This blow completely overturned Su Zimo's concept of the entire world. It turns out that there are real immortals in this world, and the power of any immortal can surpass the great powers, let alone the Bixia Palace behind it.
Losing his fame is nothing to Su Zimo, but he has been with Zhui Feng since he was a child. In his eyes, Zhui Feng is no longer a horse, but more like a relative.
Not long after, Su Zimo came to his mansion.
This mansion was small and deserted, with only a few rooms. It was a gift given to Su Zimo by his eldest brother Su Hong when he passed the scholar examination at the age of twelve.
Su Zimo held the ashes of 'Zhui Feng', went to a peach tree in the middle of the yard, and buried it.
"Zhuifeng, I planted this peach tree with my own hands, and you will be my companions from now on. One day, I will spread the blood of Master Canglang on your ashes!"
Su Zimo's eyes were a little bloodshot, and he stood quietly by the peach tree for a long time before slowly turning around.
When he turned around, Su Zimo saw someone.
It was a woman wearing a blood-red robe. She was extremely beautiful, not coquettish, not showy, not wearing any makeup, just like a person walking out of a painting.
Su Zimo once lamented that as the ancients said, hibiscus emerges from clear water, and the carvings are naturally removed. This must be the case.
She has a beautiful and elegant face, but she wears a robe as red as blood, which is a bit mismatched. However, this contrast creates a unique temperament in her body.
Two years ago, Su Zimo returned from an outing and saw this girl unconscious near the Canglang Mountains. He was worried that she would be eaten by wild beasts, so he took her back.
Not long after arriving at the mansion, the red-robed woman woke up and seemed to be fine. However, no matter how Su Zimo asked her name and where she lived, she remained silent.
The woman in red robe has lived here for two years, and Su Zimo has never driven her away.
There were no servants in this mansion, and Su Zimo was not used to being served by others, so he took care of three meals a day by himself.
In his opinion, one more person is nothing, just more rations.
In the past two years, every time Su Zimo made something delicious, he would take out a portion and deliver it to the door of the red-robed woman, knock on the door, and then leave.
The woman in red robe rarely showed up. Su Zimo never saw her leave the mansion, and the conversation between the two did not even exceed five sentences.
Not to mention the people in Pingyang Town, no one even knew of her existence in the Su Mansion.
The woman's name was Die Yue. She was withdrawn and taciturn. Su Zimo's understanding of her was limited to this.
Su Zimo didn't know when Die Yue stood behind him, but today, Die Yue looked at him with a strange look that was hard to describe.
Su Zimo nodded at her and walked back to the room.
After two years of contact, both parties have long been accustomed to this kind of greeting, and Su Zimo knew that even if he spoke, Dieyue would not pay attention.
Su Zimo closed the door tightly and took out a sharp knife with a handle about a foot long from the corner. It was stained with rust and had not been used for an unknown period of time.
Su Zimo groped for a long time, found another whetstone, sprinkled some water on it, and sharpened the knife step by step with a gloomy face and cold eyes.
Not long after, Su Zimo seemed to remember something, pushed the door open, looked at Dieyue in the courtyard and said: "Miss Dieyue, you should go to bed early today. No matter what sound you hear at night, you must not leave the room. "
Dieyue was noncommittal and looked indifferent.
For some reason, a strange idea suddenly appeared in Su Zimo's mind.
In terms of temperament and realm, the Dieyue in front of her is more like an immortal, elegant and indifferent to everything. How could a real immortal get angry and hurt someone just because of a mortal's kneeling or not
Of course, this thought passed by in a flash, but Su Zimo didn't take it into consideration.
Su Zimo took out a jar of wine from the cellar in the yard, opened the mud seal, and deliberately spilled some strong wine along the way, leading to his room.
When he came to the door, Su Zimo let go of his hand. The wine jar fell and broke into pieces, and the wine splashed everywhere, exuding a strong smell.
Dieyue watched the whole process in her eyes, with a faint smile on her lips.
Su Zimo walked into the room, the door was not closed tightly and was ajar.
Coming to the corner, Su Zimo continued to sharpen the knife.
Tonight is destined to be restless.
Su Zimo is waiting.
Waiting for someone...
…
At night, the moon is dark and the wind is high.
A sneaky figure slipped into Su Zimo's mansion along the high wall.
When it landed, there was a slightly louder movement, and the black shadow hurriedly rushed to the corner, but it was quite agile.
After a while, the courtyard was quiet and there was no abnormality at all. The black shadow stood up and took out a dagger with a cold light from his waist.
Through the cold light of the dagger, one can vaguely identify that this person is none other than Zhou Dingyun, who joined the Immortal Sect together with Shen Mengqi!
Zhou Dingyun was a master who was determined to retaliate. Originally, he was a little wary of the Su family and Su Zimo's fame.
Now that Su Zimo has been reduced to a pariah, but he has joined the Immortal Sect and soared into the sky, how can he easily spare Su Zimo
What's more, as long as Su Zimo is killed tonight without anyone noticing, he will leave Pingyang Town with Master Canglang tomorrow.
Even if the Su family reacted, they would not dare to come to the door, otherwise Master Canglang would be annihilated in his anger.
Zhou Dingyun didn't have any martial arts skills, he was just physically strong and thought that it would be no problem to deal with a weak scholar.
