Sudden HE with the villain

"Let Zong Sheng come to see me alone, and I will hand over the Qingshuangcao to him."

After Qingping finished giving these instructions, he sat on the chair, put the wooden box across his knees, and watched the rising incense burnt in a trance.

A large group of people rushed in, all of them were familiar faces.

Qingping sneered, "Are you afraid that I will settle accounts with you?"

Zong Sheng said with a sullen face: "Since Qingshuangcao has been found, why bother to meet alone?"

Qingping opened the wooden box, and there was a green grass like emerald jade in the cold ice. Zong Sheng let go of his heart when he saw it, and said: "At that time, the evidence was so strong that we didn't intend to kill her, but we just wanted to kill her." She was just taken into custody, who made her insist on running, not only ran, but also wounded many people with her sword."

Qingping lowered his head, put the wooden box on the table, and approached slowly with Changtian in his hand.

The group of disciples quickly drew their swords and surrounded her.

"What are you going to do!" Zong Sheng raised his palm, as if to fight back.

Qingping smiled softly, "You and I are both guilty people, it's better to be in the same place forever from now on."

She lifted the sword and slowly walked out of the room.

Zong Sheng and the others didn't know why, and they didn't breathe a sigh of relief until her back disappeared without a trace. Just as they were about to pick up the wooden box on the table, they suddenly felt severe pain all over the body, and the burning pain ignited from the bottom of their hearts, and they lost all strength .

Many young disciples fainted from the pain immediately, and some rolled on the ground crying.

Zong Sheng propped himself on the edge of the table, and there was a burst of strange fragrance. He suddenly turned his head and saw the burning incense burner, and said in pain, "She poisoned the incense burner, it's Wujian!"

Qing Ping swayed, relying on the long days to avoid falling.

She swallowed the blood in her mouth, but was choked by the blood and coughed loudly, the ground was stained with scarlet.

From then on, life is better than death, and you will fall forever.

Bai Yonghan walked to the sea of ​​flowers, and saw the girl half kneeling among the flowers, with her head bowed, and the sky in her hands had been crushed into twists and turns.

"I'll give you the antidote for Wujian." She whispered.

Qingping laughed hoarsely: "It's fine if I stay here... It's fine if I insist on going with her."

If only she could put these Jiang Hu people lightly, if she could put Master and Yue seriously...

She seemed to think of something ridiculous, she covered her lips and coughed while laughing, "It's ridiculous, I also told her that if something makes innocent people bleed, that thing can't be called right... But how innocent is she, and how innocent is Master?"

Bai Yonghan put his hands on her shoulders, "It's not your fault, don't be so harsh on yourself, I didn't do anything even if I stayed in Baihua Valley."

Qingping turned a deaf ear to it, and only asked himself repeatedly: "Why can't I take them more seriously?"

Master's kindness to her is as great as a mountain, and junior sister's love to her is as deep as an ocean, why can't she treat them more seriously?

Why shed blood and desperately for this world that had nothing to do with her?

The junior sister said that she wanted to go back to Tianshan to live in seclusion together, why didn't she agree early?

"Qingping, there is something I've always wanted to tell you." Bai Yonghanmumu stood for a long time, his voice hoarse, "Ying finally told me that 16 years ago she destroyed a den of ten thousand poisons and rescued the only one who was still alive." Afraid that the force would find the child, they took her to the snow-capped mountains to live in seclusion."

Qingping's breathing sank, and some hot liquid flowed from his eyes, "Master lived in seclusion in the snow-capped mountains because of me?"

She covered her face with a deep smile, and blood and tears kept gushing from her fingers.

Jiang Bujing gave up her true love, lived in seclusion in the snow-capped mountains for sixteen years, retreated to the rivers and lakes under the prestige, and did not get involved in the turbulent world... Qing Pingyuan thought that she was just hurt by love.

She should have been such a chic and wanton person.

Keeping a low profile, traveling thousands of miles, famous horses and beauties, drunk in the rivers and lakes together.

Instead of staying on the snow-capped mountains at the best age, eating and sleeping in the snow, and buying a luminous cup, you have to hesitate in every possible way.

"Master Gu, do you hate me?" Qingping asked in a hissed voice, "If it wasn't for me, maybe you would have stayed with Master long ago, enjoying the world."

Bai Yonghan smiled and patted her head, "I don't blame you, you were only four years old at the time, what could be wrong? It's because she couldn't pass the test in her heart, she couldn't get rid of the worldly views, And she didn't want to drag me into danger, after all, she didn't regard me as her close person."

Her smile froze for a moment, and she sighed again: "Forget it... what we are going to face is not alone, that force is silently putting the blame on Xiaoyue, and the purpose may not only be to Chunbo Green may be the secret treasure of the previous dynasty. Moreover, if they find out that you are a half-refined body of burning lamp, they may covet you."

The girl's shoulders kept shaking, Bai Yonghan thought she was crying, and wanted to comfort her, but heard a hoarse and broken laughter.

"Isn't that just right?" Qingping struggled to stand up, "Let them come to me, let them come to me..."

She walked staggeringly, causing her five internal organs to ache, and blood gushed out from the corner of her mouth, dripping drop by drop on the sea of ​​fresh flowers.

Bai Yonghan took a few steps to catch up, and gave her the antidote, "Don't be so harsh on yourself, all this is not your fault, you are not a fairy god, even if you are a fairy god, there will be many unavoidable things People, always bow to their fate."

