Seven Nights of Snow

At the same time as the sniper attack took place on the Uliastai snowfield, on the distant top of Kunlun Mountain, Tong slowly opened his eyes.

"It's time to act." Miaohuo was already waiting in the darkness, but he didn't dare look at the pair of eyes full of spiritual light in the depths of the darkness. He lowered his head and looked at the toes of Tong. "Early tomorrow morning, the King of Religion will go to the mountaintop paradise. Only Mingli will accompany him. Miaokong and Miaoshui are not here, and Miaofeng has not returned yet."

"It should be the Eight Horses that held Miao Feng back." Tong's eyes sparkled. He raised his hand and clenched the Blood Sword at his side. He said in a low voice, "As long as he doesn't come back, things will be much easier. We will act according to the plan when the High King passes by the glacier."

"Yes." Miaohuo nodded and quietly left.

Sitting alone in the dark, Tong's eyes slowly closed again.

The Eight Horses really intercepted Miao Feng, so what happened to that female doctor... now

Sitting in the darkest corner, the scene of the beautiful head being chopped off by the long sword appeared before his eyes - at that moment, he subconsciously gripped the sword tightly, his fingers trembled slightly because of the force, as if he felt some kind of fear that penetrated into his bones.

What was there to fear? That order was clearly given by him personally.

He absolutely could not let Miao Feng bring the doctor back to the Great Guangming Palace to save the devil. Anyone who wanted to protect the devil must be eliminated - kill gods and Buddhas, no mercy! But... why was there always a voice in his heart reminding him that it would be a terribly wrong decision

"Mingjie... I will never let you stay in the dark again."

Those bright eyes once again emerged from his mind, staring at him with irritating concern and tenderness.

He tried his best to control his thoughts and not let himself fall into this inexplicable chaos. His pale and slender fingers gently rubbed the Blood Sword lying on his knees, feeling the cold edge - the blade coated with dragon blood beads, faintly emitting a red light, and even the blood groove was densely filled with dragon blood bead powder.

A sword like this is enough to kill all gods and demons.

He sat in the darkness with his head down, listening to the screams and fighting coming from the animal world next door, the corners of his mouth silently curved up.

Adoration King... Tomorrow is the day you die!

He opened his eyes instantly, and purple light shone out, shining like a ghost in the dark night.

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At the same time as the sniper attack took place on the Uliastai snowfield, a white bird flew across the vast forest and snowfield and arrived at the Pharmacist Valley.

"Ga--" Obviously familiar with the terrain here, the white bird flew directly to the Summer Garden, passed through the bead curtain and landed on the shelf, calling loudly and flapping its wings, hoping to immediately attract the attention of the hostess.

However, after calling for a long time, only one girl who hadn't had enough of her nap came out yawning: "What's making so much noise? Huh?"

Shuanghong recognized the white bird and exclaimed. The snow kite jumped onto her shoulder, gently grasping her shoulder, and kept raising its claws to signal her to look at the cloth tied on it.

"Hey, is this what your master sent to the Valley Master?" Shuang Hong rubbed her eyes and finally saw it clearly. She muttered, "But she's out of the valley. It will take a long time for her to come back."

"Gu?" The Snow Kites seemed to understand what she said. It pecked the cloth off its feet with its beak and carried it away.

"Green ants brewing new wine, red clay stove. Tonight, the sky is about to snow, can you drink a cup? - I will be back north soon, and I will be waiting for you with warm wine. White."

Just a few lines of words made Shuanghong laugh.

"Hey, Mr. Huo Qi is really planning to come back here?" She was very happy and folded the cloth. "No wonder the Valley Master asked us to bury a few jars of Laughing Red Dust under the plum tree before leaving - we all thought that he would forget about this place after he cured the disease!"

"Ga." Upon hearing the three words "Xiao Hongchen", Xue Yao jumped, and his black bean-like eyes turned, revealing a greedy look.

"However, the Valley Master has recently gone to Kunlun to treat the King of Sect, and I'm afraid he won't be back for a while." Shuanghong touched the feathers of the Snow Harrier and sighed, "Such a long way... I hope that Miaofeng can really protect the Valley Master."

Xue Yao showed a worried expression in his eyes. He suddenly jumped onto the table, picked up a brush, and looked back at Shuang Hong.

"Do you want to reply?" Shuanghong was stunned.

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In the wasteland, blood bloomed like fireworks.

After an hour, the Tianluo formation was finally broken. At the moment of breaking, four bodies fell in four directions. Without waiting for the remaining people to react, Miao Feng flew over in an instant, and the sword in his hand pointed at the throat of the fifth person.

"Tell me, what is the plan for Tong to send you here?" A terrible murderous intent condensed in his eyes, and the sword slowly slashed down, cutting open the main blood vessels, "-If you don't tell me, I will peel off your skin."

No one knows better than him how tenacious the killers who came out of Shura Field are.

Therefore, we must be ruthless when we take action.

"Heh." However, there was no fear in Chen Fu's eyes, and a hint of irony appeared at the corner of his lips. "Feng, I don't understand why someone like you is willing to be the dog of the King of Churches?"

"Then why are you Tong's dog?" Miao Feng was completely indifferent, "There is no need for each other to understand."

"Tell me, what's your plan, Tong?" The tip of the sword had already severed the two tendons under the collarbone, "If you don't want to be skinned alive."

Chen Fu suddenly burst into laughter, and as he laughed, his face quickly turned gray.

"Feng, it seems... you have really been away from Shura Field for too long..." A line of green blood oozed from the corner of his mouth, and the last killer slowly fell down, sneering, "Have you... forgotten 'Seal the Throat'?"

The morning duck fell to the ground in the snow and died quickly and peacefully, with a mocking smile on his lips.

Miao Feng was stunned. Such a quick death was obviously beyond his control. Yes! Throat-sealing. He actually forgot that every killer in the Shura Field had a "throat-sealing" hidden in his teeth!

He put down his sword dejectedly and looked blankly at the mess of corpses on the snow. These people were actually his kind.

Miao Feng's breath was flat, he raised his hand to cover his chest, and spat out a mouthful of blood - Ba Jun was not an ordinary person, he had just used the forbidden technique of Heavenly Demon Body Splitting to defeat it. However, at this moment, the strong counterattack after forcibly using the forbidden technique also made him seriously injured.

He leaned on his sword and walked towards the west with difficulty - that female doctor should have arrived at Uliastai, right

However, before he could walk three feet, his eyes suddenly focused—

Footprints! Next to the line of footprints that Xue Ziye left behind, there was another line of shallow footprints!

He suddenly turned his head and scanned the snowy ground after the fierce battle. The tip of his sword swept across the snow, sweeping away the remaining snow. There were five bodies on the snow, plus Tong Jue, whose throat was cut by a sword earlier, and Zhui Dian, who was buried in the snow, a total of seven people - his face turned pale in an instant: one body was missing!

Fei Pian? In the previous round of attacks, Fei Pian, who was forced back by his attack, didn't die

The sound of the bloody battle behind him could no longer be heard, and Xue Ziye ran in the wind and snow without knowing the direction.

She trudged through knee-deep snow, one mile, two miles... The wind and snow pushed her down several times, and the true energy that Miao Feng had injected into her body was slowly disappearing. She felt ice forming in her chest again, and she couldn't breathe. She staggered and fell in the deep snow.

There is a vague sight of green in front of me, and I hear the sound of camel bells in the distance - is that Uliastai

That Gobi oasis that means "land of many willows"

She used up her last bit of strength, propped herself up with both hands, gritted her teeth and moved inch by inch in that direction. She had to get there quickly... otherwise, the wind and snow would freeze her halfway.

"Hey, you can still move?" She suddenly heard a sneer in her ear, and a foot suddenly stepped hard on her hand. "Look at your face, you can't hold on any longer, right?"

A tight-fitting man in white clothes landed beside her, wearing a mask and laughing coldly - from the voice, it turned out to be a woman.

"Consider me merciful and won't let you suffer any more." Fei Pian, who had been chasing him all the way, was obviously injured. His hand holding the sword was shaking a little, and his breathing was flat. "Cut off your head and go back to report to Tong!"

Tong? At that moment, Xue Ziye looked up as if he had received an electric shock, and looked towards the direction of Kunlun in the far west.

Mingjie, it turns out it was really you... who sent someone to kill me

A bitter smile appeared on her lips as she watched the sharp sword slashing down towards her. She reached for her waist, but it was too late.

"Ding!" Suddenly, there was a sound of metal clashing in the wind. Fei Pian's sword suddenly turned sharply halfway through, barely blocking a thrown green steel sword. The sword was attached with a strong internal energy, and Fei Pian barely took it. He took three steps back before he could stabilize his body, and felt the blood in his chest surging.

