Cai Zhao couldn't help but admire it, "No wonder it is said that trees are hidden in the forest and great hermits are hidden in the city. Even if someone knew that Old Sect Leader Yin had left a secret note, they would not be able to find it even if they scratched their scalps."
Song Yuzhi thought the girl was mocking his grandfather, so he had to explain: "... Before her death, my mother said that these news were of great importance, and my grandfather was afraid that if others found out, he would cause trouble."
Cai Zhao shook one of the pieces of paper and said with a smile: "If this matter is leaked, the Si Qi Sect will indeed cause trouble."
——The old man Yang Yi, the former head of Siqi who has grown a tree on his grave, had an affair with his father's concubines when he was young. Why do you say 'them'? Because his father had eight concubines in total, and he had an affair with them. seven. Father and son have very similar interests.
Song Yuzhi glanced down and understood what the girl was talking about, and his handsome face suddenly turned red.
It should be said with appreciation that Senior Yin is a scholar with rigorous research.
For example, when it came to Yang Yi's affair with his father and his concubine, Yin Dai himself was only a disciple at the time and could not send anyone to eavesdrop under Mr. Yang's bed. He came to the conclusion by inferring various clues. The eighth concubine was convinced by the evidence. However, Yin Dai was very careful not to include her, and only wrote "His deeds are not visible".
"Your grandfather's writing is really good." Cai Zhao read several secrets from the past and found that the old man Yin's writing was vivid and eloquent, which was both thrilling and suspenseful, and also full of legendary romance. The young heroine Cai suddenly dreamed of returning to England. Gu, I suddenly realized that I was huddled in bed again, eating snacks and reading a storybook.
"Is the Purple Heart Sutra recorded on this paper?" Finally she remembered the business and found a piece of thin paper with a lot of white space under her elbow.
Song Yuzhi said with a complicated expression: "Yes."
Unlike other rambling secrets, the "Purple Heart Sutra" is recorded on a separate piece of paper.
Yin Dai did not explicitly say that this was the evil Kung Fu practiced by Nie Hengcheng in his later years. He only said that "the old demon sect has passed down a Kung Fu called "Purple Heart Sutra", which is very powerful but very evil."
Based on his several years of open and covert investigations, he even put the dead soldiers he had painstakingly raised one after another into the Demon Cult to do detailed work. He also forcibly read through the records of his ancestors left in the six sects, and after summarizing the information, he came to several conclusions——
"Purple Heart Sutra" is a magical technique passed down by Mu Xiujue, the first leader of the Demon Sect. Not only can he know it, but his eldest son can also do it. However, shortly after his death, his frail eldest son also unexpectedly died prematurely, and then his third son Mulan Yue, who was still in his weak years, succeeded to the throne.
However, Mulan Yue was unable to practice the "Purple Heart Sutra".
Lijiao claimed that the other children of Mu Xiujue had gone away to live in seclusion, but in fact this was only half true.
It is true that they do not like disputes in the world and have intentionally left the Hanhai Mountains early. However, as martial arts practitioners, they will not stop practicing. However, most of them went crazy while practicing the "Purple Heart Sutra" and either died or became disabled.
Seeing the tragic end of his brothers and sisters, Mulan Yue had no choice but to announce to future generations that the "Purple Heart Sutra" could not be practiced. However, because he was reluctant to part with his father's relics, he did not destroy the secret book of the Heart Sutra.
Unexpectedly, when it was passed down to the sixth-generation leader Mu Song, he had a son with extraordinary talents. He was the perfect candidate to succeed the leader. He seemed to have mastered the "Purple Micro Heart Sutra", but soon passed away mysteriously, and the cause of death is unknown.
Later, Mu Song fell seriously ill. After recovering from the illness, he burned down a garden on the mountain behind the Paradise Palace with his own hands. After that, he began to indulge in Taoism and alchemy until he died suddenly in the alchemy room. Later, the sons-in-law competed for the throne, and Mu Yinong won with the help of his adopted brother.
The records in the "Purple Heart Sutra" ended here. Yin Dai wrote a line of small words at the end: "I have read the old paper many times, but I have never heard of any mass killings at that time."
Cai Zhao was shocked and raised his head: "In other words, Mu Song's son does not need to absorb the internal energy of many masters like Nie Hengcheng to practice the "Purple Micro Heart Sutra"?!"
