Chapter 52: Duan Feibai episode

Chapter 52: Duan Feibai episode

Under the blue sky, there are wild grasses in the sky, and in front of the cliff, a huge stone stands facing the wind. This boulder is the rumored love stone-the Sansheng stone.

About half a year ago, a new Fang Tomb was built beside the stone, and a stone tablet stood in front of the Fang Tomb. The stele does not contain the name of the owner of the tomb, only the word "beloved wife".

In just half a year, new grass has grown in front of the grave, and the tombstone has experienced mottled marks after being exposed to wind and sun.

Duan Feibai stood in front of the grave, looked down at the stele, and asked in a deep voice: "Still haven't found any trace of Su Xingchen?"

Since Su Xingchen crossed out Duan Feibai's name on the stele and snatched Su Xiyan's body half a year ago, he seemed to have disappeared from the world. No matter how Duan Feibai searched, he could not find a trace of him.

Heron showed a look of shame: "This subordinate is incompetent, please forgive me."

Duan Feibai let out a long sigh: "If he wants to hide, no one will be able to find him."

"My lord..." Heron hesitated to speak.

"What do you have to say?"

Helu plucked up his courage, cupped his fists and said, "My lord, it has been half a year since Madam passed away, and I hope the master will recover soon."

Duan Feibai didn't speak.

"After the madam passed away, the master recruited alchemists everywhere and stayed with them all day... Tried to recall the dead soul of the madam, but after failing, his will was depressed and he drank his sorrows with wine..."

"Heron, do you believe in resurrecting the dead?" Instead of getting angry, Duan Feibai interrupted him softly.

Heron was surprised: "Master?"

"You must not believe it, but I believe it..." Duan Feibai suddenly laughed softly.

The Heron's eyes showed astonishment. In the past six months, it was the first time Duan Feibai confided his thoughts to him. It turned out that this was what Duan Feibai thought in his heart.

Resurrecting the soul from a dead body... With such a terrifying and illusory thought, Heron's first reaction was, could it be that Duan Feibai has been hit hard by the death of his wife and has gone mad? !

Heron originally wanted to enlighten him a few words, but was sent away by Duan Feibai.

After Helu left, Duan Feibai picked up the ghost mask and put it on his face, and said to Fang Zhong: "I know you hate me, and you hate me so much that you don't want to see me again. But I want to see you again, and I want to ask you, your last Is what you said true?"

The wind was blowing the green grass in front of the grave, Fang Zhong was cold, and no one could answer him.

Duan Feibai glanced at Fangzhong, then turned and left along the mountain path. When Fang stepped into the doll villa, there was already a person waiting in the yard. When he saw him, his eyes lit up: "My lord, you are back. Madam is waiting for you in the dungeon."

Duan Feibai went down to the dungeon.

Dim yellow candles were lit on both sides of the dark passage, and a red shadow stood at the end. When he was a few steps away from Hong Ying, Duan Feibai stopped and said in a deep voice, "What is Auntie looking for?"

Duan Hongying turned around, pointed to a cell at the end of the dark passage, and said, "Look who he is."

Duan Feibai looked up, and saw a person locked on the wooden frame in the prison cell. It was a young man, about eighteen or nine years old, his limbs were entangled by iron chains, and he was tightly bound to the frame.

The boy fell into a coma, with his head drooping, and the hair hanging down covered most of his face.

Duan Feibai only glanced at it, then looked away, and said doubtfully, "He is..."

Duan Hongying threw him a slap-sized gold medal, and Duan Feibai held the gold medal in his hand. When he took a closer look, a look of shock appeared on his face hidden under the ghost mask: "The prince of Zhennan?! Auntie? He captured it?"

"He hit by mistake and fell into the maze that I set up. I thought he was just an ordinary boy, but I didn't expect that he came out of the Zhennan Prince's Mansion. Now, it's not right to keep him or kill him, but it's really hot. Yam."

