Kneeling in front of Hua Chengyi's grave, Wang Wu argued desperately: "I was acting under orders, and in the Imperial City, I am just a small role in the Meng Mansion looking after the home and the courtyard. You should go to Meng Wuhen."
It took a long time until Huajiao replied to her husband and said that she was about to go out.
Li Xiuyuan sighed, looked at him and replied: "Why do you want to kill Hua Shangsheng? He has a grudge against you for killing your father? For taking away your wife?"
Logically speaking, Li Xiuyuan did not know Hua Yiyi before. He only learned from Hua Jiao's mouth that his younger brother was an infatuated man.
Unexpectedly, because my sister wanted to go into the mountains to collect elixirs, she sold the money to marry her brother.
In just a few days, they ended up being separated forever.
Wang Wu, who was much taller than Li Xiuyuan, knelt in front of the grave with a look of despair on his face.
He shouted in horror: "I just followed Meng Wuhen's orders, how could you take it out on me? What on earth do you want to do?"
Under a snowy moon, only Wang Wu's screams could be heard in the huge mountains, echoing in the quiet night. He felt like he was going crazy.
No matter whether he was shouting or roaring, he just wanted Li Xiuyuan to spare his life.
"I'm just a dog raised by the Meng family, please let me go..."
After roaring for a while, Wang Wu saw that the young man in front of him stopped saying anything. Wang Wu thought that Li Xiuyuan had softened his heart, so he shouted: "You can't kill me, I can take you to find Meng Wuhen."
Shaking his head gently, Li Xiuyuan turned around and walked towards the temple.
He has already seen Huajiao, and he is going to deal with another guy who is not a murderer. Here, let Huajiao deal with it himself.
Watching the young man turn and leave, Wang Wu's face was full of shock and confusion. He was half-dead here, how could you leave like this?
At this moment, a voice came from the other side of the tomb: "Are you Wang Wu of the Meng Mansion?"
Before he finished speaking, Huajiao, dressed in white as snow, walked over, holding an iron sword in his hand, an iron sword that he took from the gentleman when he and Li Xiuyuan passed by.
Wang Wuyi didn't react for a while. He looked at Huajiao coming through the snow and subconsciously responded: "Yes, please help me, I will thank you."
Hearing these words, Huajiao suddenly burst into tears.
The miserable cries caused the snow on the trees around the solitary grave to rustle down as soon as they heard the sound.
She endured it again and again, and she endured it again and again, including yesterday when her house was burned down. She didn't cry loudly, but she couldn't help but burst into tears at this moment.
Only at this moment did he understand why his husband asked her to be patient, to cultivate her mind before practicing, to study Buddhist scriptures first, and to learn the tea ceremony.
He was not allowed to go to the imperial city to find people from the Meng Mansion to avenge his dead brother.
It turned out that the husband had planned everything and that the people in the imperial city would not be willing to come to Furong Town to find him. The husband was afraid that he would be in danger, so he asked her to move in with her senior sister.
Desperate and surprised, Huajiao screamed with all her strength, not calling her brother, but shouting: "Sir..."
Just two words, and the blood and tears she had been holding back for many days poured out at this moment.
Li Xiuyuan, who had almost reached Zhao Hu, sighed softly when he heard this.
Quietly looking at the crescent of snowy moon in the sky, he sighed: "Who said there is no cause and effect in the world?"
Seeing Huajiao crying, Wang Wu was startled and couldn't help but ask: "Who are you? What are you going to do?"
Huajiao took out a silk scarf to wipe the tears on her face, looked at him and said coldly, "I am Huajiao."
For a moment, Wang Wu felt that the name sounded familiar, but he forgot where he heard it.
Hua Jiao walked to Hua Chengsheng's grave, put down the iron sword in his hand, burned two sticks of incense, and then lit a pile of yellow paper on fire. Watching Wang Wu, his heart skipped a beat...
She screamed loudly: "I remember, then...you are this guy's sister..."
