Jin Guangyao smiled and said nothing. He Su added: "When you really succeed, all the Xuanmen will see clearly the true face of your Lanling Jin family. Do you think that by killing me, you can sit back and relax? You are so wrong!

We, the He family in Tingshan, have many talented people. From now on, we will work together and never succumb to another warm-hearted dog like you!"

Hearing this, Jin Guangyao narrowed his eyes slightly and raised the corners of his lips, showing his usual gentle and approachable face. Seeing this, He Su's heart skipped a beat. At this moment, there was a commotion outside the corpse refining site, among which Mixed with the cries of women and children.

He Su turned around suddenly and saw a group of monks from the Lanling Jin Sect dragging in sixty or seventy people in uniform uniforms. This group of people included men and women, old and young, and they were all panic-stricken, and some were already there. Weeping and fighting. A girl and a boy were tied up. They knelt on the ground and shouted to He Su: "Brother!"

He Su was stunned with shock, his face turned as pale as a sheet of paper, and said: "Jin Guangyao! What do you want to do?! You can just kill me, why do you want to involve my entire clan?!"

Jin Guangyao lowered his head and straightened his sleeves, and said with a smile: "Didn't you remind me just now? Even if I kill you, I won't be able to rest easy from now on. Tingshan He family has many capable people, and from now on, we will work together and never give in." ——I was so frightened and thought about it so much that I had no choice but to do this."

He Su seemed to have a fist stuffed into his throat and was speechless. After a while, he said angrily: "You destroyed my clan for no reason. Are you really not afraid of being criticized by thousands of people?! Aren't you afraid of what Chifeng Zun will do if he finds out? !”

Hearing him mention Nie Mingjue, Jin Guangyao raised a brow, and Xue Yang laughed so much that he almost fell over on his chair. Jin Guangyao looked at him, turned around and said calmly: "You can't say that. You, Tingshan He Family He was a rebellious criminal who used all his clan's strength to secretly assassinate Sect Leader Jin, but was caught on the spot. How can this be called unprovoked?"

Several people over there cried: "Brother! He lied! We don't have it, we don't have it!"

He Sudao: "That's nonsense! Keep your dog eyes open and look carefully! There is a nine-year-old child here! An old man who can't even walk! How could they commit such a crime?! Why would they assassinate your father when they are so good?! "

Jin Guangyao said: "Of course it's because Mr. He Su made a mistake and killed someone first, and they don't accept it."

Only then did He Su remember what crime he was detained for and was sent to this ghostly place, and said: "It's all a false accusation! I didn't kill you, a monk of the Lanling Jin Sect, at all! I have never seen the person who died. Yes! It doesn’t matter whether he is a monk from your family or not! I...I..."

He was stuck for a while and then collapsed: "I...I don't know what's going on at all, I don't know at all!"

However, no one in this place would listen to his excuse. Sitting in front of him were two extremely vicious men who already regarded him as a dead person, enjoying his dying struggle. Jin Guangyao smiled and leaned back. , waved his hands and said: "Block it, block it."

Knowing that he would definitely die, He Su's face was full of despair, he gritted his teeth and roared: "Jin Guangyao! You will eventually be punished! Your father will die among the prostitutes sooner or later, and you, the son of a prostitute, will not have a better end. go!!!"

Xue Yang was listening to it with laughter and relish. Suddenly, a black shadow flashed, a silver light flashed across, and He Su covered his mouth and screamed loudly.

Blood spurted all over the ground, and He Su's tribesmen over there cried and cursed. The scene became a mess. However, no matter how chaotic it was, they were still firmly restrained. Xue Yang stood in front of He Su who fell to the ground. He took a piece of bloody stuff and threw it in his hand, snapped his fingers at the two zombies on the side and said, "Put them in a cage."

Jin Guangyao said: "You directly locked him up?"

Xue Yang turned around, twitched the corner of his mouth, and said, "Wei Wuxian has never practiced with a living person, but I would like to give it a try."

The two walking corpses obeyed his order, dragged up He Su's legs, who was still screaming, and threw them into the iron cage in the corpse making field. Seeing his brother crazily banging his head on the iron bars in the cage, he almost felt so sad.

A young girl rushed forward and cried loudly. The cries were sharp and harsh. Jin Guangyao raised a hand and rubbed his temples, as if he wanted to take a sip of tea to calm down the shock. However, when he lowered his head, he saw the swollen purple-red thing under his eyes.