After taking a few cautious steps, Zhou Dingyun smelled a faint aroma of wine. He glanced around and saw a broken wine jar at the door of the room.
"Hehe." Zhou Dingyun felt relieved and said with a ferocious smile: "After all, you have never experienced the storm, and you are still trying to drink away your sorrows. I'm afraid you are drunk now. It's just right, I will cut off your hand tendons and hamstrings. I’ll torture you slowly again!”
Zhou Dingyun swaggered to the door of the room and saw that the door was ajar. He looked inside through the crack in the door and saw that there seemed to be a person lying on the bed, but the light was weak and he couldn't see clearly.
Zhou Dingyun didn't think much, and with a ferocious expression on his face, he pushed the door open and rushed in.
The smell of alcohol in the room became heavier, Zhou Dingyun frowned, and lightly touched the bed.
The moment Zhou Dingyun came to the bedside, a shadow quietly walked out from behind the door, like a ghost in the dark.
suddenly!
A cold light flashed in the darkness, and before he could react, Zhou Dingyun felt a slight chill on his neck, a faint tingling, and a cold voice sounded in his ears.
"If you move, I'll kill you!"
Suddenly, a chill ran down Zhou Dingyun's back, and the hairs all over his body stood up.
Even with a thousand kilograms of strength in his body, Zhou Dingyun couldn't use it even half a cent.
He knew very well that what was hanging around his neck was definitely a sharp weapon that could at least pierce his throat easily.
"You, you, who are you?"
Zhou Dingyun panicked. He felt as if his throat had been pierced and the warm liquid was sliding down his neck and into his chest.
This feeling is terrifying!
It's like his life force is passing away little by little, but he can't do anything about it.
Caught off guard, Zhou Dingyun felt his hair suddenly being forcibly pulled up and pulled back violently!
There was a tearing pain in my scalp, almost to the point of being pulled off!
"ah!"
Zhou Dingyun screamed in pain.
Under the stimulation of severe pain and the threat of death from the sharp blade, Zhou Dingyun's legs softened and he fell to his knees with a plop.
Zhou Dingyun had never felt that death was so close to him.
"Look who I am." The voice behind him sounded again, cold and sinister, like a life-threatening ghost in the underworld.
Zhou Dingyun maintained a strange posture, tilting his head back, trying to open his eyes wide and look up.
This sight frightened Zhou Dingyun to death.
In the darkness, Su Zimo's face was gloomy, his eyebrows were furrowed, and there was no trace of scholarly spirit. His eyes were so bright that they seemed sharper than the sharp knife in his hand!
At this moment, Zhou Dingyun truly felt Su Zimo's murderous intention and determination.
"Oops! Su Zimo lost his fame and became a pariah. He really wants to kill me."
"No, I have to join the Immortal Sect. I can't die!"
In the flash of lightning, Zhou Dingyun's mind went through thousands of thoughts, and finally they all turned into a strong desire to survive.
Zhou Dingyun said in a trembling voice: "You, you can't kill me, I know that you, you can't escape death..."
"hehe."
Su Zimo said with a smile: "I have a low life now, and I am about to drag someone to be buried with me. It's such a coincidence that you bumped into me yourself, so don't blame me."
Su Zimo's smile in the darkness looked particularly terrifying in Zhou Dingyun's eyes.
That flat tone made Zhou Dingyun even more frightened.
"Crazy, Su Zimo is crazy!"
Before this thought came to an end, Zhou Dingyun felt the sharp knife on his throat move again.
Waves of stinging pain came, and Zhou Dingyun's spirit collapsed instantly.
"Su, Second Young Master Su, please spare my life. I will never do evil again in the future."
"Second Young Master Su, I, Zhou Dingyun, swear to God that if I am lucky enough to join the Immortal Sect in the future, I will never come to take revenge on you. Otherwise, I will be shot through the heart by random arrows and die."
Su Zimo said nothing, just squinted his eyes and stared at Zhou Dingyun faintly.
This silence made Zhou Dingyun even more panicked.
Zhou Dingyun couldn't figure out Su Zimo's thoughts at all.
I don't know how long it took, but when Zhou Dingyun was almost desperate, he suddenly felt his scalp loosen, and the sharp knife on his neck slowly moved away.
"get out."
Su Zimo said coldly.
These two words were like fairy sounds, and Zhou Dingyun ran out of the room as if he had been granted amnesty.
Zhou Dingyun clutched the wound on his neck with his palms and ran to the yard, breathing heavily.
After escaping from death, Zhou Dingyun gritted his teeth and had evil thoughts in his heart.
"Su Zimo is a scholar after all. He just got the upper hand. How capable can he be?"
Zhou Dingyun had a fierce look in his eyes and couldn't help but look back.
I saw Su Zimo standing at the door, wearing a green shirt and holding a foot-long sharp knife in his right hand. His eyes were cold, and his whole body looked like a man-eating tiger, with murderous intent revealed!
There was a hint of mockery in his gaze, as if he had already read Zhou Dingyun's thoughts.
Zhou Dingyun's evil thoughts that just arose disappeared in an instant.
Zhou Dingyun didn't know how deep the wound on his neck was, and he didn't know if Su Zimo had any backup plan. No matter what, he didn't want to take any more risks.
"A gentleman's revenge is never too late."
Zhou Dingyun thought so and fled here in a hurry.