The Xuan Shuang said impatiently, "I'm not a roundworm in his stomach, how would I know? No one could figure out what he was planning! But it's inevitable that he's suspicious of you. I've been with him for more than a year, and I've never seen him pay so much attention to any of his subordinates! Apart from me, he only gives a few simple instructions to the Left Protector when he has a mission. Don't be complacent about his excessive attention to you. Perhaps he's trying to thoroughly investigate your identity! "
His voice grew louder and louder, especially in the silence of the night, it was even clearer to hear. Nangong Xue quickly raised a finger and put it in front of her lips, making a "shh" gesture. Then, she gently pulled on the Xuan Shuang's hand and pleaded, "If you're really doing this for my sake, please allow me to act according to my true desires! Even if I have to break my head and bleed in the future, it's my own choice, and I'm willing to do it! Even if Senior Martial Brother abandons me in the end, or even if the worst comes to worst, I won't blame you. "
Xuan Shuang couldn't say a word under her stubbornness. She was so stubborn that she couldn't even say a word. No matter how much he thought that Li Yijie wasn't worth her sacrifice, as long as she decided on her path, he had no right to stop her.
In the end, he could only give up and hatefully said, "I'd rather I didn't know anything! Remember this, your identity will be exposed sooner or later! You can't fool my Master, and no one in this world can put on an act in front of him! That day will come sooner or later. Don't think that I've betrayed you. I'm not willing to do such a dirty and shameless thing! You, take care of yourself! "As he said this, he angrily turned his head and strode past her without looking back.
Nangong Xue stared at his back, lost in thought. She had a lot of things to say to him. She wanted to ask him why he entered the Devil's Path. She didn't believe that he had truly lost his mind, and whether he had other motives. What were his plans for the future? Playing tricks under the eyes of the Seven Evil Spirits was the most dangerous thing to do, and it was impossible to succeed. That was a principle that he understood. Could it be that when it came to himself, he would be confused? Or was he too full of himself?
Logically speaking, Xuan Shuang and Nangong Xue were experienced people in Jianghu, so they should have sensed something. But first of all, they were emotional, and second of all, they were deeply afraid. While the two of them were talking, they didn't notice that behind a bush not far away, a few branches had been pushed aside, revealing a pair of eyes. Taking everything in, Zhang Xuan's lips curled into a sinister smile.
Nangong Xue didn't know if she and Xuan Shuang parted on bad terms, but at the very least, she was greatly shocked. She would never be able to fall asleep if she were to return to her room with such emotions. Instead of lying on the bed alone and waiting for dawn to arrive, he might as well take a stroll around the courtyard.
She wasn't familiar with the surrounding terrain at all. She was just strolling leisurely, letting her feet take her anywhere. She wasn't afraid even if she had to face the Seven Malevolent Demons. This was an unreserved trust, but he didn't know when she would be able to treat the people around her the same way.
At the last place they stopped, the weeds neatly parted to the sides, revealing a noble palace standing in front of them. The eaves were slightly raised, and it was made of high-quality wood. Someone must have spent a great deal of effort to build it. Nangong Xue couldn't help but be surprised. This palace was extremely luxurious. Apart from the Hierarch's room, even the Xuan Shuang's room wasn't as exquisite as this. He wondered what kind of expert was living in that room, living in seclusion? It wasn't easy to receive such respect from Jiang Liechen.
The moonlight shone down brightly, illuminating the rows of glazed roof tiles with a faint luster. If one were to look at the roof, they would see that the tiles were sparkling and translucent. Every single one of them was a precious piece of jade, so slippery that it was difficult to walk on. As if possessed, Nangong Xue didn't care about etiquette at all and walked in. It was hard to believe. Who lived in this place that was worth spending so much money on?
Two large black doors opened with a touch of her hand. Copper rings were embedded at both ends of the doors, giving the place a lonely and deathly stillness. The room was pitch black. Nangong Xue took out a fire knife and flint and lit a fire. With the weak light of a single star, she was barely able to illuminate the room.
What she saw shocked her. This wasn't the residence of some important person, it was clearly a mourning hall! It covered the sky and covered the earth. Broken white ribbons could be seen everywhere. The first one was a white banner with the word "Pian" written on it. That was just the same as any mourning ceremony.
When a person dies, their connection with the world is also severed. How could the living mourn for them? At most, it was just a formality. As for whether or not his soul could truly rest in peace, what was the point of all this?
She wanted to turn around and leave, but a memorial tablet in front of the table attracted her attention. A few pieces of paper money were stacked in front of the tablet. Two incense sticks were inserted into the incense burner in front of the table. The rising smoke drifted away, making the scene in front of her even more blurry. Upon closer inspection, the tablet was painted black, and the edges were gilded. On the tablet was engraved the words "Sacrificial Shadow Sect's Fallen Heaven Main Hall's Hall Master, An Yesun."
The title seemed long, but in reality, it was a person's entire life. How could it be covered in just twenty words? She couldn't help but think of the desolate outskirts. After being ravaged by cannon fire, on the charred ground, there was a tattered memorial tablet that looked like it would collapse in the wind. Thinking about it, Jiang Liechen might have gained power a year later and made a comeback. Thus, he repaired the memorial tablet and built this palace not far away to offer sacrifices to him. No wonder even though he hated the Sacrificial Shadow Sect, he still wanted to return to this place and use it as a foundation to expand his territory.
