The funeral ceremony finally ended without incident.
The disciples of each sect had seen enough of the show and went back to their respective homes after the banquet. They left the Huyang sect's territory and were all rushing to return to their own sects within the day.
After all, the Huyang Sect had such a big incident, and many of their disciples were lost here, and they all left because they couldn't stay here any longer. Naturally, Ning Xia and other Wuhua sect disciples also had to leave. The few real people accompanying them seemed to be quite busy and were leaving in a hurry after the dinner.
Fortunately, Mu Di asked her to talk to her first, otherwise she would have been in trouble right now.
Before the dinner started, Mu Di came to see her alone. The visitor avoided many eyes and ears, so Ningxia hesitated and invited Lin Pingzhen to come with her.
When they arrived at the appointed place, they found that Mu Di had been waiting there for a long time.
At this time, he changed into a pair of cyan clothes with complex patterns and exquisite embroidery, vaguely aura, youthful yet majestic.
But when one sinks, even wearing bright clothes no longer feels that way. Today's Mu Di is True Lord Taihe and the head of the Huyang Sect. There is really no overlap with the past.
Ning Xia stood in front of him and was a little afraid to talk to him. He was too majestic and not an acquaintance. She was still glad that she had just taken the trouble to invite Lin Pingzhen to come with her. Otherwise the scene would be called an embarrassment, how ugly it would be.
"You are here." He turned his back to the door, but Zhenjun Nascent Soul's cultivation was so profound that he noticed it immediately.
"I've met True Lord Taihe." Ning Xia and Lin Pingzhen saluted and stood not far away.
Looking at the slightly sad eyes that Madi looked over, she also felt a feeling that things were different and people were different.
"I didn't expect everything to develop like this." He suddenly let out a short laugh, a bit sharp, and seemed to be very emotionally unstable, which made Ning Xia a little surprised.
"I'm sorry, I just think it's a bit ridiculous and I think I'm ridiculous. I apologize for affecting you."
What else could the two Ningxia people say? Naturally, they just waved their hands and said it didn't matter. But I secretly felt that this young man might have been under too much pressure. The heavy burden was thrown at him without any regard for his original ability to bear it and did not adjust.
The reed pipe really didn't adjust. To this day, there is a huge boulder weighing on his heart that he cannot break free from, which makes him feel painful and confused.
Although on the surface everything has passed with dignity, those embarrassing facts have been covered up with enough gorgeous fig leaves, and there is no trace of anything inappropriate from the outside. But as the executor and recipient, Mu Di is still suffering. Precisely because he understands everything, he suffers more than others.
No matter what the outside world speculates, positive or malicious, only Mu Di will always know the truth. As for Zhaowa Zhenjun's youngest son, when he grows up, he will probably think that Zhaowa Zhenjun died in a battle between good and evil.
It's not that no one has maliciously speculated that the true monarch of Zhaohe died in the struggle for power, and some evildoers even arranged that his eldest disciple took advantage of the chaos in the Huyang sect to kill his own master, kidnap his younger brother, and seize the position of leader. It sounds like it's true, and everyone seems to be immersed in the scene.
But one thing they guessed right was that the death of Lord Showa was closely related to Madi. Although it is not a conspiracy, the death of Lord Showa is inextricably linked to Madidi.
Moreover...Medidi was also the last person Showa Makoto saw before his death. However, these were all covered up by the senior leaders of the Huyang Sect, and the high-ranking and powerful people such as Ling Che and Ming Du unanimously remained silent and silently supported. Only then did Madi successfully take over the position of leader.
How did Lord Showa die? If you really tell me, no one will believe it.
Mu Di can still remember that night, the bloody ground, the withered yellow hand that was still tightly clutching his hand, the expression of unbearable pain but relief, and the man's plaintive plea, begging him to be obedient.
He was miserable, powerless, confused, and self-loathing. He had never hated himself so much for being so rational, and hated himself for being so obedient.
He has always been obedient and did everything the master asked him to do. He has lived for the sect and the master all his life. But today he really didn't want to obey.
……Why? Why do you have to force him to make a choice like this? Or is it such a painful choice? There is simply no choice.
She does. The same is true for Master.
Therefore, after killing his fiancée with his own hands that day, he was now asked to send his master, who he served like a father, to pass away with his own hands. How cruel.
But he doesn't have a choice, does he? Even his own destiny does not belong to him, how can he deceive himself and others. He should have known a long time ago that any genius with outstanding talent or senior brother that everyone praises is just a doll manipulated by fate.
What is hateful is that the person who unconsciously promoted all of this was the Huyang Sect who carefully nurtured him and gave him a place to belong to. It was the master who truly loved him and treated him like his own son. Even his junior brothers and sisters, who he usually cares about, are shackles that bind him, forcing him to move forward with blood debt.
He had nothing, but he was willing to be the bearer, swallowing all the pain and having nowhere to vent it.
The moment the blade pierced the flesh, blood spurted onto his face, and the vigorous power was transmitted along the cold blade into his body, with a familiar warmth and an undetectable chill.
His mind, which was blank for a moment, finally realized what he had done. For the first time, the master's appreciative and gratifying eyes did not make him feel excited at all. Instead, he felt cold all over. The hand holding the dagger was trembling. The hand that almost slipped was touched by the withered and cold hands of the True Lord Zhaohe. Caught in a tight grip, unable to break free.
What is he doing? Is he crazy? He should be crazy! Why is there such a ridiculous thing? But such absurdity did happen to him, and it was outlined with bloody facts.
This is killing the master. This terrible fact overwhelmed him and he was about to die on the spot.
But Showa held his trembling fingertips with his bloody hands and told him softly that it was not his fault and that he was right. Good boy... granted his wish.
For the sect... for the hope of rising...
But Master...what about you?
And me?
Senior brother Mu Di died that night, and he went with his master. There is only True Lord Taihe in this world, the head of the Huyang Sect.
...Hahaha...Hahaha, their whole family, real or fake, are all dead. It's really ridiculous.
Seeing Ningxia again, the person involved in this incident had mixed feelings for a while, and couldn't help but reveal the truest emotions hidden deep in his heart.
He doesn't blame Ning Xia, and he doesn't have the right to blame her. Without her, the peace previously concealed by falsehoods would soon erupt, with immeasurable consequences. Ningxia helped them, but they took advantage of the situation and made this situation.
If we have to say it, he is the real sinner, isn't he? The person who has all the vested interests.
Sure enough, as the man said, his heart was indeed cold.
