Chapter 59 Demon Cult White Moonlight 14 Tomorrow's Worry Comes Tomorrow's Worry
"...It's you. It was you who killed my parents!"
"It's you!"
Sui Qin's exclamation made everyone present look over, including Ning Huaiqing.
He immediately came to Sui Qin and stared closely at the disciple from Piaomiao Peak who was kneeling in front of her.
It was a face I had never seen before.
While Ning Huaiqing was still confused, the whispers of the people around him reached his ears.
"Why does this person look familiar?"
"You forgot, before the birthday banquet began, he was with Master Wen and even had a few sparring matches with us. There were quite a few people present at the time. You see, Brother Li remembers it."
"Remember, his martial arts skills are very poor. He looks tall and strong, but he couldn't even withstand five moves from me. Yet, Master Wen is still willing to bring him out to compete with us? Aren't you afraid of losing face for Piaomiao Peak?"
"What's there to be ashamed of? I also felt something was amiss. I questioned Master Wen for a long time, and he finally revealed, in desperation, that this man was from Ziwei Pavilion and had only come to Piaomiao Peak five years ago. Who knew that in those five years, he hadn't made any effort to improve himself, and his martial arts skills had been abandoned, making him no different from an ordinary person..."
"Five years ago? Isn't that exactly—"
"Keep your voice down! It's impossible for one person to wipe out an entire sect overnight. The Ziwei Pavilion is definitely involved in the annihilation of the Feihong Sect!"
"But I feel that Piaomiao Peak is not entirely innocent in this matter, otherwise why would this disciple appear here?"
"I've always felt that there must be a lot of dirty tricks between these two sects. Now they're at loggerheads? It's really a dog-eat-dog situation..."
Ning Huaiqing's eyes were gloomy, and he suddenly placed his sword across the disciple's neck. "What's your name?"
The person kneeling on the ground trembled, shaking like a sieve: "Cheng...Cheng Yuanliang."
Ning Huaiqing felt a buzzing in his head, and all the clues he had discovered before were connected together at this moment.
He thought of the portrait he had brought with him when he left Ziwei Pavilion. He had to get the painting to confirm whether this person was Cheng Yuanliang.
Ning Huaiqing was about to make a proposal to his father, but he saw everyone in the hall looking behind him.
There, only Senior Sister Mu was standing there.
Looks of scrutiny, suspicion, caution, and contempt surged towards her like a tide.
Before he could say anything, his senior sister left angrily.
"Father, I have been investigating the Feihong Sect for a long time. Now my cousin has pointed out new clues. Please give me some more time. The truth will surely come out."
Seeing that Ning Yueze ignored him, Ning Huaiqing raised his voice: "This matter is full of doubts. We need to investigate it in detail and not jump to conclusions!"
Someone in the crowd responded, "Young Master Ning, that's quite interesting. Your cousin said this man was the murderer, and this man was a disciple of Ziwei Pavilion five years ago. Doesn't this mean that Ziwei Pavilion ordered its disciples to kill the Feihong Sect? What else is there to investigate?"
"I think the disciple surnamed Mu from Ziwei Pavilion is also involved. