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"Qing Huan..."

The silver scimitar reflected the indifferent eyes of the woman covered in black veil.

"Qing Huan, let's do it again, shall we? I regret it..." The man whose chest had been cut open by the machete gasped and took another step closer, with persistent pain in his eyes, "I was wrong, Qing Huan, I was wrong , you come back."

Mu Qinghuan let go of the scimitar and took a step back, avoiding the approach of the man, his eyes were condensed like a piece of ice, "Gu Junyuan, the Mu Qinghuan who loved you is dead, he was stabbed in the heart by you 17 years ago It hurts to death with the knife."

"Qing Huan, I was wrong... I've already regretted it." Gu Junyuan stretched out his hand to Mu Qinghuan, and the blood on that hand dripped down his fingertips, "Come back."

"Gu Junyuan, in this world, is there anything that can be repeated?" Mu Qinghuan lowered her head and looked down at the man who was grabbing the corner of her skirt, but no tears fell from her eyes, "In 17 years, my tears were all I've run out, my love has run out, and I'm coming to you now because I only have hatred for you."

Gu Junyuan was startled when he heard that, and then he couldn't stop laughing, and tears flowed down his face.

Mu Qinghuan bent down, and stretched out a hand to remove the black veil on her face, revealing the scar that ran through most of her face, "See, this is what you left for me."

Gu Junyuan was trembling all over, and reached out to hold Mu Qinghuan's hand that was about to put on the veil, deep pain appeared on his increasingly pale face, "Qinghuan, I am the one who is sorry for you, now I know I was wrong, you come back , are you coming back?"

Mu Qinghuan stared at him for a moment without moving her hands, just smiled suddenly.

That smile made Gu Junyuan feel a chill in his heart.

"We can't go back, and I don't want to go back." Mu Qinghuan raised her slender eyebrows slightly, with a bit of sarcasm.

Gu Junyuan opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything.

"17 years, Gu Junyuan! I have loved you for eight years and hated you for 17 years!" Mu Qinghuan's palm touched Gu Junyuan's chest that was still beating, and then fastened it tightly. The sharp nails went deep into the place where the machete cut Flesh and Flesh, "Now I'm too lazy to waste any more feelings for you, so I'm here."

The pain was so sharp that Gu Junyuan couldn't help convulsing.But he didn't avoid it, this is what he owed her.

Five fingers bent into claws, inserted into the warm flesh and blood.No more hesitation, no more hesitation.

Tears from the corners of Gu Junyuan's eyes slid down his gray temples, and his whole body trembled from the severe pain.

Mu Qinghuan's fingertips submerged in flesh and blood touched a bulging piece of meat, and Gu Junyuan struggled like a dying fish in the hot oil pan, hissing sound from his throat.He grabbed Mu Qinghuan's hand, tears welled up in his brown eyes, "In the next life, in the next life, I will definitely live up to you."

Displeased with being interrupted, Mu Qinghuan looked at him coldly, "In the next life, I will never meet you again."

Gu Junyuan slowly let go of his hand, the tears finally rolled down from his eyes.

Mu Qinghuan spread her five fingers and grabbed the piece of meat and pulled it out. Gu Junyuan panted heavily, but did not make any resistance. The expression on his face was more despair than pain.

Stretching out his hand and pulling it violently, the heart that was supposed to warm the human body in the chest was pulled out with his hand, and the bright red blood dripped down along Mu Qinghuan's finger gap.

Gu Junyuan maintained the posture before he died, and his heartless body was still convulsing unconsciously.Mu Qinghuan stretched his long sleeves, and the cold sword light flowed out, and the head, which had lost connection with the body, rolled down to Mu Qinghuan's feet.

The man pushing the wheelchair behind Mu Qinghuan took a step forward, bent down, picked up the cloud-like black hair on the head, and put it together with the piece of meat in Mu Qinghuan's hand into a sandalwood bag. Carved wood in chiseled wooden box.

"Click." The lock cylinder snapped.Mu Qinghuan stretched out his hand, and the man handed the box to him.

Mu Qinghuan hugged the box and closed her eyes, "Let's go."

The man walked up behind her, pushed the wheelchair and led her out the door.

The fire that broke out behind him for unknown reasons engulfed the mansion that had been slaughtered, and the hot tongue burned everything...

Deserted tombs.Unknown Monument.

Mu Qinghuan bent over and put the wooden box in his hand in front of a stone tablet, "Master, the unfilial disciple Mu Qinghuan has come to see you."

The nameless little flowers on the barren tomb were all over the mound, Mu Qinghuan looked at those flowers steadily, and the past of the years came to mind again.

"Qing Huan has been living in this world for another 17 years. She just thinks about what to do, and then I will go to see the master. The master will be kind enough to see Qing Huan." On the stele, tears that had not been shed for a long time slid down her cheeks again.

After a long time, Mu Qinghuan straightened up.

"Aunt Mu." The masked man standing behind her handed over a silk scarf.

Mu Qinghuan didn't reach out to pick it up, "It's nothing. Let's go back."

