Learning to shut up also meant learning to stop.
The people of Aoyama had to learn not to interfere with anything related to Shenmo Peak, be it the Gu Family or the Precious-Tree House.
Otherwise, their hands would be chopped off by Zhuo Rusui, just like Jian Ruyun's sword.
Looking at Zhuo Rusui on the platform, You Siluo sighed and said, "Even if you don't consider yourself a disciple of Liangwang Peak, you are not a disciple of Shenmo Peak either."
Since you are not a disciple of Shenmo Peak, why do you have to stand up for them in such a violent way?
Zhuo Rusui put down his chopsticks and wiped his mouth with a wet towel. Finding the towel was cold, he glanced at the owner of the Precious-Tree House and said, "Big Brother Nanshan knew what I would do when he asked me to go with Senior Grandmaster Jingyang."
Ma Hua said with a gloomy expression, "Even if you can stop him today, what if the masters come?"
"If that day comes, we have to ask the Master White Ghost to come. Let's have a good discussion."
It was none other than Gu Qing who could make the threat sound so amiable.
Ma Hua and the other disciples of Liangwang Peak fell silent again.
In that case, the people of Aoyama would have to ask the Master Night Howler to come. But who could do that?
The people of Shenmo Peak were the only ones who could make the Head Guard of Aoyama watch their home and even use them as fighters.
Jian Ruyun stood up and wiped off the blood on the side of his face. He took back his damaged flying sword and stared at Zhuo Rusui, saying, "I'll kill that sword devil one day."
"I wish you success," said Zhuo Rusui sympathetically.
There was a sudden commotion outside the Precious-Tree House. It seemed that someone was kneeling in front of the building and shouting something.
Ma Hua listened carefully for a while, and his expression changed abruptly. He abruptly turned to look at Gu Qing and Zhuo Rusui.
Tonight, the Jian Family and the Ma Family each lost seven important figures. Some of them were worshippers, while others were important figures in the family.
In the past few years, the Jian Clan and the Ma Clan had been suppressed extremely miserably, and their vitality had been greatly damaged. Recently, they had finally ushered in a turning point with great difficulty, and were in the process of recovering with great difficulty. These people were extremely important, and they had suddenly encountered such a calamity. What should they do?
Ma Hua took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down and said, "You guys actually killed people directly. This is too much!"
Jian Ruyun knew what had happened, and the look in his eyes turned furious.
Gu Qing said calmly, "These days, seven people from the Gu family died, and seven people from each of your families also died. It's very fair."
Zhuo Rusui walked down the stage and stood beside him. He suggested, "If you think it's unfair, you can also kill seven members of the Yuan Family of Lelang County."
Yuan Qu was a disciple of the Yuan Family of Lelang Commandery and a disciple of Shenmo Peak. This arrangement was indeed fair.
The problem was that Yuan Qijing's surname was also Yuan.
"You've crossed the line."
Looking at the two of them, You Siluo said gravely, "No matter who did it, the masters will demand an explanation."
"It wasn't us, nor was it anyone in Scenery Garden, nor was it the Master White Ghost. It's because we wouldn't do such a thing. What we said just now was out of anger."
Zhuo Rusui walked up and patted on Ma Hua's shoulder, saying, "It's probably a senior master of another sect who couldn't bear to see you guys do such a filthy thing."
Seeing Zhuo Rusui and Gu Qing walk out of the Precious-Tree House, a disciple of Liangwang Peak couldn't help but ask, "Are you letting them go just like that?"
"I've found some clues," Ma Hua said to You Siluo. "I want to go and have a look."
You Siluo understood what he meant, and reminded him, "You can only target the murderer; don't get involved in other matters."
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The Zhai Xing Tower was the most famous scenic spot in Shangzhou City, as well as the highest tower. It was a must-visit place for tourists. Even Jing Jiu and Zhao Layue had been here before.
However, they didn't come to see the Zhai Xing Tower at that time. Instead, they stood on the top of the Zhai Xing Tower, looking at the brightly lit restaurant not far away.
That restaurant was a brothel. After more than thirty years, its business was still thriving, so it must have a powerful background.
A man wearing a conical hat walked into the brothel. He easily won the favor of the customer with a golden leaf, and even the Old He received him in person.
The man in the conical hat entered the room, but he didn't ask for girls, food, or good wine. Instead, he asked for thirty snow-white steamed buns, saying that he was a bit hungry.
In a place like the brothel, there were all kinds of strange people. As long as the man in the conical hat was generous, the Old He could even watch him write a novel in forty days, let alone eat thirty steamed buns. So the Old He did as he was told.
The man in the conical hat was generous, and his appetite was also astonishing. In a short while, he had eaten five steamed buns and half a pot of strong tea.
The Old He was obviously different from the Old He of other brothels. Because he was indeed a bit old, his deep wrinkles couldn't be covered even with a thick layer of powder. Yet, he was still able to manage this brothel, so he must have some outstanding skills. Watching the man in the conical hat eating the steamed buns in silence, she showed sympathy in her eyes. She poured more tea for him, and took the liberty of having a maid serve eight small plates of meat and five vegetables.
Looking at those small plates of worthless dishes, the man in the conical hat was a bit surprised and appreciative. He said to the Old He, "This steamed bean curd in chili oil looks good."
The Old He said with a smile, "It's said to be a local product from the south of Yizhou City. Many people think it's good, but I can't taste it. How about two more servings for you?"
The man in the conical hat nodded, grabbed a handful of golden leaves at random, and said, "After eating, I'll take a nap. I'll disturb you when I'm full."
