parted slightly, making her look very similar to Young Master Qing Yi. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that she was carved from the same mold.

Knowing that he had already recognized her, she took off her mask and put it aside. Her gaze fell on the longbow before her and her smile grew even wider. "It's been ten years since I last saw it, right?"

Jiang Wuyan said, "There are only three months left before the eleventh year."

Tears of Blood picked up the bow and twirled it in her hands before smiling at Jiang Wuyan, "Do you mind if I take a look?"

Jiang Wuyan made a gesture of 'please', then looked at the brown bow moving nimbly between the pale and delicate fingers, before suddenly asking: "Since you're the shadow, then who is this young master Qingyi?"

"Who said I'm Shadow?" "I've been in the inner court for a whole ten years and can be said to have not even taken a single step out. How would I have the time to run errands for Young Master?"

Jiang Wuyan repeated her words in a low voice, "Ten years." He couldn't help but sigh, "You're being too harsh to yourself."

Tears and Blood brought the bow back to its original position. They leaned forward and rested their arms on the table. They looked at him with their faces propped up. "Do you have a younger brother?"

Jiang Wuyan frowned slightly before relaxing, "You know, I'm an only child."

Tears and Blood raised his other hand and touched the candle flame with his index finger. He traced it along the edge of the candle flame: "Do you know that as a brother you can't bear to let your brother suffer?"

Jiang Wuyan nodded. "It's only natural."

Xue Yi smiled faintly: "Then you should be more clear about the hatred you have for killing your father, right?"

Jiang Wuyan nodded again, but didn't reply. This was because this feeling was no longer sufficient to be expressed with words.

Tears of Blood curled her fingers and held the flame in her palm. Seeing her pale palm lit up with a tinge of red, she smiled in an enchanting manner: "If I wasn't a little bit ruthless to myself, who would bear this kind of hatred?"

Jiang Wuyan did not answer his question directly. "I've always hated Lu Sobbing."

Tears of Blood's eyes were still fixed on his fingertips, as if she was not paying attention at all. "Why?"

Jiang Wuyan could not help but be moved when she saw the flickering flame of the candle and the burning of her finger. As for her pure white finger, it did not tremble the slightest bit. After a moment, he slowly answered the question that had yet to be answered, "Because he is the elder brother."

Tears and Blood fiercely clenched their fists and loosened their grip, causing the small flame that almost extinguished was ignited once again. They couldn't help but grin widely: "Do you know? My parents were very good-looking, my mother was not short for a woman, and my father was tall and straight. "

Jiang Wuyan said, "Your esteemed father is well-known for his benevolent character. I also admire him greatly. I only wish that I could see him for myself."

Tears of Blood looked at him, as if she was trying to figure out whether his words were sincere or not. She quickly smiled and continued, "Look at me. I assume you've met at least one of my two younger brothers. "He's probably a bit weaker than me."

Jiang Wuyan did not flatter him either. "Indeed."

Tears of blood welled up in his eyes as he smiled, "What do you think of my big brother's looks and temperament?"

Jiang Wuyan answered truthfully, "Very few people."

Xue Yi asked, "How is it compared to Zhao Qingyan?"

Jiang Wuyan was taken aback by his question, but continued to answer seriously after a moment, "They are very similar, but Marquis Lu is still a bit weaker than Yun Mo."

Tears and Blood tilted their heads, and their smiles faded a little. Their eyes were filled with reminiscence. "My brother has always been tall, and he was taller than me by at least half a head from the moment I had an impression of him. When he was a child, he was very handsome, very much like my father. He is quiet, gentle, polite, intelligent and willing to learn... Eldest Uncle and Second Uncle often say that he's the same as my father when he was young.

Jiang Wuyan's gaze shifted slightly, "He doesn't look like one." Definitely and cold.

Tears of blood covered his face, his cheeks were slightly sunken, and his palms were as pale as paper. "Why?"