This young man is the heir of Zhennan King, if he offends Zhennan King in the puppet villa, and the imperial army kills him, Duan Hongying's martial arts is world-class, he will not be an opponent of thousands of troops.

"The Prince of Zhennan can't be killed, but he can't be released either. Lock him up first. I'll be useful." Duan Feibai left the dungeon after finishing his sentence.

When we got back to our residence, the sky had already darkened. Duan Feibai lit all the candles in the room, closed the doors and windows, took off the ghost mask, and put it on the table.

There is still yesterday's unfinished wine on the table.

Duan Feibai picked up the silver jug, poured out a glass, and poured himself a drink against the residual candle.

Helu was right. After Tao Jingyi died, he became obsessed with the theory of ghosts and gods, and recruited many alchemists, hoping to find her soul and ask her to use the corpse to revive her soul again. It's just that the rituals were performed one after another, not to mention her soul, even getting her to fall into a dream once became an extravagant wish.

After the failure of the soul-calling, he was depressed, and often used alcohol to drown his sorrows, only hoping to get drunk, get her to take pity on him, and see him again...

This wine tastes sweet, but has great aftertaste. He only drank half of the pot, and there was a faint feeling of dizziness in his mind.

Duan Feibai cast a heavy glance at the flickering candle flames, the faint clusters of candle flames were reflected in his eyes, gradually fainting into boundless red light.

That was the light from the dragon and phoenix red candle.

There seemed to be noisy firecrackers in his ears, and Duan Fei looked down, only to realize that he was holding a piece of red silk in his hand, and the end of the red silk was leading a person.

The man was tall and slim, wearing a bright red wedding gown and a red hijab with mandarin ducks playing in the water, standing in the candlelight. The other end of the red silk was held in her hand. Her hand was plain white, and the plain white was set off by the red silk, making it even more dazzlingly white.

Duan Feibai was in a daze for a while, not knowing if the scene in front of him was a dream or real, when he fixed his eyes again, he already had a jade ruyi in his hand, and his bride was sitting by the bed, with lowered eyebrows, waiting for him to lift her hijab.

Duan Feibai lifted the red hijab with Yu Ruyi, and the girl under the hijab slowly raised her head.

Her cheeks were beautiful but pale, her lips were trembling, and she said with a look of pain, "Brother Feibai, why...why did you kill me..."

It was only then that Duan Feibai discovered that a silver dagger had been added to her heart at some point. The dagger penetrated into her heart, and blood continued to spread, staining her bright red wedding dress.

Not long after, there was a pool of blood under her body.

Sitting in a pool of blood, the girl raised her hand and reached out to him, saying in a weak voice, "Husband, it hurts so much, help me."

He stretched out his hand in a panic, trying to grab her, when a gust of bitter mountain wind rushed towards him, cutting his cheek like a knife, the girl's figure turned into a small dot, and fell into the boundless dark abyss. His outstretched hand didn't even touch a corner of her clothes.

"If I knew today, why bother?" A man in black stood under the moonlight and looked at it coldly.

"Who are you?" Duan Feibai said in a deep voice.

The man in black just sneered.

Duan Feibai attacked him. A soft sword in his hand, like a boneless poisonous snake, cut countless wounds on the man in black.

The man in black sneered from beginning to end.

"Who the **** are you?!" Furious, Duan Feibai flew over and reached out to remove his mask.

This time, he finally tore off the mask of the man in black. Hidden under the veil was a perfectly handsome face with a mocking smile on it.

"The wind is ending..." Duan Feibai murmured in a low voice, and opened his eyes suddenly.

What fell into my eyes was the dancing candle, the candle had already burned a lot, and the table was covered with wax tears. The air was filled with a strong aroma of wine, and the remaining half of the jug of wine went into his stomach.

Duan Feibai rubbed the center of his brows, it turned out that he was drunk and fell asleep lying on the table.