However, before she could stand firm, the man rushed over, put his palms together, and drew an arc to surround her.

Mu Chunfeng? She knew he was powerful, and immediately used all her strength to fight back, crossing her swords in front of her to block the surging warm airflow—snowflakes flew everywhere. After one palm strike, both sides took a step back, panting heavily.

It seems that Miao Feng, who is known as one of the two best masters in Shura Field, has also suffered serious injuries just now.

"Hehe, it seems that you are more seriously injured than me," Fei Pian suddenly sneered, looking at the person standing in front of Xue Ziye, and said sarcastically, "You want to save this woman so much? Then hurry up and give her some life! If you don't give her some life now, she'll be dead!"

Miao Feng's face changed, but he didn't dare to look back. He just whispered, "Valley Master Xue?"

No response.

He stared at Fei Pian, cautiously stepped back three feet, glanced at the snow with the corner of his eye, and suddenly his whole body was shocked. Xue Ziye was lying face down in the snow, motionless. He was shocked and subconsciously wanted to bend over to help her up, but finally forced himself to hold back - if he bent over at this time, the empty space behind him would be completely open, and he was afraid that he would be killed by the sword in an instant!

"What? You don't dare to be distracted?" Fei Pian glared coldly with his sword in hand, "That's right, coming from the Shura Field, who would be so stupid as to sell out his own empty goal to the opponent?"

She sneered and said sarcastically, "Alright! Tong has ordered that if I can't take your life, then taking this woman's life will be the same - Envoy Miao Feng, I will fight with you here, and you can just watch her die!"

Miao Feng's smiling face finally revealed a solemn look, and his fingers slowly tightened.

"Valley Master Xue?" He called out again in a low voice, but the person on the snow was motionless, and there was no breath of life. The smile on his face slowly froze, the look in his eyes changed a thousand times in an instant, and his body trembled slightly. If he didn't take action, he would really have to watch her die... However, even if he distracted himself to save Xue Ziye at this moment, he would inevitably be killed by the sword immediately, and he would not survive!

The thought flashed through my mind thousands of times in an instant, but I still couldn't make a decision at this moment.

“Hey.” Fei Pian sneered, “We, the Eight Horses, are no match for the one who can force Envoy Miao Feng into such a dilemma—”

However, before he finished speaking, Miao Feng lowered his head in an instant, loosened his hands that were sealed in defense, and rushed to pick up the dying woman from the snow! At the same time, he turned sideways, facing Fei Pian, protecting the person in his arms, and pressed on the spiritual acupoint on her back with one hand!

"Swish!" He had been provoking each other with words, and once he got an opening, the flying sword immediately pierced Miao Feng's back like lightning.

At that moment, he was left with an open door, and was taken advantage of. Miao Feng could feel the sword energy breaking through his body without even turning his head. He held Xue Ziye's back with one hand and quickly breathed into him, while his other hand went into battle with the sword, striking Fei Pian's heart. He knew that it was impossible for him to take on this full-strength attack with one hand, so at this moment he had completely given up on defense, not seeking his own life, but only to kill the enemy at the same time!

Only in this way can Xue Ziye have a glimmer of hope.

The sword pierced his back, and at the same time, his hand was about to hit Fei Pian's chest. Neither side paused for a moment—the eyes of the two killers from the Shura Field were filled with the cold determination of sacrificing their lives!

"Crack." Suddenly, a strange light swept across the wind.

Miao Feng only felt the person he was holding suddenly tremble, as if a strong force came from Xue Ziye's waist, shaking him so much that he couldn't stand steadily and fell into the snow while holding her. At the same moment, Fei Pian let out a scream, as if he was hit head-on by some terrible force, and his body flew backwards like a kite with a broken string, and he was already lifeless when he landed.

Everything happened in the blink of an eye. Even Miao Feng didn't know what happened. Miao Feng fell on the snow, looking at the woman in his arms who opened her eyes quietly.

"Are you okay?" He rarely smiled and was shocked.

"That was a close call..." Xue Ziye's face turned pale and he let out a breath, "You really don't want to live anymore?"

She was still breathing faintly, and her mind was clear. She put down her hand that was clasped on the spring, opened her eyes and smiled at him slyly. He was shocked by this smile: just now... just now she was dying, was it just a fake? She actually saved him!

"Hey, are you okay?" She asked weakly, her fingers went around his shoulder and touched the wound on his back, "It's a deep wound... It needs to be bandaged quickly... You didn't defend yourself at all just now. Do you really want to risk your life to save me?"

"Rain of Pear Blossom Needles?" His eyes fell on the empty spring at the side of her waist, and he blurted out.

—This is clearly the top-secret hidden weapon of the Tang Clan in Shu, but it has disappeared from the martial arts world since Tang Que’s death. How could it be here

"Yes, it was mortgaged to me as medical fee... I'm fine..." Xue Ziye murmured weakly, his face pale, "But, can you please... stand up quickly?..."

"I'm sorry." Knowing that he was the one who pressed her so hard that she couldn't breathe, Miao Feng showed an embarrassed look on his face. He loosened his hands and tried to stand up. However, as soon as he moved, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and his vision suddenly went black.

"Ah?!" Xue Ziye exclaimed, "Miao Feng!"

When I woke up, it was already dark.

There was the sound of whistling wind in my ears and snowflakes falling on my face, but my body felt warm.

The wounds on his body had been bandaged, and the pain was obviously relieved - was he saved? In all these years, no one except the King had ever saved him. This time, was he saved by someone else? He lowered his head in confusion and saw the lynx fur wrapped around him and the purple-dressed woman who was almost frozen next to him.

"Valley Master Xue!" he exclaimed and quickly picked her up from the snow.

She had already passed out from the cold, her lips were purple and her hands and feet were cold. He untied the lynx fur and wrapped her in it, pressing his hands on the Xinlingtai acupoint on her back to dispel the coldness for her - but after a bloody battle, he was seriously injured and his internal energy was not flowing as smoothly as usual. After a long time, she did not wake up. Miao Feng was anxious, and the smile on his face disappeared unconsciously. He just hugged Xue Ziye tightly in his arms.

Her body temperature was still very low and her face gradually turned paler, like a dying animal. She curled up tightly to resist the bone-chilling cold coming from both inside and outside. Her bloodless lips were tightly closed, snowflakes fell on the corners of her eyes and eyebrows, and her breath gradually became weaker.

"Valley Master Xue!" He grabbed her shoulders in panic and shook her, "Wake up!"

He recalled how he had asked her to leave the valley: she cared about his life and didn't want to see him die, so she took the risk and followed him out of the valley - even though he was just a stranger. On the way back to the west, various life and death incidents followed one after another. As a protector, he was repeatedly saved by a woman who didn't know martial arts.

She was sleeping in the snow, her cheeks and hands were frozen like ice. At that moment, he felt a kind of fear - a feeling that he had never felt since he entered the Great Light Palace more than ten years ago. He almost went crazy and used the Mu Chunfeng technique to the extreme, continuously sending his internal energy into that cold body.

"Xue Huai..." Finally, the person in his arms let out a murmured sigh and shrank his body, "It's so cold."

Miao Feng was suddenly stunned.

Xue Huai... Is this name the boy under the ice? - The boy from the same village as Tong.

In fact, the first time he heard her ask about Tong, he was already secretly alert in his heart. Years of training allowed him to hide the truth without changing his expression. After following her to the village, he was more certain of the woman's past identity - yes, he had seen her many years ago!

The blood and fire of that night reappeared before his eyes. The snow in the dark night rolled in. He closed his eyes silently.

How many years have passed? How many years have passed since he entered the Shura Field and carried out his first mission? The reluctance and guilt he felt when he first killed someone have long since disappeared. He can even crush the other person's heart with a smile.

So much blood and corpses piled together, soaking his first half of life.

He had long been numb to killing, but her appearance made him feel the burning pain and the struggle that almost tore his heart in two.

The massacre that night came to my mind vividly -

Blood.

raging fire.

Screams came one after another.

A burning house.

There are countless men, women, young and old fleeing...

A young man and woman staggered hand in hand as they fled out of the village, while Tong, who was brought out of the dark house by the King of Popes, chased after them madly, calling out to them hoarsely.

"Feng, bring him back." The King of Church sat on the jade throne and pointed at the young man with his hand wearing a jeweled ring, "My Tong."

"Yes." The fifteen-year-old boy put down the bloody sword, lowered his head and smiled, then chased out.

—Yes. That young man is the target of the King of Admiralty this time. He may be more useful than himself in the future. Therefore, he must not be let go.

The King of the Church laughed coldly behind him: "Everyone has already abandoned you, Tong, why are you chasing after them?"

