Yan Shisan's unexpected intervention averted the conflict between Gao Tong and Murong Qiudi, but after Murong Qiudi left, he found Zhu Yeqing who had been waiting for him, wearing a golden mask and a blood-colored robe.
"Xiaozhu, use your people to be optimistic about Gao Tong and Yan Shisan, and Qixingtang will not interfere."
Hearing this, Zhu Yeqing nodded. The Tianzun he established was originally to serve Murong Qiudi and deal with matters that Qixingtang could not interfere with. Now Yan Shisan intervenes. Although Qixingtang is not afraid of the other party, there is no need to provoke the other party. With Tianzun There are people watching secretly. Even if they find out, it doesn't matter.
At this time, Yan Shisan and Gao Tong came to a small restaurant after leaving the original inn. After ordering two dishes, they sat opposite each other. Then Yan Shisan told Gao Tong about his current physical condition.
In this regard, although Gaotong was surprised that Yan Shisan was dead soon, he still gave him the same answer as Murong Qiudi, that is, he did not know the exact time when Ji Mo came here.
"Really? Don't you know the exact time?" Yan Shisan took a long breath, and after drinking a glass of wine, he murmured: "I don't know if I can wait until he comes back to treat me. If I really can't wait, then I won't. It's just that my life is not good, but fortunately, I have prepared a tomb for myself...".
Yan Shisan's muttering to himself was heard by Qualcomm. After being silent for a few seconds, Qualcomm asked, "Where do you live now?".
"The flower forest in Nanshan is a good place I just found yesterday. The birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant. You can come and sit here if you have time." Yan Shisan smiled brightly and added: "Get familiar with the road first, and you can help me restrain my body when the time comes."
Gao Tong was stunned, then raised his glass to Yan Shisan, and drank it all in one gulp because of the other person's indifference.
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Just when Murong Qiudi and Yan Shisan were worried about Ji Mo, Ji Mo still used his third identity to challenge all the way and headed towards the sea of suffering.
Until ten days later, when the end of the season came to the outskirts of Kuhai Town, he happened to see the useless Aji.
Useless Aji, what kind of person would have a useless three-character prefix in front of his name?
When such a name is mentioned by everyone, everyone will show disdain. Who would have thought that the other person is Xie Xiaofeng, the third young master of Shenjian Villa? A peerless swordsman?
In front of a Buddha statue that was entangled with withered vines, his face could no longer be seen clearly, his eyes were blocked by the withered vines, and he could see the suffering of the world. Aji knocked his head heavily on the ground, his expression dull, like a piece of dead wood drifting with the tide, without any trace of it. angry.
Once, twice, three times, until he lowered his head again and his forehead was about to touch the ground. When he saw a pair of feet in front of him, he stopped and slowly raised his head. After all, he I am worshiping Buddha, not the owner of these feet.
"What are you begging for?" A curious yet cold voice appeared in Aji's ear.
"Don't ask for anything, there is nothing to ask for..." Aji's words were very clear every word, but they were also filled with deep tiredness.
"Haven't you figured it out yet?" Ji Mo squatted down, and the black iron mask shining with cold color caught Aji's eyes.
"What?" Aji was stunned by this sentence, and a look of doubt appeared in his confused eyes, which seemed to be blocked by a layer of dust.
"Jianghu, wherever there are people, there are rivers and lakes. And you want to leave the rivers and lakes, but where can you run? Where there is no one?" The voice was cruel, like a bloody knife, revealing the bloody truth. , which made Aji's heart shrink involuntarily, as he wanted to leave the world.
"Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes?" Aji chewed this sentence repeatedly, chewed it into pieces, and swallowed it in his stomach. As he understood it, a trace of bitterness slowly emerged from his heart, making his numb face appear. made a bitter expression.
"You think you can leave the Jianghu by giving up the sword in your hand, but do you know whether the Jianghu wants to let you go? Do you think the Jianghu is an inn, you can step in if you want, and leave if you want to leave? Too naive Got it!"
"When you are in the world, you can't help yourself. Haven't you realized this?"
Ji Mo's words were like knives, cutting through Aji's heart that wanted to escape. He suddenly felt that it was in vain whether he stayed anonymous, put down his sword, or told himself not to kill anyone again, because he He has never left the world.
Aji's face twisted for a while. He felt that the man in front of him wearing a black iron mask had shattered the idyllic spiritual world he had built for himself.
Is he still unable to escape?
No, I don't believe it...
Aji whispered.
At this moment, a sneer broke the solemn atmosphere between the two, allowing Aji to temporarily recover from the 'poisonous chicken soup' he was given at the end of the season.
But Ji Mo frowned slightly when he saw the visitor and slowly stood up.
"Leng Yue Sword?" A young man in purple robe asked slowly while looking at Ji Mo, and slowly pulled out the sword in his hand as he spoke.
"You want to kill me?" The corners of Ji Mo's mouth raised slightly under his mask, and another whetstone was presented to him.
"That's right!" Looking at the man who had just turned twenty, he smiled proudly and said, "You have risen too fast during this period. As long as I kill you, I can have your reputation and I can save money." A lot of effort!”.
Hearing this, Aji, who was still kneeling on the ground, shook slightly, as if he saw the people who challenged him in the name of his name before, and the lonely souls who died under his sword.
Ji Mo smiled faintly and asked, "Are you ready?".
"Of course!" The man's lips curled up, his pride clearly revealed.
The next second, a cold light as cold as moonlight flashed through, and the pride at the corner of the man's mouth turned into fear. Looking at Ji Mo who had sheathed the knife, the blood on his neck sprayed out like a column of blood, in front of the Buddha statue. A piece of red was sprinkled.
"It seems that you are not ready to face death yet..." Ji Mo whispered, a little dissatisfied with the weak whetstone that came to his door. He glanced at Aji, who was still kneeling in front of the Buddha statue, and turned around to leave. .
But just as he took a step forward, Aji, who was kneeling, shouted loudly: "Don't you have any burden to kill people like this!?".
"Burden?" Ji Mo seemed to have heard some funny question and walked up to Aji and asked: "He wants to kill me, why can't I kill him?".
"You are stronger than him, you don't have to kill him..." Aji looked under the black iron mask, with eyes that had no fluctuation at all, like a deep pool, waiting for the other party's answer, as if he was asking about his past self. , asking myself why I killed those people, why I killed those who could have been spared.
