Chapter 82 Evil Heretics (4)
Seeing the girl in purple, the players still frowned. The lingering haze in the deserted temple made them afraid of the sunlight.
Shen Hong asked, "Where are those bastards? I'll beat them to death!"
Song Mu was furious, "Mm, I haven't seen the end of those scumbags yet!"
Shui Jing Zhu looked at the young man Jian Shiyuan, who was leaning on a bamboo pole, and said cryptically, "The fact that the sect leader is still alive proves that group of people failed to kill him. As for their fate, the sect leader is still alive. What do you think their fate will be?"
Shui Jing Zhu smiled faintly, "Not everyone gets to have a happy ending. Don't cast your eyes on scumbags; they don't deserve our attention. The Sect Master is in a very bad state right now; he should rest."
It's more than just bad. The young man Jian Shiyuan had a gloomy look on his face. It was obvious that his three views had been overturned and he was still confused.
Shen Hong was puzzled. "Not in good condition? The Sect Master wasn't injured?"
Song Mu noticed something, "Look at him."
Shen Hong heard this and looked at him carefully. The young man before him, Jian Shiyuan, was still smiling, his eyes dull and his mouth curved in the same way. Upon closer inspection, he had a look that the players were unfamiliar with.
There was a hint of teasing at the corner of his mouth, and the corners of his eyes were slightly curled. He looked like a water demon, with a soft and sweet coldness.
Crimson: "Fuck, the leader has turned evil!!!"
Song Mu: "If it were me, after experiencing such a disgusting thing, I would also turn evil."
Shui Jing Zhu sighed inwardly, "I hope this purple-clothed girl is a truly good person."
The clan leader has already reached the edge of the cliff. Just a slight push from outside force will smash him into pieces.
Once he merges into the darkness, with his intelligence and wisdom, the consequences will be disastrous.
They watched the young man Jian Shiyuan. Seeing him "look" at the girl in purple, the corners of his mouth raised slightly. He pointed in a certain direction and said to Ziyi, "Go forward. Yanyun City is just ahead."
Zi Yi thanked him with a smile.
The carriage moved forward, rolled a few times, and then stopped. Zi Yi jumped out of the carriage, the jade hairpin shimmering a beautiful aqua color in the sunlight, and she walked towards the young man Jian Shiyuan.
"Brother, are you going to Yanyun City too? It's on the way, can I give you a ride?"
The young man Jian Shiyuan had not expected her to turn back and wanted to politely decline her offer, but for some reason he agreed and said, "Thank you for your help, young lady."
Zi Yi smiled and reached out to support him, "Just call me Zi Yi. Wan Xiuchao Kaiyuan, all the princes are Zi Yi."
Jian Shiyuan also smiled, a faint smile under the sunlight. He said, "Thank you, Miss Ziyi. My last name is Jian and my given name is Jiu, which means nine."
"It's just a small favor, no need to thank me, this way, Brother Jian."
The two of them entered the carriage, and Song Mu followed suit. Since it was an illusion, and the young man Jian Shiyuan couldn't see him, Song Mu found a corner and squatted there obediently. Shen Hong crawled in and kicked him in the butt, forcing him to move. Under Song Mu's angry glare, he gave up his seat to Shui Jing Zhu.
Shui Jing Zhu began observing the objects inside the carriage as soon as he entered it.
Inside the carriage was a couch with some embroidery thread and fabrics on it. There was a work box, but no scissors.
Shui Jing Zhu frowned.
On this side, Zi Yi saw the young man Jian Shiyuan sitting upright, with his ink-black hair draped behind his shoulders. He wore a simple crown. His fair and delicate skin did not reveal his age, and there was a thin layer of callus on the base of his thumb.
——He is a sword cultivator.
Zi Yi lowered her eyes and looked at the young man Jian Shiyuan's clothes, which were made of ordinary material. Her brows relaxed again.
——He was a poor monk.
As long as a monk lives in poverty, he is generally not a bad person.
