When Gu Jianghe made up his mind to follow Wen Jirou back to the Central Plains, thousands of miles away in Yunzhong City, the setting sun was silent, streaming in through the window, reflecting on the empty desk, reflecting the orchids on the corner of the desk. on the wall.
In the dark and dark underground, there was only a single dim fire burning on the wall, making a "sizzling" sound. Time seems to have stopped flowing here, and there is no breath of life.
In a place not covered by firelight, there is a stone table.
A pair of pale hands rested on the stone table, the nails on the nails were still bright and tender. The owner of such soft hands must be a rare beauty.
The plain white clothes are embroidered with peonies of the same color, making them even more vivid when looming.
She looked at the torches on the wall, a little lost in thought.
The sound of keys and iron locks colliding was extremely sharp and harsh in the dark room where only the sound of breathing could be heard.
A gust of wind suddenly blew towards her cheek, blowing the hair behind her ears.
"Since you hate me for killing your father, why not give me a good time? What's the point of imprisoning me here?"
She turned to look in the direction of the wind.
The cyan shadow came from the backlight, and it was difficult to distinguish it for a while. He walked down the steps step by step, and his whole body was enveloped by the only firelight on the wall.
Ranchen coughed lightly.
After returning to Yunzhong City, his body had gradually improved under the cultivation of good health, but the incident at the Pili Gate reminded him of those long-lasting past events, making his body angry and sick again.
Sometimes even he couldn't help but sigh. This body is probably worse than a weak scholar now. It seems that it is time to hand over the position of Lord of Yunzhong City.
He sat down on the other side of the stone table.
"Wouldn't it be too easy for you to kill you?"
Zhou Runiang's face was a little pale. Ever since Wuwangshan was captured, when she opened her eyes again, she was already in this dark secret room. She didn't even know how much time had passed.
"Zhou Runiang, let me ask you again, why did you skin him?"
She laughed lowly: "Zhou Hanbai, if I tell you, will you let me go?"
"impossible."
Zhou Runiang suddenly leaned forward, and most of her body that was originally shrouded in darkness was suddenly exposed to the light of the fire, and the distance between the two became very close.
"Zhou Hanbai, I'm not afraid to tell you. I peeled off Zhou Huaiyuan's skin and made it into a human skin lantern. I lit an everlasting lamp inside. If the everlasting lamp does not go out, his ghost will be trapped in the human skin lantern for eternity and will not be reincarnated. .”
From the ambiguous distance, Zhou Runiang's breath seemed to reach Ranchen's face: "Zhou Hanbai, unless you can extinguish the everlasting lantern and retrieve the human skin lantern, your merciless father will never be reincarnated."
She laughed wildly.
Zhou Runiang's words were like a knife tempered with venom, piercing Ranchen's body hard. The feeling of pain or fear caused his facial features to lose their usual light and windy atmosphere.
For the first time, he felt the terror of the woman in front of him. He was even a little glad that her resentment towards him had made her determined to kill him. If he continued to live in Thunderbolt Gate with such a terrifying woman , he might have fallen into hell and become a devil with her, right?
He stood up, took two steps back, and began to cough. His cheeks turned a little crimson from the continuous coughing.
"Then it seems that you won't tell me where the lantern is, right?"
"Do you think I will tell you?"
"Then, you stay here forever and make atonement for your late husband who died at your hands. As for the Thunderbolt Gate, I will let it return to its rightful path."
His body gradually returned to calm, and the anger at that moment had disappeared from his face, as if nothing just happened had ever happened.
"Zhou Hanbai, what will you do to my son?!"
Zhou Runiang's face, which was originally full of ridicule, suddenly changed. At that moment, it was as if there was a surge of hot blood in her chest, which made her dizzy. She stood up suddenly and wanted to rush up and pinch Ranchen's neck, but her figure stagnated. .
"塄嘡".
A harsh sound of an iron chain hitting the ground echoed in the dark room. An iron chain as thick as a strong man's arm tightly clasped Zhou Runiang's slender ankle. No matter how she twisted, she could not move forward any further, so she had to Let the chains rub back and forth on the ground, making a harsh sound.
Ranchen paid no attention to her madness, and just stood at the door and said calmly: "We are blood relatives after all, and I will not do anything to him. If he has not inherited your viciousness, I will protect him from the Thunderbolt Sect. Worry, if he becomes the second you, I will not do nothing."
The heavy iron door slowly closed, and the sound of an iron chain being locked came from outside.
The trace of wind that penetrated through the crack of the door also disappeared with the closed iron door.
The dark secret room was silent without any sound.
The pale woman fell to the ground, seemingly lifeless.
Bai Su outside the Perak Gate has been removed by the servants. It seems that this important sect in the martial arts world has walked away from the death of the former sect leader.
But the white candles burning in the lobby always remind those inside the door of the pain of the door owner's passing.
A young man, no more than eleven or twelve years old, still wearing plain clothes, was sitting in the hall, his face was pale and he said nothing.
A disciple from the sect walked into the hall in a hurry.
The young man stood up in a hurry. In his panic, he even knocked over the teacup on one side without having time to care. He walked quickly in front of the disciple and pulled up the person who wanted to salute him: "How is it? Is there any news?"
"Young Master, please forgive me. There is no news about my wife among the disciples."