The young man suddenly stopped as if struck by lightning, standing on the ice, his shoulders gradually trembling, and he shouted loudly as if in despair: "Xiao Ye! Xue Huai! Wait for me! Wait for me..." - However, the fleeing man did not look back.

He chased after him, grabbed the boy's shoulders, and smiled: "Tong, everyone has abandoned you. Only the King of Churches needs you. Come... and join us."

"No... No!" The young man suddenly pushed him away frantically and chased after them along the glacier stubbornly. In just a moment, he was only three feet away from the young man and woman. However, the two people ran away without looking back, holding hands tightly, and fled along the glacier.

"Do you still want to chase me?" He flew out and smiled at the boy. "Well, okay—"

His arm sank, and a palm struck the ice!

"Ka--" the thick ice suddenly cracked, and the cracks spread out like lightning. The glacier shattered in an instant, and the cold and black river opened its huge mouth, swallowing the two young men and women running on the ice!

"Now, it's over." He put his hands away and smiled at his stunned peer, watching him slowly kneel down in front of him as if he had collapsed, shouting in despair.

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Is it over? No.

Twelve years later, on a snowy night in the wilderness, the shadow of fate once again enveloped him.

"Xue Huai... is cold." The woman curled up tightly in the golden lynx fur, her whole body shivering slightly, "It's so cold."

Miao Feng lowered his head and looked at the dependence revealed on the pale face. Suddenly, he felt as if a needle had pierced into the deepest part of his heart. Endless sorrow and powerlessness swept over him, almost defeating him - before he understood what was happening, a tear had already slipped from the corner of his eye and instantly froze into ice.

The smile disappeared from his face the moment the first tear in fifteen years fell.

He didn't know what this unprecedented feeling was about, and he just closed his eyes silently in the wind and snow.

He was a survivor of the Loulan royal family, and had witnessed the decline and extinction of his clan. Ever since he was rescued from the bandits by the King of the Church, he had only one goal in life—he was just a sword in the hands of the King of the Church. He lived only for that one person, and he died only for that one person... He didn't ask why, and he wouldn't hesitate.

For all those years, he had been calm and peaceful, never wavering for a moment.

However... why at this moment, there is a deep and secret pain in his heart? Is he... regretting it

Did he regret having so much blood on his hands, and regret hurting the person in front of him

He could not answer, but took off his lynx fur coat in the snow and hugged the exhausted female doctor tightly. The woman in the lynx fur coat was slowly regaining her vitality, and her shivering body was tightly pressed against his chest, trusting and relying on him so much.

He had no idea that the man next to him had his hands covered in blood.

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The clerk of the Uliastai Post Station went out for patrol in the middle of the night and saw a dreamlike scene:

In the heavy snow, a man in white staggered over, with strange blue hair flying in the wind, blood splattered on his clothes, and a golden fur coat in his arms. The man ran very fast, and in the moment when he woke up from his sleep, he had already run into the city along the post road and disappeared in the willow forest.

"Oh my god... am I seeing a ghost?" The clerk muttered, rubbing his eyes and shining the lantern on the ground.

There, there were deep footprints on the snow, and next to the footprints, drops of blood were shocking.

When Xue Ziye woke up, it was already dawn the next day.

This time she woke up, not in the carriage. She slept quietly on a kang, covered with three layers of quilts, her body was warm and comfortable. There was a fire in the room, very warm. Outside the guesthouse, the willows were green, and the green shade was like a veil. Someone was playing the flute.

What surprised her was that when she woke up this time, Miao Feng was not by her side.

Strange, where did it go

“Summer days, winter nights, after a hundred years, return to their home.

"Winter nights, summer days. After a hundred years, return to your room."

That was "Ge Sheng" - the familiar sound of the song made her suddenly realize, and then she was secretly grateful. She understood that Miao Feng was using the most tactful way to persuade her. The man in white who was smiling all the time, had a hidden murderous aura, and could kill people without being seen, but he had such a delicate heart that he could quickly perceive other people's inner joys and anger.

She got down from the ground and walked to the window. But the music suddenly stopped, as if the flute player had also fallen silent at the same moment.

After a while, another song started.

When she opened the window, she saw a man in white playing a flute in the willow forest. Miao Feng was sitting on a willow branch, leaning against the tree, looking up slightly, closing his eyes and playing a short flute. The charming and deep music flew out from his fingertips, dancing gently in the wind with his white clothes and blue hair.

The sound of the flute was strange, unlike any music from any place in the Central Plains, and was filled with a mysterious sadness. It was as if someone was looking up at the sky and sighing deeply; it was also as if a bonfire was jumping in the night, reflecting the face of the dancing girl. It was joyous and sad, warm and mysterious, as if water and fire were blending and blooming together.

Xue Ziye was speechless for a moment - was this a dream? In such a strong wind and sand, there is a place like Uliastai; and in such willows, there is such a beautiful flute sound.

"Awake?" However, the sound of the flute stopped abruptly when she pushed the window open. Miao Feng opened her eyes and asked, "Did you rest well?"

She nodded hesitantly, and suddenly felt a sense of loss as if her dream was broken.

"Then let's get going after dinner." He looked at the sky, his expression a little dazed. After a pause, he suddenly came to his senses, put away his flute and jumped down to the ground, "I'll go see if the new horse has enough grass."

The moment he passed by him, Xue Ziye had a vaguely strange feeling, but he didn't know why.

It was not until his figure disappeared in the willow grove that she realized what had made her feel unnatural just now—the smile on that face that was always smiling had disappeared at some point!

What is he sad about

The best coachman in Uliastai was hired for a large sum of money, and the carriage sped along the post road.

In the car, Xue Ziye kept looking at Miao Feng anxiously. This man was holding a piccolo in his hand, staring at the white snow outside the car, without saying a word. The strangest thing was that there was still no smile on his face.

"You... what's wrong?" She finally couldn't help herself and broke the suffocating silence, "Did the wound get worse?"

"No." Miao Feng replied calmly, "The Valley Master's medicine is very good."

"Then," she looked at him in confusion, "why aren't you smiling?"

He turned to look at her in surprise: "Why am I laughing?"

Xue Ziye was stunned. The art of Mu Chunfeng would change a person's temperament and personality from the inside out, making the practitioner harmonious and peaceful, without distractions. That kind of smile was naturally revealed from the inside out. From the moment she saw Miao Fengqi, she knew that he had practiced deeply for more than ten years and had already perfectly integrated his temperament with his inner breath.

However, at this moment, the smile on his face suddenly disappeared.

Xue Ziye was vaguely worried, but he only said, "So you can also play the flute."

Miao Feng finally smiled and raised the short flute in her hand: "No, this is not a flute, it's a 筚篥, a musical instrument of us Western Regions people. My sister taught me more than a dozen ancient songs of Loulan before, but unfortunately I have almost forgotten them all."

He tilted his head slightly, looked at the blue sky after the snow, and sighed.

"At that time, my name was Yami..."

Those things, in fact, have not been thought of for many years... For more than ten years, I have been running in the darkness with blood, cutting everything with my sword, and not hesitating to stop anyone who is against the king of the church at the cost of my life. Originally, such a life should be very peaceful and satisfying, right? So pure and firm, without doubt, hesitation, and regret.

He didn't think about the past because it was unnecessary.

But why at this moment, those things that have been forgotten for many years suddenly reappeared one after another

"You can't do this." When he was distracted, a hand suddenly pressed the bandage on his chest. Xue Ziye looked at him worriedly, "Your internal energy and emotions are beginning to become uncoordinated. It's easy to go astray if you continue like this. I'll use silver needles to seal it for you first, just in case..."

"No need." Miao Feng suddenly frowned, stepped back as if burned, and suddenly raised his head and looked at her -

"Valley Master Xue," she saw him suddenly laugh and whispered, "You will regret this."

Startled by the dreamlike tone, Xue Ziye looked up at the person in front of her, startled for a moment, but then smiled: "Maybe... But that's a matter for the future." Her fingers flexibly tied a knot on the bandage, and she leaned over to bite off the growing cloth with her teeth: "But now, what doctor would abandon a patient and not care about him?"

He fell silent and stopped resisting, allowing the doctor to treat his wounds, but his eyes were always looking at the azure blue sky of the Western Regions.

The mountains are slowly receding, and the snow is like light on a pearl crown.

—In three days, we will be able to reach Kunlun, right

He couldn't help but lift the curtain and shout in a barbaric language, ordering the driver to speed up.

Twenty-five days have passed since I was sent out of the palace. I encountered many accidents along the way, but fortunately I was able to return before the one-month deadline. However, I wonder what the situation is like in Da Guangming now? Tong... Would you have expected that I would bring back an old acquaintance

But you probably don't remember it... After all, that night, I saw the King of Popes personally seal all your memories with three golden needles, and forcibly brought you back to the palace when you were kneeling beside the glacier and on the verge of collapse.

