Not only did Ding Xiaoyi not expect this outcome, but even Jian Wuchen and others did not expect this outcome. They thought that Ding Xiaoyi's disrespect for the headmaster would definitely anger the headmaster.
The consequences of angering the headmaster can be imagined. Even the headmaster came to Sword Artifact Peak in person, and all the top officials of the Sword Pavilion came to Sword Artifact Peak.
It's just that it's not a punishment for Ding Xiaoyi, but giving him the leader's token that symbolizes the supreme power of the Jiange.
Looking at the headmaster token in his hand, Ding Xiaoyi's eyes flickered. He didn't know what kind of medicine the headmaster was selling in his gourd.
Judging from the words and deeds of the headmaster, it seems that he does not have the slightest ill will towards Ding Xiaoyi, but is trying to protect him by going astray.
The crimes Ye Heng committed in Jiange can no longer be described as extremely heinous. Why does the headmaster see it but cannot restrain it?
All the members of Sword Peak were brutally murdered, and not a single person was left alive. This was already the most serious matter in the Sword Pavilion.
The headmaster asked him to track down the murderer, which puzzled him. There were no clues left at the scene, not even the remaining breath. The cultivation of these disciples of Sword Peak was too weak.
The disappearance of the peak lords Shuye and Wei Chunyang cast a mysterious and strange veil on the Sword Peak tragedy.
What is the truth? Not only Ding Xiaoyi was secretly thinking, but even Jian Wuchen and others were also secretly thinking that Jiange might really change.
"Okay, I'm relieved to see you're fine. Let's go back first," Jian Wuchen said to Ding Xiaoyi, who nodded with a grateful expression on his face.
Zhan Yuanxiu patted Ding Xiaoyi on the shoulder, saying nothing. Yao Yao stood timidly behind Zhan Yuanxiu, her beautiful eyes moving but she didn't know what to say.
"By the way, Miss Ye has left the Jiange Pavilion. She said she has some things to deal with. She will come to find you when you leave the Jiange Pavilion. She said she can find you." Zhan Yuanxiu suddenly said to Ding Xiaoyi.
Ding Xiaoyi couldn't help being startled when he heard this. He didn't see Ye Qingqing and Zhan Yuanxiu coming together, and he thought Ye Qingqing was not interested in such things.
He originally wanted Ye Qingqing to investigate the scene, because the Soul Clan had some secret techniques that could restore what happened at the scene.
The souls of these Sword Peak disciples who died tragically should be able to be found. He could be told some clues, but he didn't expect Ye Qingqing to actually leave.
"You have been busy participating in the sword competition, so Miss Ye didn't come to see you to say goodbye." Zhan Yuanxiu explained to Ding Xiaoyi with a chuckle. After that, he took out an exquisite bell from his storage bag. To Ding Xiaoyi.
Ding Xiaoyi took the bell and couldn't help but feel emotional. Ye Qingqing might have encountered something difficult.
This soul-attracting bell was given to Ye Qingqing by herself. She originally wanted to use the soul-attracting bell to find Guo Huaian's lost soul.
Although Guo Huaian's lost soul has been revealed, he currently cannot enter that place.
This is the test given to him by Gu Yanning. Only by obtaining the sword head in the Sword Competition will help him enter the Abyss of the Emperor's Fall.
"This bell is so beautiful," Yao Yao on the side finally couldn't help but look at the soul-inducing bell in Ding Xiaoyi's hand and said.
"Okay, stop making trouble. Let's go back. I'll leave the rest of this place to you." Zhan Yuanxiu patted Yao Yao on the head, and then said to Ding Xiaoyi.
"Thank you all," Ding Xiaoyi nodded and said to everyone.
"Don't worry, there will be a council of elders to handle the funeral arrangements later. Let's go back first." Jian Wuchen's graceful demeanor was as graceful as the bright moon that day, and he comforted Ding Xiaoyi.
After saying that, he took Yun Wangchuan into the sky. Yao Yao waved to Ding Xiaoyi, then left with Zhan Yuanxiu.
Looking at the figures leaving, Ding Xiaoyi felt a warm current flowing through his heart. Maybe this is the value of life, drinking and talking is one kind, and being in the same boat is another.
They were the only warmth he had left in Jiange. He knew that he would not stay in Jiange for too long, and he would leave Jiange soon.
Piles of blazing fire illuminated the endless night like day. The dancing flame reflected Ding Xiaoyi's resolute face.
He watched as corpses were placed on top of the fire, and the corpses soon turned into a pile of ashes.
Several skillful elders quickly collected the piles of ashes. The fierce fire reflected half of the sky red.
Each porcelain altar was filled to the brim, and an atmosphere of sadness arose spontaneously. Ding Xiaoyi took out the soul-inducing bell in his hand. There was a spiritual consciousness in the soul-inducing bell. It should be said that Ye Qingqing's soul power was left in the soul-inducing bell.
A light and fluttering figure emerged. Ding Xiaoyi looked at this cold and beautiful girl, and he seemed to feel that Ye Qingqing was beside him.
The soul power raised its eyes and looked around, and then the soul power went towards the depths of the Sword Peak building complex.
Ding Xiaoyi knew that Ye Qingqing's soul power must have discovered something. He had no choice but to let Ye Qingqing's soul power sink into the buildings of Sword Peak. He just waited quietly.