"Yes." Song Yuzhi said, "If what Lu Chengnan said is true, then Nie Hengcheng must have practiced wrongly."
Cai Zhao murmured, "How did that person do it? It's not easy to deceive a great man like Nie Hengcheng..." She thought of something else, "It turns out that Old Sect Master Yin had known that something was wrong with Nie Hengcheng's practice."
"More than that." Song Yuzhi handed over another thin piece of paper, "Grandpa also calculated that Nie Hengcheng has at most three to five years to live."
After Lu Chengnan was injured and ran away, Nie Hengcheng became more violent and violent, killing without restraint. However, no matter how crazy he was, he still needed to see a doctor for minor illnesses such as cold and headache. In order to keep his physical condition secret, Nie Hengcheng naturally would not let these doctors survive. However, he did not know that among these doctors who died in vain were two of Yin Dai's dead soldiers.
The two dead men checked Nie Hengcheng's pulse one after another, and passed the key information through the secret line in the sect before his death. Based on this, Yin Dai concluded that Nie Hengcheng's mind had collapsed, his meridians were disordered, and his life was not long.
"After my grandfather discovered that Nie Hengcheng was practicing strange skills, he spent several years burying a secret line within the Demon Sect, which almost exhausted all his most powerful confidants." Song Yuzhi whispered, "If not for this, he Nor will he die tragically in a trap attack by Zhao Tianba and Han Yisu."
Cai Zhao realized: "So your grandfather was not sure that my aunt could kill Nie Hengcheng, but that even if my aunt couldn't kill Nie Hengcheng, Nie Hengcheng wouldn't live for a few more years, so he didn't deploy more people to help my aunt..."
Song Yuzhi was ashamed: "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry."
Cai Zhao's heart was up and down, she suppressed her indignation, stood up and walked a few steps. Finally, she sat down again with a slight trembling: "Third senior brother, don't think too much. Even if my aunt knew this, she would go to Tushan to kill Nie Hengcheng." . When Old Thief Nie went crazy for one year, the martial arts world would have been filled with blood. If he went crazy for another three to five years, I don’t know how many innocent people in the world would die."
Song Yuzhi became increasingly ashamed, but he did not defend himself and just suffered it silently.
Thinking of Cai Pingshu, who was sallow and haggard and lingering on the sickbed, Cai Zhao turned her head and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes. She pressed her heart and tried her best to calm her breath. After taking a few breaths, she said: "Third senior brother, I want to see the files of the demon sect's activities in those years."
"Yes, yes." Song Yuzhi said hurriedly, "These are not in the secret notebook, they are all in the files recorded by the sect."
He paused and said, "I have always wanted to publish these notes, but I was worried that my grandfather's reputation would be damaged, so I thought that I would add these notes to the sect's register after I became a master."
In the next few days, Cai Zhao carefully read the records of those years, but Song Yuzhi became more and more anxious because he sent Guangtianmen to inquire about his father's carrier pigeon, but there has been no reply so far.
"Third senior brother, please don't keep walking around. It makes me dizzy. With Guangtianmen's confidence, unless Yang Heying's personal and material evidence is complete, who can do anything to embarrass your majesty?" Cai Zhao lowered his head and flipped through the files. There was nothing he could find. comfort.
At this time, Fan Xing's family suddenly rushed in, panting and saying: "Third senior brother is not good! The disciples near Guangtianmen came to report that Master Yang of Siqimen found evidence that your family used living people to refine corpse slaves. ! Not only did they dig up the corpses of villagers who died from Guangtianmen’s sword moves, they also captured more than a dozen corpse puppet slaves!”
Cai Zhao was stunned for a moment, "It turns out that the real person got both the stolen goods and the stolen goods." - He was really a crow's mouth.
Song Yuzhi suddenly turned pale.
"Master Li has sent a letter to Master. He asked me to inform you." Fan Xingjia wiped the sweat on his forehead with his sleeves.
Song Yuzhi calmed down and said, "I'm going to ask Uncle Li to resign. I want to go home. Xingjia, please come with me. There won't be many injuries. I'll need you then."
Fan Xingjia was startled. Although he said it was okay, he was actually not willing to do so.
With a thought in his mind, Cai Zhao tapped his finger somewhere on the open file, stood up and said as if nothing had happened, "I'll go too, with more people and more helpers."
Song Yuzhi hesitated.
Cai Zhaoxiao was amiable: "Third Senior Brother, I am not bragging. I am sharp-tongued and have decent cultivation. No matter whether we are quarreling or fighting, I am a rare helper."