If I hadn't knocked you out, you would have jumped down, right

You were really stupid back then...

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10. Assassination

When the female doctor set out from Uliastai, an unprecedented assassination suddenly began on the top of Kunlun Mountain.

The sunlight had just shone on the top of Kunlun Mountain, and the glaciers on the top reflected an extremely bright light.

With a loud rumble, the snow on the top of the mountain was shaken by a huge force, and instantly roared and collapsed, sliding down the ice wall like a wave. All the disciples in the palace were silent, and raised their heads to see the sudden fight on the top of the mountain.

"What happened?" The lower-level believers whispered to each other, not understanding how they could see such a thing in the paradise so early in the morning.

“Yes, it’s Master Tong!” A disciple from the Shura Field recognized the figure in the distance and exclaimed, “It’s Master Tong!”

"Master Tong and the King of Religion are fighting?" There were low exclamations from all around, but the emotions in the voices were different.

The voices spread quietly, with shock, fear, and even a hint of admiration and ecstasy - in the thirty years that the King of the Church has ruled the Great Light Palace, there has never been a rebel as powerful as Tong! Will the throne be overthrown this time

Everyone looked up at the interlaced figures on the glacier, dazzled.

"What are you looking at?" Suddenly, a loud shout rang out, causing everyone to turn their heads. A man in a long, dark blue robe floated over, with a bronze mask on his face - it was Miaokong, one of the Five Mingzi.

The usually silent Wu Mingzi looked at the earth-shaking incident, but he seemed not to want to get involved at all. He just waved his hand to drive everyone away: "All irrelevant people, return to your rooms, and do not come out! Unless you want to lose your head!"

"Yes!" Everyone lowered their heads nervously and retreated.

Miaokong was the only one left in the empty twelve palaces.

"Heh... Saint Moon," he turned his head and saw the woman in the attic in the distance closing the window, "Aren't you going to follow your loving father?"

The woman on the tall building raised her lips and smiled indifferently: "I don't even want to look at it."

The window was shut tightly, Miaokong stared at it with interest for a moment, and then turned his eyes away after confirming that the Huihe princess would not come out again. In the attic next to him, there was a pair of eager eyes staring at the decisive battle on the top of Kunlun Mountain. It seemed that they were eager to try, but finally restrained themselves.

That is the Star Saint Sara, the younger sister of the Sun Saint Uma.

The youngest daughter of the former Uighur king, she was sent to Kunlun with her elder sister after her uncle usurped the throne. It was no wonder that the two sisters were filled with hatred after suddenly becoming abandoned daughters from a wealthy family. However, Uma was braver than her younger sister after all. Unlike Sala, even though she saw her elder sister being killed for treason, she still did not dare to show any resistance.

Miaokong touched the bronze mask on his face and sighed: It seems that there are many people like him who stay out of the matter and watch the changes... But, are they really staying out of it? Or are they secretly crossing the river

Everyone in the Great Guangming Palace is not simple.

He walked slowly across the white jade bridge with his hands behind his back, heading towards the paradise on the top. Along the way, his mind raced as he thought about his next move, his expression changing constantly under the bronze mask. However, just as he reached the glacier near the top of the mountain, he suddenly felt a shock all over his body, and took a step back.

Murderous aura! The paradise was filled with a suffocating murderous aura!

Two figures moved through the snow like the wind, and the sound of metal clashing could be vaguely heard. From a distance, they seemed evenly matched. The King kept his head down, not making eye contact with his opponent, but only looking at the part below Tong's shoulders, judging the direction of his moves from his gestures.

The movements of both sides were extremely fast.

The paradise was in a mess, with more than ten bodies lying dead, including the guards beside the King of Churches and the elite killers of Shura Field. Obviously, the two sides had been fighting for a long time. When flying over the glacier again, Tong suddenly raised his head, and his eyes suddenly glowed with a sharp light like a knife!

Pupil Technique! Everyone was shocked. This top assassin of the Great Light Palace finally used his special skill!

However, why wait until now to use this spell

"Qian Die!" The moment his eyes opened, a sharp purple light burst out.

—On the glaciers on all sides, countless pairs of identical eyes suddenly appeared!

Those ice walls refracted and reflected each other, creating hundreds of shadows, and the eyes of each shadow emitted an extremely sharp light in an instant - that kind of ultimate pupil technique was enhanced a hundred times after being reflected by the ice walls, interweaving into a web and becoming an unavoidable trap!

The Pope let out a sharp cry in an instant, staggered back, spit out a mouthful of blood, and fell into the throne.

His limbs were still trembling, but he couldn't raise his hands no matter what. He was hit head-on when the pupil technique was activated, and lost control of his body in an instant. He couldn't move his hands or lift his feet. Looking at the black-clad assassin approaching with a sword, the king suddenly pursed his lips and let out a whistle, summoning his most loyal guards.

A roar came from the depths of the paradise, and a group of ferocious mastiffs rushed out and bit Tong's throat!

"How pitiful... Miaofeng hasn't come back yet, and Mingli has been held back by Miaohuo. Now you can only summon these beasts." Tong turned around with the sword in his hand and sneered. Before the mastiffs pounced on him, he pointed his toes and flew up from the glacier, turning into a flash of lightning.

"How?" In just a moment, he landed on the ice again and slowly raised the sword in his right hand.

Blood flowed all over the sword blade, completely blocking the light on the sword blade. There were more than ten gray corpses lying around, all of them were split in half by the sword from the top of the head, and some were still twitching slightly.

This paradise, known as the Kingdom of Bliss, was filled with a strong smell of blood. The celestial-looking king fell back onto the throne, his shoulder and right ribs already bleeding, and he was panting heavily as he looked at the debris on the ground.

"To be honest, I've wanted to kill these beasts for a long time. Don't you usually like to throw people to feed the dogs?" A vicious smile appeared in his narrow eyes. "So, I specially left one to collect your bodies!"

He sneered in a low voice, and with a flick of his wrist, the Blood Sword trembled from the hilt to the tip of the sword, and the blood on the sword turned into a thin line and swung out horizontally. The sharp edge of the sword was revealed again, shining brightly on the ice.

The person on the jade throne struggled several times, trying to stand up, but his body seemed to be controlled by invisible strings, and he finally fell down.

"Can't move?" Looking at the slightly trembling figure on the throne, Tong showed sarcasm, "In addition to the pupil technique, there are toxins in the body, right? It's strange, isn't it? You have always been known to be immune to all poisons, how could you be poisoned?"

Tong laughed softly: "That's the medicinal power of the dragon blood bead."

Hearing the words "Dragon Blood Pearl", the person on the jade throne was shocked, raised his hand and pointed at him, and a vague hum came from his throat.

"Wonder where I found the dragon blood beads?" Tong sneered, holding the sword horizontally and blowing away the blood beads on it, "Stupid."

However, even though he said this, he did not dare to relax his mental suppression on the old man on the throne for even a moment - even if he was possessed by a demon, even if he was poisoned by dragon blood, the King of the Church was still the King of the Church after all! If he was careless at all, he would probably die on the spot in the next moment.

He continued to stare with the sword in his hand, his eyes flashing alternately with dark red, deep purple, and eerie green, looking extremely ghostly.

"Do you think I will kneel before you forever and be a dog?" Tong stared at the old man with white hair and a youthful face, with extreme disgust and viciousness flashing in his eyes. His voice was as light as a dream, "Dream on."

He suddenly raised his hand and made a gesture as if he was raising his arm to slap the top of his head!

As if being pulled by an invisible thread, the King's hand gradually rose and slowly pressed against the top of his head.

“You… you…” The old man stared at him, his lips moving but no sound came out - however, it was obvious that he had great self-control, for his hand stopped halfway up, remaining in mid-air and trembling slightly, as if struggling for control with an invisible wire.

“Old stubborn…” Tong cursed softly, concentrated all his mental strength into his eyes, took a step closer, and stared closely.

However, at this moment, he saw an extremely strange expression suddenly flash across the Pope's eyes: such complacency, mischief and madness - totally unlike what a sixty-year-old man should have!

Such a familiar look... Yes, yes—

"Mingli?" Tong suddenly understood and exclaimed. "It's you!"

This is not the Admiral! The man who came to the park for a walk with the mastiff early in the morning was not the Admiral himself!

The "Prince of Religion" smiled strangely, and a mouthful of blood suddenly spurted out of his mouth. At the moment when he bit off the tip of his tongue, his body shook violently, as if relying on the stimulation of severe pain, he instantly broke free from the restraint of the pupil technique. Mingli's hands clasped six hidden weapons, filled with astonishing and crazy murderous aura, and suddenly flew up from the jade throne and rushed over quickly.