While burning the paper, Huajiao asked, "Did you kill my brother?"
Wang Wu felt more and more terrified. He shook his head and shouted desperately
: "It's not me, it's Meng Wuhen and Zhao Hu. I'm just a passerby."
At this moment, Wang Wu finally felt a touch of death approaching him.
He regretted why he didn't leave the Meng Mansion immediately after he was satisfied with killing Hua Jiao. He regretted why he didn't leave immediately after setting Hua Jiao's house on fire...
Why do you want to come to this mountain to die?
Huajiao finished burning the last piece of yellow paper, picked up the iron sword on the ground, and stood up.
Looking at him, he said: "No wonder Sir asked me to come to my brother's grave. Sir, he wanted me to see clearly the enemy who killed my brother, and let me see clearly the evil person who burned down my house..."
"Sir, you know that as long as I have hatred in my heart, I won't be able to practice wholeheartedly. He understands that the only way to make me forget what happened in the past is to wash away the blood with blood!"
Huajiao's voice was not loud, as if she was telling something completely unrelated to her.
As for Wang Wu, who was kneeling in front of the grave, his body was extremely cold at this moment.
Huajiao said quietly: "Did you know? Not only is my brother lying here, but also his favorite Wen Ziwei, the woman who was snatched away from the imperial city by you and would rather die than surrender!"
"I will use your blood to pay homage to the souls of my brother and sister. The next one is your master Meng Wuhen!"
"No……"
Wang Wu wanted to say something more to Huajiao, but at that moment he let out a scream.
Hearing a howl like a dying wild dog, Zhao Hu felt extremely frightened in his ears.
He didn't even have to think about it. During this long night, on this barren mountain without any human habitation, General Wang Wu would die extremely miserably.
The unbearable screams reached Zhao Hu's ears from afar. Looking at the young man in front of him, Zhao Hu felt that his whole body was trembling desperately.
Li Xiuyuan just sighed softly when he listened to the sounds coming from the mountains.
Looking at Yue Hu in front of him, he asked, "Did you set the fire last night?"
Shaking his head desperately, Zhao Hu carefully replied: "It's him, it's all him. The fire is on him. If you don't believe me, if you touch me, there won't be any hair on me."
Li Xiuyuan nodded, patted his right arm gently, and took off the holding charm from Zhao Hu's body.
He said coldly: "Go back and tell the Meng family in the imperial city that I will wait here for them to pay for your death."
After saying that, he turned around and headed towards the temple...
Zhao Hu never expected that the young man in front of him would let him go with a wave of his hand, and immediately fell to his knees with a plop, shouting: "Thank you for not killing me!"
From a distance, Li Xiuyuan's voice came: "Tell Meng Wuhen that this matter is not over yet."
Zhao Hu nodded, turned around and crawled down the mountain... He managed to save his life tonight. Fortunately, it was not him who killed Hua Chengyi at Wen's house that day.
When he rolled all the way to the bottom of the mountain, climbed on the horse's back, and was about to hit the horse and run wildly.
There was a "click!" sound, but his left arm suddenly fell into the snow as if cut by a knife.
Zhao Hu was so frightened that he didn't even dare to pick up his severed hand. He slapped his horse and ran away. At this moment, he finally knew that an expert was coming to the mountain.
At this time, Li Xiuyuan had returned to the temple's living room and sat down.
He reached out and lit the oil lamp on the table to show Huajiao the way home.
A message was sent to Ximen Mengdie who was dreaming: "Xiao Die'er, go to the grave to accompany your junior sister, and then set a fire to burn those things..."
Ximen Mengdie, who was dreaming, was startled when he heard the master's voice transmission.
He opened the quilt and yelled: "Master, are there any bad guys coming?"
Li Xiuxing shook his head and said softly: "Go and stay with her for a while, and bring your junior sister back for tea later. Remember, burn all those dirty things."
Xiao Mengdie has dragon fire, just like a crow. Only Li Xiuyuan knows about this.
