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Jiang Suo knew that he was going to die, but he calmed down instead. His expression was no longer as honest as before, and there was a tinge of mockery in his eyes. "Do you know what a benevolent heart is?"

"I don't know." The green-robed young master smiled. "I only know that without that person, you wouldn't have survived until now. He gave you everything you had. I only know that he saved your life, but ten years later, he was completely humiliated to death by all of you, without even a skeleton remaining. "Compared to him, what can I give you?"

Jiang Sui wanted to retort, but he was left speechless for a moment.

The people who were high up in the sky fell down a thousand miles. They originally thought they could see all of his arrogance being shattered into pieces without any face remaining. However, they didn't. Even though he was crippled and had fallen into the mud, that person still wore a mocking expression. His gaze was clear and shallow, and his fair cheeks were pale and calm. It was as if everything that had happened had nothing to do with him. He calmly observed his mockery, as if he was looking at a childish prank.

Even when she pushed him down from his high position, she was still looked down at as before, unable to raise her head. Not because he was too low, but because he was always too low … He was so low that he would never dare meet those eyes.

Even though he wasn't willing to admit it, Jiang Suo still understood. His fifth brother, the Palace Lord of the Puppet Palace, had never looked down on his brother. The person who looked down on him had always been himself.

Even in the end, that person did not curse out loud, did not wail for permission, and did not sneer. They weren't even accused of anything. He just looked at them in silence, as he had when he sat under a tree with a book in his arms and watched with a smile as they practiced martial arts together. Watching their joy and honor, watching their laughter and tears, silently sharing everything for them without saying a word.

His calmness... This was because he had long anticipated that his brother would rebel against him. However, he would never have expected that after his death, his son and the old tribe would be doomed as well. If he knew of such an outcome, how could he have left his young son, who knew nothing about the future, in the palace, to die alone? How could he be willing to let his men be slaughtered because of his death?

That person was obviously as hard as iron, why would he make a concession in a life or death situation?

If he doesn't die … Why did he have to live for so many years with such guilt?

Looking at his expression, there was neither joy nor anger on his face. He had gained revenge for his great hatred, but he was not happy about it. He did not need to reminisce about it. His clothes were light green, his posture tall and straight, and his expression calm …

Jiang Suo took in a deep breath and laughed self-deprecatingly, "It really does look like it." He looked up at him and asked, "You don't want to ask me anything before I die?"

The green-robed young master shook his head, "No."

Jiang Suo asked in surprise, "Why?"

The green-robed young master stared at him for a while, and then said softly, "I'm afraid that if I ask, I will be soft-hearted."

"Are you soft-hearted?" Jiang Suo smiled thoughtfully, "Looks like you haven't changed that much."

The green-robed young master smiled and said, "That's much better now."

"Oh, that's good."

After a moment of silence, the man asked, "Can you tell me where the blueprints are?"

Jiang Sui sighed lightly, "In Candle Stick Hall."

"Candle Stick?" The green-robed young master frowned as his tone became sharper, "Why are you in Candle Stick Hall?"

Jiang Suo licked his chapped lips and nodded, "Yes, in Candle Stick Hall. Back then, Second Brother had planned to seize power from Candle Stick Hall. Of course, at that time, Candle Stick Hall was not called Candle Stick Hall, they were just a small assassination organization with dozens of people. However, the internal energy that their hall master was practicing was one of the few cold internal energy in the martial arts world. In addition to that, the puppet devil that their second brother practiced could freeze the opponent's meridians in the blink of an eye. No matter how much inner strength one had, if one was caught off guard, they would still be tricked and their martial arts might even be wasted. The reward second brother offered was the blueprint of the Vermillion Bird Temple's divine beast guardian as well as a central core. And I did see second brother give the stuff to the snow drill. "

For the first time, the smile on Qingyi Young master's face had disappeared. The calmness in his eyes was replaced by coldness. His fingers hidden inside his sleeves were slowly clenching and cracking. The silhouette took a step forward and tried to persuade him. Hearing the sound of footsteps, the man in cyan raised his hand to signal the man not to come over, and said lightly, "Don't worry, I won't get angry that easily."

The silhouette hesitated for a moment before slowly retreating back to its original position. It did not try to persuade him otherwise.

The green-clothed young master raised his head and took a deep breath, suppressing his anger with great difficulty. His voice also became indifferent, "Where is he in Candle Stick Hall? Do you know any more? "

Jiang Suo shook his head, "You should also know that this matter is left to second brother. I don't know much about it." However, I am certain that the Vermillion Bird's blueprint is definitely in the hands of Xue Feng. "

The green-robed young master asked, "Are you sure?"

Jiang Suike knew that he did not believe him, so he shrugged and said, "It's been twelve years. I've destroyed my own face, why am I hiding in the Beggar's Gang? It can't be that second brother can't tolerate me, right? "In the end …" Jiang Suo sighed again and said no more, "This is all I can do for him."

The green-clothed gongzi squinted his eyes, but he could not tell if he was angry or he was scrutinizing, "You still call Lu Chuhan 'second brother' even now, but you're not willing to call the person you failed the most 'fifth brother'?"

Jiang Suo asked leisurely, "Didn't you not call him 'father' from just now?"

The green-robed young man's face slightly changed, then regained his composure, "I am not calling you because I am not fit to call you that."

