It started snowing, and fine snowflakes fluttered down, each one as crystal clear as jade.
Murong Yong stared at Gu Yanfei without blinking, a storm seemed to be brewing in his dark eyes, and the stench of corpse at the tip of his nose seemed to be even stronger.
Even the servants of Murong family behind him subconsciously moved closer to Murong Yong, sniffed him, and had complicated expressions.
They all thought in the same direction with fear: that is to say, what Miss Gu said was true, the old lady was really dead! ! The timid servants were so scared that their legs were shaking and their hair stood on end, remembering that their family members had recently served the old lady.
In less than a cup of tea, Shangqing Zhenren's expression had changed several times because of Gu Yanfei's words, and his eyes were so complicated that it was difficult to describe.
He could no longer maintain that sage-like appearance, and his face darkened.
He took two steps closer to Gu Yanfei and asked word by word, "Who are you?"
At this moment, the voice of Shangqing Zhenren was no longer the usual indifferent, desireless and indifferent voice. Instead, it was filled with a hint of sharpness, and a hint of unhappiness at having things ruined by someone.
An honest person does not speak in secret. The fact that Master Shangqing said this means that he has no intention of covering up anything by being stubborn.
After a brief thought, Shangqing Zhenren understood more things and asked directly, "Did you tear off the talisman on the window?"
Murong Hao and his wife insisted that the talisman was blown away by the wind. Shangqing Zhenren didn't believe it at the time, but he was just too lazy to dwell on this issue.
The talisman he pasted on the window could not be removed by everyone except those who were related by blood to Madam Murong, or those who were ascetics like him.
At that time, Shangqing Zhenren guessed that maybe Murong Hao or others had wavered and wanted to give up, but in the end they were still reluctant to give up their future, so they only moved one talisman.
People's hearts are fickle, and Shangqing Zhenren was no longer surprised by such things, so he didn't take it too seriously.
He never expected that there was such a person hidden in Dingyuan Marquis Mansion.
Taoist Shangqing looked Gu Yanfei up and down with a look of scrutiny, tentativeness, and speculation.
Seeing that Shangqing Zhenren did not directly deny Gu Yanfei's words, Murong Yong felt like there was a big hole in his heart, and the cold wind roared in.
For him, "冲喜" means to dispel evil spirits with happy events, and it is more for the sake of celebration. Failure has no harm, and success is beneficial to the Murong family.
Isn't that right? Could it be that my grandmother has really...
Murong Yong felt cold all over, and his heart seemed to be soaked in water, slowly sinking.
At this moment, he suddenly felt a suffocating darkness. Even the scene of his relatives guarding his grandmother's bedside without taking off their clothes and tasting her medicine before taking it became extremely ironic.
His father and mother also became unrecognizable...
Murong Yong was not a young boy after all. His many years of experience in the battlefield made him much more stable than his peers. Although his heart was like a storm, he adjusted his emotions in the fastest time and managed to stay calm.
He asked Shangqing Zhenren in a gloomy tone: "Is what she said true?"
He stared at Shangqing Zhenren closely, his face solemn, every word clear, and his eyes gradually became deep and violent, like a knife scraping across his face inch by inch.
Facing Murong Yong's aggressive questioning, Shangqing Zhenren smiled calmly.
He casually flicked his whisk and returned to his sage-like demeanor. He did not directly answer yes or no, but said calmly, "Your descendants are filial, and your father was reluctant to let his mother pass away. I am grateful for their filial piety, so I helped you."
"Everyone knows that a happy occasion can resolve disasters and evil spirits, and help seriously ill people recover..."
Shangqing Zhenren spoke with great righteousness, but Murong Yong's brows were tightly knitted together, and he sensed the other party's perfunctory and evasiveness.
"Hehe..." Gu Yanfei smiled brightly, but in his smile there was undisguised mockery, and interrupted the rest of the words of Shangqing Zhenren.
"Borrowing good fortune to bring good luck, is this fortune lent to Madam Murong, or to you, Taoist priest?" Gu Yanfei's voice was also tainted with the coldness of snow, and a hint of chill seeped into people's hearts.
The expression of Shangqing Zhenren changed slightly again, and he felt confused and uncertain.
When did such a person appear in the capital!
"You are involved in the cause and effect of life and death, and you still want to enter the Tao?" Gu Yanfei's words were sharp, and he stabbed directly at the other person's heart. "You really think too much."
The last word was deliberately dragged out, which was sarcastic yet clever.
Last time, when Shangqing came to the Marquis' Mansion to treat the Lady Dowager, Gu Yanfei could tell that Shangqing was not a fake Taoist priest who was trying to deceive people. He had talent, spiritual roots, and some real skills. If the spiritual energy in this small world was not too weak, he would be able to draw the energy into his body.
