The sky was getting dark, and the birds had not yet returned to their nests, falling on the eaves, leaving black silhouettes. The beater on the street happened to pass by, and the sound was long, echoing on the bluestone-paved street.
Most of the red candles in the room had been lit, but Lin Rufei had no sleepiness and rested on the head of the bed with her eyes lowered. Encountered too many things today, his fragile body seems to be unbearable, and he starts coughing again after nightfall. Fortunately, it is not too serious, and he can barely suppress the itch in his throat, so as not to cough.
Gu Xuan was sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at the abnormal blushing on Lin Rufei's pale cheeks due to coughing, and the thin shoulders that kept shaking, and asked thoughtfully, "Would you like some hot water?"
Lin Rufei nodded.
Gu Xuan took hot water and put it to Lin Rufei's lips, watching him swallow it.
Lin Rufei drank the water and relieved the itching in her throat slightly, but her body was still weak and weak, she could only rest on the head of the bed, and said in a hoarse voice, "Oh, my body is really troublesome." Some wind, then sick again.
Gu Xuan didn't say a word, he stretched out his hand and probed Lin Rufei's forehead, making sure he didn't have a fever before he was relieved.
When going down the mountain, the Lin family prepared a lot of medicines for Lin Rufei, most of which were for coughs. Lin Rufei took a dose with hot water, which made her body feel more comfortable.
"It's so late and you're still sleepy?" Gu Xuandu asked.
"Hmm..." Lin Rufei said in a low voice, "I'm a little worried about Fu Hua and the others, and they won't be able to sleep well."
"It'll be fine." Gu Xuandu comforted, "That person is here for you, Fuhua and them are just hostages to hold you, if that person wants to take Fuhua Yurui's life, why bother? Trouble taking them away quietly."
The two were talking, but a thunderstorm sounded outside the window, followed by a heavy rain, and the entire Xie Mansion was enveloped in a pouring water curtain with the thunder.
The sound of rain was rushing, but it couldn't hide the sound of slowly approaching footsteps. Lin Rufei turned her head to look at the door, and saw the locked wooden door in the house being pushed and creaking. With that huge force, it shattered with a crunch.
As soon as the door was opened, the violent wind and rain poured in, blowing the whole house into a mess.
Lin Rufei looked up and saw a black figure standing at the door, against the light, so she couldn't see clearly, but Lin Rufei had already guessed the identity of the person who came, and calmly called out, "Patriarch Xie. "
The visitor stepped forward, raised his hand, and lit the candle that had just been blown out by the wind and rain. The expressionless face under the candlelight was exactly the head of the Xie family, Xie Wanlin, whom he saw in the daytime.
"Patriarch Xie came to visit so late, what's the matter?" Although Lin Rufei guessed a few times, she didn't expect Xie Wanlin to visit suddenly at this time.
Xie Wanlin said: "I heard that the fourth son of the Lin family was weak since childhood and could not practice swordsmanship. I thought it was a rumor, but I didn't expect it to be true at first sight."
Lin Rufei coughed a few times and asked in a hoarse voice, "So what?"
Xie Wanlin found a chair at random and sat down, looking at Lin Rufei presumptuously: "The rivers and lakes are sinister, and the Lin family is traveling down the mountain with a sick and weak son who knows nothing. If you think about it, if you do it well, there may be accidents. Get ready."
Lin Rufei looked back calmly, Xie Wanlin should have been full of confidence, but Lin Rufei's eyes that were lighter than ordinary people stared at him, but there was a little inexplicable retreat, this retreat was a no-brainer, thank you Wan Lin only thought that he was thinking too much. After all, the young man sitting on the bed and coughing had no sword energy, and he was weak like an ant that could easily be pinched to death.
"There was indeed an accident." Lin Rufei said, "It's just that I never thought that the head of the Xie family wanted to be this accident."
"Hahahaha." Xie Wanlin laughed loudly, "Young Master Lin has been thinking too much. In fact, as long as the son cooperates, Xie will naturally not take action against the son."
Lin Rufei said, "What if I don't cooperate?"
Xie Wanlin said lightly: "Those two beautiful maids have been with the son for many years. If they die, son Lin will definitely be very sad."
Lin Rufei's eyes turned cold, and she stared at Xie Wanlin silently.
