The return of petitions

Unknowingly, he and Wei Wuxian had been separated for a long time, and Xue Yang couldn't help feeling longing for him after not seeing him for a while.

After escaping from Xiao Xingchen and Song Lan, Xue Yang rushed all the way to Liyang, got the fourth piece of Yin iron hidden under a bridge opening near Changfu, and then went to Yunmeng.

Liyang is far away from Yunmeng, Xue Yang doesn't know how to control a sword, and his spiritual power is still recovering, so he can't travel by flying for a long time, so even if he is anxious, he can only travel day and night.

On the way, Xue Yang snatched a family's carriage and used it for two days. The horse was so tired that it lay on the side of the road and refused to get up, so he abandoned the carriage and flew forward for a while.

After finally setting foot on the Yunmeng land, several days had passed.

Before entering Lianhuawu by boat, Xue Yang just walked in a small town in the outer city of Yunmeng, but Xue Yang felt that the atmosphere here was very strange. The people on the road either lowered their heads and avoided their eyes when they saw him, or the passers-by were in a hurry, without any expression. The hustle and bustle before half o'clock.

Realizing that something might happen to Yunmeng, Xue Yang no longer rushed to Lianhuawu, but went into an inn to find a corner where there was no one there to sit down. He just poured a glass of water for a drink when four disciples of the Wen family walked in. Sit down at a table next to the door, one person occupies one side, put the sword on the table casually and said: "I haven't caught anyone after searching for so long, could it be that I have escaped from Yunmeng?"

"Impossible," one of them said, "Where can we go if we run again? This Lotus Pier is their hometown, is there any other place to go?"

"What's the difference between my hometown and my hometown?" Another person spat, "Lianhuawu is gone, they must have not stayed here long ago."

Xue Yang's heart tightened, he already guessed that these people were talking about Wei Wuxian and Jiang Cheng, but he couldn't believe it.

"No matter what, I still have to hurry up and look for it these few days." Another person took a drink from the cup: "If you can't find anyone, you can't turn around and explain to Second Young Master. By the way, is the person upstairs still coming down? "

"What can she do when she comes down?" The first person who spoke disdainfully said, "It's not because of the second son that he dares to tell us what to do. Let her stay in the inn, and she will be in the way when she comes down."

"That's true." Everyone agreed.

After drinking a pot of tea, they got up together and went upstairs, saying that they wanted to rest for a while before going out to search for people.

Xue Yang turned over from the back door of the inn, jumped into the wall along the low attic, and jumped up to the roof one by one, pushing aside the tiles under his feet to look one by one. Gently jumped down the window sill, took out the Yin iron and introduced the Yin energy on it through the carved window bars, and only waited for a few people screaming in the room, then put away the Yin iron and pushed the door in.

"You, Xue Yang?" Those people threw themselves on the ground, their cheeks were covered with indistinct dark lines, and their pupils gradually turned white.

Xue Yang kicked the man near the door, knelt down and pressed the blade of the sword against his neck, "Who are you arresting?"

The man hesitated and did not dare to confess, and howled in pain after Xue Yang pierced his palm with a sword.

"Ask again, who are you arresting?" Xue Yang's cold voice was unabashedly bloodthirsty: "If you don't say anything, I will cut off your fingers and toes one by one."

"I said, I said," the man said repeatedly in fright, "Second Young Master asked us to guard here and arrest Wei Wuxian."

"What about others?" Xue Yang asked calmly, but there was a murderous intent in his eyes.

"Run away." The man begged for mercy, raising his bloody hand, "We never saw Wei Wuxian's person at all, and he disappeared after Lianhuawu was destroyed."

A huge chill spread from Xue Yang's heart. The cold was like snow poured from an iceberg. When it hit Xue Yang's head, his brain instantly lost all ability to think.

"The Lotus Pier was destroyed?" Xue Yang asked.

"Yes, it was the Lianhuawu that the Second Young Master took Wen Zhuliu to destroy," the man said tremblingly, "Now that Lianhuawu has been turned into the Yunmeng Supervisory Office, this, this has nothing to do with us, we just followed orders and came to arrest Wei. No envy."

Xue Yang's eyelids drooped slightly to cover the flashing fierce light, and the corner of his mouth slowly curved into a violent arc: "The Lotus Pier is destroyed, Wei Wuxian is missing, none of you can escape." With a single swing, all four people on the ground begging for mercy were cut with their throats.

The blood flowed out and gathered in a small stream on the ground.Xue Yang wiped the blood from the sword on the robe of one of them, and stepped out stepping on the blood all over the place.

He ran all the way to the gate of Lianhuawu, and saw two disciples of the Wen family guarding the gate.

Xue Yang climbed onto a remote roof from a side door, and looked into the courtyard from the corner shaded by a big tree. There were bloodstains on the walls, pillars, and the ground, and there were knife marks and sword marks everywhere. There was no corpse in the empty room. , only a few disciples of the Wen family were sprinkling water on the ground to remove the blood.

The lotus flowers planted outside the corridor were still swaying in the wind, and the blood-stained silver bells under the eaves made crisp sounds in the wind. Everything seemed to be the same as when Xue Yang left, but things were different, and the blood of the old man was left all over the place.

Xue Yang clenched his fists, clenched his teeth, pulled out his disaster, and flew into the courtyard. With his swords in his hands, he killed those disciples who were sweeping.

Immediately, a disciple of the Wen family who heard the sound ran out from behind to check, and saw that the person who came was Xue Yang, and even killed several fellow disciples, he hurriedly shouted: "It's Xue Yang, come here! It's Xue Yang, grab Xue Yang!" foreign!"

After a while, more people from Wen's family ran over from the corridor.

As soon as Xue Yang heard the sound of footsteps, he knew that there were many people coming, and he was outnumbered, so he jumped onto the eaves and ran out of the door.