The three remaining Sword Artifact Peak disciples looked at Ding Xiaoyi timidly. Sword Artifact Peak had suffered a tragic incident, and they followed Ding Xiaoyi's lead in everything.
What's more, Ding Xiaoyi still has the leader's token in his hand. That token can mobilize all the power of the sword pavilion. No sword peak can go against the will of the leader's token.
The fire burned for several hours, and then all the bodies of the deceased in Jianqi Peak were burned. Exquisite porcelain altars appeared next to Ding Xiaoyi.
Looking at the Sword Peak disciples who turned into a pile of ashes, Ding Xiaoyi took out a bottle of wine from the Qiankun bag, and then sprinkled the wine on the ground.
"Brothers, you can rest assured. The blood debt of Sword Artifact Peak will definitely be repaid with blood. After drinking this glass of wine, whether you are reincarnated or fall into that hell, I, Ding Xiaoyi, will respect your choice." Ding Xiaoyi said. He couldn't help but murmur to himself, and the wine flowed down like a string of crystal pearls.
The breeze blows, the cold moon shines slantingly, and only the aroma of wine floats between heaven and earth.
The earth is speechless, the jungle is speechless. Ding Xiaoyi seemed to see ghosts standing in front of him.
They were speechless, they were speechless, they just looked at Ding Xiaoyi quietly.
"I just like making swords. Although my cultivation talent is not good, many senior sisters like the swords I make. In the future, I will definitely make a unique sword and give it to my favorite senior sister." A fat man Senior Brother Dun's words were still echoing in Ding Xiaoyi's ears, but at this moment, he had turned into a jar of ashes.
"Disciples like us don't have any ambitions. We are just satisfied to watch our brothers practice with the swords we forged every day." An ordinary Sword Peak disciple does not have any great ambitions. His only goal is to My wish is to see the sword I forged flourish in the hands of others.
There are also many words from Sword Peak disciples lingering in Ding Xiaoyi's ears. He looked at the porcelain altars and the corpses turned into piles of ashes, and his heart seemed to be blocked.
He wanted to scream loudly, and he wanted to vent all the anger in his chest. However, the blood revenge has not been avenged, so he cannot let these Sword Peak disciples die in vain.
"Senior Brother Ding, there are a total of eighty-one corpses here and a total of eighty-one porcelain altars. Do you want to count them?" A Jiange elder who was handling funeral affairs said respectfully to Ding Xiaoyi.
These elders are all older than Ding Xiaoyi. But Ding Xiaoyi held the master's token, and they didn't know how to call him, so they had to call him senior brother.
"No need to count, please excuse me." Ding Xiaoyi said to the elders with a gloomy face.
"Okay, let's take all these ashes away. If Senior Brother Ding wants to pay homage, go to the Jiange Heroes Building. All the sacrificed Jiange disciples rest in peace in the Heroes Building." The elder flashed a light in his hand, and beautifully All the white porcelain altars fell into his storage bag.
"Thank you. I will definitely go to the Heroes Tower to worship them when I have time." Ding Xiaoyi said to the other party, holding a sword in salute.
The elders nodded, then rose into the sky, and quickly disappeared into the vast night.
After the group of elders who were dealing with the funeral left Sword Peak, Ding Xiaoyi returned to the lonely pavilion.
He was holding a wine gourd in his hand and was taking big gulps of wine.
"Senior Brother Ding, let's go and rest first," the three remaining Sword Peak disciples said to Ding Xiaoyi, holding their swords in salute.
They were already mentally and physically exhausted. After struggling for most of the night, another tragic incident occurred at Sword Peak. Their cultivation level is not high and they are already exhausted.
"Have you thought carefully about whether you want to stay or go?" Ding Xiaoyi asked the three of them again as he had a clear view of their expressions.
The three of them hesitated for a moment and didn't seem to want to answer in a hurry.
"You guys go and have a rest. Just reply to me tomorrow." Ding Xiaoyi waved to the three of them and said. The three of them then retreated and returned to their residence.
Ding Xiaoyi didn't feel sleepy at all. He was alone and lonely. The cold night in the lonely pavilion just reflected his state of mind.
The loneliness and coldness can only be relieved by turbid wine. But the grief and anger in my heart can only be transformed by blood. Ding Xiaoyi only felt that the strong wine in his throat was getting more and more pungent.
Just like the Shaodaozi he drank in Liangzhou City, the stamina and intensity made his whole body feel like it was filled with flames.
The breeze was blowing and the cold moon was lingering. Ding Xiaoyi just sat in that lonely pavilion all night. When he woke up, his brain felt like it was splitting.
He didn't know how much wine he drank last night. He just felt that the wine in the wine gourd that Master left for him seemed to be endless and he could never finish it.
His brain was filled with swelling and pain, and fierce sword intent surged around Ding Xiaoyi's body. The sword intent evaporated all the alcohol in his body.
Only then did his brain get better. He stood up helplessly, and there was a red color behind him. It was the blood-evil aura from yesterday that merged with the rising sunlight, forming a layer of red light.
Ding Xiaoyi still had a game, so he simply cleaned himself up, then turned into a ray of light and headed towards the central square of Jiange.
When he came to the central square of Jiange, he found many disciples of Jiange whispering to him. His face was calm and unwavering, and he went straight to the small square in front of the square.