"Tong... I broke your Tong Jue!" Ming Li had a crazy and proud expression on his face. It was the first time in more than ten years that he broke Tong's spell. He couldn't help laughing, "I finally broke your Tong Jue! You lose!"

Tong was startled and jumped back, then drew his sword and stabbed forward with incredible speed.

However, the strange thing is that Mingli didn't dodge at all!

With a slight "crack" sound, the person rushing over was cut in half.

However, at the same moment, he had rushed to a distance of only one foot from Tong, and the hidden weapons in his hands flew out - but none of the six hidden weapons hit Tong herself, but collided with each other at strange angles in the air, and suddenly a ball of purple smoke exploded out of thin air, covering her head!

—The distance was almost close, and there was no time to retreat.

"Pah", Mingli's body fell on the glacier and broke into two pieces. However, at the same time, Tong also fell on the ice with his eyes covered!

The Bloodthirsty Sword fell from his hand, and he fell to the ground trembling all over. The unspeakable pain exceeded his endurance limit in an instant. He fell on the glacier and let out a miserable cry!

What is this... What is this? His eyes suddenly became blind!

The pain was so intense that it could almost knock a person down in an instant.

"Foolish Tong..." As he cried out on the glacier, a familiar voice slowly sounded, kind and compassionate, "Do you think the throne of the Great Light Palace can be overthrown so easily?... You are too naive."

That's... That's the voice of the Adept!

Tong didn't look up, trying his best to concentrate his mind, reaching out to grab the sword that fell to the side, and judging the direction of the exit of the paradise.

—We must go down the mountain immediately to join Miaohuo, otherwise...

"Haha, you still want to escape?" At the same time, as if seeing his intention, something was thrown onto the ice. It was a ferocious and angry human head. "Are you still counting on your companions to help you? Haha, how can Miaohuo, that stupid guy, be a match for Miaoshui? You really picked the wrong companion... My Tong."

Miaoshui? Did that woman betray them in the end

He wanted to grab the Lixue Sword, but the pain that pierced his eyes quickly eroded his mind. He just tried to stand up when he fell heavily to the ground again, covering his eyes and his muscles trembling all over.

"Hehe, look, even Tong can't stand it," Miaoshui's voice sounded softly beside her, smiling, "Prince, the Seven-Star Begonia is really worthy of its reputation."

Seven-star Begonia! In the midst of severe pain, he was still shocked when he heard the words, and felt a deep despair.

It is a deadly poison that no one has been able to cure in the past hundred years. It is said that twenty years ago, even the head of the Pharmacist Valley, Linxia, racked his brains for a month but still could not find a way to cure the poison. In the end, he died of exhaustion and vomiting blood.

What’s scary is that people who are poisoned by this will die a slow death that gradually corrodes their bones.

The white-haired old man held the graceful beauty's arm, bent down and looked at the betrayer struggling in pain on the ground, and sighed, "What a pity, Tong. I treated you as my eyes, but you betrayed me - it's really strange, why did you dare to do this?"

A sneer flashed in the eyes of the King of Popes: "Could it be that you have remembered your origins?"

—That sentence was like a sword more cruel than poison, piercing the person on the ground and causing him to stop struggling instantly.

Tong trembled violently, raised his head and stared at the king. However, the clear eyes that usually changed in various ways had lost their luster and were covered with a layer of terrifying blood color.

My origins? ... Could it be that...!

"Fool, you haven't completely recovered your memory? It's clear that two of the three golden needles have loosened." The King of Admonitions laughed, his finger resting on the last golden needle on his head, "The destruction of the Moga clan... so much blood, have you forgotten it all? So, you betrayed me not for revenge, but entirely because of your own ambition?"

Tong raised his head suddenly, and a cruel light flashed in his blood-red eyes.

The Moga clan!

The name mentioned by Xue Ziye came out clearly from the mouth of the King of Church, burning his heart like a raging fire. In an instant, he could hardly feel the pain in his body, and another tearing feeling spread from his heart, making his whole body tremble.

"So it's true..." The person who had been silent all this time finally spoke in a low voice, "Why?"

The King of Churches knocked the ice with his golden staff and sneered, "Are you still asking why? The Moga clan possesses the blood of the demon pupil. Since I have monopolized you, how can I let it spread and belong to others?"

The person on the ground suddenly jumped up and rushed towards the direction where the sound came from.

"Beast!" Because of shock and anger, the seriously injured Tong burst out with amazing strength, as if such poison had lost its effect!

A gust of light blue wind swept by, and something in the snow opened up instantly. Tong's last blow hit an extremely soft net. Miao Shui stood there and opened her Tianluo umbrella to protect the king. The umbrella, as flexible as water, took the blow at the end of its strength, and a crack appeared with a hiss.

"He's injured like this, and he's been poisoned by the Seven-Star Begonia, but he can still move?" Miao Shui giggled and looked at her broken umbrella with pity, "You're really worthy of being Tong. It's just..." She tapped his shoulder lightly with the tip of the umbrella. There was a click and a crisp sound of broken bones, and the man finally fell down heavily.

She continued to giggle: "It's just that the attack just now has exhausted the last bit of your physical strength, right? Now you can't suppress the poison of the Seven Star Begonia, it will only make you suffer more."

Tong fell on the snow, panting violently. Even though he clenched his teeth to prevent any groaning, his muscles were still twitching uncontrollably. The tip of the Miaoshui umbrella tapped him repeatedly, sealing eight of his major acupoints.

"Poor thing. Don't you want to die?" The King of Admonition looked at the fallen Tong, stroked his beard and smiled, "Please ask me to have mercy on you."

"Bah." Tong sneered and spat at him, "Kill me!"

The king raised his sleeve and brushed away the bloody phlegm. He looked at the pair of eyes that still refused to surrender on the snow, and his face gradually became ferocious. His hand covered the top of Tong's head again, slowly probing the entrance of the golden needle, and narrated in an extremely cruel tone, "Okay, I will show mercy again - before you die, let you remember everything from twelve years ago! Tong!"

The King of Popes suddenly increased his strength in his hands, and the golden needle, with blood, bounced out from three acupuncture points behind the head and sank into the snow.

"It's too easy to let you die like this!" The Pope lifted the traitor's chin with the golden staff, and his voice was filled with a cruel smile, "Tong... My Tong, letting you forget that memory is my kindness. Since you don't appreciate it, then, now, I have decided to take back this kindness. Just savor those memories!"

As soon as the golden needle was taken out, countless messy fragments surged up from his dark memories and surrounded him in an instant.

Those... What are those? The dark room... The hands chained by iron chains... The clear eyes in the dark night, staring at him quietly. In the night of blood and fire, the backs of two people disappeared on the ice in an instant.

That is, that is—

“No… No… Ah! Ah…” He held his head and cried out in a hoarse voice, rolling on the snow in agony, his blood staining the ground - the past surged up in such a way that it almost drove him crazy in an instant!

Miaoshui held an umbrella to shield the king from the wind and snow, and fear appeared in his eyes. The old man pulled out the golden needle on the top of his pupil, smiled and called up the man's sealed bloody memory, and cruelly approached step by step -

"Tong, have you forgotten? It was me who brought you back when you were on the verge of collapse and helped you seal your memory."

"Otherwise, you'd go crazy. Wouldn't you?"

"Don't you want to remember what you did? - In order to escape, you agreed to be my slave; to prove your loyalty, you obeyed my command, picked up the sword and joined the ranks of the killers... Haha, the first time you killed someone, you were very scared and kept crying. What a cowardly child... Who would have thought that you would have the courage today

The demon's voice came into her ears one by one, echoing with the memories that came to her mind, restoring all the truth of that bloody night twelve years ago. Tong was nailed to the snow by those memories, and her heart was in a lingering pain, but she couldn't move.

Yes, yes... I remember it now! I remember it all!

That night... that night of bloody massacre, I was running, chasing those two people, my hands were stained with blood.

He was so afraid of death that he knelt down and bowed to the devil in order to gain freedom and to protect himself - and then, he was forced to pick up the sword and hunt down his fellow villagers... Those uncles, aunts, and sisters-in-law, dragging their children and daughters, fled in the snow, shouting desperate and miserable cries, with countless killers from the Great Guangming Palace chasing after them, holding torches and sticks.

And he was among the group of pursuers. Covered in blood, holding a sword, he looked no different from the other killers around him.

On that snowy night, all that blood, all that blood...

He suddenly howled, buried his head deeply in his hands, and shook it violently.

Why do I have to think about it? Why do I have to think about this past again! —Thinking about myself like this!

"Do you remember? My Tong?" The King of Lords showed a satisfied smile, patted his shoulder, and whispered lovingly, "Tong, you are the real murderer that night... Even those two young men and women died because of you."