Seeing the dull look in the young man Jian Shiyuan's eyes, Zi Yi's brows were filled with a hint of worry. She swiftly took out the soft pillow from the carriage and placed it behind the young man Jian Shiyuan's waist. She then bent down to take the bamboo pole he had placed there and fixed it neatly in a place that was convenient for the young man Jian Shiyuan.
Then, she put all the sharp objects on the couch into the basket, fearing that the young man Jian Shiyuan would bump into something.
Shui Jing Zhu looked at her actions and felt relieved. This woman was definitely not a bad person.
The carriage moves naturally without anyone driving it.
Zi Yi picked up her needle and thread from the couch and slowly continued her work. Perhaps fearing that the young man Jian Shiyuan would be bored and embarrassed, she took the initiative to speak, "Brother Jian, are you staying in Yanyun City temporarily?"
Hearing her words, Shui Jingzhu curled up the corners of his mouth.
Shen Hong also smiled. "She is very smart. The Sect Master gave her directions, so he obviously knew the exact location of Yanyun City. He didn't bring any luggage with him, so he couldn't be a traveler. He must be out of the city on business."
The young man Jian Shiyuan nodded and said, "Yes, I am staying in Yanyun City temporarily. What brings you to Yanyun City? Perhaps I can help you."
Zi Yi smiled and said, "A few days ago, my uncle Wang and I were in danger. To protect me, he led his servants to fight against the demons and gave me a chance to survive. Before leaving, I made an agreement with him that if we escaped, we would come to Yanyun City."
As she spoke, she sighed and said in a low voice, "I don't know whether he is dead or alive."
The young man Jian Shiyuan's smile deepened, and he said casually, "He must be fine."
When the players saw the young man Jian Shiyuan smiling, they felt a pang in their hearts. The master of the sect was in a very good condition at this moment.
He supported himself with his elbows, leaning against the cushions, his long hair sliding down his shoulders, strands hanging lightly, faintly revealing his crimson lips. Sunlight peeked in from the window, shining just right on his face, making his eyes look like glass, clean and clear, with a beautiful texture.
He looked at Zi Yi and asked slowly, "What kind of monster did you encounter that day? Can you tell me in detail? I'm a little curious."
Zi Yi's hands did not stop. She was very skilled in embroidery and could do two things at once. "It's a monster with bat wings, red eyes and a sharp mouth. When it flutters its wings, there's a pungent smell of sulfur."
"They came at me in droves. To protect me, my uncle smeared himself with horse blood and led his servants away. I took the opportunity to escape through a small path and saved my life."
The young man Jian Shiyuan asked again, "You escaped alone?"
Zi Yi thought he was blaming her for running away alone, and her eyes were filled with apology, "This behavior is indeed despicable."
She didn't explain that she was trying to protect the family heritage. There was no point in saying that. No matter what her purpose was, the fact was that she abandoned her companions and fled alone.
The young man Jian Shiyuan thought of something and his smile became even more pronounced. His fingers pressed on the couch, and they looked pale due to the force, except for a cluster of tender pink on the fingertips, which showed a slight blood color.
He then asked, "Were you in danger in an open area?"
Zi Yi paused, thinking for a moment, "We encountered the monster when we passed a small village. The place was relatively open, with mostly farmland and scattered houses."
The young man Jian Shiyuan asked again, "Since monsters are attracted to horse blood, why don't you injure the horses to make them run, lure the monsters away, and then find a chance to escape?"
Zi Yi was stunned, her pupils shrinking slightly. Obviously, she had not expected this.
"us"
She looked at the young man Jian Shiyuan and saw him half leaning on the cushion, his long, inky hair sticking to his shoulders, making him look thin and graceful. His demeanor was calm, and he looked harmless and clean.
"us"
Zi Yi's throat trembled slightly, and her fingers were shaking as well.
Her mind was blank and she couldn't think of a reasonable explanation. She felt like she should speak, but the questions of the young man Jian Shiyuan kept echoing in her ears.