Xie Wanlin didn't care at all, and continued: "Actually, I have to blame my unfilial son for this."
There was still thunder outside the window, it was raining heavily, and the candlelight in the house was weak like a firefly in the grass, flickering on and off. Xie Wanlin's appearance was originally kind, but at this moment, this kindness has a gloomy taste.
Lin Rufei leaned on the head of the bed, smiling but not smiling: "Oh? You have to blame Xie Zhiyao for your actions against my maid?"
Xie Wanlin said, "Isn't it?"
He took off the sword on his waist, slammed it on the table next to him, and said coldly, "If it wasn't for the sudden appearance of Xie Zhiyao's mother clan, he would have died under the sword of the empty city, where would it be my turn to do it? ."
This statement is very interesting. If it is said that it is the practice of the Xie family to let the sons fight each other, but Xie Wanlin is so partial to his own son, if so, what is the meaning of such a fight.
Xie Wanlin obviously guessed what Lin Rufei was thinking, and his face gradually became hideous: "Yes, if it is possible, I would like to kill him with a sword - together with the little servant he cares about most."
Lin Rufei looked out the window and saw the rain curtain covering the sky and the sun. Amidst the rolling thunder, he asked, "Green Ear? What did he steal?"
"Ha, guess what?" Xie Wanlin laughed again after saying this, "Stolen? That little servant is just a mortal man, what can he do from the study, only after hearing something he shouldn't listen to? I ran away." His tone was gloomy, "I should have died a long time ago, hateful, hateful!!"
Xie Wanlin said, and became angry again, his eyes gradually red: "Pity my empty city—"
"I know what you're thinking, don't you just think I'm biased?" Xie Wanlin sneered, hammering his chest heavily, "But isn't the human heart biased?! Kongcheng has been by my side since childhood, He was the next head of the Xie family, and he blames Xie Zhiyao for that wicked obstacle!!" When he talked about the emotional part, he actually roared, and then he burst into tears and cried out in grief. : "My ghost town—without even a decent funeral, was hastily buried, my poor ghost town—"
If Xie Wanlin was ruthless, he was really ruthless, and wished that the demon of Xie would die immediately, but for Xie Kongcheng, Xie Wanlin was a qualified loving relative. It's a pity that everyone has their own lives, Xie Kongcheng still couldn't escape the calamity that he deserved, and was killed by Xie Zhiyao with the bone sword.
In order not to let others know about these filthy affairs of the Xie family, the Xie family who died in this competition cannot hold a funeral, they can only bury them in a hurry at night, and even the place where they are buried is also an unknown piece. Desolate monument. This is tantamount to a huge blow to Xie Wanlin, who loves Xie Kongcheng.
Xie Wanlin's old and mournful appearance seemed to be a bit pitiful, but in the end it was confirmed that poor people must have something to hate. In his heart, he only had a son of Xie Kongcheng, but Xie Kongcheng still died in Xie. Under the sword of the demon.
"Why didn't you kill Xie Zhiyao?" Lin Rufei saw that Xie Wanlin was so indignant, and wondered, "Your cultivation is so much higher than Xie Zhiyao, and it is very easy to kill him. thing."
"I think so." Xie Wanlin gritted his teeth, "Unfortunately, some things can be done without thinking."
It seems that there may be some restrictions on him, and he can't take action against Xie Zhiyao openly, so he will try to toss Xie Zhiyao instead, and even drive Xie Zhiyao to the ancestral hall the night before the decisive battle to be punished, I hope he will be in the second place. Ri and Xie Ji lost in the test.
The thunder outside the window was even heavier, and the bright golden thread slid across the dark sky, falling one after another, causing pain in the eyes of the stabbed people.
The conversation inside the house continued.
Lin Rufei said, "You shot me just because I'm Xie Zhiyao's friend?"
"Oh, of course it's not just like that, you have other uses." Xie Wanlin smiled mysteriously, "If I were you, I would still hope that the one who wins is Xie Ji's."
Lin Rufei raised her eyebrows slightly.
Xie Wanlin said: "If the person who wins is Xie Zhiyao, Young Master Lin, you can go with me." He laughed again, his mental state was obviously on the verge of collapse, and he looked like he was laughing and crying. Like a crazy madman, there is no dignified solemnity at first sight. Who would have thought that Xie Wanlin, who was praised by outsiders, would be such a person, Lin Rufei felt fear in her heart, and only sighed.
