Volume 1, Chapter 200: Black and White.
The night is late and the wine is drunk.
Perhaps because everyone was in a heavy mood, they drank a lot.
He had already fallen asleep by then.
Only Ye Tingmu was still drinking alone.
Logically speaking, he should be happy that the Northern Maniac King was dead.
But he couldn't be happy at this moment.
He saved Hua Zhilu.
But now, because of myself, I was involved again.
In this fight for imperial power, the last thing he wanted was to involve Hua Zhilu.
She was his savior and the first person in the world who made him feel kindness.
Anyone is fine, he just doesn't want to involve her.
That's why I wanted to settle her down in Beimang.
But now, it has become like this.
He looked at the roof and murmured.
"The Blood God Cult?"
He paced outside the house.
At this time, Dahei was lying on the ground with his eyes closed.
I don't know if he was asleep or just pretending to be asleep.
On the eaves, the white-haired fairy, dressed in white, was lying on his side, admiring the moon in the sky.
He seemed to have noticed Ye Tingmu, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.
"Young man, let's talk..."
Ye Tingmu looked up.
Then lowered his head.
"good."
He didn't know what to say to this person.
Having beheaded the Northern Maniac King, he should be shown respect.
But the feeling this person gave him was extremely evil.
And it is full of murderous intent.
Gongfa.
The sect should not distinguish between good and evil.
But the man in front of him made him feel an unknown evil spirit.
Jumped onto the roof.
He came and sat down beside the white-haired immortal.
He handed over the Shenxianzui in his hand.
"Senior, do you want to drink?"
The white-haired fairy licked her white lips.
"Then I'll be welcome."
As he said this, he took the jar of wine and took a swig.
Then he exhaled.
“So spicy…”
That behavior is indeed somewhat inconsistent with his status as a saint.
Ye Tingmu couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth slightly.
Curiously asked: "Senior is a saint, and you are afraid of spicy food."
"Saints are also human beings, so why can't they be afraid of spicy food?"
Ye Tingmu nodded. Yes, saints are also human beings.
Dongfang Shuo was the same, he was afraid of losing something.
I guess the Northern Rogue King is the same.
"Thank you for your help today, senior."
The White-haired Immortal shook the wine jar in his hand and said meaningfully, "You don't need to thank me. My killing of the Northern Maniac King may not be a good thing for you, and I didn't kill him because of you."
Ye Tingmu raised his eyebrows slightly.
It was indeed as he said, the death of the Northern Maniac King was indeed not a good thing.
The one who was happy was not him, but the eldest prince and his group far away in Kyoto.
But it’s not that bad. At least in the next step, he can win the support of the five saints of the royal ancestral temple.
At that time, there was the Northern Maniac King who was holding them back, so there were some troubles.
Now that the eldest prince is not in a legitimate position and his words are not going his way, they have no choice but to support themselves.
As for Chao Yu, he is already dead, so there is no need to worry about him.
"Thank you, senior, no matter what your reasons are, and no matter whether the result is good or bad."
There was a hint of admiration in the white-haired fairy's eyes.
"I didn't expect you to be so open-minded."
Ye Tingmu hesitated for a moment and asked, "Senior, may I ask you something?"
"explain?"
"The Blood God Cult, right or wrong?"
He didn't beat around the bush, but asked directly.
The white-haired fairy bird narrowed his eyes, his eyes full of depth. He handed the wine jar back to Ye Tingmu.
"Some things are better left unknown. As for good and evil, it's nothing more than right and wrong, black and white."
He clasped his hands above his head and lay down again.
Above my head is a sky full of stars and a bright moon.
"Light and darkness, good and evil, have you ever thought that, in the dark, light is wrong, because its appearance will annihilate darkness."
"So, when you look at things in this world from different angles and perspectives, you will naturally get different results. When you look at the same thing from different perspectives, you will see different things."
"As long as I decide what is right, then it is right. To me, the Blood God Cult is the right path, but to most people, it is the wrong path."
He paused here, took a deep breath, and continued:
"I never care how the world decides. I only care about my feelings. So you don't have to worry. The Saint is in the Blood God Cult, and everyone is light to her."
Ye Tingmu drank a lot of wine, with a deep smile on his face.
What the White-haired Immortal wrote is simply that the definitions of darkness and light are different for different people.
But none of this matters. He only knows that if anyone dares to hurt the people he cares about and cherishes, then what awaits them will be his anger and revenge.
"Xiaolu can go with you, but I have a condition?"
The white-haired fairy slowly opened his eyes, with a playful look on his lips.
"Young man, are you sure you want to negotiate with the Saint?"
"Why, didn't the senior just say that saints are also human beings? Why can't we talk about it?"
"Hahaha..." The white-haired fairy laughed.
He found the boy in front of him very interesting.
He is very brave. Yes, it is not surprising that the master who dared to draw his sword and kill the saint in Tingxin Village would make a condition to himself.
No surprise, no surprise.
but
"I'm negotiating terms with you for peace. It's not you who's leaving with me. Besides, if I want to leave, can you stop me?"
He stood up and examined the young man in front of him.
Ye Tingmu also looked at him with determination in his eyes.
"If I don't let her go, she won't go. Do you believe it?"
The white-haired fairy was speechless.
He believed what Ye Tingmu said.
The reason why Hua Zhilu agreed to go back to the Blood God Sect with him was because of the young man in front of him.
"You should know that she agreed to return to the Blood God Cult because of you. If it's for her own good, you shouldn't stop her. No matter what the reason, if she returns to the Blood God Cult, she will definitely survive and will surpass millions of people in the future. If she follows you, I'm afraid it will be difficult for her to even survive."
Ye Tingmu's face and eyes were full of self-mockery.
How could he not know this? This was also the reason why he did not stop Hua Zhilu from leaving.
Because if he stayed, he couldn't protect him.
"That's why I negotiate with you."
The white-haired fairy opened his folding fan.
"Tell me, what are the conditions?"
Ye Tingmu looked at the moon in the sky.
"Tell me the address of the Blood God Cult."
The white-haired fairy's face stiffened slightly.
The location of the Blood God Cult is top secret.
Hundreds of years ago, there was a battle with the six sects.
The sect suffered heavy losses and therefore fled far away.
So many years.
No one in the world knows where he is.
The young man today actually asked him this.
"I'm afraid this won't work? Try another one."
Ye Tingmu turned his head and looked at him.
"If your sister was taken away and you didn't even know where she went, would you think it was appropriate?"
The white-haired fairy looked down.
Seems to be thinking about something.
"Don't worry, I won't tell anyone. I've sworn to my brothers and sisters."
The white-haired fairy shook his head and sighed.
"Well, I believe you..."
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