, then looked up at the piece of tongue being played with in Xue Yang's hand, thought for a moment, and said, "Is this what you use to make tea?"

Xue Yang said: "I have a big jar, do you want it?"

"..."

Jin Guangyao said: "No need, you clean up. Let me pick someone up, and then go have tea somewhere else."

He seemed to have thought of something, straightened his hat, and accidentally touched the hidden bruise on his forehead. Xue Yang gloated: "What's going on with that bump on your head?"

Jin Guangyao said, “I’ve already said it, but it’s hard to explain in just one sentence.”

Jin Guangshan left everything to Jin Guangyao all day long, and he went around drinking and drinking, staying out all night, which made Mrs. Jin furious at Jinlintai. In the past, when Jin Zixuan was around, he could still act as a mediator for his parents, but now between the two

But there was no room for change. Every time Jin Guangshan went out to hang out with women, he would ask Jin Guangyao to cover for him and make excuses. When Mrs. Jin couldn't get him, she would grab Jin Guangyao and unleash her anger. Today she would smash an incense burner, but tomorrow she would throw it at him.

He wanted a cup of tea, so in order to prevent himself from being unable to stay on Jinlin Terrace, Jin Guangyao had to personally go to various Qinlou and Chu Pavilions to take Jin Guangshan back on time.

Xue Yang took an apple from the lobby living room and followed Jin Guangyao slowly upstairs. The coquettish laughter of Jin Guangshan and the woman could be heard upstairs, and there was more than one woman. Yingying whispered: "Sect Master, look at my painting.

Is it good? This flower is painted on my body, and it seems to be alive?" "What's so great about being able to draw? Master, what do you think of my handwriting?"

Jin Guangyao had long been accustomed to it and knew when to show up and when not to show up. He gestured to Xue Yang and stopped moving forward. Xue Yang clicked his tongue and looked very impatient. When he was about to go downstairs to wait, he suddenly heard Jin Guangyao

Shan said in a rough voice: "Isn't it enough for a girl to play with flowers and plants, spread perfume, and make herself look pretty? What should I write? It's really disappointing."

Those women originally wanted to please Jin Guangshan, but with such words, the atmosphere upstairs became awkward for a moment. Jin Guangyao's figure also froze slightly.

After a while, someone laughed and said: "But, I heard that the talented fireworks girl from Yunmeng back then was famous for her poems and songs, and she confounded all living beings!"

Jin Guangshanxian was very drunk, and his drunkenness could be heard in his words.

He said with a big tongue: "You can't say that. Now I have discovered that it is better for women to do less things that are not as good as others. Women who have read some books always think that they are higher than other women and have many demands.

, Thinking about things unrealistically is the most troublesome.”

Xue Yang stood in front of a window, leaned back, rested his arms on the window, and ate an apple while turning his head to look at the scenery outside. Jin Guangyao's smile seemed to grow on his face, his eyebrows and eyebrows curved.

Bent and motionless.

In the attic, the girls responded with smiles. Jin Guangshan remembered something from the past and said to himself: "If I redeem her body and find Lan Ling, I don't know how to pester her. Just stay where you are."

You may be able to stay popular for a few more years, and you won’t have to worry about food and clothing for the rest of your life. You have to have a son for whatever reason, the son of a prostitute, so that’s what you hope for..."

A woman said: "Sect Master Jin, who are you talking about? What son?"

Jin Guangshan said calmly: "Son? Alas, I won't mention it anymore."

"Okay, I won't mention it if I don't mention it!"

"Since Sect Master Jin doesn't like us writing or drawing, then we won't write or draw. How about doing something else?"

Jin Guangyao stood in the stairwell with a stick of incense, and Xue Yang also looked at the scenery of the stick of incense. The laughter upstairs gradually fell silent. After a moment, Jin Guangyao steadily went downstairs, and Xue Yang casually threw the apple core out of the window.

He also followed unsteadily.

The two of them walked on the street for a while, and after a while, Xue Yang suddenly laughed rudely.

He said: "Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha..."

Jin Guangyao paused and said coldly: "Why are you laughing?"

Xue Yang laughed and said, "You really should have found a mirror and looked at your own face just now. Your smile was so ugly. It was so fucking fake and disgusting."

Jin Guangyao snorted and said, "What do you know, you little hooligan? No matter how fake or disgusting you are, you still have to laugh."