After Xie Wanlin finished speaking, his emotions gradually calmed down, holding a sword in his hand and looking far into the distance. His eyes seemed to pass through the rain screen and looked at the night in the distance.
The wind and thunder outside the house was chaotic, and Xie Wanlin murmured suddenly: "Xie Ji, you are really an idiot."
After he said this, Lin Rufei heard a miserable scream from a distance, but this scream seemed to be his illusion, and was soon completely buried in the frantic rain.
But in an instant, Xie Wanlin seemed to be decades old. He stared out the window, rubbed his hand heavily on his saber, and gritted his teeth: "How could I give birth to such an idiot."
It seems that Xie Ji seems to have lost.
Xie Zhiyao didn't wait until tomorrow for the decisive battle. He had no respect for the father who wanted him to die. He did not obey his order to stay in the ancestral hall all night, but took advantage of the strong wind and rain to kill Xie Ji. The sword slashed, and unexpectedly took the final victory.
This was beyond Lin Rufei's expectations. At least in the daytime, Xie Zhiyao showed more respect to Xie Wanlin. But he, who apparently survived to the end, was not as harmless as he appeared to be.
The rain was still falling, Xie Wanlin turned his head and set his eyes on Lin Rufei.
If he just looked at Lin Rufei just like he was looking at a piece of meat on a chopping board, then at this moment, Xie Wanlin was looking at Lin Rufei with the eyes of a dead man.
"Oh, it's all fate, Young Master Lin, don't blame me." Xie Wanlin murmured, "If you want to blame, then blame the monster of Xie..."
Lin Rufei covered her mouth and coughed softly.
Xie Wanlin restrained his expression and looked at the long sword in his hand like a charm, as if thinking about which part of Lin Rufei's body should this sword pass through, so that Lin Rufei's death would be more pleasant.
The entire Gu Mansion was immersed in boundless darkness. Only Lin Rufei's room had faint candlelight flickering, like a trap that attracted moths to the flames.
The moths in the rain are still hooked.
He was dressed in black and completely blended into the night. The violent rain washed away the bloody traces on his clothes, but it couldn't wash away his strong murderous aura.
Xie Zhiyao carried the snow-white bone sword and appeared at the door of Lin Rufei's room under Xie Wanlin's hateful eyes. His face was pale from the rain, but his black eyes were terrifyingly bright.
Seeing Xie Wanlin sitting in front of Lin Rufei's bed, Xie Zhiyao was not surprised. He raised his hand and threw a round thing into the house, which rolled to Xie Wanlin's feet, and was caught again. Xie Wanlin kicked away expressionlessly.
That thing was Xie Ji's beheaded head. His tarnished eyes were still open unwillingly, and there was panic and anxiety inside.
"Father." Xie Zhiyao called out this title, and he said, "I won."
Xie Wanlin raised his eyes to look at his last remaining son, but there was no joy in his eyes, but a viciousness that was about to overflow.
"Why are you unhappy?" Xie Zhiyao smiled, "Everything is over, and the Xie family will continue to prosper for another hundred years, shouldn't you be happy?"
Xie Wanlin said: "Happy? I should be happy, but this kind of Xie family is really disgusting, it's better not to have it."
Xie Zhiyao laughed, as if tears were about to come out, Xie Wanlin's face was ashen, and he said, "What are you laughing at?!"
Xie Zhiyao said: "Father, you are really interesting. If my brother wins the competition, you will probably be so happy that you can't wait to hold a banquet to celebrate. Why did the Xie family become too disgusting if I won?" He lowered his head and looked at his hands. The bone sword in the middle, said warmly, "Yes, after all, I am your least favorite son, it's just a pity..."
Xie Wanlin said, "What a pity?"
Xie Zhiyao's voice turned cold and looked at Xie Wanlin: "Unfortunately, with the current you, I'm afraid I can't destroy the Xie family."
"Hahaha, otherwise, why do you think I'm here?" Xie Wanlin laughed when he heard the words, "I can't do anything to you, but there are always other people who can, such as... The Lin family on Kunlun Mountain, you say , the most beloved youngest son in their family died violently in the Xie Mansion, will Lin Minzhi and the others trouble your childhood friend?"