Jiang Wuyan replied, "Your father was born for puppets, not for them."

Tears of Blood smiled, but the smile in his eyes slowly faded. Mad... How could it be a good thing? "

Jiang Wuyan smiled faintly, "So what if you're crazy? If the people of the world laugh at me being too crazy, how would they know that I am not laughing at the people of the world being too sober? "

"Everyone woke me up from my drunken stupor?" The smile on her lips was clear, and her eyes looked like she was drunk, as if she was about to be drunk.

Jiang Wuyan shrugged, "Who knows?" It's not that I want to get drunk, it's just that I don't want to wake up. "

Tears of Blood asked, "You are drunk, does anyone drink with you?"

Jiang Wuyan asked back, "What do you think?"

Tears of Blood narrowed her eyes and unhurriedly said, "The martial arts world knows that you, Jiang Wuyan, only recognizes two friends, so you need not mention how similar these two are to you."

Jiang Wuyan didn't comment. She just watched him quietly.

Tears of Blood said, "The Light Wind Sword Technique is at the apex of the martial arts world, and the reputation of the Ran Tong Pavilion is not small either. "As for Zhao Qingyan …" He sat up straight and put down his arm. "Do you know why Tang Xiao is willing to take him in as a disciple?"

Jiang Wuyan said, "Since they are unwilling to say more, I will naturally not ask." Naturally, they were referring to the Ran Tong Pavilion and Zhao Qingyan.

Tears and Blood smirked. "Tang Xiao. Foolish. He said Zhao Qingyan is very similar to my father."

Jiang Wuyan couldn't help but frown, "He doesn't look like one." This was the second time he had said these words tonight. He was still sure, but he could not help but feel a bit colder.

Tears and blood did not object, but asked why.

"He … "No heart."

"My father doesn't have a heart either."

"It's not that he has no heart. It's just that he dug his heart out from a puppet."

"Then how do you know that Zhao Qingyan has no heart?"

"As long as he allowed himself to become a puppet made of gold, jade, and other stuff, and become a bird in a cage with folded wings for others to view, he would never find his own heart."

"How many people in this world do you think are able to find their hearts?"

"I can, you can, Tang Xiao, your father, but not Yun Mo." Therefore, it's impossible for them to be similar. "

The conversation ended at the end of the day. The two of them stared into each other's eyes. Their eyes were filled with ice. They stared at each other, unwilling to back down.

The burned-out candle in the candlestick went out with one final flick, and darkness filled the room.

As the light faded, the Chief Sovereign of Darkness laughed, "It seems like you understand my father very well, don't you?"

Jiang Wuyan also smiled, "Not really. I just heard a lot from a person."

Tears of Blood asked, "Is it Palace Master Ran?"

After hesitating for a long time, Jiang Wuyan finally said, "No."

"Oh?" Tears of Blood appeared to be surprised. "Who is that?"

Jiang Wuyan pursed her lips and said slowly, "You might know this person. Or rather, you should be familiar with him."

Tears of Blood thought about it, then asked, "Who is it?"

Jiang Wuyan took out a candle from the side and inserted it into the candlestick. She held a flint in her hand and did not start a fire for a long time. She also did not say anything.

He waited for him to light the candle, for him to speak.

"Whap." Sparks flew from the fire stone as it lit up the candle, lighting up Jiang Wuyan's face, which had lost blood at some point in time. "The demon of turbid times."

Tears of Blood's expression also changed when she heard these words. He used a long time to digest these four words. Looking at the bitterness in Jiang Wuyan's eyes, he smiled bitterly, "I have a feeling that you will tell me something that will shock me even more."

Jiang Wuyan said: "Su turbid, twenty-two years ago, when she was seventeen years old, she became the top scorer in the list of beauties. Her martial arts skills and her peerless beauty made countless young talents in the martial arts world fall in love with her. This time should not be unfamiliar to you, it's the year that Palace Head Mo became famous. That year was the first time she saw your father. "

Tears of Blood had a complicated look in her eyes as she slowly nodded.