"You called her sister, didn't you? I asked you to come back, but you still wanted to chase her - don't you know what you looked like at that time? You chased her with a sword in your hand, your face was covered in blood, and you looked as hideous as a ghost... She didn't even hear you calling her, she just tried her best to get rid of you."

"In the end, the foolish girl and her little lover fell into the glacier and froze to death."

The devil whispered in his ear, and every word was like an invisible knife, cutting him to pieces.

After twelve years, the snowstorm that night came suddenly, bringing with it a strong smell of blood, crushing his last bit of courage.

So that's how it is... So that's how it is! It's true... The past events that emerged in Yaoshi Valley, the clear eyes he saw and the dead boy under the ice, turned out to be real! She is Xiaoye... She didn't lie to him.

Her eyes were so familiar, like the white mountains and black waters of the north, which struck the blank part of his heart the moment they first met.

That’s my sister… That’s Sister Xiaoye!

He had been locked in darkness for seven years, abandoned by everyone, isolated from the world, and the only thing he could see was her eyes. There had been so much concern and admonition in those eyes, and they were the only motivation for him to resist hunger, cold and collapse - he...how could he have completely forgotten it

Tong covered her head and screamed, then fell to her knees on the snow with her whole body trembling, unable to control her cries any longer.

She had risked her life to stop him, just to prevent him from returning to this dark palace - but he had ruthlessly knocked her to the ground and walked away.

It turns out that fate gave him a chance to find her twelve years later, bringing him back to that warm snowy valley and pointing him back home. Originally, as long as he chose to "believe", he could get back the long-lost happiness. However, at that time, he was already cold and numb, and would never trust others again. He was tempted by the bloodthirsty desire to seize power, and once again ruthlessly pushed away that hand, and embarked on this road of no return alone.

That was his own choice... He was willing to deceive and hurt her rather than give up his fight for freedom and power.

So, we have ended up in the current situation.

You deserve it!

He suddenly laughed: So, his whole life was a struggle between trying to break free and giving in helplessly? However, despite all his efforts, he still couldn't break free.

All the murderous aura suddenly dissipated, and he only felt endless tiredness. He slowly closed his eyes, and a bitter smile appeared at the corner of his lips.

Miaoshui was watching from the side, and was shocked - was he defeated? Tong no longer resisted, and was not even angry anymore. Such a tired expression had never been seen on the face of the killers in this Shura Field!

"Stop!" The moment he laughed, the Pope reached out his hand like lightning, pinched his chin, and hit him hard in the stomach.

A mouthful of blood spurted out of Tong's mouth, mixed with a black pill. Throat-sealing

Such a heavy blow finally made him lose consciousness.

"Want to commit suicide?" The king smiled with satisfaction, and it seemed that his will had finally been defeated. He turned the golden cane: "But this is too easy for you... Seven Star Begonia is a poison, no matter what, you should enjoy it."

The bodies of the mastiffs beside him were scattered all over the ground, with only a gray Ao lying in the distance in a vigilant posture. The king frowned and used his golden staff to move the unconscious man, muttering: "Tong, you killed so many of my precious gray Ao, and also sent Mingli's life away... Then, before the poison takes effect, you will temporarily serve as my dog!"

The golden cane lifted the unconscious man's chin and said, "Although, after losing this pair of eyes, you are worse than a dog."

"Are we going to lock him up in the Snow Prison?" Miao Shui asked in a tender voice.

"Snow Prison? That's too easy for him..." A vicious light flashed across the eyes of the Lord of the Church, and the golden staff hit the top of Tong's head heavily, "I only have one of my precious Grey Ao left - since the cage is empty, let him fill it!"

"Yes... yes." Miao Shui trembled slightly, and bowed her head respectfully, smiled charmingly at the king, and turned to leave. With a soft waist like a willow swaying in the wind, she grabbed the unconscious Tong and effortlessly swept down the glacier, disappearing in an instant.

"This little bitch..." Looking at the woman walking away, the King's eyes suddenly became hot, "She is really good at seducing people."

However, before he could decide when to call her to practice the secret art of Tantric love, the heat rushed to his dantian and suddenly caused severe pain. The old man with white hair and a youthful face suddenly bent over and coughed, leaning on his golden staff, and could no longer maintain the appearance he had been pretending.

A mouthful of blood suddenly spurted out, splashing onto the bloodstained ice surface.

"Miao Feng..." The King of Church panted, his eyes dim, and murmured, "Why don't you come back!"

The snow in the distance fell, and a pair of eyes under the snow disappeared in an instant.

Snow escape.

Miaokong, one of the Five Mingzi, had been hiding nearby and watched this thrilling rebellion.

He did not show up, nor did he participate, as if he was just an outsider.

It seems that the speed of progress has exceeded his original estimate. I hope that the people in Zhongyuan Dingjiang Pavilion can move faster - otherwise, when the King of Religion stabilizes the situation again, things will be much more difficult.

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The dark prison is located at the northern foot of the Kunlun Mountains. It never sees sunlight and is cold and damp.

The chains made of black iron fell one by one, locking the limbs of the young man in black, firmly nailing the unconscious man in the cage. Miao Shui lowered his head and carefully buckled the last collar on the pale and slender neck of the other party - "click" sound, and it closed tightly. The unconscious man had not woken up yet, but he seemed to know that it was a great humiliation, and subconsciously struggled slightly.

"Ha." The charming woman lowered her head and stroked the man who was wearing a mastiff collar. "Tong, you still lose."

Her breath blew on the bleeding skin, and the unconscious person gradually woke up.

However, there was no light in the eyes that were opened. They were filled with blood-red mist, which had completely covered the pupils! The person who woke up obviously understood his current situation immediately. He looked around in the darkness with a sharp expression and said in a hoarse voice: "Miaoshui?"

He tried to stand up, but the chains on his limbs suddenly tightened, holding him tightly and fixing him to the ground in a crawling position again.

"Tong, what a pity. I wanted to help you too... After all, you are much younger and more handsome than that old man." Miao Shui smiled with her hands covering her mouth. Her voice was tender and crisp. She raised her hand to stroke his head. "But who asked you and Miao Huo not to inform me when you launched the final action? You excluded me."

She suddenly grabbed his hair with force and stared at him fiercely: "Since you don't trust me, why should I stand on your side!"

There was a black iron collar around Tong's neck, and the pull she gave almost broke his throat, but he didn't say a word.

"What a pity... I originally wanted to kill the King of Religion with you, and then come back to deal with you." The charming woman's eyes regained their beauty. She stroked the pair of eyes that had lost their spirit and laughed sweetly, "After all, when you first entered the Shura Field Great Light Realm and were sent to paradise to enjoy the heavenly ecstasy for the first time, it was me who spent the night with you... I really don't want you to die like this."

"Hmph." Tong closed his eyes and sneered, "Bitch."

"A bitch is better than a dog." Miao Shui sneered and let go of his hair, mocking him viciously.

Tong was not angry, a nonchalant expression flashed across his pale face, and he slightly closed his eyes. In just a moment, all the anger and murderous intent in his body disappeared, as if he was a burnt out dead ash, no longer caring about all the torture and insults inflicted on him, just quietly waiting for the poison in his body to take away his life bit by bit.

There is no antidote for Begonia septempunctata.

It is an extremely cruel poison that will gradually corrode the brain. The victim will lose some of his memory every day, and after seven days, he will become an idiot like a baby. And after that, the pain will not end. The poison will further corrode the body through the brain and spine, and the muscles of the whole body will gradually rot and peel off.

It will not breathe its last breath until it becomes a skeleton.

"Want to die? That's not that easy." Miao Shui sneered and stroked his shoulders that were twitching due to the poison. "It's only the first day. The King of Church said that before the poison of the Seven-Star Begonia slowly takes effect, you have to be a dog that can never raise its head until you die."

After a pause, the woman smiled tenderly again and whispered in a charming tone:

"But, after I kill the Queen, I may show mercy and let you die sooner."

"So, you should actually help me, right?"

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A white bird flew over the Forbidden City, making a sharp cry in the wind, with a purple handkerchief tied around its feet.

"The Valley Master has gone to Kunlun Great Light Palace."

Frost's red handwriting was beautiful and fresh. It was written on the old handkerchief used by Xue Ziye, fluttering in the cold wind of early spring.

Fly all the way south, towards the city with water, clouds and willows.

It was early spring in Lin'an, and the plum blossoms at the foot of Jiuyao Mountain were in full bloom, as cold as snow. Liao Qingran had just given Qiu Shuiyin medicine, and the woman who had cried hysterically all night finally fell into a deep sleep exhausted.

The room was filled with the scent of ambrosia. Huo Zhanbai sat under the window, his hands covered in blood and his face showing unconcealable fatigue.

"Your hand needs to be bandaged, too." Liao Qingran looked at him silently for a long time, feeling a little pity.

