Sudden HE with the villain

Qingping and the others followed Ji Yun to Zong Hanzhi's bedroom.

Ji Yun personally fed the decoction to the unconscious man on the bed, then dismissed the servants and sat in front of the lamp in a daze.

The lights are warm, and the beauty draws her eyebrows.

Ji Yun is also very good-looking, but this beauty is different from Jiang Bujing and Bai Yonghan.

Jiang Bujing's chicness and Bai Yonghan's appearance are like stars in the night sky, they will always let them shine, stand out from the crowd, and attract everyone's attention at a glance.

Ji Yun is different.

When I saw her for the first time, I only felt that she was weak and pitiful, like a bean lamp fluttering in the strong wind, which needs to be held in both hands and cared for so that the lamp will not go out.

After observing the situation for a while, Qingping and Gu Xiyue pushed open the window and entered without a sound.

Ji Yun's eyes widened, and she almost fainted from fright. After the two of them revealed their identities again and again, she regained her senses.

It's just that the already plain face became paler.

"Senior sister, why didn't she come to Yunzhou?" Ji Yun asked worriedly, "What happened to her?"

Just as Qingping was about to speak, Gu Xiyue took the words, "Fortunately, Master, she didn't come. If she came, wouldn't she be arrested by you directly? We were forced to leave our hometown by you, and we were charged with murder? Zong Shen Shui's skills are not as good as others, and he will die when he dies, why push it on my master?"

Ji Yun was frightened by her snapping, her eyes were red, her lips were trembling, and she couldn't say anything.

"Junior Sister is young and speaks freely, and Senior Uncle..."

After a long time, Ji Yun finally regained her soul, wiped her tears with a small handkerchief, and said intermittently: "You...you are right...that's right, it's best if the senior sister doesn't come."

Seeing her choked up for a long time, Qingping felt a little helpless in her heart, unable to utter a continuous sentence.

She also realized that her temper was not very good, except for Gu Xiyue, other people's tears would not make her feel pity.

"Uncle, why are they so sure that Zong Shenshui was killed by Master?"

Ji Yun clenched the small handkerchief tightly, and said in a mournful voice: "The injury on Elder Shen Shui's body was left by the Wuming sword technique, and only the senior sister knows it."

Gu Xiyue interjected: "Master Uncle, you are also a member of the Wuming sect, don't you know how to use a sword?"

Ji Yun clenched her lips tightly, her eyes were full of water again, and said incoherently: "I... I have been weak since I was a child... I can't practice martial arts."

Her steps were slow and her breathing stagnant, she did not look like a martial artist.

Gu Xiyue asked again: "Then why are you and Master called Jinghong Zhaoying together in the world?"

After she said the words, she suddenly thought that there were many anecdotes about Jinghong Sword in the streets and alleys, but she often just skipped a word about this Zhao Ying.

If it is said, it can only be said that she is Jiang Ying's junior sister, who later married the leader of the martial arts alliance.

Ji Yun said in a low voice: "Although I can't practice martial arts, I know a thing or two about various martial arts. When I was young, I traveled the rivers and lakes with my senior sisters until I met my husband."

"Uncle, have you seen Zong Chenshui's corpse? Are the injuries on his body caused by the unknown sword technique? Or was it faked by others?"

Ji Yun nodded, "Yes. And..." She looked away, and said with a guilty conscience: "I didn't tell them... the wound on the elder's body was left by Jinghong."

"How is it possible?" Gu Xiyue hurriedly said, "Jinghong has always been by our side."

"I don't know... the wound left by Jinghong is different from other weapons," Ji Yun said in a low voice, "A normal sword is only three feet long, but the Jinghong sword is three feet seven, and Jinghong is thinner than ordinary swords , and become lighter, the wound left behind will be more slender."

Gu Xiyue didn't take it seriously, "What's the point? Isn't it easy to forge? Just hit a sword like this and it will be done."

"But Wuming and Jinghong...only Senior Sister."

"Uncle, is there no one else in our division?"

"No name, each generation will only accept two disciples."

Ji Yun suddenly urged them to leave, "Now that the Demon Palace is attacking, the Zong family can't protect themselves, you should leave first. Go back and tell the teacher... no, don't tell her, I just trouble you to spread the news. To be honest, we have Send out many letters to ask other factions for help, but the head of the person who sent the letter will always be placed at the door the next day, and we are trapped here."

Gu Xiyue smiled, "Master Uncle thinks our head will not be placed at the door the next day?"

Ji Yun hastily explained: "Ah, no, no. I didn't mean that... Since you are the apprentices of the senior sister, you think your kung fu is excellent."

Seeing that Gu Xiyue seemed about to confront him again, Qing Ping coughed lightly and said to Ji Yun, "Master, we fought against that mysterious person tonight."

"Really? How are you guys doing?" Ji Yun's face became more concerned, "Are you injured?"

Qingping shook his head, "It's just that that person's lightness kung fu is very outstanding, we are not as good as him."

"Qinggong?" Ji Yun thought for a moment, and said: "The one you met should be a night bat. He is one of the four guardians of the Demon Palace, and his Qinggong is unique in the world. By the way, does he look like a bat? ?”

"Yeah, it's so ugly! I also like to fall on trees to scare people!"

Ji Yun hooked her lips.

"Night bats use bats as companions, and their habits follow bats." She breathed a sigh of relief, showing a look of fear, "Fortunately, you met him. Although he has a weird temperament, he doesn't like to kill innocent people indiscriminately. One of the better protectors."

Qingping was a little surprised, Shuiyue Palace had been hiding from the world for decades, how could Ji Yun know so much inside information?

Ji Yun seemed to see the confusion in her heart, and explained: "Although I can't practice martial arts, I am very interested in the affairs of the world. Before I left the cabinet, my senior sister and my husband went to Qingyu Mountain several times. The matter of the devil's palace will be discussed soon." They told me."

She paused, looked at the unconscious man on the bed, her eyes were reddish, "If I had known earlier that it would attract revenge from the Demon Palace, I would have stopped them no matter what. Those beggars, after all, have something to do with us." What's the matter? The secret treasure of the previous dynasty, the body of the lamp, those sects are all quiet and silent, but the two of them are like fools, insisting on going to trouble with the Water Moon Palace..."

When she said this, she covered her face and sobbed sadly.

"I just want to live a good life. I'm not a hero. After Master passed away, the only ones close to me were these two, but they just wanted to die..."

The woman's sobs were mournful and plaintive, like silk threads.

Qingping and Gu Xiyue looked at each other, and they both saw each other's helplessness in their eyes.

"Hey uncle, don't cry." Gu Xiyue sighed, imitating Qingping's usual way of coaxing herself, stepped forward to pat her on the back, and said, "Master loves you so much, if you are here now, It will definitely be sad."

Ji Yun wiped away her tears, choked up and said, "No, Senior Sister loves to make me cry the most. The harder I cry, the happier she is."

This is in line with Jiang Bujing's temperament.

Gu Xiyue's words were choked, and she suddenly felt a bit of sympathy for the woman in front of her.

"Master, she is like this. She looks like a human being. Those who don't know think she is so good, but in fact she is always out of shape."

Terrible for dogs.

Ji Yun said again timidly: "Don't say that about my senior sister, she is very nice..."

Gu Xiyue shrugged.

Fine.

She looked at Qingping and suddenly smiled, "My senior sister is also very good." After a short pause, she added: "Your senior sister is not as good as my senior sister."