Song Yuzhi couldn't help but feel excited.
Cai Zhao added to his anger, "Third Senior Brother, think about it. Second Senior Brother followed Senior Sister Lingbo back to his hometown, and Fourth Senior Brother went out with his master. Senior Brother is busy in and out every day, and now you and Fifth Senior Brother are leaving too. I am the only one left in the inner sect, can you rest assured that I will be left alone?"
Song Yuzhi closed his eyes and said, "Okay, you can come too, but you are not allowed to talk to anyone in the Demon Cult, lest Master will be angry to death."
Cai Zhao smiled and said: "Third senior brother, don't worry. Apart from their leader, when have I ever dealt with anyone from the Demon Cult?"
Song Yuzhi felt that he was going to be angry to death first.
Fan Xing's family was not at ease either: "Junior Sister Zhaozhao, are you really separated from Mu?"
"That's natural." Cai Zhao promised, "We parted in a harmonious manner, without any resentment. From now on, the mountains are high and the rivers are long, and everyone is content with his destiny."
Song Yuzhi felt relieved, turned around before going out, took something out of his arms and put it in Cai Zhao's hand.
He smiled and said: "You rescued... that person before. I searched around the villages and towns where you escaped and found this one. I thought it was not good for your things to be left outside, so I redeemed them for you."
In Bai Shengsheng's palm was a delicate and slender gold chain, piled into a small ball. Cai Zhao forced a smile and clenched his palms: "Thank you so much, Third Senior Brother. If I don't have any money later, I can still do it again."
Song Yuzhi smiled: "With me here, how can I let you treat me like nothing?"
Cai Zhao casually threw the gold chain into his waist bag and said calmly: "That's right. How could I do the same stupid thing again."
Mu Qingyan stayed in Funiu Village for several days. He not only ordered people to repair the broken village gate, but also sent ghost doctor Lin Shu to cure Mrs. Xue's old illness. Xue Youfu was extremely moved, and Mu Qingyan sighed: "Mrs. Xue is kind and kind, and she should be respected by others. If my late grandmother, Mrs. Ouyang, had three points in the royal family, many things would be different..."
When he heard the words "Mrs. Ouyang", Xue Youfu's heart skipped a beat.
Mu Qingyan's watery eyes focused, "I know, and you also know, my grandmother's coffin is empty."
Xue Youfu immediately broke down in sweat: "That's because..."
"Where did Mu Zhengyang take her remains?" Mu Qingyan's voice was as calm as usual, but it was like a muffled thunder in the sky. Xue Youfu didn't dare to raise his head when he hit him, "Brother Zhengyang, he, he..."
Mu Qingyan said calmly: "Did Mu Zhengyang smash his bones into ashes and throw them into the sewer?"
Although he missed, it was not far off - upon closer inspection, the tragedy of Mu Zhengyang's life was caused by the intolerance and madness of his biological mother Ouyang Xue. According to Mu Qingyan, this revenge was not excessive.
Xue Youfu anxiously defended: "You can't blame Brother Zhengyang. He suffered so much for no reason. It's all because Mrs. Ouyang doesn't do human things! No matter what kind of temper a couple has, taking out innocent children, regardless of gender, I will never see a bastard. Kill one!"
Mu Qingyan's tone became gentler: "Master Xue, don't worry, I saved it - not all parents in the world are qualified to be parents. As a mother, Mrs. Xue is willing to endure any hardships for her children. Grandma But you angered the child for no reason, which eventually led to a catastrophe... Sigh... Mr. Xue, you must be filial to the old lady. She has suffered so much and deserves to live a long and healthy life."
These words almost brought Xue Youfu to tears.
Mu Qingyan said patiently: "Now that Nie Hengcheng is dead, you don't have to hide in this remote place to make a living as a bandit. If you are interested, I can find a place for you to live in a place with warm spring flowers. I can not only support the old lady, but also educate the children.”
Xue Youfu was so moved that he couldn't say a word.
Looking at the handsome face that was exactly the same as that of his best friend and brother, he suddenly felt a sense of closeness and understanding. He thought to himself that the leader of the cult should be less fierce and more powerful. How could such a young man suppress a group of monsters and monsters?