It's a pity that he was too eager for success and had evil intentions! "You will never be able to practice Taoism again in this life." Gu Yanfei shook his head, his eyes as clear and light as water, and his expression was detached from the mundane world.
She was an inch shorter than Shangqing Zhenren, but at this moment, Shangqing inexplicably felt as if the other party was above the clouds, looking down at her from above.
The two of them were obviously very close, yet seemed very far away, as if there was a door called "Tao" between them. She had entered the Tao, while she was still outside that door.
Shangqing Zhenren was distracted for a moment, as if he was seen through by those clear eyes, including his experiences, his state, and his secrets...
The other party is the sea, and he is just a clear stream, visible to everyone.
Over the years, he has always been the one looking down on others, and others have always been the ones worshipping him;
But now, such a teenage girl made him feel overwhelmed and felt that he had nowhere to hide.
His expression changed from shock and confusion to bewilderment, fear and uneasiness... but in the end he held on, maintaining a precarious outer shell.
"Nonsense." Shangqing Zhenren forced himself to meet Gu Yanfei's eyes and said in a cold tone.
Even though he felt a little uneasy in his heart, he still didn't believe it, didn't want to believe it, and didn't dare to believe it.
The snowflakes floated on his jet-black hair without a single silver hair, as if adding a few silver threads to him, making him look a little older.
As for Gu Yanfei's head, Gu Yuan had already diligently held a tung oil umbrella for her to shield her from the wind and snow outside.
Gu Yanfei touched his chin, tilted his face to look at Shangqing Zhenren, and said slowly and firmly: "Have you made no progress in recent years?"
The mask named "Immortal Spirit" on Shangqing Zhenren's face cracked again. Shock was clearly written on his face, and the shock soon turned into fear.
The other party said the thing he feared the most!
For a moment, Shangqing Zhenren felt as if he had returned to his youth, the time when he looked up at his master from outside the Wuliang Temple.
She and he are not on the same level at all.
Gu Yanfei laughed out loud, his laughter was like a silver bell and a spring breeze, his smile was cunning, smart and lazy.
She uttered three words in a light voice: "You deserve to live!"
A gust of cold wind blew by, and the fine snow in the air was blown away, splashing onto the face of Shangqing Zhenren, as if a bucket of ice water was poured on him.
"How dare you!" Master Shangqing's face turned red, and veins popped out on his forehead, making his face look huge and somewhat ferocious, completely different from his usual aloof appearance.
The anger that had been rising in his body exploded at this moment.
He raised the whisk in his hand in anger and swung it towards Gu Yanfei's face. The long silver thread drew an arc like a meteor.
"brush!"
The silver dagger was pulled out of its sheath, and a cold silver light flashed, as fast as lightning.
The next moment, the countless silver threads on the whisk were cut off by the sword blade that could cut through iron like mud.
But the silver threads were blown away by the cold wind in an instant, and flew all over the sky with the pure white snow in the air. Some were blown onto the branches of the cypress trees, some floated onto the top of the wall, some fell to the ground, and some were blown farther and farther away...
The scene was beautiful as a dream.
The whisk in Shangqing Zhenren's hand was left with only the slender handle made of black iron, which was bare.
He stood there stiffly, his eyes almost bulging out of his head, his face turning blue, white, and purple.
It was quiet for a moment, and the wind grew louder.
“It’s too late!”
Gu Yanfei lightly flicked the short sword in his hand. The sword body hummed, and a silver thread hanging on the sword body fell off.
She leisurely dragged out a meaningful ending syllable, which made Shangqing Zhenren's heart tremble.
Boom boom! The heartbeat of Shangqing Zhenren suddenly quickened, and he had a bad feeling in his heart.
It’s too late. What exactly is too late? “You…what do you mean?” Shangqing Zhenren stared at Gu Yanfei with his eyes wide open, his tone sharp and hurried.
Gu Yanfei said calmly, "It is against the will of heaven to keep the dead in the world."
Although, the laws of nature in this small world are not very pleasing!
She waved her hand gracefully, made a beautiful sword flower, and put the dagger back into the sheath neatly.
The cloak fell, covering the scabbard tightly, and he became as casual as usual, and the sharp edge when he wielded the sword just now disappeared completely.
Facing the uncertain eyes of Shangqing Zhenren, Gu Yanfei added: "The dead should go to the place where the dead are."
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.
Her voice was neither loud nor soft, and reached everyone's ears.
Murong Yong's heart beat violently twice, his eyes became deeper and darker, unable to conceal the sinister aura in them.
Grandma can't die.
His eyes, as dark as the night, turned to Gu Yunzhen who was standing next to Gu Yanfei, and he subconsciously took two steps towards her.
(End of this chapter)
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