"If even you say that you're not worthy, then don't you think that I'm even less worthy of calling him 'fifth brother'?" Or do you think it's better for me to call him Mistress? "

The green-robed young master was speechless.

Jiang Suo closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, they were filled with exhaustion, "It has already been twelve years, I don't want to judge what I've done. As for you, the one you should take revenge on is not me. Out of the five of us, only Yun Kai and I are left. Ask him what you want to know and he'll tell you. "Also, the Priestess of the Beggar Clan, under my bed, there is a mechanism. Inside the mechanism, there is a fragment of the Vermillion Bird Divine Beast's blueprint that I drew according to my memories."

The green-robed young master frowned, indicating for him to continue.

Jiang Sui said, "There is only one blueprint of the Vermillion Bird Divine Beast and it is in Xue Lian's hands. After so many years, they must have already created a mechanical beast. Therefore, the outcome of the Vermilion Bird will depend on what you plan to do. "

The green-clothed Young Master asked, "What good will it do you? "If you don't hand over the rest, I won't ask you for more."

Jiang Suo shrugged, "If I don't give it to you, it will slowly rot away." Just forgive me for a little bit, and at the same time, treat it as repayment for letting me die with this identity. "

The man in cyan opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but no words came out. He just turned around and said softly, "Shadow, let's go." Shadow nodded silently and followed.

"Wait a minute!" The green-clothed gongzi took a step but didn't turn around. He stood on the spot, waiting for Jiang Suo's next words.

Jiang Suo touched his face, a bitter smile on his face as he said, "If I hadn't thought of myself as smart and brought so many of my men down the mountain along the right path, wouldn't you have discovered my identity?"

"As long as you don't die, I will find you another day."

A hint of self-mockery appeared in Jiang Suo's eyes, "Back then, I really underestimated you."

The green-clothed gongzi sneered, "What I can offer is far more than what you can imagine. Changing her face would change her identity? Don't be naive. " He didn't linger and headed outside with large strides. Just like before, his steps were light and steady, and no change in his mood could be seen.

Did he not show joy or anger on his face, or did he really abandon his emotions?

It wasn't that his emotions hadn't been revealed, but that the changes in his emotions were too ordinary.

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Young Master Ren …

Sir Ren, I've been waiting for you for a long time.

Sir Ren, this is my best disciple, Feng Qiong.

"Feng Qiong? Not a bad name. " The overly tall man reached out his hand to stroke her hair. His movements were very light, and his voice was very pleasant to hear.

In his memory, there were even less faces that could not be seen clearly, to the point where he could not even sketch out their rough shape. However, he had a pair of beautiful hands, with slender joints, fair skin, and neatly trimmed fingernails. These hands were very nimble and light. It meant that... It didn't even make a sound when he put it away. It was as gentle as if it was a priceless treasure, just like the power he had placed on his head.

She vaguely remembered that he was very young. He might not even be thirty years old yet, right? But I heard him say that he already had four sons, and that his youngest was the same age as me. His son was eight years old, and he had three older brothers … How old was that young master Ren?

All he could remember of him was that in this small courtyard, there was a vague silhouette wrapped in a roll of paper in the shade of a tree, blurry and silent. Also, his Master would occasionally peek from afar and scold and laugh at the heads of his sisters who were clamoring to marry him.

A man who had become a father ran over to this place and read books … What a strange man.

"It's really strange …" Feng Qiong mumbled to herself as she woke up from her dream. The corners of her eyes were still wet with ice-cold tears that had flowed down from an unknown time.

Feng Qiong raised her hand and her fingertips lightly touched the moisture at the corners of her eyes, and she couldn't help but be slightly dazed.

Did he cry? Why?

Because of a person who had almost disappeared from his memory, was he crying?

Or was it not worth it because of the master who was waiting at the window for someone who would never come again?

Love was something that made one have nowhere to run.

Feng Qiong slowly stood up and walked to the window. Pushing it open, she slightly raised her head to look at the exceptionally bright full moon.

What could make a twenty year old girl willingly stay in the land of willow trees, hide her peerless beauty, hide her peerless talent, and wait for ten years. Ten years of love was only enough to make her stare at him from a distance. She didn't dare to say it, nor did she dare to ask for it.

After ten years of youth, the intelligence network that had been painstakingly developed throughout half of the martial arts world was waiting for news of a dead piece of paper and a willow tree that had died for no reason.

Is it worth it?

Feng Qiong extended her hand, allowing the moonlight to fall onto her porcelain white palm. The corner of her mouth revealed a bitter smile.

Who could say if it was worth it or not?

He couldn't bear the fact that his master's hard work had gone to waste, so he used this kind of method to continue to chase after his master's footsteps? Who knows what the road ahead will be like?

"Young master and young master Ren, what kind of relationship do you have?" Joan of Arc tossed her hair back and murmured.

A wisp of white and a wisp of green could not overlap at all.

Perhaps … He had misheard and thought too much.

If it wasn't for his master's painstaking wait, how could he remember the rare visits of a young master named Ren? Besides, how many young masters in this world could there be? What right did he have to think that the "Sir Ren" that Jiang Suo had spoken of was the one that he knew?

For no reason at all.

Feng Qiong's jade-like palm clenched slightly as she thought in her heart, "Jiang Suo, young master, and young master Ren only know of the three of them. No matter what, we'll send someone to investigate it tomorrow. "