Early the next morning, Mu Qingyan was about to leave with everyone. Master Xue, who had been tossing and turning on the bed all night, came to see him off with a pair of black eyes. He hesitated several times and finally couldn't help but said when Mu Qingyan was about to step out of the village gate: "Please take a step to speak, Master Mu."
Mu Qingyan readily agreed.
"Master, do you still remember what I told you about the second meeting with Brother Zhengyang?" Xue Youfu's voice trembled slightly.
Mu Qingyan smiled: "Of course I remember that you said he was very happy and even sent a snow lingzhi to the old lady to nourish her body."
"Brother Zhengyang and I have known each other for so long, and I have never seen him so happy. There are few things in his life that he can be happy about." When I was confused, Brother Zhengyang mentioned a place..."
Mu Zhengyang is an extremely meticulous and cautious person, otherwise he would not have been able to lurk under Nie Hengcheng's nose for so long.
Although he and Xue Youfu had many conversations, they never involved specific names of people, places or events. Xue Youfu still doesn't know who the girl 'Xiao Shu' is. He even doesn't know where to look for Mu Zhengyang after he disappears.
Only that night - the initial successful plan, the happy lovers, everything seemed to be going in the right direction. Mu Zhengyang believed that he was about to escape from his bad luck, and he was really happy.
"Brother Zhengyang kept nagging me to take good care of my mother. There will be good days in the future. Then I said, 'My mother has been very strong recently, but you, don't brave the heavy snow to take risks in some bad place.'"
"Brother Zhengyang answered vaguely, 'No, no, I have to go to the snow swamp' or something..."
Mu Qingyan's eyes flashed: "Snow Swamp?!"
"Yeah, I was still thinking, are there swamps in snow-capped mountains?" Yes. Leader Mu, is this important?"
Mu Qingyan smiled and said: "No matter how important it is, it was already more than ten years ago."
…
After Xue Youfu walked away, You Guanyue came over and saw Mu Qingyan standing quietly on the edge of the cliff. He was about to step forward to report back when he heard Mu Qingyan say: "Get ready, let's pack lightly and go to the Blood Swamp."
You Guanyue didn't react for a moment: "What swamp?"
"Bleeding blood, blood swamp."
You Guanyue remembered the name and frowned: "It's that place."
Mu Qingyan's eyes flashed: "Yes, it is the blood swamp in the large claustrophobic forest behind the north mountain of Guangtianmen."
Chapter 124
When something urgent happened, Cai Zhao and three other people first rode the Tianyuan and slid along the towering mountains of Jiuli Mountain for more than a hundred miles. Then they changed horses and traveled three to four hundred miles a day. Whenever his muscles and bones were aching from being jostled on horseback, Cai Zhao would miss the two golden-winged giant rocs that looked ferocious but were actually docile.
After two and a half days of rushing, the three of them arrived at the huge city gate outside Guangtianmen. After entering the city in disguise, they saw a tense atmosphere in the city. Not only were the disciples of Guangtianmen and Siqimen at war with each other, but also the disciples of various branches within Guangtianmen. Be wary of each other, and there are many charlatans in different costumes appearing everywhere.
"If we, Guangtianmen, hadn't supported you all these years, Siqimen would have been so suppressed by Qiu Yuanfeng of Taichu Temple that we couldn't even lift our heads! Ha, now that you see Taichu Temple dying, do you think you can do it again? Well. Carrying a few broken coffins and daring to go to Guangtianmen to ask for an explanation is like taking advantage of a bear's heart and a leopard's courage, hahaha!" A young disciple wearing a vermilion robe embroidered with a golden sunrise screamed with laughter.
Song Yuzhi in the corner couldn't help but frown after hearing this.
The middle-aged man in black horse yellow clothes said loudly: "Don't brag. I know that Guangtian Clan has a large number of people, but there is no way to escape everything in the world! More than a dozen members of the Huangsha Gang's old gang leader's family died in unknown circumstances. No, this account must not be settled in such a vague manner! Now that the witnesses and material evidence are complete, the heroes in the world may not all wear the same pants as Song!"
Another disciple of the Guangtian Clan in Zhuyi Jinri said angrily: "Li, you should be careful what you say. Don't say 'Song' with your surname. Even though we have the same surname, they are direct descendants of the eldest son Maozhi. I call my slaves and maids." , Wearing gold and silver, we are very grand. We followed the third uncle and the cousin to live a simple life. In the past, when you were in glory, we didn't take advantage of it. Now that you have caused trouble, it won't involve us as much. "