Why didn’t you think of using horses to attract monsters?
Why didn't any of them think of this?!
If they had thought of it at the beginning, could a few more people have died?
Her eyes became moist and she was about to lose her composure.
Sudden!
The carriage jolted, shaking Zi Yi awake. The players saw her silently wiping away tears, but her voice was calm. She asked the young man Jian Shiyuan, "Brother Jian, did the jolting hurt you?"
As she said that, she went to the carriage to look for a cushion, and with tears rolling down her cheeks, she handed the cushion to the young man Jian Shiyuan.
The young man Jian Shiyuan knew she was crying; he could smell her tears. But he said nothing. A fire had once burned in his heart, but his pity and sympathy had burned to ashes, leaving only indifference.
He stretched his left hand out of the window, feeling the touch of the wind, and slowly closed his eyes.
This world is so boring.
Shenhong looked at Ziyi, then at the cushion behind the young man Jian Shiyuan, and sighed, "Miss Ziyi is really kind, she is a good person."
Song Mu also agreed, "Even though she was upset, she thought of the Sect Master first. She didn't dare to cry out loud, probably because she was afraid that the Sect Master would worry."
Shui Jing Zhu sighed, "It's a pity that she is too kind. Such a smart person, but she is unwilling to think the worst of others."
Song Mu didn't understand what she meant and blinked his eyes. Shui Jing Zhu also knew that he didn't have a high IQ, so he patiently explained.
"When the Sect Master asked her if she had escaped alone, he wasn't blaming her for abandoning her companions to escape, but was trying to hint to her that there might be something wrong with Uncle Wang."
"Put yourself in Uncle Wang's shoes. Imagine you were Uncle Wang and a group of monsters were charging towards you. In an open area with no shelter, you could easily be spotted. Would you let a weak girl like Miss Purple escape alone? At least you should arrange a few guards for her, right? If the monsters came back, wouldn't Miss Purple be in dire straits?"
"Servants, the important thing is [they], this means there's more than one cannon fodder. Uncle Wang bravely sacrificed himself to lure away the monster, so why did he take all the servants with him? To collect his own bodies?"
"The funniest thing is smearing horse blood on your body to lure away monsters. I'm dying of laughter. Just stab a horse in the buttocks and let it run away. Wouldn't it run faster than a human? Oh, killing the horse to get its blood. Should I say he took off his pants to fart, or did he do it on purpose?"
"Do you believe that people can be that stupid?"
Shui Jing Zhu sneered, looking at the young man Jian Shiyuan, "The Lord Sect Leader also thought of this, so he reminded Zi Yi. Unfortunately, Zi Yi is too kind and doesn't think the worst of others. Instead, she thinks it was her own stupidity that killed others, and she just cried with sadness. Honestly, I have never seen such a saint as her."
Is she stupid? She is not stupid at all. She can guess the origin of the master and read his words and expressions.
She just doesn't think the worst of others and always speculates about other people's behavior with good intentions.
Song Mu was worried, "This Uncle Wang obviously has a conspiracy. Will he hurt Miss Ziyi?"
Shui Jing Zhu glanced at him and said, "Zi Yi has met the Sect Master, so he should be fine. The Sect Master will not ignore it."
The sect leader is very kind. Even though he has been severely hurt by others, he still can't help but speak out and remind others when he hears there is a problem.
Shui Jing Zhu lowered her eyes and saw the white and slender fingers of the young man Jian Shiyuan. She sighed in her heart and felt a little lost.
This world is constantly exploiting good people. People like the Sect Master have no chance to degenerate and rot. As long as there is one person and one ray of light, he will regain the kindness in his heart and continue to move forward.
Shenhong looked at the young man Jian Shiyuan, and seeing him closing his eyes to rest, he closed his eyes too.
It was not far from Yanyun City. After about a quarter of an hour, the carriage slowly stopped.
Zi Yi jumped out of the car first. She reached out to help the young man Jian Shiyuan. As she lowered her head, the emerald hairpin drew a green mark in the air.