The young man's hand dropped from the other person's arm dejectedly, and hope suddenly reignited: "What about Uncle Zhao? Is there any news about him?"
"Young Master, please forgive me." The disciple suddenly knelt on the ground.
The hope that had just been ignited on the young man's face was instantly extinguished by a word of forgiveness. An ominous premonition appeared in his mind, and a voice in his heart was shouting crazily, "No, no, no."
But the next moment, cold news still reached his ears.
"When some disciples were searching Wuwang Mountain, they found his body in front of the old sect master's grave. He has been kneeling in front of the old sect master's grave. The disciples have brought the body back and it is in the front yard."
Zhou Yu staggered, took a few steps back, and slumped down on the chair.
How could this happen? His mother disappeared and Uncle Zhao knelt to death in front of his father's grave. What should he do?
Sensing the young man's pale, lifeless face, the disciples immediately lowered their heads and kowtowed hard: "Young Master, now that the master has passed away and his wife is missing, you are the only person in the sect who can make the final decision. , you must hold on."
There was silence in the attic.
Only a ray of light came through the window.
On a nanmu bridge table, there is a knife.
In the dim room, the only light shone on it, reflecting light like water.
A shadow stopped in front of it.
It seemed as long as a stick of incense had passed. He finally raised his hand, as if he was afraid of hurting it. He tentatively touched it bit by bit, and finally slowly stroked its whole body.
He looked at the Jishi Dao in front of him with such nostalgia that no one knew when he came behind him.
"City Lord."
When Nan Liyu's voice sounded behind him, Ranchen seemed to be brought back to reality from his thoughts.
"Have I been here for a long time again?"
Looking back, he saw Nan Liyu who was holding a candle and came to look for him. He shook his head helplessly. He thought it was because he stayed here for too long that he came to look for him.
"About an hour, City Lord, if you don't want to give up the Ji Shi Dao, just take it with you. Why lock it in this pavilion?"
Ranchen shook his head lightly.
"My martial arts skills are gone, and the Jishi Sword is just a scrap of iron in my hands. I can no longer exert its power. It's just that it has given me too many memories of being with Master, and I'm a little reluctant to let go of it."
Every time he saw the Jishi Dao, he could recall Qiu Moyuan's companionship with him during the years he had been in the city. Although Dr. Su has made it clear that with his ability, he cannot cure his leg injury. But Qiu Moyuan insisted on teaching Jishi Dao to him.
"Master, my legs are disabled and I can't bring out the full power of Jishi Sword at all. Giving it to me would be a shame. You can definitely find a smart apprentice so that he can teach you this martial art." .”
When Qiu Moyuan handed the Jishi Knife in front of him, Ranchen was deeply attracted by the knife with its faint blue light, but he did not dare to reach out and touch it.
Qiu Moyuan laughed disapprovingly.
"Master, I believe in my own vision. You are a genius in martial arts. You will definitely be able to understand the essence of Jishi Sword and carry forward its power. Moreover, the internal strength of Jishi Sword will help your legs. I believe in you, Master." One day I will stand up and carry forward this sword for my teacher."
Practicing advanced martial arts with a disabled body is hundreds of times more difficult than that of ordinary people. The hardships even make a man of his mind think about giving up, but Qiu Moyuan has always been by his side, encouraging him and letting him To be able to regain confidence and continue.
Ranchen laughed bitterly, wondering if God was playing a joke on him. He finally stood up, but the price he paid was that he could no longer hold the knife.
Maybe it's time to find a new owner for this knife.
Ranchen reached out and gently touched the knife again.
The crisis in Yunzhong City has always existed, and it needs a city lord who can protect it.
"Master..." He sighed slightly, not expecting that after so many years, he would not be able to fulfill his promise to Master.
I promised my master that I would inherit the Jishi Sword well, but now it takes all my strength to even pick it up.
Promising the master that he would let go of the resentment in his heart, he still imprisoned Zhou Runiang and killed Zhao Feng. Although the seed of resentment did not grow into a towering tree, it still sprouted a small bud in his heart. If Zhou Yu had If he can inherit the Perak Sect well, he will definitely not take action. This is his final bottom line for himself.
"By the way, City Lord, I came to find you to tell you that Li Luo has entered the city."
Nan Liyu didn't seem to notice Ranchen's thoughts flying around at the moment. He just remembered the purpose of coming to look for Ranchen and wanted to tell him anxiously.
Upon hearing the news, Ranchen put aside his disturbed thoughts, turned around, and smiled for the first time in recent days: "Is he finally back?"
"Yes, Miss Qingyang also came back with him." Nan Liyu paused and hesitated to speak.
Ranchen raised his eyebrows: "Did anyone else come back with him?"
Nan Liyu, who had always been steady, unexpectedly showed a gossipy smile at this time: "The city lord guessed it right, but Li Luo brought someone back. Do you still remember that when we first entered Jialan City, Fan Xiao Saved a girl named Si Miao?"
"That little girl who said she wanted to marry him?" Ranchen seemed to be somewhat impressed by her.
"Yes, Li Luo said that he met Miss Simiao's brother when he first entered Jialan City. He heard that Miss Simiao had rejected countless marriage proposals for Fan Xiao in the past few years. When he heard that he was going back to the Central Plains, He was determined to follow her, but Li Luo Nai couldn't do anything to her, so he took her with him."
