Chapter 57 Demon Cult White Moonlight 12 A Good Dog Doesn't Block the Road

The air in the hall was filled with the scent of sandalwood. Wen Su closed his eyes and pondered for a long time.

"Yan'er, what do you mean by Ziwei Pavilion?"

Wen Yan walked out of the inner hall and said, "My son is stupid and doesn't dare to speak nonsense."

Wen Su still closed her eyes: "Just say it."

Wen Yan pondered for a moment. "Ziwei Pavilion has always been on good terms with our Piaomiao Peak. Father, you and Sect Leader He also have a very close personal relationship. It's just that Sect Leader He seems to have become a bit arrogant in recent years..."

He didn't finish his words, but Wen Su understood what he meant.

Nowadays, Ziwei Pavilion is indeed the most respected sect in the martial arts world. However, the five major sects are originally on equal footing and help each other, but Ziwei Pavilion has repeatedly tried to dominate the other sects.

Wen Su casually opened the brocade box, and inside was a brick and a letter. Wen Yan presented the letter to his father.

The letter was written by He Wenqing, and the content was nothing more than that Dengtian Pavilion was robbed, and he asked Piaomiao Peak to use their own magic to help track down the thief.

In recent years, the two factions have had frequent exchanges, and have dealt with and covered up many things between them. If this letter had been placed in the past, it would not have been a big deal.

But now the bodies of the disciples killed in Piaomiao Peak are still warm, and Ziwei Pavilion has not only delayed giving an explanation, but also pretended as if nothing had happened and came to me, asking me to do a small task of catching a thief for them. Isn't it too much of a disregard for Piaomiao Peak?

Wen Yan helped his father to his feet. Wen Su sighed softly, "Brother He has been sitting at the top of the martial arts world for too long. It's lonely up there."

"It's been a long time since the martial arts world has measured the strength of each faction. It's time to re-examine those old things, Yan'er, don't you think?"

Wen Yan smiled knowingly: "Father is right, son understands."

*

The wing rooms prepared for the guests at Piaomiao Peak were located on a mountain in the south. Ning Huaiqing had just put down his bag when there was a knock on the door.

Ning Huaixiu was standing outside the door. He looked very tired and his face was expressionless.

Ning Huaiqing asked him, "What's wrong?"

"Cousin Qin has woken up and wants to see you." Ning Huaixiu said calmly.

Ning Huaiqing nodded: "Okay, I'll go right away, Huaixiu, you..."

Ning Huaixiu left without looking back, and no matter how Ning Huaiqing called him from behind, he did not pause for a moment.

Ning Huaiqing stood there in a daze for a moment, feeling a little lost.

The two of them have been playing and studying together since they were young, and have done everything together. Ning Huaixiu is lively and talkative, but the two of them can be together all day without getting bored, and their relationship is as close as that of brothers.

But since when, a thick barrier has been built between the two of them.

“Knock knock knock—”

Ning Huaiqing quickly arrived in front of Sui Qin's room, and a weak voice came from inside: "Who is it?"

Ning Huaiqing slowed his voice, trying his best to sound like a reliable brother: "It's me, Ning Huaiqing."

"Cousin!" The voice seemed surprised and happy, and instantly became lively. "Why are you here?"

Ning Huaiqing stood outside the door: "Huaixiu said you wanted to see me."

Sui Qin paused, thinking for a moment, and then remembered what she had said before: "Yes... I asked my cousin Huaixiu to find you, right..."

Ning Huaiqing listened patiently, and waited until she finished before saying, "Can I come in now?"

"Of course!" Sui Qin spoke subconsciously, then shook her head repeatedly, "No, no, no, cousin, wait a minute, I, I..."

Her emotions became uncontrollably agitated again, and her speech began to become incoherent and repetitive.

The doctor said earlier that this was a disease left over from the years of living outside and being bullied, and there was no cure.

But Ning Huaiqing didn't want to give up. Instead of sending Sui Qin back to Linfeng Villa directly, he brought her to Piaomiao Peak.

His uncle and aunt had been so kind to him in the past, he would definitely take good care of their only daughter.

Hearing the unusual noises in the room, Ning Huaiqing quickly comforted him: "Okay! I won't come in now, don't worry, take your time."

The noise in the room gradually died down. After a moment, Sui Qin straightened her appearance in front of the bronze mirror and said nervously, "Cousin, you can come in."

Ning Huaiqing pushed the door open and saw Sui Qin sitting in front of the mirror, her skinny and pale hands folded in her legs. She looked emaciated, but there was a lively light in her eyes as she looked at him.

"Cousin." She spoke softly with a shy smile, and for a moment she looked like the little girl who always followed him.

Ning Huaiqing slowly approached and squatted in front of her: "You look much better today."

Sui Qin touched her face, lowered her head and smiled: "I just put on some rouge."

Ning Huaiqing patted her head and praised: "It looks very beautiful."

Sui Qin pursed her lips and looked even happier.

Ning Huaiqing looked at her and suddenly didn't know what to say.

He spent very little time with his cousin, and his understanding of her was limited to some things from their childhood.

He didn't dare mention the five years they had been separated, for fear of touching her heart and aggravating her condition.

Ning Huaiqing lowered her eyes, considering how to talk to Sui Qin, but she took the initiative to speak: "Cousin, I called you here today to tell you that I still remember some of the things that happened back then..."

Her expression became visibly tense, and her hands unconsciously clutched her dress tightly. Every word she spoke was filled with immense courage:

"Cousin Huaixiu said that you have been investigating the truth of what happened back then. The entire Feihong Sect was destroyed overnight... and I am the only one left alive..."