Those bloodstains were scratched by Qiu Shuiyin last night when she was ill. Ever since she fell into a semi-crazy state, she would scream irrationally every time she got emotional, and would scratch and beat those who came to comfort her. Over the past few days, almost all the maids in the mansion were scared by her beatings and scolding, and no one dared to serve her anymore.

In the end, it was Huo Zhanbai who took on the responsibility of care.

Apart from Wei Fengxing, it was the first time that Liao Qingran saw a man with such patience and tolerance. No matter how this crazy woman tossed him around, Huo Zhanbai always spoke softly and never showed the slightest impatience.

"You are such a good man." After bandaging the wound on his hand, the former head of the Pharmacist Valley couldn't help but sigh.

She swallowed the rest of the sentence—What a pity, my disciple is not so lucky.

Huo Zhanbai just smiled, seeming to be extremely tired. He was too lazy to even say polite words. He just stared at the white plum blossoms outside the window in a daze.

"The plum blossoms in Pharmacist Valley should be blooming and withering soon." He suddenly began to murmur, his voice flat, "Why hasn't Xue Yao come back yet? I wanted to rush back to Pharmacist Valley to have a drink with her before the plum blossoms bloomed and withered - but it's a pity that I can't do it now."

Liao Qingran sighed and lowered his head, unable to bear to look at those empty eyes.

She still remembered the passion and hope in the man's eyes the night they set out from Jinling. That night, he finally decided to unload the unspeakable burden he had been carrying, abandon the hopeless waiting for many years, and embrace another brand new life. When he said "I miss her very much", his eyes were filled with the excitement and shyness of a young man's first love, as if he had a new vision of life for the first time after years of despair.

However, the clutches of fate did not give him the slightest chance. After giving him a chance to catch his breath, it knocked him down once again!

She lost her son and went crazy.

You always come late... We have missed our whole life... In a semi-crazed state, she looked at him desperately and sadly, saying words that she had never said before. Such words instantly disintegrated all his rationality.

She went crazy after she said that, and he could never leave.

He could no longer return to that snowy valley, and could no longer go to that appointment to drink wine under the flowers. He stayed in the small courtyard at the foot of Jiuyao Mountain, whether he was willing or not - such a deep and unyielding love would probably become a beautiful story passed down by word of mouth in the future, right

But what an absurd and desolate life that is.

How ridiculous, he was already past the age where he should have dreams, but he still had this extravagant hope of grasping happiness again. So it was natural that it was just a dream, leaving behind regrets, right

"Mrs. Qiu's illness is no longer serious. She just needs to take the medicine according to my prescription every day. But whether she can get better depends on her luck." Liao Qingran put away the medicine pillow and said lightly, "Mr. Huo, I have done my best. It's time to say goodbye."

"This..." Huo Zhanbai stood up somewhat unexpectedly, and was a little confused for a moment.

It’s not that I don’t know that this doctor will eventually leave - but once she leaves, then the last trace of connection with the woman in purple will also be completely severed, right

"Can Valley Master Liao stay for a few more days?" He murmured somewhat at a loss.

"No, pack up and leave tomorrow." Liao Qingran shook his head, a little anxious. "Yesterday I received a letter from Feng Xing saying that Dingjian Pavilion is gathering the Eight Swords, and he is leaving for Kunlun Great Light Palace. There is no one to take care of the baby at home, I have to go back as soon as possible."

"Summon the Eight Swords?" Huo Zhanbai was slightly startled, knowing that it must be a very serious matter. "In that case, Valley Master Liao should go back quickly."

Liao Qingran nodded: "Mr. Huo Qi... you should also take care of yourself."

The plum blossoms in front of the yard are like snow, and the early spring wind is still chilly.

Huo Zhanbai broke off a branch and stared at the plum blossoms for a while, feeling confused - go to the Great Guangming Palace? What happened? Since Xu Chonghua defected eight years ago, the Eight Swords became Seven Swords, and the Central Plains Dingjian Pavilion and the Western Regions Great Guangming Palace no longer provoked large-scale fighting. This time, the old pavilion master suddenly summoned the Eight Swords. Could it be that something big happened again

Since Wei Fengxing, who had retired for a long time with his wife, had already rushed to Dingjiang Pavilion to receive orders, it would only be a matter of time before he received the order.

He let out a long sigh and turned to look into the window. Liao Qingran was examining a sleeping woman for the last time before leaving. In the lingering aroma of Daigoku, there was a rare moment of tranquility on that pale and haggard face, and he regained his usual elegance and refinement.

He let out a silent sigh from his chest and lowered his head.

Qiu Shui... Qiu Shui, is it our destiny that neither of us can let the other go

She was the person he had loved most in his life. However, after more than ten years of hardships, that little bit of passion had gradually faded away, and now he only felt endless tiredness and emptiness.

He strolled towards the depths of the courtyard, and suddenly, a figure in green fell silently.

"Who?" Huo Zhanbai raised his eyebrows, and the Mo Hun Sword jumped out of the scabbard.

"Seventh Brother." The man in green raised his hand to stop him and laughed, "It's me."

"Qianyu?" Huo Zhanbai breathed a sigh of relief after recognizing the youngest of the Eight Swordsmen and put down his sword. "Why are you here?"

"The Pavilion Master ordered me to summon you." Xia Qianyu, who had always been a vagrant, looked solemn at this moment. He slowly raised his hand. In his palm was a martial arts order issued by the Pavilion Master Dingjian. "According to accurate information: the Demon Cult has been in turmoil recently. The Sun Saint Uma was killed, and Tong, who was in charge of the Shura Field, was also captured after the rebellion failed. Now that the Demon Cult's strength has been weakened unprecedentedly, it is a good time to destroy it in one fell swoop!"

"Tong rebelled?" Huo Zhanbai exclaimed, and then suddenly realized - no wonder he was determined to take the Dragon Blood Pearl at the cost of his life! It turned out that he had been planning to rebel from the beginning and use it to poison the King of the Church!

"Is the information reliable?" he asked calmly, verifying this important intelligence.

"Reliable." Xia Qianyu lowered his head, turned the hilt of the sword upside down, and pressed it against his forehead. That was the gesture of recognition made by the eight swords of Dingjian Pavilion. "I came from here."

Huo Zhanbai was suddenly startled, and the plum blossom in his hand fell to the ground.

— Could it be that this was the message from that person? Is he, is he still alive

"The Pavilion Master has ordered that the seven of us, you and I, gather at Dingjiang Pavilion within three days and head to Kunlun!" Xia Qianyu repeated the order.

Huo Zhanbai looked at the sleeping woman in the window, a little worried: "Where is she?"

"My family is also in Lin'an, so you can let Madam Qiu stay at my house for a while," Xia Qianyu said, raising her eyebrows, "this way you won't have to worry about anything."

Huo Zhanbai was still hesitant. Qiu Shuiyin's illness had just stabilized, so how could he feel comfortable leaving her alone

"Seventh Brother, everyone in the world knows that you value friendship and loyalty - but this time, the siege of the Demon Palace is a major event that concerns the martial arts world! Apart from anything else, I'm afraid that no one can handle that Tong except you." Xia Qianyu was humble for once, looking straight at him, and suddenly sneered, "If you don't go, then so be it - at most, Old Five and I will die in the Demon Palace. Anyway, countless people have already died for this matter, and now there won't be many more."

"No!" Huo Zhanbai blurted out - if something happened to Wei Fengxing, what would happen to his beloved wife and son

Finally, he sighed and put his hand on the Mohun Sword, "Okay, I'll go."

"I knew you would still go." Xia Qianyu breathed a sigh of relief, finally smiled, and patted Huo Zhanbai's shoulder heavily: "Good brother!"

That afternoon, the two swordsmen left Lin'an together and headed to Dingjiang Pavilion to join the other five swordsmen.

The elegant house at the foot of Jiuyao Mountain was empty, with only withered white plum blossoms covering the ground.

"Coo." A white bird fell from the wind, with a handkerchief tied to its feet, and landed on the windowsill exhausted, chirping anxiously, but its owner never came out. It brought back important information from the far north, but its owner was no longer here.

Seven top swordsmen from the Central Plains martial arts world are about to meet at Dingjiange, galloping on horseback in the bitter cold of early spring, swords in hand, heading towards Kunlun in the west.

The snow kite pecked the handkerchief from its claws, hung it on the plum branch, and lingered there for a long time.

The door finally creaked open, but the person who walked out was Liao Qingran with a bag on her shoulder - yesterday afternoon, people from the Xia residence came to pick up Qiu Shuiyin. She gave detailed instructions on the medication and care methods, and then prepared to return to her home in Yangzhou.

However, when she saw the handkerchief on the plum branch that was blowing in the wind, her eyes froze in an instant.