There was already a long queue in front of the city gate, and one had to pay a toll to the guards to enter the city.
The bustling scene, with people wearing coarse linen and embroidered silk, lifted Ziyi's spirits. She tiptoed to gaze at the end of the procession, a look of girlish innocence. The young man, Jian Shiyuan, stood beside her, expressionless and silent.
The two men looked similar in age, but their temperaments were completely different. One was upward-looking, full of vigor and vitality. The other was mired in darkness, silent and repressed.
The players observed that Zi Yi wanted to talk to the young man Jian Shiyuan, but seeing his expressionless face, he kept his mouth shut.
When it was Zi Yi's turn, she also paid Jian Shiyuan's share of the entrance fee. She didn't tell the young man Jian Shiyuan, but just led him forward, "Brother Jian, are you hungry? Let's go get something to eat?"
The young man Jian Shiyuan smiled again, "There's a little shop that has good food. Do you want some noodles?"
Zi Yi smiled and replied, "Eat!"
The two walked through the busy streets and forward. There were vendors hawking their wares along the way. Zi Yi would occasionally lean over to look at the items on the stalls, while the young man Jian Shiyuan lagged behind her and walked behind her.
The girl was parading through the streets, unaware that she was being watched. The players behind them could clearly see that a thief had just tried to steal Zi Yi's jade hairpin, but the young man Jian Shiyuan blocked it with a weak move, and his outstretched hand missed.
The thief glared at the young man Jian Shiyuan fiercely, and the young man Jian Shiyuan seemed to feel it as well, and turned his head slightly, his dull eyes just "looking" at the thief, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.
There was a hint of teasing on the corner of the young man Jian Shiyuan's mouth, as if he had discovered something interesting and dirty. A flash of light flashed across his dull eyes. The noise in the street seemed to suddenly pause, and countless voices were withdrawing.
The players could only hear their own heartbeats. The whole place was silent for a second, and then the sound came again like a tide.
The thief had no idea what he was doing. He opened his mouth stupidly and rushed towards a roadside pillar. With a "bang", he fell on the ground on his back like a turtle, not knowing whether he was dead or alive.
The young man Jian Shiyuan, with lips as red as blood, lowered his head slightly to chat with Zi Yi as if nothing had happened. From the player's perspective, one can appreciate the graceful curve of his profile. His eyelashes were like feathers, casting a shadow.
This time, Shen Hong didn't need Song Mu's reminder, she also noticed that something was wrong with the young man Jian Shiyuan.
"He is the sect leader?"
Shui Jing Zhu frowned, "Fight evil with evil, and violence with violence."
Song Mu was ecstatic, "It should have been like this long ago! A kind horse is ridden by others, and a kind person is bullied by others!"
Shui Jing Zhu stared at the young sect leader in front of him, having something to say but not knowing how to start.
She watched the young man Jian Shiyuan and Zi Yi walk into a noodle shop on the street. The two of them sat casually on the empty chairs, waiting for the boss to come.
The young man Jian Shiyuan was introducing the special features of the store to Ziyi. The boss moved quickly and brought both of their bowls up in just a few breaths.
It was obvious that Zi Yi came from a wealthy family, but she did not dislike the plain noodles in front of her. She grabbed the chopsticks and started eating in big mouthfuls, nodding as she ate, as if to say that it tasted good.
The young man Jian Shiyuan also held chopsticks, but he didn't eat. Instead, he waved to the child hiding in the corner, motioning him to come over.
The child looked only five or six years old. He was skinny, with tangled hair, tattered clothes, and a dirty face. He squatted on the ground timidly, with his face up like a puppy, as if waiting for the young man Jian Shiyuan to drop something.
Maybe he usually eats the charity given by others.
The young man Jian Shiyuan sighed, and without minding that he was dirty, he pulled him into his arms, held him, took the bowl in his hands, bent down, picked up a piece of noodles, blew on it, and put it to the child's mouth.
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