***

"The corpse has been preserved with medicine and is intact. I don't know why the owner suddenly wanted to check this corpse?" Heron opened the coffin and asked boldly.

Half a year ago, both the new lady and the black-clothed killer fell off the cliff. Unfortunately, the new lady's body was eaten by wolves, leaving only a pile of bones. The killer in black escaped the catastrophe because of the different places where he fell.

On the same day, Helu concluded that he was the killer of the Nether Organization based on the wooden sign on the black-clothed killer. But there are many doubts about this matter, Duan Feibai asked someone to save his body.

In the past six months, Duan Feibai has suspected the identity of the black-clothed killer many times. Helu also investigated secretly, and the news he got was that six months ago, someone did buy/murder someone from You Ming.

It is worth noting that after the killer's assassination failed, the buyer withdrew the hunting order, not only did not recover the deposit, but also paid the remaining bounty.

Duan Feibai did not answer Helu's question. After the coffin was opened, his eyes fell on the black-clothed killer.

On the cliff that day, the black-clothed killer's goal was obviously not with him, but with Tao Jingyi. It can even be said that his purpose early in the morning was to **** Tao Jingyi and jump off the cliff.

Duan Feibai suspected that someone had set up a trick, and ordered Heron to lead people to check if there were hidden holes on the cliff. After some investigation, there was no result.

Either he guessed wrong, or that person was too scheming and did things seamlessly, destroying all traces.

If it's the latter, why did he go to great lengths to **** Tao Jingyi's body?

Tao Jingyi died before falling off the cliff, and it was Duan Feibai who watched her die. After she died, he felt for her pulse.

There was no breath, the heart stopped beating, and the body gradually became cold and stiff.

She was indeed dead.

If he hadn't died in his arms, he might have suspected that it was Tao Jingyi and the killer in black who deliberately set up a "fake death" situation.

Duan Feibai drew out the long sword at his waist and cut open the clothes of the black-clothed killer. The black-clothed killer's body was scratched by trees and thorns as he fell off the cliff. The moment he landed, he was even cut by sharp stones, breaking his bones.

Duan Feibai's eyes lingered on the corpse, carefully identifying the wounds.

"Heron, you have seen my sword skills, I remember, this person has hit me thirteen times."

Heron was shocked when he heard this, and then, as if he understood something, his eyes fell on the corpse, and he looked over it bit by bit.

Duan Feibai's swordsmanship was fierce and domineering, with a burst of sword energy, the wounds could be seen to the bone, and the swords he used were all exceptionally sharp, where the sword marks crossed, the skin and flesh were very neat, it was more art than swordsmanship. But looking at the scars on this corpse, the wounds are uneven, and most of them are scratched by thorns or stones.

"Master, Heron has already identified it, and there is no sword mark left by the master on this person." Heron said.

This result was not bad as Duan Feibai expected.

In this way, it proved a problem, the person who snatched Tao Jingyi and the black-clothed killer who fell off the cliff were not the same person at all.

It also explained why the man in black aimed at Tao Jingyi, not him.

He came here for Tao Jingyi.

Then, the female corpse eaten by the wolves might not be Tao Jingyi.

It's a pity that her bones were snatched away by Su Xingchen, and it was impossible to identify them. Even if they hadn't been snatched away, how would they identify those scattered bones.

Since the goal was Tao Jingyi, it was someone Tao Jingyi knew. Duan Feibai ran through the people Tao Jingyi knew in his mind, and compared them with the figure of the man in black on the cliff that night. Suddenly, Feng Linzhi's figure coincided with that of the man in black .

This is also why Duan Feibai dreamed that the man in black would take off his veil and reveal Feng Linzhi's face.

A long time ago, he suspected that the man in black that night was Feng Linzhi.

She has passed away, even if there are doubts in her heart, what is the point of pursuing these things.