Dozens of disciples of the Wen family came after them with their swords in hand, following behind persistently, with the intention of swearing not to give up until Xue Yang was captured.

The weather was gloomy that day, with gusts of cold wind blowing, and after a burst of lightning and thunder, there was a downpour of rain in an instant.

Xue Yang was completely drenched, and it was difficult to use talisman seals in the rain, so he had to run for a while with the disaster relief shield. On the way, he also grabbed a few innocent passers-by and pushed them towards the chasing group of people, so as to trip them up. pace.

After finally turning a few remote corners and narrowly avoiding the pursuers, Xue Yang leaned against a wall and gasped for breath.

Reaching out his hand to wipe off the rainwater that was continuously flowing on his face, Xue Yang closed his eyes and suppressed the anxiety in his heart.

Where are you, Wei Wuxian?Are you in Yunmeng, or have you already escaped?

The icy rain hit his face, and it also chilled Xue Yang's heart.The rain seemed to be falling from the sky, and the turbulent force splashed a layer of misty mist on the ground. Xue Yang was the only one left in this deserted alley at the moment, but there was no trace of rejoicing about his survival after the catastrophe, and some were just bewildered Anxiety and worry.

After making sure that all the Wen family members who came to arrest him had gone far away, Xue Yang walked along the streets and alleys in the rain to find them.

The rain blocked his sight, he couldn't see the surrounding things clearly, and there were no pedestrians on the road. Xue Yang stumbled and walked on the not-so-wide street, and whenever he saw someone, he asked, "Have you seen Wei Wuxian?"

If the person shakes his head, push him away and continue to look for it.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, pouring in from Xue Yang's eyes, ears, mouth and nose. The choking feeling of suffocation was like a huge hand pinching Xue Yang's throat. After the aching heart recovered a little bit, he took another step forward.

Feeling the throbbing pain in his chest, Xue Yang never knew that his heart would hurt so much because of one person. He even suspected that Wei Wuxian had put a spell on his heart, which made him feel so painful. He vomited blood, but he couldn't vomit anything, leaving only pure pain lingering in his heart.

Xue Yang searched for a long time, searching almost every street and alley here, during which time he almost bumped into the disciple of the Wen family who came to arrest him, and hid in a corner for a long while before bending over and squatting down with his hands on his heart, his face was wet. Can't tell if it's rain or tears.

"Wei Wuxian, where are you?"

After Xue Yang searched Yunmeng carefully, he still couldn't find anyone, and the consonance on his wrist didn't respond. After thinking about it, he always felt that Wei Wuxian should have escaped, so he walked along Yunmeng, Find people along the way.

When Xue Yang found Yiling, he happened to catch a glimpse of Wang Lingjiao wandering around with two Wen's servants in the market, with a cold smile on his chapped lips.

Xue Yang followed behind Wang Lingjiao without a trace, watching her writhing and coquettishly walking on the street, visiting small shops one after another, and handing the things she bought to the two people behind her.When the three of them turned a corner and entered a sparsely populated alley, Xue Yang flew forward and swung his sword, and the two servants fell to the ground with their throats slit.

Wang Lingjiao turned her head and her face turned pale with fright. She was about to scream loudly when Xue Yang stabbed her left shoulder with a sword. His bright eyes flashed with cruelty: "Don't shout, or I'll cut off your tongue."

Wang Lingjiao was so frightened by the murderous intent in his eyes that she forgot the pain, nodded desperately and said: "I won't shout, I won't shout... Mr. Xue, spare your life, spare your life!"

Xue Yang approached slowly, and the sword in his hand went deep into the flesh again: "Where is Wei Wuxian?"

"I, I don't know!" Tears welled up in Wang Lingjiao's eyes, her makeup was all messed up, her body trembling like a sieve, and she said, "I've been staying here, I've never been anywhere, I don't know anything... I really didn't do anything, I beg Mr. Xue to spare my life..."

What a smart person Xue Yang was, she could hear the clues just by saying a few words, she grinned ferociously, and the tip of the sword pierced her thin shoulder a little further, "I didn't do anything, Then why are you explaining in such a panic?" Pulling the sword out a little more lightly and slowly, Wang Lingjiao only felt that she was not far from death, so she stopped and asked, "I'll ask you one last time, Wei Wu Where is Xian? If you don’t tell me, I’ll slash your face, strip you and stab a hundred holes and hang it on the city gate.”

Wang Lingjiao was so frightened that she wanted to cry, but also frightened by Xue Yang's murderous aura, the wound on her left shoulder continued to bleed, and the fear of dying made her unable to hold back and said loudly: "I say, I say, I don't care about anything. Said...Wei Wuxian was thrown into the Yiling Mass Burial Mound by the Second Young Master Wen, they just left, you might be able to catch up with Yujian..."

Xue Yang's heart almost stopped beating.

Yiling Mass Burial Mound is famous all over the world, but who doesn't know it?There are countless unclaimed corpses piled up there, whether they are monks of the Xianmen or ordinary people, as long as no one cares about them, they will be thrown there. Over time, the yin will be extremely heavy, and the ghosts will be full of resentment. The middleman Yujian had to make a detour when passing by, and no one dared to approach him within a hundred miles.Now if people are thrown in there, let alone come out, it is unknown whether they can survive.

Xue Yang's fingers trembled violently, his eye sockets were bloodshot and red, and his face turned pale in an instant.

Wang Lingjiao raised her eyes cautiously, and the last thing she saw was a tear streaming from Xue Yang's eyes, thinking that such a villain would cry?Immediately, his vision was blocked by the blood mist sprayed from his neck, and he tilted his body to the corner of the wall, losing his breath.

The author has something to say: Here we come, the next development of the plot is my original intention of writing this article.