In the woods at night, there is a faint moonlight, and there are layers of trees. The dark shadows are like ghosts shaking in the woods, adding a bit of eerieness. In a ruined temple, a few people can be vaguely seen.

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In the silence and darkness, there was a little faint sobbing, but it seemed that the person crying was deliberately suppressed. At some point, there was a sound of footsteps at the door, and the people in the ruined temple tensed up instantly, and there was a faint sword light.

flashed.

"Third Senior Brother, it's me, Chen Songyi!"

The door of the ruined temple was pushed open, and a ray of pale moonlight shone in. Inside the ruined temple were Zhang Zhishan and Ling Xiaoxiao. The person who came in at the door was Chen Songyi. However, among the three people, only Ling Xiaoxiao was not injured. Chen Songyi and

There was a lot of blood on Zhang Zhishan's body, and it was hard to tell whether it was his own or someone else's.

"Third Senior Brother, Junior Sister, I have already led the people from the Feihong Gang to other places. There are some villages nearby, but I'm afraid there are people from the Feihong Gang or Gusu Nangong. I can only give you a hard time tonight, Junior Sister.

It’s here.”

Chen Songyi walked in, stuck his sword on the ground, took out a robe and put it on Ling Xiaoxiao, and said: "Little Junior Sister, don't be afraid. With me and Third Senior Brother here, you will never be harmed at all."

Ling Xiaoxiao pinched the corners of his clothes tightly, huddled in a ball, his body trembled slightly, and he sobbed quietly without speaking.

Zhang Zhishan gently applied some medicinal powder on his arm, then put the medicine bottle back into his arms and said softly: "Little junior sister, please stop crying, don't worry, as long as Nangong Hubo doesn't come, there are two senior brothers here,

No one can hurt you."

In fact, speaking of it, Chen Songyi and Zhang Zhishan were really unjustly accused. The pursuit of the Feihong Gang actually did not put much pressure on the two of them. However, those people used all kinds of methods to attack Ling Xiaoxiao, so let

The two of them were exhausted from dealing with it, otherwise, they wouldn't be in such an awkward situation.

In addition, in the city, which is the home ground of the Feihong Gang, whether it is the flying axe, the net binding specifically for the Yin Yang Sword Formation or the geographical location, the people of the Yijian Sect suffered a lot, and they accidentally entered the encirclement.

, now that they were out of the city, they were relieved.

Especially Ling Xiaoxiao was in a daze the whole time today. His martial arts skills were actually pretty good, but after the fight, he seemed to have lost his soul, like a wooden man who didn't know how to hide or kill.

However, neither Chen Songyi nor Zhang Zhishan dared to be angry with this junior sister, not only because of her identity, but also because of her character. They were afraid that if this junior sister did something else out of her mind, the gain would outweigh the loss, so

, no matter how angry and aggrieved they are now, they can only endure it.

In fact, the two of them felt unspeakably uncomfortable in their hearts. The dozen or so disciples were all their direct disciples. Their original intention was to bring them out to see the world and familiarize themselves with the rules of the world as soon as possible. However, in the end, they all failed, and they

It was extremely miserable to watch one of his disciples die from random sword attacks.

Everyone is still so young, and they were all high-spirited the day before.

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There was silence in the ruined temple. Ling Xiaoxiao was sobbing. After an unknown amount of time, she raised her head with tears in her eyes and looked at the two senior brothers. She suddenly wanted to cry, but she held it back and said tremblingly: "

Yes...yes...I'm sorry, Third Senior Brother, Seventh Senior Brother, they all...blame me, it's all my fault, it's all my willfulness, otherwise...it wouldn't be like this!"

Zhang Zhishan and Chen Songyi looked at each other in silence and looked at Ling Xiaoxiao.

"Little...little junior sister, what's wrong with you? Don't scare senior brother?"

Chen Songyi swallowed his saliva and looked at Ling Xiaoxiao in shock. This was not the character of their arrogant and domineering junior sister. Looking at Ling Xiaoxiao since he was a child, the two of them had never seen Ling Xiaoxiao apologize.

Ling Xiaoxiao wiped his tears and said: "Brother, I really know that I was wrong. I was too ignorant in the past. I will never be like that again. I... after I go back, I must... I must practice well.

, listen carefully to the teachings of my senior brothers and never do anything wrong again."

Zhang Zhishan: "..."

Chen Songyi: "..."

"Little junior sister, don't think too much. You should be normal. Don't scare the senior brothers. Don't worry. I just sent the message. Master will send someone to pick you up soon. We will go there early tomorrow morning.

When we go to Sancai County, I have a friend named Zhang Ruoxu, who is known as Chunjiang layman in the world. His Chunjiang Taoist temple is very famous in Sancai County and he can protect us for a while. When the time comes, the master will also arrive."

Ling Xiaoxiao said aggrievedly: "Third Senior Brother, I really know I was wrong."

Zhang Zhishan's face twitched and he said: "Okay, okay, senior brother knows, you just need to hold it in for two days without causing trouble. You can make whatever trouble you want when you return to Qingzhou. Be obedient and hold it in!"

Ling Xiaoxiao: "I feel like you don't know..."

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Gusu City, in Tingchao Pavilion, Waterside Pavilion.

In a brightly lit attic, Wuji, who was dressed in black, knelt on one knee on the ground, lowered his head in great respect, and said: "My lord, this is the news that Nangong Xing sent urgently overnight. The Feihong Gang is dead.

Hundreds of people, countless seriously injured, fourteen people from Yijianmen died."

There was a landscape painting screen in front of Wu Tongue. Through the rice paper, he could faintly see the outline of Nangong Hu Hue inside, but he didn't dare to take a second look.

"What a waste."

Nangong Hubo's cold voice came out from behind the screen. Although there was no emotion, Wu Tongue trembled all over and lowered his head.

"Okay, let's inform Nangong Xing and let Nangong Xing do what he wants. If he can kill Ling Jingzhe's two disciples and his daughter, I will credit him with it. If he can't kill anyone, let him do it in the future.

Responsible for raising flowers and plants, the Nangong family can't support so many useless people."

Inside the screen, Nangong Hubo's voice was as cold as ever.

Wuji nodded and said: "Yes, I understand, but my lord, if Nangong Xing really kills those people, I'm afraid Ling Jingzhe..."

"No tongue, you talk too much."

Wu Tongue suddenly raised his head, suddenly raised his palm, and a surge of internal energy surged out. He slapped his chest with a palm, and a mouthful of blood spit out from his mouth. However, he didn't even frown and said: "I know my mistake.

I hope the Lord will forgive me!”

"Forget it," Nangong Hubo said calmly: "I forgot that you are taking care of the Nangong family now. It's understandable to ask a few more questions. It's just this once, and it won't be the case next time."

"Thank you, Lord. I will take my leave."

Wuji knelt on the ground and kowtowed, then wiped the blood off the ground before slowly standing up, turning around and leaving.

Just when Wuyu was about to go out, Nangong Hubo's voice came out again:
Chapter completed!