In her heart, she found it amusing. Everyone's actions were determined by their mentality. Take Jiang Liechen for example. His heart was filled with hatred, and he only knew how to hate the Sacrificial Shadow Sect for restricting his talents. Even after he succeeded in martial arts and was able to establish his own sect, he still had to suffer all these years. However, he didn't think that if it wasn't for the Sacrificial Shadow Sect nurturing and nurturing him, how could he have met so many opportunities and have such achievements today? No matter how evil the Sacrificial Shadow Sect was in the eyes of others, to him, it was a good place that made him what he was.
In the same situation, those who loved the Heavens and Earth could become gods. Those who hated the Heavens and Earth could become demons. In essence, it was just a small difference. That smile was filled with bitterness!
Seeing that the two incense sticks were burning short, like they were about to be extinguished in the blink of an eye. She took it as a token of her appreciation for An Yesun. She reached out, planning to exchange for another stick. She knew that if this action was noticed by others, it would give Jiang Liechen a good reason to be suspicious. However, at this time and place, driven by her emotions, she didn't think about the consequences.
Before her fingertips touched the incense, the hall suddenly became as bright as day. Nangong Xue alertly turned her head and shouted in a low voice, "Who is it?" She pulled out her long sword and pointed towards the source of the sound. At the end of the hall was an old woman with white hair. She had chicken skin and crane hair, and her face was extremely old. She held a broom in one hand and placed the oil lamp in her other hand on the square table beside her.
Nangong Xue understood the difference in seniority. Although she knew that the other party was an enemy and not a friend, she didn't dare to let her guard down. However, she still retracted the tip of her sword a few inches back to avoid actually stabbing her.
The old woman opened her toothless mouth, and her voice was like countless grains of sand rolling in her throat. Her voice was indescribably hoarse and jerky as she said, "Who is it? I want to ask you who you are! This old woman has lived here for more than a year, and I've never seen a child as unruly as you. " Using the lantern light, she sized up her clothes and said, "Looking at your attire, you're also a member of the Blood Fiend Sect. How dare you step into the forbidden area? "
Nangong Xue was slightly shocked and said, "Forbidden area? How can this be a forbidden area? "
The old woman said, "This is the mourning hall of the late Sir Cruel Fiend Star. It is said that he was the Hierarch's most important friend when he was alive. Back then, he let him die without knowing why, and he always regretted it. This time, he built the most luxurious mourning hall in the world for him. Even though he is dead, he is still treated a hundred times better than those low-level ghosts. The Hierarch once gave a strict order that no disciples were allowed to take a step forward. Those who disobeyed the order would be killed. He also locked me in this dark place to clean the room for him. Every day, I burned incense for Sir Cruel Fiend, one at dawn and one at dusk. About once a month, he would take one day out to personally pay his respects. Hmph, hmph, it seems like the rumors are true. The Hierarch's feelings for this brother of his were really deep. Such a ferocious person would only show his rare gentle side in this mourning hall. Even when he speaks, he speaks in a soft and gentle voice, which is very different from his usual self. "
Nangong Xue sneered and said, "Does he think that by doing this, he can make up for the crimes he committed against Hall Master Cruel Fiend? No, it was only a formality to calm his own conscience! Even if he used his whole life to make up for his sins, he still wouldn't be able to do so. I think Hall Master Cruel Fiend would definitely not be moved by this in the underworld, much less forgive him. Because he is not sincere at all! "
A strange expression appeared on the old woman's face. In her distorted face, it was impossible to tell whether she was crying or laughing. She said indifferently, "Oh? You're quite interesting. You dare to question your Hierarch like this? Tell me, how is he not sincere? "
Nangong Xue said softly, "Because he never understood him. He thought that he treated his brother well, but until his death, he never truly understood his heart. He didn't know what he was pursuing, or what he was yearning for. Many unnecessary things would only become a burden in the end. Disregarding everything else, a person who could kill his own brother with his own hands, but refused to admit it. One moment, he said it was for his own good, and the next moment, he said he was forced by others. Those were all excuses. He never truly repented. Even if he built the most luxurious palace for him, even if he buried all the gold, silver, and treasures in the world with him, what value would it have? He only took out some of those seemingly luxurious things, but in fact, they were just scraps that he could afford, and stuffed them into his brother's hands. A person like this, who could say that he was loyal to his brother? Everything he did was just to seek his own hegemony in the Central Plains. For this, he didn't hesitate to bury him … He wholeheartedly wanted to make the world mourn, but that was just a kind of thought. Those who followed him would prosper, and those who opposed him would perish. Saying that he wanted the whole world to be buried with him was just an excuse, a blatant excuse! He had never thought about whether he could bear such a huge crime. Why did he still have to be reviled by tens of thousands of people after he died and lost all consciousness? He was too selfish and forbade others from getting involved, but he didn't understand. He never wanted to be cut off from the world and be worshipped high up. What he desired was very simple. He just wanted to be his true self, to be able to blend in with others! If that's the case, wouldn't his soul still be lonely after death? "
When she mentioned An Yesun and Jiang Liechen, she always used "him" instead. At first, it made people feel confused, but if they thought about it carefully, they could feel that when she mentioned these two people, there was a subtle difference in her tone. To An Yesun, she was mostly gentle and pitiful. As for Jiang Jianchen, he felt pity for his ignorance and loathed his viciousness. The old woman was confused. She said, "The Cruel Fiend Star died more than a year ago. The old followers of the Devil Cult were also wiped out by Alliance Head Li's group. What, you also know him? "
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