The second senior brother is back [Rebirth]

Rong Yucui's hands trembled uncontrollably.

As if he couldn't accept such a cruel fact, even his breathing was painful, and his clear eyes were full of unspeakable bitterness and sadness.

At this moment, he is no longer the head of the Guiyun Sect, but an old father who is over a hundred years old and has lost his son.

After a while, Rong Yucui breathed a sigh of relief, pointed at the door and said, "Go out first. Leave me alone."

Gu Wei left with lowered eyes, and intimately closed the door for Rong Yucui.

Rong Yucui sat motionless for a long time, took a deep breath, and tears rolled down his old cheeks uncontrollably.

——He covered his face, and finally choked up sobbing unbearably.

Rong Yan was sitting in the next room.

Hearing Rong Yucui's cry, real despair and pain appeared on his expressionless face.

If Rong Yucui's remorse could have come earlier, he would not have died tragically in the Wuyin Mountain, and would not have started a life of endless killings... nor would he have lived such a boring life, immortal.

Maybe he can still be an ordinary person, watering the flowers and plants, adopting a few vagrants, spending his life in an ordinary way, getting old and dying peacefully.

——Everything can only be if.

Rong Yan sighed, frowned, walked to the window, opened the window and jumped down, cleverly avoiding Gu Wei's eyes and ears, and sneaked away.

Three days later, all forces gathered in Jizhou, and the martial arts conference was officially held.

People from the Songshan faction came late, and it was not until Shen Congyue, the leader of the martial arts alliance, sent someone to help him that he learned that the head of the Songshan faction accidentally fell down in the inn room, knocked his head on a nail at the corner of the table, and died.

The disciples who followed were busy preparing for the funeral and would take a while to arrive.

There is an exquisite and simple high platform above the competition arena.

This stage is called Xunying Terrace, and there are three seats on the stage, which are specially prepared for the leader of the martial arts alliance, the leader of evil ways, and the envoy of Wuyin Mountain.

Shen Congyue and Qu Jingxia, the leader of the evil Taoism, have already taken their seats, one on the left and the other on the right.

As for the envoy of Wuyin Mountain... In the past 60 years, he has never participated in the Qiwu Conference, and the position in the middle is useless.

Wuyin Mountain does not participate in the affairs of the rivers and lakes, and does not hurt the people of the rivers and lakes, but its status is equivalent to half a god, invisibly surpassing the two ways.

Therefore, even though everyone knew that the so-called messenger would not come, they still waited for two sticks of incense, giving Wuyin Mountain the respect it deserved.

Rong Yan put on his shabby beggar's clothes, stepped on his wooden clogs with a click, and prepared to go out.

The skeletons accompanying him immediately blocked his way with well-prepared gorgeous clothes.

"What?" Rong Yan frowned, "Do you want to rebel?!"

The skeleton remained indifferent, still blocking the door to prevent Rong Yan from leaving.

They were afraid that Rong Yan's clothes would be too simple, that they would be laughed at by the people in the Jianghu and lose Wuyinshan's face.

Rong Yan sighed, sat down in compromise, and let the two skeletons manipulate his inflexible hands to clean and dress him.

The white smoke rose intermittently into the air, and the last ash fell into the beast stove.

Suddenly there was a faint tinkling of bells at the end of the long street, and four skeletons carrying white gauze jade chariots slowly walked towards the crowd.

This is the ability of the envoy of Wuyin Mountain to control the bones as a servant.

The crowd retreated to the street in a hurry like a tide.

The chariot drove across the long street and stopped under the Xunying Terrace.

Rong Yan walked down from the chariot, stepped on the steps steadily, and said hoarsely as he walked, "I passed by here a few days ago and wanted to join in the fun, so please forgive me for being late."

Even if everyone was dissatisfied, they did not dare to express it directly.

Gu Wei looked at the aloof Rong Yan, and the astonishment flashed in his eyes.

——Obviously yesterday he was still a little beggar in a mess, wearing ragged clothes and showing a pair of thin white legs, like a rogue monkey in the mountains without discipline, he can run around by stepping on clogs.

Rong Yan, who took off his beggar's clothes, changed into a blue and green cloud-pattern brocade shirt, which was paired with a crown of Zhu Ying gemstones. His blind right eye was covered by a lifelike butterfly jade ornament, and there was a sense of extravagance everywhere. The taste is like a pampered son of a rich family.

It is beautiful and beautiful, without any crudeness.

A dark red figure hidden in the crowd stared at Rong Yan for a long time before leaving quietly.

Everyone in the Xunying stage was in an uproar.

In the first few years of Rong Yan's disappearance, the children adopted by him were grateful for his life-saving grace, and raised funds to ask an artist at the foot of the mountain to paint a portrait of him, and distributed it to people looking for it.

His appearance is too glamorous, coupled with his special brown eyes and rare vermilion beauty mole, many people in Kyushu Wulin left a deep impression.

The sudden return of a person who has been missing for more than 60 years, and even flew up to the branches, becoming the messenger of Wuyin Mountain, will inevitably cause people to discuss.

Lu Huan uncomfortably yelled at Gu Wei who was next to him, and said dissatisfiedly, "Brother, why is he back again? He has also become an envoy of Wuyin Mountain, is he going to return to Yunshan with us?"