Qing Ping did not take the antidote, but put it in his bosom, tied Chang Tian around his waist, bowed to Bai Yong Han, then turned and walked out of Baihua Valley.

The valley is full of spring, flowers are blooming like a sea, and several lying spirit deer raise their heads and look at her curiously.

Bai Yonghan watched the girl go away.

Her back was incompatible with this spring light, her back was straight, like a sharp sword.

The sword light is cold and covered with frost and snow.

"It's a bit like you, Ying." She said to herself.

People always want to bow their heads to fate, but some people just don't want to. They have to resist when they are alive, and they will not bow their heads when they die.

So it is doomed to have a bloody head and a body full of injuries.

In the blink of an eye, the end of the year has come.

The gust of wind cuts one's heart like a knife, and snowflakes blow down in pieces.

In a small inn on the outskirts of Yunzhou, several people were huddling around the stove, eating hot pot and drinking hot wine.

The pot is steaming white, and the fragrance hits the face.

The firecrackers were crackling outside the window, and the mourning and mourning sound shook people's ears a little.

"For the Chinese New Year, which one will do the funeral?" asked the waiter.

The shopkeeper also sat in front of the fire, put a handful of water spinach in the pot, and then said: "The old man of the Zongfu is dead, that very prestigious elder, I heard that he committed suicide."

"Suicide? Why is he so majestic to commit suicide?"

Another man in a cotton coat said, "I was poisoned. I was tortured for more than half a year, and finally I couldn't take it anymore."

The waiter wanted to ask again, but the shopkeeper quickly waved at him, and put a chopstick of food into his bowl, "Hey, we don't care, don't care about the affairs of the Jianghu."

"Cough cough..."

A coughing sound came from a dark corner.

Several people turned their heads to look over there, and there was a woman in black sitting there.

The shopkeeper glared at Xiao Er and complained, "What's the matter? Isn't the door closed? Why are there still customers?"

Xiao Er patted his head, "She came here early in the morning, who would have thought that she could sit until the door was closed?"

The woman came out coughing and coughing.

The shopkeeper sneered: "Customer, you see we are closed..."

Halfway through the words, he swallowed them in his mouth.

The woman is tall and tall, with pale skin and purple lips, like a ghost from hell.

Even so, it is also very beautiful.

The pale fingers are bent, holding a sword, the scabbard is full of jasper, with fine patterns carved on it, exquisite and exquisite, one can't help but imagine how sharp and extraordinary the sword in the sheath will be, breaking gold and cutting jade.

She took out a tael of silver and put it on the table, then opened the door silently and went out.

The cold wind swept in, and several people were shaken by the wind. Only then did they come back to their senses, looked left and right, and couldn't help but said: "That person's hand! It's Spring Wave Green!"

"It turned out to be her..."

Qingping stood in front of the inn.

Bright red lanterns illuminate a corner, and there are two couplets in front of the door. The red paper is festive and the black characters are square.

She looked up for a long time, but she didn't know what to think, and the corner of her mouth slightly hooked up.

The sound of crackling firecrackers came from the streets, and colorful fireworks exploded in the night sky.

The fireworks are bright and every household is happy.

Qingping lowered his head and walked slowly in the wind and snow, with no expression on his face.

The cold wind came, and the familiar pain came from her lungs, forcing her to cover her lips and cough heavily, and her eyes were a little dizzy.

"Ah!" A little girl jumped out from the fright of the firecrackers and bumped into her.

Qingping was sweating profusely, and stretched out his hands to hold on to the wall to stabilize his figure.

"Sister, are you okay?" The little girl tilted her head to look at her, with obvious worry in her eyes.

Qingping squatted down and looked at her quietly.

The elder sister in front of her looked like a ghost, the child thought about it, and couldn't help but take a few steps back.

Seeing her retreating, Qingping quickly grabbed her and begged, "Don't go."

The child was frightened, his mouth curled up, and his eyes were full of water.

"Slave, here you are." Qingping took out a bright red paper bag from her bosom, "Happy New Year." She hooked her lips to the child.

The red envelope is heavy, and it seems that there are many good things in it.

The child burst into laughter immediately, and said happily: "Then I also want to say a congratulatory message, well, I wish my sister every year today, every year today!"

Qingping stood up, closed her clothes for her, and said softly: "Your family is waiting for you, go home quickly."

"Then... where's my sister?"

Qingping touched the hilt of the sword at his waist, "I don't have a home anymore..."

She walked slowly into the dark alley again.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, she leaned against the wall and sat on the ground, looking up at the snowflakes all over the sky with misty eyes.

She has been walking the rivers and lakes with Chunbo Green for more than half a year, why haven't those people come to her yet?

There was another pain in her heart, she grabbed the skirt of her clothes tightly, veins protruded from the back of her pale hands, and after a long time, her hands finally dropped powerlessly.

In the past six months, he traveled through Mobei in the south of the Yangtze River and the Western Regions of the East China Sea, but he couldn't find Gu Xiyue.

"Where are you?" she asked in a low voice.

The snowflakes finally stopped.

Qingping raised his head and saw a paper umbrella blocking Baixue.

Bai Yonghan stood beside her with an umbrella, protecting her from the wind and snow, "It's Chinese New Year, let's go back to Baihua Valley."

Qingping stood up and nodded.