Jiang Wuyan continued, "The martial arts world only knows of her beauty and her talent in martial arts, but very few people know that she is the second pavilion master of the Yu Yin Pavilion. Although the Yu Yin Pavilion back then was not as famous and knowledgeable as the current Feng Yunxuan, it was not to be underestimated. As the master of such a force, how could Su Yun be someone to be trifled with? "

"Similarly, the Jianghu only knows that the Voice Pavilion is an independent power. It only knows that the woman who shocked the Jianghu twenty-two years ago was called Su Xuan. No one knew that the first generation pavilion master of the Yu Yin Pavilion was the wife of the owner of the Bewitching Butterfly Town, and the disciple she was most proud of was Su turbid. "

Tears pupils slightly contracted, unable to make a sound for a moment.

Jiang Wuyan's expression was very calm, and her voice did not fluctuate at all, "Before Su turbid mother got married, she was my mother's best friend, and her feelings were like that of a sister … It should not be an exaggeration to say so. As for Su turbid's father, he is a disciple of unknown origin in the Tang Sect. "

Xue Yi nodded her head: "I have also heard of this matter, the Tang Coffin couple's two sons and daughters are respectively named Qing and San. Tang Qing had been adopted as an adopted son by the previous generation's Sect Leader. Now, he had also become the current Sect Leader of the Tang Sect. As for her daughter, Su turbid, she has never been seen. At the age of seventeen, she appeared in the martial arts world for a brief moment and then disappeared once more. "

Jiang Wuyan said: "That is true. The Tang Coffin couple lost their lives in a dispute over the martial arts world. Tang Qing was taken in by Tang Wu, and Tang turbid was taken by my mother back to Bewitching Butterfly Town. She was taken in as a disciple." She was five years older than me. My mother was a very strong woman. She would never stay with her husband like an ordinary woman. Compared to me, the Sound Pavilion is what she cares about the most. I don't think I've seen her more than once a year, ever since I can remember. "

Tears of blood dripped down his eyes. No one knew what he was thinking, but he didn't answer.

Jiang Wuyan smiled, "Actually, there's no need to tell me more." My father and mother were both the leaders of their respective powers. How could they have the time or the mood to accompany me? Until I was twelve years old, only Senior Sister accompanied me by my side, coaxing me to be happy and teaching me how to memorize books. "Eat with me and rest together."

"She is naturally gentle and obedient. Although she is nominally my big sister, she has always treated me like a young master. I lost my temper and she coaxed me. She was unhappy but she just held it in. If I want to eat lotus seed, she can go boating to pick it for me before dawn. If I get sick, she will stay with me all night and not sleep at all. She stayed close to me. To her feelings, saying 'love' was actually not. It was just that she was used to it. Or maybe I was selfish enough to think she belonged to me alone. Now that she is my senior sister, she will be my wife from now on — I have always thought so. "

At this point, Jiang Wuyan stopped and waited for a reply filled with blood and tears. Tears and Blood shrugged. "I've never experienced the same thing, but I know how it feels."

Jiang Wuyan nodded, but didn't say much. "You should know about what happened afterwards." She left Bewitching Butterfly Town, walked into the martial arts world, and immediately became famous. And then I fell in love with your father, with someone who already had a wife. Your parents are very loving, there's no way Palace Head Mo would let another woman by his side. My senior sister was very smart, so she buried her feelings deeply and never said a word. However, she told me over and over again how outstanding the person whom she admires is. "

Tears Blood thought about this awkward relationship and thought for a while, but still didn't have anything to say.

Jiang Wuyan sighed lightly, "Ten years, do you know what ten years represents to a woman? To a girl like my senior sister, what does ten years represent? She gave her youth, her talent, and the entire Yuyin Pavilion to the man she could not fall in love with. "