"I don't know." Gu Wei shook his head, "He is still a member of Guiyunshan, and now that he has reentered the rivers and lakes, he will probably return to Guiyunshan."

"Cut, does he have the nerve to come back?" Lu Huan curled his lips, his delicate and coquettish face was arrogant and pampered, "I haven't thought about coming back to see Master after so many years, not because I'm blind and disabled, and I can't get along outside. If you go down, you have to return to the Cloud School!"

"Don't talk nonsense!" Gu Wei frowned and reprimanded, "You are not too young, you can't speak so rudely anymore."

Rong Yan sat down calmly, resting his cheeks, and patiently listened to the noisy and arguing below.

It wasn't until everything fell silent that he casually yawned and lazily said, "Let's get started."

The competition on the first day of the conference was as boring as ever.

In Rong Yan's eyes, the low-level disciples from various sects came to the stage to learn from each other, just like country women fighting and pulling each other's hair buns.

Rong Yan finished knocking a plate of melon seeds out of boredom, and felt his mouth was a bit dry, so he poured another cup of tea and drank it down.

Five days ago, after Rong Yan took the head of the Songshan School according to the agreement, he only had time to take a nap and rushed back overnight.

In the past two days, because of Gu Wei's endless search, he had to hide everywhere, and couldn't even get a good night's sleep.

Now after eating and drinking on the Xunying Terrace, Rong Yan started to feel lazy.

He stretched in a very derogatory manner.

The loose sleeves slipped off with his movements, inadvertently revealing the scars on his arms.

He usually wears beggar's clothes, and he will wrap these scars tightly with gauze, but today he suddenly changed into a fine dress, and he didn't check for a while, so all these shocking scars were exposed.

Qu Jingxia has always liked beauties, seeing Rong Yan's well-proportioned figure, red lips and white teeth, he can easily tell that this is a beauty.

However, the beauty's arms are mottled and ugly, full of scars left by torture. At first glance, it is very destructive to the beauty.

Thinking of this, Qu Jingxia suddenly felt pity, and said to Rong Yan, who was already drowsy, "There are people in my sect who are good at witchcraft, and they can rejuvenate their hands. If the messenger wants to heal the eyes and the scars all over his body, , it’s better to come to the evil way and walk around.”

"Huh?" Rong Yan heard Qu Jingxia's words in a daze, and immediately regained consciousness.

He shook off his sleeves inadvertently, covered the scar, covered his right eye blocked by Yudie, and declined, "Please worry about it. He will get better on his own."

Shen Congyue's eyebrows twitched, but he couldn't suppress the curiosity in his heart after all, and asked, "Where did the envoy's torture come from?"

A smile appeared on the corner of Rong Yan's mouth, and he said softly, "Becoming a 'God' comes at a price. What is there to be curious about, do you want to try it?"

One sentence completely kills the sky.

Rong Yan basically fell asleep for the rest of the day.

After the first day of competition was over and everyone dispersed one after another, Rong Yan slowly got up from his seat, listlessly jumped off the high platform, and walked back to the inn dejectedly.

He had slept for so long that he was really exhausted.

When passing by the waiter in the downstairs shop, he took out five copper coins and a piece of broken silver from his sleeve pocket, and told him, "Go to the street and buy a bag of melon seeds, and send it to my room. You can buy melon seeds with copper coins, and you can buy melon seeds with broken silver." I will pay you for running errands."

The guest officer was generous and open-minded, and the waiter was also willing to help with errands, happily running to buy melon seeds.

Rong Yan went upstairs with a sluggish look, and opened the door roughly.

"..."

Rong Yucui was sitting at the table, drinking tea, waiting patiently.

Clearly, "Rabbit" has arrived.

Rong Yan closed the door heavily, and prepared to live in another inn.

"Nie Zi! Where are you going!" Rong Yucui slapped the table and sternly said, "Get out!"

"..."

Rong Yan sighed a little tiredly, resigned himself to his fate and pushed the door open, and said expressionlessly, "Master Rong came to my room, why?"

The attitude is impartial, as if treating an insignificant stranger.

Rong Yu furiously raised his eyebrows, and slapped the wooden table hard, almost breaking the wooden table: "So many people have been looking for you these years! Since you are alive, why don't you return to Yunshan! What do you take the school rules for? !"

Rong Yan suddenly didn't want to hide.

He didn't do anything wrong, so why should he hide everywhere, not daring to see people?

Rong Yan pulled up the stool and sat down, and asked calmly: "Then please tell me, head Rong, how many people are looking for me." By the way, it can also make me have a good time.

The anger on Rong Yucui's face froze, he changed the topic in embarrassment, and continued to say firmly: "No matter what, the disciples of Guiyun Sect should return to Yunshan honestly and go to Wuyin Mountain to be envoys! What does it look like?" !"

"You mean, let me go back to your Guiyun Mountain, and be a good-for-nothing who continues to be taught and abused by you?"

Rong Yuqi was stunned.

Rong Yan looked at him with a half-smile, stretched out his hand, and gently opened his neckline.

Hidden under the clothes were layers of criss-cross scars, red, swollen and purple all the way to the collarbone, making it impossible to see his original skin color.

The turbidity in Rong Yucui's eyes dispersed again, and the pity accumulated in the eyes surged up.