Xie Zhiyao said coldly, "You want to kill Lin Rufei?"
"Is this a good idea?" Xie Wanlin smiled, "I thought about it for a long time before I came up with it."
Xie Wanlin was really crazy, and he actually wanted the entire Xie family to be buried with him. I don't know why he hated Xie Zhi Yao so much.
Xie Zhiyao said coldly: "I didn't know that my father was so stubborn before, but now, he is going to burn with the entire Xie family."
Xie Wanlin laughed again, and while he laughed, he pulled the saber out of its scabbard. Xie Zhiyao sighed slightly, his lips pursed into a tight straight line. He had a fight with Xie Ji just now, and he also suffered a lot of injuries. It was not easy to stop the crazy Xie Wanlin. As long as Xie Wanlin didn't take action against him, the Xie family's ancestral training ban would not work. It would be easy to kill Lin Rufei.
Although Lin Rufei said that he had an adventure and could use a sword, it was not easy for Xie Wanlin, who wanted to leave his life in the hands of Xie Wanlin, who had cultivated in the eight realms. If Lin Rufei really died under Xie Wanlin's sword, the few brothers and sisters of the Lin family who were short on guard would probably turn Xie's house upside down the next day.
Xie Wanlin sensed Xie Zhiyao's nervousness and laughed out loud.
Xie Zhiyao gritted his teeth and said, "Ru Fei, I'll stop him, you run out, as far as you can—"
Xie Wanlin said yin and yang strangely: "Run? No one wants to run, no one can escape!!!" He raised his hand and waved his sword after his words fell.
In the end, it is the cultivation of the Eight Realms. This sword with all his strength cannot be guaranteed to be stopped even at the peak of Xie Zhiyao, not to mention that he is seriously injured at this time, and it is almost impossible to stop Xie Wanlin. The sword energy was tumbling and surging, but in an instant, the snow-white sword light was already slashing at Lin Rufei's head. Xie Zhiyao shouted and rushed over to stop the sword, but everything seemed That's too late.
"Xie Wanlin—" Xie Zhiyao roared, "I killed you—"
Xie Wanlin laughed wildly.
The blade fell, but there was no dull sound of a sharp weapon piercing the body, but a crisp sound of hitting gold and stone. Xie Wanlin's smile froze on his face, and he looked at the blade in his hand incredulously - the blade was actually held by Lin Rufei, and the white blade pierced through the pale skin of Lin Rufei's palm, the bright red The blood sank down his wrist into his forearm, and then hid into the wide cuff.
The pale blue veins on the back of Lin Rufei's hand collapsed slightly, and then let go, Xie Wanlin's sword that could break gold and stone was broken into several pieces, and it fell to the ground, turning into pieces of scrap iron.
"You... you..." Xie Wanlin widened his eyes, stared at Lin Rufei like a ghost, and said frantically, "Who are you—"
Before Lin Rufei could answer, Xie Wanlin's body softened, she knelt on the ground and looked at the broken blade, and said dumbly, "Impossible, how is it possible, Lin Rufei is a crippled person who knows nothing. How could he stop my sword... how could..."
Xie Zhiyao's voice came from behind him, indifferent as ice, he said: "You say he is a waste? You can't even kill him, isn't it even worse than him? Xie Wanlin, you are even your favorite. If you can't keep your son, you should be trash."
Xie Wanlin said, "No...it's not like this...you..." He wanted to say something, but stopped, stiffly and slowly looking down at his chest.
A snow-white blade emerged from the position of his heart, dyed dazzling red by the blood from his heart.
Xie Zhiyao killed Xie Wanlin with one sword. After these days, he no longer has any nostalgia for his so-called biological father, and his expression is as indifferent as ice. And Xie Wanlin, who was originally from the Eighth Realm, didn't mean to resist. He just stared at the blade on his chest dully, and his vitality began to drain rapidly.
However, this kind of passage does not seem to be a normal death. At the moment when Xie Wanlin's breath was completely cut off, Xie Zhiyao's strength soared, and he jumped from the five realms to the eight realms.