And tonight, he didn't mind letting Huajiao know something about his master-disciple relationship.
There was a sound of thumping footsteps, obviously
It was Ximen Mengdie who ran all the way outside the temple, and heard Li Xiuyuan sigh quietly again.
While he was making fire and boiling water, he heard the voice of the old man at the foot of the mountain.
The old man said: "As expected, they came to trouble you in the middle of the night. This is simply lawless. If it were an ordinary person, tonight would be another murder."
Li Xiuyuan thought for a while and said calmly: "The murderer deserves to die. Huajiao just avenged his brother...but the culprit is far away in the imperial city and is happy."
The old man sighed and said, "Good and evil are just a matter of thoughts. Tonight Huajiao can avenge his brother. Will this matter always be imprinted in his heart and become a demon?"
Silently, thinking of Huajiao's appearance in front of the grave, Li Xiuyuan was speechless for a moment.
After a while, he said: "If she can't get revenge, her resentment will not go away, and the inner demon will only come faster. She is not doing evil, but just seeking revenge."
"Even if there is a demon in her heart in the future, I will wield my sword to remove it for her... If you think too much about spiritual practice, it is better to be a mortal."
Li Xiuyuan sighed: "This storm has just begun. I let one guy go and went back to the imperial city to report the news."
The old man was shuddered when he heard this, thinking that most people in the world have done their duty to eradicate evil, but it would be better for you to let a guy go back to the imperial city in the meantime, just to report the news to the Meng Mansion.
It seems that the young man on the mountain is really not afraid of making things big, let alone Helian Mingyue coming here to cause trouble for him.
Thinking of this, the old man could only say: "I hope this storm will come later, after the craftsmen in the mountains have finished their work."
Li Xiuyuan smiled faintly and said, "If my guess is correct, I'm afraid this guy will never return to the Imperial City or the Meng Mansion."
"At most, he can hide far away and send a letter back to the Meng Mansion. In this case, the wind and rain may not come to Furong Town again until the beginning of spring."
The old man at the foot of the mountain was silent when he heard the words, and for a moment he didn't know how to answer.
At this moment, Huajiao stopped crying in front of the grave that Li Xiuyuan's spiritual consciousness was locked on, and Wang Wu's miserable screams that fell on the ground no longer sounded.
The graves of Hua Yiyi and Wen Ziwei were stained with blood. Huajiao looked up to the sky and shouted wildly. He threw the iron sword in his hand towards the Taohua River under the cliff with a wave of his hand.
She shouted with a cry in her voice, and shouted to Ximen Mengdie on the side: "Senior sister, my brother died so tragically, Ziwei died so unjustly..."
Thinking about the master's previous instructions, Ximen Mengdie stepped forward to support Huajiao.
With a wave of his hand, a ball of divine fire fell onto a pool of flesh and blood scattered on the ground. "Boom!" A ball of flame burned quietly.
Huajiao hugged Ximen Mengdie and burst into tears, crying: "Junior sister, thank you master and senior sister for helping my brother and sister avenge their bloodshed."
At this moment, Ximen Mengdie also had tears in her eyes, because she thought of her aunt who had left her forever, thinking about it, and sighed quietly.
Holding on to Huajiao, he walked slowly towards the temple where a solitary lamp was lit.
In the living room, Li Xiuyuan's consciousness looked at the bloody black and white scene in front of the grave. He was thinking the same thing as Ximen Mengdie. He also thought of Ximen Xiaoyu who had left him.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but send a message to the old man at the foot of the mountain: "I have just experienced the suffering of Zanthoxylum bungeanum. If I am not allowed to be happy with my grudges, why should I go against heaven?"
The old man was startled when he heard this. He didn't expect that Li Xiuyuan would be so deeply touched.
It turns out that both master and apprentice had similar experiences.
Thinking of this, the old man nodded and replied with a wry smile: "I am just a mortal, and my thoughts are the same as yours."
Right here, Huajiao, who walked into the temple gate, shouted: "Sir, where are you?"