Xue Yang said lazily: "You asked for it. If anyone dares to call me a bitch | son of a bitch, I will find his mother, and I will fuck him hundreds of times, and then drag him out and throw him into a brothel to be fucked by others.

A hundred times, tell him to become a son of a bitch himself, see how easy it is."

Jin Guangyao also smiled and said, "I don't have your leisurely mood."

Xue Yang said: "You don't have it, but I do. I don't mind doing it for you. Just say it and I'll do it for you, hahahahaha..."

Jin Guangyao said: "No need. Will you be free in a few days?"

Xue Yang said: "Don't you have to do it whether you have time or not?"

Jin Guangyao said: "Help me go to Yunmeng and clean up a place to make it cleaner."

Xue Yang said: "As the saying goes, when Xue Yang takes action, he will leave no one behind, so why do you still have misunderstandings about whether I can do it cleanly?"

Jin Guangyao glanced at him and said, "I don't seem to have heard of this common saying?"

At this time, night had already fallen, everything was quiet, and there were few pedestrians. The two of them were walking and talking, passing by a roadside stall. The stall owner was listlessly clearing the small table. When he looked up, he suddenly shouted and walked back.

One jump.

His screams and jumps were so frightening that even Jin Guangyao was slightly startled. When he saw that he was just an ordinary hawker, he immediately ignored him. But Xue Yang didn't say anything, and just kicked the stall over.

The stall owner was shocked and frightened, and said: "It's you again?! Why?!"

Xue Yang smiled and said, "Didn't I tell you? No reason."

He was about to kick again when he suddenly felt a sharp pain on the back of his hand. His pupils shrank suddenly and he took a few steps back. He raised his hand and saw that several blood-red traces had been drawn out on the back of his hand. When he looked up, a Taoist in black took back the fly whisk.

He was looking at him coldly.

This man was tall and slender, with a handsome and cold face. He held a fly whisk and carried a long sword on his back. The sword spikes fluttered slightly in the night wind.

He waved the fly whisk, intending to repel him, but Xue Yang's move was strange and unpredictable. His palm turned sharply and struck him at the heart instead.

The black-clothed Taoist frowned slightly and ducked out of the way, but he barely managed to hit his left arm. It was clear that no skin was hurt, but a frosty color suddenly formed between his brows, as if he was extremely disgusted and unbearable.

This subtle change in expression fell into Xue Yang's eyes. He sneered. Before he could take action again, a snow-white figure suddenly cut into the battle. But Jin Guangyao stood in the middle and said, "Look at my thin face, Taoist Master Song Zichen, please stop."

The stall owner had already fled, and the Taoist priest in black said, "Lianfangzun?"

Jin Guangyao said: "It's just lack of talent."

Song Zichen said: "Why does Lianfangzun want to protect this arrogant person?"

Jin Guangyao smiled bitterly and said helplessly, "Taoist Master Song, this is a guest of my Lanling Jin clan."

Song Zichen said: "Since you are a guest, why do you do such unfashionable things?"

Jin Guangyao coughed and said, "Dao Zhang, you don't know something. He... has a weird temper and is young. Please don't argue with him."

At this time, a clear and gentle voice came and said: "You are indeed still young."

Like a gleam of moonlight in the night, a white-clothed Taoist with a whisk in his arm and a long sword on his back appeared quietly beside the three of them.

This Taoist man was tall and tall, with fluttering sword tassels on his sleeves. He walked slowly, as if he were stepping on floating clouds. Jin Guangyao saluted and said, "Taoist Priest Xiao Xingchen."

Xiao Xingchen returned the gift and said with a smile: "We said goodbye a few months ago. I don't want to be married, but I haven't forgotten you."

Jin Guangyao said: "Taoist Priest Xiao Xingchen's movement of Shuanghua shocked the world. It would be strange if I didn't remember it."

Xiao Xingchen smiled slightly, as if he understood Jin Guangyao's tendency to always speak with flattery, and said: "Lianfangzun has too much reputation." Then, he turned his eyes to Xue Yang and said: "However, even though he is still young, he has already established his position.

As a guest in Jinlintai, it is better to restrain your desires and self-discipline. After all, the Lanling Jin family is a famous family, and they should set an example in all aspects."

His black eyes were shining, bright and soft, and he looked at Xue Yang without any condemnation. Therefore, although his words of advice were words of advice, they were not offensive. Jin Guangyao immediately calmly walked up the steps and said: "
To be continued...