"I owe it to my parents, my uncles, and everyone in the sect to find out the truth and comfort their souls in heaven."

Sui Qin was already in tears before she finished speaking.

Ning Huaiqing was suddenly speechless, and for the first time he had a new understanding of this weak cousin in front of him.

He remembered what the doctor said, that Sui Qin looked weak, but in fact she was a person of strength on the inside. If not, after so many years of torture, she would have committed suicide long ago and would definitely not have survived until today.

Ning Huaiqing held her trembling shoulders and said seriously and firmly: "If my uncle and aunt knew about this, they would definitely be happy for my cousin."

"I, Ning Huaiqing, swear hereby that I will find the murderer who harmed the Feihong Sect and make him pay the price he deserves to repay his blood debt."

*

Two days later, it was Wen Su's birthday.

All the martial arts sects with some respectability have arrived, and there are many masters among them.

It is quite common for masters to compete with each other when they meet, but considering that it is Sect Leader Wen's birthday and the event is on Piao Miao Peak, everyone is restrained and knows when to stop.

Unexpectedly, after hearing about this, the headmaster ordered his disciples to announce that all knights can fight freely today, as long as they are careful not to damage the harmony.

After hearing this, everyone praised Master Wen for his magnanimous demeanor.

The birthday banquet was held after dusk. Ali was bored staying in the house and had no intention of fighting with anyone, so he went out and found a pavilion.

Just as he sat down, Zhou Miaoqin appeared out of nowhere and sat next to A-Li: "Senior Sister Mu, don't you think that the people on Piaomiao Peak are weird?"

Ah Li took off the Frost Condensation Sword and asked, "What's so strange about it?"

Zhou Miaoqin looked around, feeling depressed. "Those disciples from Piaomiao Peak are very strange. They looked at us as if we were enemies. Some of them even put their hands on their swords as soon as they saw me, as if they were going to draw their swords and chop me down at any moment..."

She shrank her neck and asked, "Are all the disciples of Piaomiao Peak so belligerent?"

Ali was listening intently, and suddenly looked at her: "Where's Yan Feng?"

"Yan Feng?" Zhou Miaoqin thought for a moment. "I saw him talking to Miss Qin this morning, but he disappeared after that."

Yan Feng and Duan Yiwan?

This is interesting.

Zhou Miaoqin brushed away the fallen leaves on the table. "This Junior Brother Yan is really strange. He's always elusive along the way. He's a new disciple and he's coming down the mountain for the first time, yet he's so fearless."

"Junior Brother Yan was already a man of the world before he became my disciple, so naturally he is not afraid." Ali said.

"I see," Weekend nodded, still worried, "Senior Sister Mu, Piaomiao Peak's attitude is truly unusual. Should we write a letter to our Master?"

Ali pondered for a moment and shook his head. "Not to mention that we have to return tomorrow. It won't be too late to report it after we get back. We are currently in Piaomiao Peak. Such actions will inevitably arouse people's suspicions, which would be bad."

"Before we left the mountain, the headmaster had already prepared to go into seclusion. The affairs of the sect are now being managed by several elders. They haven't sent any messages, so I guess nothing major has happened."

Zhou Miaoqin was completely convinced by Ali's words and no longer thought about this annoying matter. She just hoped that tonight's dinner could go smoothly so that she could set off back to Ziwei Pavilion tomorrow.

Unfortunately, the tree wanted to be still but the wind did not stop. Three or five disciples from Piaomiao Peak came from a distance and surrounded the small pavilion in an instant.

Zhou Miaoqin looked at Ali with a stiff body. She was still sitting there calmly, without any sign of nervousness.

Zhou Miaoqin took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down: "Are you guys looking for us?"

The leading disciple sneered, "Of course I'm looking for you two."

Zhou Miaoqin glanced at Ali, who showed no reaction, and asked, "What do you want to talk to us about?"

Several disciples in front of him suddenly burst into laughter, pushing and shoving each other, making a mess.

"She actually asked us what we were doing? Hahahahaha!"

“That’s unheard of!”

"Hurry up and tell her what we are doing!"

Zhou Miaoqin felt horrified when she heard this and wanted to retreat to her room immediately.

The leader finally stopped laughing and leaned over, staring at Ali provocatively: "A murderer actually asks the person seeking revenge why he came? Miss, don't you think this is ridiculous?"

Ali didn't say anything, but just stood up slowly. However, several disciples subconsciously took a step back.

She stood in the pavilion, her clothes were as white as snow, her eyebrows and eyes were like paintings, but there was a layer of thin frost that never melted all year round.

The leader was furious at his own subconscious retreat. Not wanting to be looked down upon by the disciples behind him, he stepped forward to block A-Li's path. "You killed someone and you want to get away with it? The rules of your Ziwei Pavilion are truly unique in the martial arts world."

Ali's eyes were as cold and clear as a pond, without any ripples. She was always looking ahead, and her white fingers hooked.

The leader thought she was going to give in and walked over proudly.

She tilted her head and said in a voice only the two of them could hear, "I wonder if Sect Leader Wen has ever taught you the rule that a good dog doesn't block the road?"

When Ning Huaiqing and the group from Linfeng Villa arrived here, they saw Senior Sister Mu talking to a disciple from Piaomiao Peak.

Then she walked away with a normal expression, but unexpectedly the disciple suddenly looked fierce and attacked Ali from behind with a sword.

Ning Huaiqing was horrified and rushed forward with his sword drawn without thinking: "Senior Sister, be careful!"