After the Failed Assassination[Transmigration Book]

They also planned to go back to the inn. Xia Zhiming was locked in the room by the two of them, because he was frizzy and impulsive. Hearing that he was going to besiege Chu You, he was even more eager for revenge. The two were afraid that he would not look at the situation. He rushed out to die rashly, and let him stay in the house to watch the children.

That child is of course Huaxia.When Suzaku burned Ruanjinsan in the corridor before, Huaxia hid under the bed, and no one reminded him, he didn't pay attention, and sucked in a lot of Ruanjinsan, and since then he has been paralyzed on the ground and cannot move.

Before Zhang Yun left, he moved him to the bed, and he stared at Xia Zhiming. You looked at me, and I looked at you. Hearing the screams outside for a while, and the house collapsed for a while, he didn't know What is it like.

Later, Xia Zhiming confessed his dark heart to him for some unknown reason, Xia Zhiming said: "I'm not afraid to tell you, in fact, the reason why I insist on staying with Master Ruan is for a purpose."

Hua Xia asked, "What purpose?"

Xia Zhiming said, "I want to assassinate him."

Flower: "?"

Xia Zhiming said: "Because I didn't believe what he said at first, and I didn't even believe that there was such a person as Chu You. I thought it was just an excuse he made to cover up the heinous crimes he committed... I thought it was He destroyed the Scorching Blossom Gate."

Xia Zhiming said: "Although everyone knows that he has been lying on the bed for half a year, it is not certain that he was injured by our family members. Even if I went to Qinglang Lake and saw the knife wounds on the remains of the family members, I would not I can't figure out whether it is a knife wound or a sword wound, I thought it was the guardian beside him..."

Huaxia didn't know what to say, so she could only say, "You seem to be thinking very logically..."

Xia Zhiming continued: "It wasn't until I heard him talking to that girl today that I realized that what he said might be true... Then, I just saw Chu You fighting with that birdman on the tower, and I finally realized Believe it all."

Hua Xia: "Oh, so?"

Xia Zhiming said embarrassingly: "Actually, I wanted to ambush him and take advantage of the opportunity to stab him when he was fighting with others. Fortunately, I didn't stab him. I'm really a villain. He is really a good person. I'm sorry for him."

"..."

Ruan Yanjun and Zhang Yun stood outside the door, you look at me, I look at you.The two of them stood here for a while. They wanted to go in, but they accidentally heard that Xia Zhiming seemed to be revealing some secret, so they couldn't help but secretly listened.

After listening, Ruan Yanjun's mood plummeted.

He can't help but question his life so far - why does everyone around him want to kill him?Is he such a failure in life?

Zhang Yun patted him on the shoulder, but he couldn't say anything, and comforted him: "You are really a good person, really, you see what everyone says, can I still lie to you?"

Ruan Yanjun glanced at him with a complicated expression, and finally kicked the door open without saying anything.

The floor of the whole floor trembled three times, and the door slammed open, hitting the wall with a loud "bang".

Xia Zhiming was startled, and turned to look at them.

Ruan Yanjun frowned, with a hint of anger on his face, and said, "Xia Zhiming, I'll give you a chance to get out of my room within three beeps. If you're a step slower, don't blame my ruthless subordinates. One."

Xia Zhiming rushed out, the sound of hurried footsteps quickly disappeared at the end of the stairs, Ruan Yanjun sneered, thinking, this fool finally got a wink today, and he ran quite fast.

Zhang Yun's expression was subtle, he stood silently by the side and didn't dare to say anything, it was the first time he encountered Ruan Yanjun losing his temper in front of him, so he was a little timid.

Without saying a word, Ruan Yanjun walked to the edge of the bed, sat down, kicked off his boots, tore off his coat, pushed the boy lying in the middle of the bed gently, and lay down himself.

As a result, the place on the bed was fully occupied by them, one big and one small, leaving no room for Zhang Yun.

Zhang Yun looked at him and had no choice but to get under the bed and lie down.

This weird atmosphere reminded Zhang Yun of the student dormitory for no reason. It seemed that it was very suitable for night talk at the moment, but the atmosphere was inexplicably dignified. Everyone had their own concerns, and no one spoke first to break the silence.

Huaxia suddenly asked: "Master, are you angry?"

He was obviously asking about Xia Zhiming.Ruan Yanjun let out a "hmm", and Huaxia said, "I also think this person's brain has a hole in his head, so let's just think about this kind of thing in his heart, why should he say it."

"..."

Ruan Yanjun didn't know how to answer, so he simply remained silent.But Zhang Yun felt that he had been shot by an arrow in his knee. Wasn't his cheap apprentice really insinuating?Doesn't it sound like scolding him no matter what?

Huaxia said: "Actually, I didn't understand at first. What did he want to say to me? I don't know him well. Is it really good to tell the secret to someone who has just known him for less than a day? But I thought about it , maybe it was because he was not familiar with him, so he told me these things."

"What do you think..." Ruan Yanjun paused, "Why did he say this?"

Huaxia thought for a while and said, "Repent."

Ruan Yanjun said, "Repent?"

Huaxia shook his head. After such a long time, he finally felt that his hands and feet could move again. He stretched long, turned over and faced Ruan Yanjun, and said, "People like to repent, so you can make yourself Transfer the pressure in your heart to others."

Zhang Yun couldn't help interjecting: "Hey, it's a bit too much to say that."

Ruan Yanjun didn't move, glanced at the bottom of the bed, and asked, "Isn't it?"

In the darkness, Zhang Yun shook his head, leaning sideways on his arm, wanting to sleep but unable to.