He had decided a long time ago that if he could not wait for her soul to return after the revenge of his great hatred, he would die at the top of Tianshan Mountain to apologize, hoping to win her forgiveness and continue the relationship in the next life.

Unexpectedly, he actually saw her in a dream.

This was the first time in the past six months that she had entered his dream.

Duan Feibai was wondering if her soul sensed his thoughts, showed mercy, and fell into his dream once.

The doubts that had been deeply buried in his heart surfaced before his eyes again. This time, he finally mustered up the courage to stand here and confirm his conjecture.

***

The setting sun penetrated through the clouds, passed through the window lattice, and covered a corner of the book pavilion.

Gui Gongzi sat in the corner of the bookstore, flipping through a yellowed tome in his hand. In front of him, there are many such scrolls.

Biyu stood by the table, holding a thick stack of books in his hands. These books were sent over from all over the country in a hurry. For two whole days, Young Master Gui sat in the bookstore, flipping through these classics word for word.

Biyu couldn't help but said, "My lord, what are you looking for?"

Mr. Gui didn't speak, he raised his hand to turn a page, suddenly, his gaze paused, he pointed to a missing page in the book and asked in a deep voice, "Why is a page torn out here?"

"This... the servant doesn't know either." Biyu replied in fear. Most of the books Mr. Gui asked for were related to the Flower God Sect. The book in Mr. Gui's hand contains the rare treasures of the Flower God Sect, and it was taken from the Flower God Sect.

Mr. Gui closed the book and put it on the table with a "snap".

Biyu was so frightened that she trembled all over, and quickly fell to her knees.

At this moment, a person walked in from outside the bookstore.

Duan Hongying glanced up at the two of them, and asked, "What are you doing?"

Biyu said tremblingly: "Young servant, I don't know why the servant made the young master unhappy."

Duan Hongying took out a brocade box from her sleeve, put it on the table, and said to Biyu, "Send someone to deliver this medicine to the Flower God Sect, and hand it over to Feng Linzhi."

Biyu nodded and said, "Your servant has made a note."

After Duan Hongying left, Mr. Gui's eyes fell on the brocade box, thoughtful.

A few days later, Young Master Gui took this brocade box into the Flower God Sect.

A light rain had just passed, and the air was filled with dampness. Mountain mist shrouded the peaks, and at the end of the stone steps was a quaint pavilion, in which sat a man in a green shirt.

He sat in front of the railing, with his back leaning against the stone pillar, with one leg raised, and said in a frivolous tone: "Young Master Gui is here, it's really a long way to welcome you..."

Mr. Gui didn't want to argue with him, he explained his purpose, left the brocade box and left, but after walking a few steps, he suddenly felt an unusual aura.

"I don't know what advice you can give, Mr. Gui." Feng Linzhi looked very calm.

Gui Gongzi didn't speak, turned and left. But he was sure that besides He Feng Linzhi, there was another person.

...who would it be?

After leaving the Flower God Sect, Mr. Gui sent a letter to Hen Lu, ordering him to closely monitor Feng Linzhi's movements, and report to him in time if there was anything unusual.

Not long after, Helu sent him a message—Feng Linzhi pretended to be a wealthy businessman and bought a place to join the cabinet from the apprenticeship meeting of Xijian Pavilion.

Every year, Xijian Pavilion holds a teacher apprentice meeting, and uses the wooden sword as a certificate to issue 30 places to join the pavilion.

Once wooden swords flow into the rivers and lakes, they will cause competition. No matter how many people passed through the hands, those who entered the cabinet with a wooden sword in the end will be accepted by Xijian Pavilion regardless of their background.

There is no doubt that those who enter the cabinet with wooden swords every year are either powerful in martial arts, or wealthy, or powerful. Because only enough strength can compete for the qualification to join the cabinet.

Of course, this also caused the phenomenon of quota trading to a certain extent. Xijiange has always turned a blind eye to this matter. They only recognize wooden swords, not people.

