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The Yinfeng Cave of the Niguang Sect is a small secret place, not within the Niguang Sect, but on a Xuanyin Island in Daze.
There are several outer disciples stationed on the island and patrolling on time.
As evening approached, the spirit boat could faintly see the outline of Xuanyin Island, but the spirit boat stopped. Two people from the Fang family saluted high in the sky, and the remaining few saw a middle-aged man standing on the clouds high in the sky.
"Where is the thing my son wants?"
Liang Yi smiled and said, "This is our fourth girl. She is always docile and well-behaved. She wants to meet Master Heng's requirements."
"Really?" The middle-aged man's voice floated down frivolously.
Then he reached down, and an invisible big hand strangled Zhao Ning's neck in the air. She didn't move and was left hanging in the air.
The man looked at Zhao Ning for a while and said, "She looks really good. However, my son has never seen any fairies and beauties. The little fairy he sent to relieve his boredom a while ago committed suicide within three days, which really spoiled my son's interest. A I don’t look down on mortal women, but Fang Wei is doing this just for your sake.”
Fang Wei smiled and bowed respectfully, "Grandpa was joking. It's what we should do to share his worries. I only hope that Master Heng can live a more comfortable life in isolation for these ten years."
"Yeah. That's right, you girl still wants to please people when you were in the clan." After saying that, he looked at Zhao Ning again, raised the corner of his mouth, and smiled evilly, "Little guy, live a few more days. Don’t waste your family master’s efforts.”
As soon as he finished speaking, he waved his hand and threw it away. The next moment, Zhao Ning was carried by a force and thrown into Xuanyin Island.
As soon as Zhao Ning landed on the beach of Xuanyin Island, she saw two disciples of the Neiguang Sect standing condescendingly beside her, looking very bad.
Ignoring Zhao Ning, they complained to each other.
"Why did the steward send in another woman? This time she doesn't even have any cultivation."
"Perhaps the fairy disappeared last time and the little family was very noisy. Manager Fang was too lazy to encounter that trouble again."
One of them lifted Zhao Ning up, and Zhao Ning reluctantly stood up and was pushed forward by them. They continued walking on both sides.
"You said that this steward is arrogant. The sect asked his son to be in a good confinement, but he felt sorry for his son who was suffering in the dark wind cave, so he used various methods to send girls to the island. If the sect discovers this, we will Those who guard Xuanyin Island will be in bad luck."
"Steward Fang is in charge of the outer sect and contributes to the tasks. If you dare to say anything more, you will be tortured to death by Steward Fang before the sect finds out. Is it possible that you don't have any training resources, so you can just endure it" Spending time in seclusion to practice hard? And have you forgotten what's wrong with Fang Heng? He got a weird special physique from nowhere. He goes crazy every once in a while and initiates bloodthirsty cannibalism. Without these women who were sent in, what do you think? Have you become this guy’s vent?”
"Okay. We just have to do a mission, and we can go back to the sect in the evening. Then it will have nothing to do with us."
Zhao Ning lowered his eyes, their conversation was floating in his ears, without any hesitation. He probably felt that Zhao Ning was just a dying thing.
But Zhao Ning felt a bit of joy in her heart at this moment. Such a cruel and violent person must not have been the god who protected her when she grew up. The "Fang Heng" who appeared that day might just be her misunderstanding.
Yinfeng Cave is located in a sinkhole in the center of the island. Before reaching the edge of the sinkhole, the wind was filled with cold, bloody and putrid stench, and the wind made a roaring sound from the sinkhole.
One of them glanced down at the edge of the pit and raised his eyebrows in surprise, "It seems a little quiet today."
He gave Zhao Ning a sympathetic smile and said, "Little girl, you're lucky. Your young master Fang didn't go crazy today."
Another person pushed Zhao Ning to the edge of the pit and warned in a cold voice, "If you enter the dark wind tunnel, don't even think about running out. Save yourself some dignity."
Saying that he didn't even want to carry him around the edge of Yinfeng Cave, he directly pushed Zhao Ning in.
Fortunately, the edge of the sinkhole was not sharp due to the constant wind erosion. Zhao Ning followed the edge and avoided several protruding rocks before falling to the bottom.
It kept falling. When I stood at the bottom and looked up, I couldn't even sense a trace of light. The wind at the bottom was even colder. The coldness swept through my body and my legs and feet were trembling.
Zhao Ning folded her arms and moved inside step by step. There was some crystal sand on the surface of the Yinfeng Cave. The crystal sand was glowing with dots of fluorescence, and the cave was not dark.
This also allowed Zhao Ning to see more clearly the countless scratches and old blood stains on the rock wall of Yinfeng Cave.
The further you go in, the denser the scratches become. Occasionally, you can see words carved by predecessors or Taoist teachings learned on the rock wall. This is actually a place where the cold wind sharpens the mind.
The wind in the cave came one after another. Just when Zhao Ning had penetrated a little deeper, the dark wind started up again, wrapping her up and blowing a fork in the cave. Zhao Ning touched the rock wall and fell down. The wind poured into her clothes, and her body was constantly chilled. Shivering, she hugged herself and rested for a long time, then stood up with support on the rock wall and went deeper into the fork.