No one spoke anymore, and the air became silent again.Zhang Yun tossed and turned for a while, and suddenly remembered that tomorrow is the Qingping Flower Festival, but the town suddenly suffered such a calamity, and I don't know if the flower festival will be held as scheduled.

For some reason, he suddenly wanted to see flowers with Ruan Yanjun.

This sudden thought startled him, Zhang Yun touched his face, how could he be thinking about this?

Not to mention that the idea of ​​being gay is gay, but they have just experienced a big war, so many people died, even if he didn't know those people, it was inevitable that things would hurt them, a dull feeling was always lingering in his heart, so uncomfortable Carefree, difficult to relieve because it is difficult to share with others.He was haunted and disturbed by it, but at the same time, he was thinking about going to the flower festival tomorrow, it was really... so nonsensical, unbelievably absurd.

In fact, it is not surprising that he has such an idea, because death and flowers always appear together. When people are entangled by the shadow of death, they often want to catch something alive more urgently, whether it is a flower, a lover or a lover. Whether it is a child, always put these few things in front of the hospital bed, so as to confirm that his life is still alive, and draw a little firefly candlelight from there. Only in this way, it seems that he has not been abandoned by the world.

Zhang Yun thought about looking at the flowers over and over again, this weird thought went round and round in his mind, and he couldn't get rid of it.He wanted to go to see flowers with Ruan Yanjun, but he didn't know if the other party would like to, and he wanted to ask a question, but he couldn't ask.

He felt uneasy and embarrassed, but he really wanted to ask.

So he plucked up his courage and asked softly: "Tomorrow, the flower festival... If there is another flower festival, let's go to see it together?"

Facing his inquiry, Ruan Yanjun just rejected him coldly: "I'm not in the mood."

"Oh." Zhang Yun replied sullenly.

In the early morning of the next day, all sects and sects in Jianghu got the news, and sent people over to help collect the corpse, and to find out if there were any disciples in the corpse.

Someone was shocked: "Why are there chicken wings on the battlefield?"

The person next to him said: "It is so big, it should be a goose."

Zhang Yun: "All right, please stop shouting, that's Suzaku."

"Oh, no wonder it's so big, is it delicious?"

"..." Zhang Yun said, "Delicious is delicious, but do you really want to eat it?"

Of course, the person who asked the question was just asking casually, after all, no one wants to pick food from the dead.After they counted the bodies, they burned Suzaku along with the rest of the unclaimed bodies, billowing smoke into the sky.

There are still mottled bloodstains on the ground, and the fear and unwillingness of more than a thousand dead souls turned into a pang of resentment, lingering in the air.

Someone said: "Help me, let's cleanse this place, otherwise I'm afraid I will attract evil spirits."

The others nodded one after another, and each sacrificed their magic tools, the way of doing the magic, the chanting of the mantra, the chanting of the scriptures, some people were groaning indiscriminately, but no one could hear it anyway.

There were also some people who found their relatives and friends among the corpses, and sat by and wept bitterly. No one bothered them, and no one stepped forward to comfort them.

People with poor cultivation, even if they are killed, are just a number, or they don’t even count as numbers. When people bring up this battle after dinner, they will only understate it, or say "1000 people died", of course, it is not true. Not exactly a thousand people, many of whom are rounded off as fractions that can be erased from the number.

The heads of some sects came to the scene in person after hearing the news, and after finishing the matter, they surrounded Ruan Yanjun and whispered.

With such a heaven-defying existence like Chu You, blood would flow like a river whenever he made a move. How could anyone dare to provoke him?However, such a terrifying figure was killed by Ruan Yanjun and his subordinates. They were both respectful and awe-inspiring. In the final analysis, they were mostly afraid.

Those who had an enmity with Qiu Hetang in the past felt even more complicated in their hearts. Seeking revenge is no longer necessary. Even if they are unwilling, what they are planning now is how to repair their relationship with this enemy, so as to avoid suffering from it in the future.

Someone proposed marriage to Ruan Yanjun on the spot: "I have a niece in my family who is just fifteen years old, and she is very beautiful..."

Before he could finish speaking, Ruan Yanjun interrupted with a wave of his hand, and refused straight away: "No."

Seeing this, someone from the side also leaned over: "I have a nephew who just turned 17 this year, he is smart and smart, and the tree is facing the wind..."

Ruan Yanjun frowned, wondering if this group of people couldn't understand the winks?Isn't it obvious enough that he refuses?

He felt that there was no place to vent his depression in his chest, so he casually pointed to the distance and asked, "How is it compared to him?"

The man was stunned for a while, not knowing how to answer, and unconsciously groaned: "Ah..."

Ruan Yanjun repeated impatiently: "How is it compared to him?"

The man's face was embarrassing, and he didn't dare to answer.Of course his nephew is also a good-looking talent, but the one Ruan Yanjun refers to has a special status. If he says that his nephew is better than that one, wouldn't it be cutting Ruan Yanjun's face?This kind of proposition can't be answered indiscriminately.

After thinking for a while, he said: "Hey, Hall Master Ruan, you are like the sun in the sky, and your guardian is naturally the bright moon, which can't be compared with a little boy with yellow hair. Cultivate, in the future..."

Ruan Yanjun interrupted lightly: "Since you know you can't compare, then you don't need to say it."

The man was taken aback for another moment, his face turned blue when he realized it, and he replied indiscriminately, "Ah... ah. Yes, yes."

Among the monks responsible for purifying resentment, someone interrupted the practice, looked up, frowned and asked, "Why can't it be purified? What's causing the trouble?"