After joining the cabinet, there will be a period of three months, and a unified assessment will be conducted. If there are outstanding talents, they will be accepted as direct disciples, but usually there will be no more than three.

The Qingqing girl who made a deal with Feng Linzhi had no financial means, no power, let alone peerless martial arts. The reason she got the wooden sword was because on the way to Xijiange, she rescued an old man, who was one of the elders of Xijiange. Before the elder left, he gave Qingqing a wooden sword, but Qingqing only wanted to earn money to save her mother, so she gave up her cabinet quota without any hesitation, and returned home with the money.

After Feng Linzhi bought Qingqing's wooden sword, Duan Feibai kept guessing his purpose. Guess, is he planning to join forces with Xijiange in order to get rid of the control of the Puppet Villa.

As it turned out, he guessed wrong.

According to news from within the Flower God Sect, Feng Linzhi bought this wooden sword for a girl named Tao Jingyi. According to rumors, that Miss Tao is the sweetheart of Master Feng, and she will be the wife of the leader in the future.

Tao, Jing, and Yi.

Duan Feibai wrote these three words in his palm, feeling an inexplicable sense of intimacy in his heart.

The first time these three words came into his ears, they seemed to be carved into his bone marrow, and a very strong thought arose in his heart - he wanted to take a look at this girl named Tao Jingyi.

The green hills are stretching and the mountain roads are winding. At the foot of the mountain, a carriage with draped blue silk was parked in the shadow of the trees. In the lush forest, two people walked slowly. The two walked side by side, the man in Tsing Yi, the girl in white, talking and laughing as if no one else was around.

The girl's eyes were clear and bright, like the rain-washed sky, without any impurities. Her eyes were full of smiles, and when she laughed, there seemed to be ripples in her eyes.

The moment she looked over, Duan Feibai was stunned.

His eyes widened little by little, and many emotions such as shock, astonishment, and disbelief flashed across his usually calm cheeks.

At that moment, he seemed to have fallen into a strange dream, his whole body trembled involuntarily, the blood rushed violently in the veins, joy turned into huge waves, pouring down mountains and seas.

He suddenly laughed, as if someone had poured a pot of honey into his heart, he couldn't stop laughing. In this unexpected surprise, something slipped down the corner of his eyes.

He reached out and felt a handful of damp heat.

Duan Feibai recognized at a glance that the girl walking towards him was Tao Jingyi who died in his arms.

In this world, there are dead bodies and souls, so it is not surprising that there are resurrections.

He tried his best to suppress the intense emotions surging in his heart, so he didn't rush forward and tightly hugged the girl in his arms.

He had already lost her for the first time, and he could not lose her for the second time.

He carefully concealed his figure, and his humble and greedy eyes lingered on the face of the girl in white until the carriage drove the girl galloping away, raising billows of smoke.

Duan Feibai stepped into the dungeon again, and the boy who was captured by mistake had already woken up. Two people rushed up and wiped his face with a strange potion.

The young man turned pale with fright, struggled frantically, and said loudly, "Who are you? What do you want to do? Do you know who I am?"

"Of course I know who you are."

The young man was startled, looking at his ghost mask, secretly guessing what kind of face was under this mask.

"Didn't you always want me to be your shadow? This time, as you wish." Duan Feibai said.

"What...mean..." The young man struggled less and less, with a look of doubt on his face. The potion was made of something, and his whole face became tense after applying it, "Let me go! Let me go!" Let me go!"

"Hush, don't make noise." Duan Feibai gestured to silence, "I will let you go when I achieve my wish. But before that, I need to use your identity, and you, just need to Just sleep here."

"Bastard! Damn it! Let me go!" The young man blushed with anger, gnashing his teeth and cursing, "When I get out, I will lead the army to crush your place! Kill all of you! Kill all of you!"

The author has something to say:

Haha, the hero is not that powerful, this vest number was stolen.

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