"The Valley Master has gone to the Great Light Palace. Shuang Hong."

"Damn... That girl is crazy! Isn't it suicide for her to go to Kunlun with that body?" Liao Qingran was shocked and stopped, not caring about anything else. She ordered the maid beside her, "Let's not go back to Yangzhou for now! Go and intercept her!"

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When the Snow Kites returned to Lin'an after a thousand-mile journey, the owner of the handkerchief had already gradually approached the snow-capped Kunlun Mountains.

Xue Ziye stared at the increasingly tall mountains outside the carriage, lost in thought. Is that child… that Lin'an child Mo'er recovered now? Did Huo Zhanbai find a master? And does the master have any other way to treat that disease

She raised her head with some confusion, looking at the southern sky, as if trying to see the answer there.

"Are we almost there?" Touching the Holy Fire Order in her arms, she murmured to Miao Feng, "Legend has it that Kunlun is the sacred mountain at the end of the west, where the Queen Mother of the West lives - just like Congjiyuan is the land of the extreme north."

"Xue Huai said that the sky there has seven colors, and countless lights are changing and floating on the ice..." Xue Ziye hugged the lynx fur, looked at the sky, and murmured, "It's so beautiful, just like a dream."

Miao Feng lowered his head silently, not daring to meet her eyes.

For the first time, he wished he had never participated in the killing.

Twelve years had passed since the bloody massacre. But the moment when the young man and woman disappeared from the ice was still engraved in his memory like a brand - if his men had shown a little mercy at that time, maybe the boy named Xue Huai would have taken her far away? They could have escaped from the catastrophe, left the village, and headed for the ice ocean in the far north, living in hiding from then on.

But why was it that in all those years, I never hesitated when I took action

The wind blew in from outside the car, and he coughed slightly, feeling that something hard in his heart was splitting apart.

"It's time to use the golden needles to treat the acupuncture points." Xue Ziye saw him coughing, calculated the time, and took out a set of needles from her side. However, Miao Feng pushed her hand away and said calmly: "From now on, Master Xue should rest up and prepare to treat the King of the Sect."

There was no expression on his face at all times - ever since he lost the mask of smile, this man became a blank.

Xue Ziye looked at him and finally couldn't help but explode.

"Are you going to get it or not?" She threw away the golden needle in her hand, leaned over and tapped his chest, angrily, "Did the King of Popes drug you? I wanted to save you... Why don't you take it so seriously?"

She poked very hard, and Miaofeng couldn't help but frown.

"You still feel the pain!" Seeing him frown, Xue Ziye became even more annoyed.

"Dear guests, we have arrived at Kunlun!" The carriage suddenly stopped, and the driver's excited shout interrupted her reverie.

The driver hired in Uliastai was tempted by the high reward promised by Miaofeng and took the job in the wind and snow, embarking on this unprecedented journey to Kunlun.

"Are we there yet?" She turned around in surprise, drew aside the curtain and looked out - suddenly there was a flash of light in front of her eyes, and a huge snowy peak filled her entire field of vision. The overwhelming aura made her speechless for a moment.

Is that Kunlun? It is so majestic and steep that even birds can hardly reach it. Standing at the end of the Western Regions, it looks like a sharp sword rising from the ground and piercing the sky.

She was shocked by the majestic appearance of the mountains outside the window, but Miao Feng had already swept out, casually threw a gold ingot to the ecstatic driver, sent him on his way, then turned around and respectfully rolled up the thick curtain for her, bowing: "Please ask Master Xue to get off the carriage."

As soon as the curtain was rolled up, the wind and snow outside rushed in, making Xue Ziye's breath suffocate!

"This..." She looked up at the cliff and hesitantly gathered up the purple gold hand warmer, "I can't climb up."

"Sorry for the offense." Miao Feng bowed slightly, and suddenly picked her up horizontally along with her cloak.

His figure was as fast as lightning, stepping on the snow without stopping, and flew more than ten feet in an instant. He must have known this secret road on the ice wall very well. He touched the steep mountain wall covered with ice and snow with his toes, skillfully looking for a foothold, and quickly flew up. When Xue Ziye came to his senses, he had already reached a cliff several dozen feet high.

The wind whistled in her ears, and Miao Feng was very steady, holding a person and flying up the cliff as if nothing had happened, just like a white bird flying in the ice and snow. Xue Ziye even found that the hand holding her was still delivering warm air while flying, maintaining her blood circulation - this person's martial arts skills were really unfathomable.

They rose several dozen feet in an instant, and suddenly a loud explosion was heard behind them!

"Carriage! The carriage exploded!" Xue Ziye subconsciously looked down and exclaimed, seeing a fireball rising from the distant cliff.

That fireball was actually the carriage that had brought them here just now! Did something happen to the driver as soon as they left

"Yeah." Miao Feng just responded expressionlessly, stepped on the crack of the stone wall with his left foot, and instantly rose several feet. A road had appeared on the cliff in front of him, and there were vague figures waiting in an orderly queue - that was the East Gate of Kunlun Da Guangming Palace.

Seeing his indifferent expression, Xue Ziye was suddenly startled, raised his head and looked at him, his fingers deeply pinched the expressionless man's shoulders, and spoke with difficulty: "Could it be... you did it? Did you do it?!"

He pursed his lips tightly and did not answer, only the wind blew his long blue hair.

"You killed the driver?" Xue Ziye looked at him in disbelief, her fingers trembling from exertion. Her eyes gradually turned into anger, staring at his face fiercely: "You... you killed him?"

The faint warmth from a moment ago seemed to disappear without a trace in the wind in an instant.

"How could you do this!" she screamed. "He's just an ordinary coachman! You lunatic!"

Before she pushed him away, she took one last breath, Miao Feng turned over, held her and landed steadily in front of Tianmen.

"If we don't kill him, the route to the Great Guangming Palace will inevitably be revealed." Miao Feng put her down and spoke calmly, without any joy or anger in his eyes, let alone guilt, "Besides, I only agreed to pay him, not to not kill him—"

A slap landed on his face, interrupting the rest of his words.

"You lunatic!" Xue Ziye was so angry that his face turned pale. He stared at him as if he was a lunatic. "Do you know how much effort it takes to save a person? But you just killed them with a wave of your hand! Are you still human?"

He turned his face to the side, slowly wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and a faint smile flashed in his eyes: Are you so angry just because you killed a driver? If you knew that it was you who killed Xue Huai, I wonder what kind of expression you would have

"I told you, if you save me, you will regret it." He looked up at her, a smile returning to his face, "I am a murderer - exactly the opposite of you, Master Xue."

When he said the last sentence, a hint of sneer suddenly appeared in his eyes, which disappeared in an instant.

The tone of his speech was always neither hurried nor slow, neither hot nor cold, but Xue Ziye was speechless. This seemingly gentle and peaceful man actually carried the same dark aura as Tong. On his way back to the west, he fought bloody battles all the way, despising any life: no mercy to livestock, opponents, subordinates, or even himself!

Why did it turn out like this

She was stunned in the snowstorm at the top of Kunlun Mountain, and suddenly her body trembled slightly: "Don't be crazy, I want to save you! But how can I cure you... Yami?"

When he heard the name, the smile on Miao Feng's face froze for a moment and he slowly turned his head away.

Yami? Was she calling for another self? Yami... This name that his parents and sister had called him in the past had long been buried in his memory. It was a past that he had never been able to touch.

She said she wanted to save him... but she never considered that in order to save the Yami of the past, she would have to destroy the Miaofeng of today.

He smiled and bowed slowly: "Master Xue, please follow me to the palace to treat the prince's injuries."

Xue Ziye looked at him and felt her whole body getting even colder. It turned out that even though she was a top doctor, she was still powerless to treat some diseases—such as Mo'er and the person in front of her.

“Envoy Miaofeng!” During the stalemate, a cultist guarding the Heavenly Gate rushed over, looked at the returnee, and said with joy and eagerness, kneeling on one knee, “You are finally back! Quick, quick, the cult leader ordered that as soon as you return, please go to the Great Light Palace immediately!”

"Ah?" Miao Feng was suddenly startled, "What happened in the church?"

"Something bad has happened." The cultist lowered his head and whispered in a voice that was almost terrified, "The Sun Saint... and Master Tong have rebelled!"

"What?!" Miao Feng blurted out, and Xue Ziye's face also changed.

"However, the Pope is fine." The believer added with his head down.

After briefly understanding the whole story, Miao Feng loosened his clenched hands and let out a sigh of relief. The King of the Church is the King of the Church after all! In such a physical condition, he actually defeated two rebellions in a row!

However, Xue Ziye's face beside him turned pale instantly.

"Where's Tong?" she blurted, unable to hide her concern for the rebel.

"Master Tong?" The cultist lowered his head and murmured hesitantly, "He..."