The man behind him responded and pushed Mu Qinghuan away.

In the vast underground palace, the Yazi engraved on the thick stone wall watched all the people who walked in here.

Eternal lanterns hang on the walls, illuminating the murals of flying saints holding lanterns and dancing.

The man pushed Mu Qinghuan down the corridor, and the believers in white knelt down to greet her.

The man pushed Mu Qinghuan onto the high platform carved with white marble.

The congregation prostrate on the ground shouted, "See the leader!"

Mu Qinghuan's eyes were cold, "My Tianyin Sacred Cult has moved westward on a large scale since it was wiped out by the righteous way of the rivers and lakes. In the vast yellow sand of the westerly wind for thousands of miles, there are countless bones that have not been buried. Today, my Tianyin Sacred Cult is determined to return to the Central Plains." , will definitely stand on top of the martial arts in the Central Plains!"

When the sound fell, there were countless responders.

Mu Qinghuan took the hand of the man behind him, and brought him in front of her, "This is my old friend, and now he is in charge of all the big and small things in the Tianyin Sect for me. Anyone who disobeys the order will be killed!"

"Aunt Mu!" The man didn't seem to expect Mu Qinghuan to say such words.

"Han'er, I watched you grow up. Although you are not my own flesh and blood, you are a dear relative." Mu Qinghuan took out a seal from her bosom and handed it to him, "My son is missing so much now. How can this huge Tianyin Sacred Cult be entrusted to outsiders?"

"Aunt Mu..." The man clenched the token in his hand.

Mu Qinghuan smiled at him through the veil, her eyes were as gentle as a loving elder, then she turned around and said to the congregation kneeling at her feet, "The Tianyin Sect has reappeared in the martial arts world, you must remember that now your leader's The name is Fang Bihan! It's not me who is a sinner."

"Aunt Mu." The green-eyed man called softly.

Mu Qinghuan pulled out a scimitar from the stone wall at his feet, and handed it to him, "Han'er, I'm already tired of these countless disputes, and I just want to stay here in Mobei to accompany my master, my sister, and the others, but Zhong Yuan I have to avenge the martial arts blood feud! Would you like to fight for me?"

Seemingly knowing what this scimitar symbolized, Fang Bihan knelt down on one knee, took the scimitar with both hands, "Willing to fight!"

Mu Qinghuan turned her head down, "You all step back."

The congregation answered yes, and filed out of the hall.

A piece of white gauze hung down from the high platform, separating the two from the main hall.

Seeing everyone leaving, Mu Qinghuan raised his eyes to look at Mu Liyuan, with a bit of relief and nostalgia in his eyes, "I don't know how Su Yu is doing now, if you see him, remember to ask him good voice."

Fang Bihan nodded.

"You are very talented. I will teach you and Tianyin the exercises, and you are better than blue." Mu Qinghuan flipped his sleeve, and a copy of the secret book of exercises was handed to Fang Bihan, " This "Nine Perfections of Qingyue" is my Tianyin Sect's secret method, you study it carefully, if you don't understand, you can ask me at any time."

Fang Bihan nodded in response.

"My son..." Mu Qinghuan finally couldn't help asking, "How is he now?"

Fang Bihan bent his lips and smiled, "Li Yuan is fine."

"It's also thanks to Su Yu these years." Mu Qinghuan seemed to recall the old days, showing a smile that he hadn't shown for a long time, "You all must remember his kindness."

"It's natural." Fang Bihan lowered his eyes, and a cold smile flashed across his green eyes, "I will never forget his kindness to me."

Mu Qinghuan, who didn't notice anything strange at all, was worried again, "Tianyin Sect's reputation has always been bad in the martial arts world. Now you are in charge of the teaching affairs for me, I'm afraid it will be unsafe."

"In this world, I am only grateful for the kindness of one person, and the rest have nothing to do with me." Fang Bihan's words were quite stern.

Mu Qinghuan was startled for a moment, and then reached out to hold Fang Bihan's hand, "Han'er, it's the best if you can think this way. Life is short for tens of years, and the distinction between good and evil is insignificant. Those who claim to be righteous People in the world have slaughtered my Tianyin sect, and now I want their blood debt to pay!"

"Don't worry, Aunt Mu, Han'er will help you realize your wish." Fang Bihan replied.

Mu Qinghuan nodded, "In half a month, you can start your journey."

Fang Bihan nodded, "Yes."

"Do you still remember the names of those righteous martial arts back then?" Mu Qinghuan asked.

Fang Bihan pulled his lips into a smile, and the lips exposed outside the mask turned up into a sharp arc, "Nine sects, 470 people, except for Gu Junyuan who has been exterminated, there is still 470 people alive."

There was deep hatred in Mu Qinghuan's eyes, and the hand on the armrest was about to snap off, "I want them all to use their lives to pay for the blood debt I, Tianyin, made 20 years ago...not one of them will be left!"

The author has something to say: I finally got to use the dog-blood demon leader. . . . .