Xie Wanlin's body began to dry up quickly, and layers of ferocious wrinkles appeared on the originally smooth skin, and finally turned into a skeleton. Xie Zhiyao drew his sword ruthlessly, and he fell to the ground and turned into a Powder all over the place.
This scene appeared suddenly and ended quickly, but within a few breaths, Xie Zhiyao had already established the victory. But there was no joy on his face, instead, his expression was solemn.
"Ru Fei, is your injury okay?" Xie Zhiyao hurriedly asked.
"It's not a big deal." Lin Rufei shook off the blood on her hand, Xie Wanlin stabbed with a sword, and he grabbed it with his hand in a conditioned reflex, but who knew that the sword was really caught in his hand, It was easily twisted into pieces. However, his palm was also cut, but fortunately it didn't hurt the vital part, it was just a skin injury.
Xie Zhiyao said: "It really scared me. I haven't seen you for a few years. I didn't expect you to become so powerful. Xie Wanlin's sword, even I may not be able to take it. I didn't expect you to stretch out your hand. He broke his sword..."
Lin Rufei said helplessly, "I didn't know it would be like this."
Xie Zhiyao said: "Don't be humble with me." He looked at the powder Xie Wanlin had turned into on the ground, and sighed, "It's good now, we have to deal with the aftermath..."
Lin Rufei said, "The people in the manor don't know about the fight between you two?"
Xie Zhiyao said: "I know, all the servants in the periphery were cleared away by Xie Wanlin with excuses. Everyone knows it very well."
Lin Rufei: "How are you going to explain it?"
Xie Zhiyao showed some headache and said, "Alas, there is always a way, this Xie Wanlin will really cause trouble for me."
Under normal circumstances, they would have a more formal handover process, and Xie Zhiyao would take his life when Xie Wanlin handed over the affairs of the Xie residence to the Empress Xie Zhiyao. However, Xie Wanlin didn't take the usual path, and suddenly wanted to disadvantage Lin Rufei. Xie Zhiyao was helpless, so he could only do it first.
Fortunately, he inherited all Xie Wanlin's cultivation at this time, and no one dared to speak up in the entire Xie Mansion.
Xie Zhiyao saw that Lin Rufei's hand was still bleeding, so he said to help him bandage it first, Lin Rufei casually wiped it with his cuff, and when he saw that there was no blood, he said, "It's just a small injury, don't worry, Xie Wanlin earlier. Taking Fuhua and Yurui away, do you know where he will keep them?"
Xie Zhiyao frowned: "It may be locked in the dark room of the study, so I'll take a look for you?"
"Okay." Lin Rufei said, "It's time to work."
"You're too polite." Xie Zhiyao sighed, "I'm really sorry to involve you in our house."
Lin Rufei said, "This is not what you want either."
Xie Zhiyao turned to leave, and Lin Rufei watched his figure disappear into the rain.
Before he could return to his senses, he felt that his hand was being held by another pair of cold hands. When he turned around again, he saw Gu Xuandu staring blankly at the wound on his hand.
For some reason, Lin Rufei felt a little guilty, and said indifferently, "It's just a small injury."
Gu Xuandu raised his eyelids: "Small injury? Do you know that you can reach out your hand to stop Xie Wanlin's sword, instead of having five fingers chopped off by his sword?"
Lin Rufei sneered: "It's not that I didn't think too much..."
Gu Xuandu said, "You can think more about it next time." He said with a sigh, "In the future, when someone draws a sword towards you, remember to draw the sword from your waist, instead of blocking it with your hand."
Lin Rufei said inexplicably, "But I don't have a sword on my waist."
Gu Xuandu said: "It's fine, I'll use my sword for you." After that, he added shamelessly, "I will touch your waist as you like."
Lin Rufei: "Senior..." He always felt that something was not right.
Who knows that Gu Xuan is still plausible: "Don't be embarrassed, when it's important like this, if you touch it twice, I won't blame you."
Lin Rufei was speechless when she was choked. When she reacted, she saw Gu Xuandu's narrow smile, and realized that she was being teased by Gu Xuan again.
The author has something to say: Gu Xuandu: Xiaoji, don't be polite to me next time.
Lin Rufei: Are you polite
Gu Xuandu: I'm definitely better than your right hand
Lin Rufei: I suspect you are driving but there is no evidence...