The Old He put away the golden leaves without a trace, and stood up, saying, "Please take a rest."
It didn't take long for the steamed bean curd in chili oil to be served. It was piled high on a large plate of fish, looking like a mountain of flames.
The man in the conical hat ate the steamed bean curd and slowly ate the steamed buns. The more he ate, the more fragrant they became. He naturally recalled the days when he was in the Baotong Zen Temple.
Tong Lu had died a long time ago.
He Zhan was fighting the snow monsters in White Town, and no one knew when he would die.
Tong Yan had been missing for many years, and perhaps she had been killed by those people at the Shenmo Peak.
When would he be killed by those people at the Shenmo Peak?
Half of the mountain of flames formed by the steamed bean curd in chili oil had collapsed, and the thirty steamed buns had disappeared without a trace.
The man in the conical hat drank half a pot of warm tea, took off his boots, conical hat, and mask, lay down on the soft bed, and closed his eyes to rest.
The dim yellow light shone on his green face, making him look eerie.
It was easy to kill the fourteen members of the Jian family and the Ma family; the only troublesome part was those formations, but it wasn't too difficult for a genius of the deviant sects like him.
Su Ziye opened his eyes and sighed while looking at the ceiling.
As the young master of the Mysterious Dark Sect, he had been ambitious and wanted to conquer the world and compete with the orthodox sects. At the very least, he wanted to find a spiritual source for the Mysterious Dark Sect and get rid of the plight that had lasted for thousands of years … But now, he had become a killer, a postman, and a dirty worker for the Aoyama Sect.
Well, he was neither a slave of the Aoyama Sect nor of the Shenmo Peak; he was a slave of that person.
If he wasn't satisfied with the job before, he was quite willing and even a bit proud of it now. That was the Immortal Jingyang!
Tong Yan had said that Jing Jiu had been at the top for a long time.
Now that he thought about it, it was all nonsense.
If the Immortal Jingyang wasn't at the top, then who was?
Su Ziye took out a few pieces of paper from his chest pocket. Looking at the sentences that he still couldn't understand, he felt hopeful.
It was as if he had suddenly seen a sliver of morning light in the endless darkness.
The sentences written on the paper were the antidote to the Poison of the Pill given by Jing Jiu … no, the Immortal Jingyang. It was indeed helpful to him, and the effect was miraculous. The Poison of the Pill hidden in his bone marrow and internal organs was gradually forced out and transformed into an energy similar to the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, gradually spreading to every part of his body. Now, the intervals between the Poison of the Pill acted up were getting longer and longer, and the demonic wheel was gradually perfected. His Cultivation state had improved by leaps and bounds. He believed that neither Zhuo Rusui nor Liu Shisui was a match for him at the moment.
Thinking of all this, Su Ziye soon recovered his spirits. He got up, put on the mask and the conical hat, and called for the Old Turtle.
The Old Turtle looked at him and asked with a smile, "What do you like to do?"
The Old Turtle didn't ask about the girls but about the entertainment, because she could tell that this guest with the conical hat was not an ordinary person.
Su Ziye said to her with a smile, "I like you very much, so I don't want to kill you."
The Old Turtle's smile faded away, and he held the warning magic treasure in his sleeve tightly with his right hand, though he didn't reveal any fear on his face. "It's not easy to understand what you mean," he said lightly.
Su Ziye said, "Don't misunderstand me. I just want to ask you something and do something; but I don't want anybody else to know about it."
The Old Turtle said with a slightly cold expression, "I'll tell you what I can; otherwise, I have no choice but to ask you to leave."
"A murder happened in this brothel about thirty years ago; a few guards were beheaded by a blood-red flying sword …"
Su Ziye shot a glance at the Old Turtle and continued, "Judging by your age, you should have heard about this if you had been working here all this time."
The Old Turtle stared into Su Ziye's eyes in silence for a long time, and then asked, "How did you know about this? What do you want to do? "
Su Ziye said, "I'm here to kill some people at someone's request … Since this brothel is still the same, the owner should still be the same owner, right?"
The Old Turtle lowered her gaze a bit and said, "That's right. And coincidentally, the owner is in the brothel today."
Su Ziye stared into her eyes in Silence, saying, "Can I take it that you know very well who I should kill?"
The Old Turtle lifted her head and combed the hair by her temples, looking like a young girl. "Please follow me," she said calmly.
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Su Ziye started killing.
He killed from the third floor to the first floor, and from the front floor to the backyard.
Except for the prostitutes and some servants, he killed almost all the guards and caretakers.
The Old Turtle followed him all the time.
After the owner of the brothel was killed by Su Ziye, the Old Turtle finally felt relieved and almost fell to the ground. She managed to steady herself by holding onto a green tree in the yard.
She covered her chest with her hands, with tears in her eyes.
Su Ziye shot a glance at her and knew that it was not sadness but relief. "Why?" he asked.
The Old Turtle asked back, "Why did you do all these things?"
"I don't know," Su Ziye said. "It was someone else's request."
The Old Turtle's eyes suddenly brightened, as she asked, "Can I know who that person is?"
"No," Su Ziye replied.
The light in the Old Turtle's eyes grew dimmer, but they didn't turn into a deathly gray color; they were as tranquil as a deep well.
Su Ziye said, "Many people have seen you following me. I'll take you to a place later and hide you well. A few days later, I'll find a new place to live with the money I collected today. You'll live the rest of your life well."
The Old Turtle turned around and looked at the burning brothel, saying slowly, "I'm almost fifty years old, and I've been here all my life; how can I live the rest of my life well?"
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