After walking a few steps, Zhao Ning bumped into something under his feet and shrank back. Even though he had expected it, he was still startled. It was a skull. Going deeper, various broken limbs and remains hit his eyes.
Zhao Ning gritted his teeth and did not flinch. After advancing another thirty or forty feet, the dark wind rushed in carrying the rotten air. Based on his previous experience, Zhao Ning barely avoided the strong wind this time while holding the broken stone.
But the strong wind carried something to her feet. When she lowered her head, she saw another head, a woman's head that had not rotted away.
Zhao Ning could guess that this head should be the fairy mentioned by the two patrols on the island. The fairy died with her eyes closed, her face was severely injured, and the dents and bruises had made her look no longer beautiful.
She clenched her fists, held her chest slightly, and continued going deeper without stopping. The head and rotten stench told her that she was not far from her destination.
Sure enough, after half a cup of tea, at the corner, blood covered the crystal sand, blocking the fluorescence, so that the light of the crystal sand inside cast a shadow of a person.
Zhao Ning paused for a moment, hid her right hand in her sleeve, walked forward step by step, turned the corner, and saw a tall figure standing in a slightly wider area, with some corpses stacked not far from him.
But Zhao Ning froze again, only looking at the man's back, as if he overlapped with the tall and gentle god in his heart, but who else could stand here.
The man probably heard the sound, turned around, and his eyes fell on her. He still had the same arrogant and gloomy face, but his eyes were gentle.
"Fang Heng?" Zhao Ning asked, with an imperceptible tremor in his voice.
The man smiled, causing the gloom to dissipate a bit, but it seemed like he was acquiescing.
"Have you seen me?" Zhao Ning asked again.
He didn't answer, just called her in a low voice, "Come."
Fang Heng was getting closer and closer to the person in his heart like this, so much so that Zhao Ning's heartbeat slowed down a bit, as if he was frozen by the coldness of the Yinfeng Cave.
She walked closer slowly until she was in front of the man. She looked up at him and saw him reaching out and using his fingertips to wipe off the gouache of the ghost leaf juice on her cheek. It shouldn't be wiped off easily, but now this matter Already insignificant.
"This birthmark is a bit deeper."
The murmur of just seven words set off a storm in Zhao Ning's heart. This was a disguised admission.
Zhao Ning's birthmark only appeared when she was one year old, and was later covered up by the leaves of Dachun. Many people didn't even know that Zhao Ning had a large birthmark.
But the person in front of him knew, he even knew a little deeper. He had been there since then. Apart from the gods who had been guarding him, Zhao Ning had no other answer.
"The little fairy who was sent here to relieve his boredom committed suicide within three days, which really ruined my son's interest." "Weird special physique, he goes crazy every once in a while." Become this guy's vent"...
These comments about Fang Heng kept echoing in Zhao Ning's ears. She couldn't connect the gods in her heart with Fang Heng, but there seemed to be another voice saying, "Maybe he just doesn't show up because he goes crazy every once in a while." Maybe he is gentle when he is not crazy, but he is a beast when he is crazy..."
--Shut up.
Zhao Ning roared in his heart.
She stared at the other person and asked again, "Are you Fang Heng?" This time the question was serious, urgent, anxious, and even hiding emotions that were close to collapse, wanting to get a definite answer. , rather than those vague speculations and unspoken acquiescence.
All of Zhao Ning's thoughts and emotions could not escape his eyes, so he sighed in his heart, lowered his eyes, and answered, "Yes."
It was as if a huge tsunami surged up in my heart, drowning all emotions and thoughts. In an instant, the image that persisted in my heart disappeared, and the mountain-like belief collapsed inch by inch.
why? Zhao Ning didn't understand why that god-like, silently guarding immortal would be associated with such a violent person. Why was he Fang Heng?
If the Liang family's indifference and utilitarianism, the Liang Ji couple's partiality and ignorance, and Liang Xuandi's selfishness made Zhao Ning feel cold towards these people, if Zhao Ning once learned that she was not a biological blood of the Liang family, Zhao Ning felt nothing more than that. Even relief. However, at this moment, the grief and collapse far exceed the rupture of blood, family ties and even kindness.
The indifference of the Liang family is the silent companionship of the gods who have protected her for sixteen years.
The gifts that appear on the bedside every year on New Year's Day and birthdays, every injury can always be recovered overnight, and those that Liang Xuandi talks about, the sky will clear up every time you go out, and the fog will disappear every time you go into the mountains. , every time you are hungry, there will always be unexpected delicious food around you. When you are sleepy and tired, there will be cranes and deer to hold up your tired body...
But, why, after sixteen years of faith support, sixteen years of hard work to find the true deity, why did he end up like this?
"Zhao Ning, why are you here..." At this moment, the person in front of him suddenly lowered his head and asked.
It was like a thunderous reminder that suddenly pulled Zhao Ning away from those reminders. Why is she here? Because... because...
Zhao Ning swallowed those emotions and said as calmly and piously as possible, "I... met you on the boat that day... I heard that you were imprisoned here, and I wanted to come and accompany you, just like these sixteen years. , you have always been with me..."
She raised her eyes, the brilliance in her eyes was as bright as the stars, and she really expected it sincerely.
So, she smiled at the people in front of her, calmly and tolerantly, without any doubt.
Zhao Ning took a step forward, stretched out her hands and said, "Can I hug you?"
"good."
She was held in his arms, close to each other, Zhao Ning lay on her chest, just as warm as she had imagined countless times, and the heartbeat in her ears seemed to match her heartbeat.
Zhao Ning closed her eyes, hiding all her sorrow. At this moment, the other party's body suddenly stiffened, and the strength of the hug loosened a little. Zhao Ning slipped from his arms, and she took two steps back, holding her hands full. of blood.
He looked down and saw that a jade hairpin had penetrated his heart and blood was spreading. He didn't know whether it was the little girl's strength that was extraordinarily strong or the green bamboo and brocade hairpin that was extraordinarily sharp.
The broken heart was leaking out his vitality bit by bit. He raised his eyes and looked at Zhao Ning. Even though he didn't speak, Zhao Ning seemed to still have his doubts in his ears.
She wiped away the tears with her blood-stained hands, her face was stained, and the blood was wrapped in tears, as if she had finally regained her sanity. She swallowed her emotions and forced herself to calm down, her eyes cold.
"Fang Heng must die."
Zhao Ning said, "Only if you die will Manager Fang of the Niguang Sect go crazy. He will avenge his beloved son. He will make Liang Yi pay the price. The Liang family will not be able to turn around in a short time. He will make Liang and Ji will always live in endless fear."
She evoked a cold-blooded smile, "I exchanged the leaves of Dachun and entering the Yinfeng Cave for Liang Ji's upbringing, Liang Xuandi's companionship, and the Liang family's shelter. Then they will also You should pay the price for abandoning me, humiliating me, and harming me. This is... the reincarnation of cause and effect."
Zhao Ning thought that such words were cold-blooded, but there seemed to be pity and distress hidden in the other party's peaceful eyes.
She glanced away, until the moment the other person hit the ground, the crashing sound made her heart tremble, and her feelings, expectations, and desires were shattered.
After a while, Zhao Ning walked step by step to his body. She tentatively felt his breath and touched his jugular, but there was no response. She collapsed on the ground and froze beside his body for a long time.
She knew she shouldn't stay. His soul lamp was extinguished and the Fang family would soon know about his death. Even if there was a breath-hiding secret treasure made by Taikoo Lei Wen, she, a person without cultivation, could not hide it in Jindan Zhenren's body at close range. nearby.
Zhao Ning clenched her fist and pulled out the green bamboo and brocade hairpin that penetrated his heart. Blood was spattered all over her body. She held the hairpin and stared at the sharp tip that could pierce the Yuanying. She no longer hesitated. Holding both hands, he stabbed the target between his eyebrows.
The body is dead, but the soul remains, and it needs to be eradicated.
Until the green bamboo and brocade hairpins were completely submerged, Zhao Ning stood up, staggered back a few steps, then stopped looking or thinking, and ran towards the entrance of Yinfeng Cave.
With the Hidden Breath Secret Treasure on her body, she crawled out of the Yinfeng Cave. It was extremely late at night, without stars or moon, and a few streaks of light slowly passed through the high places. They were the supervisory disciples patrolling the mountain.
She carefully hid in the forest until she came across a mountain pool and washed away the blood all over her body, then she ran towards the edge of the island.
Probably when the task of guarding the island was handed over, a spiritual ship was docked on the shore.
The two people who escorted her to Yinfeng Cave during the day were talking to the two new arrivals. She walked around the reef from the other side to the sea, then used the double cover of night and secret treasure to approach the spirit ship and hid quietly. In the bottom warehouse.
After half a stick of incense, the spirit boat sailed out of Xuanyin Island and headed towards the depths of Daze.
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In the Yinfeng Cave, the dead body sat up, raised his hand and pressed it between his eyebrows. Silver light shimmered around him, and the green bamboo and brocade hairpin was forcibly pulled out.
The tearing pain spread across Yuan Ling, but he didn't take it to heart at all. On the contrary, it was the real heart, and the penetrating wound healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
He propped up one leg, put his arm on his knee, turned the green bamboo and brocade hairpin in his hand twice, and suddenly laughed, but quickly suppressed it.
He looked straight ahead, as if he could see through the mountains and woods the slow-moving spirit boat on the swamp, including Zhao Ning hiding in the spirit boat.
He stopped turning the hosta with his fingertips, held it tightly, stood up, and the hosta disappeared in his hand.
He did not leave, but glanced into the depths of the cave, then raised his hand and grabbed it from the air, and a stone-sealed man wrapped in the dark wind appeared.
The palms were slightly closed, and the stone seal on the man's body was broken, revealing the true appearance of the man. It was a man with disheveled hair and a violent look. His handsome appearance was completely destroyed by a pair of sinister eyes, and there was still blood at the corner of his mouth. Mince and broken bones.
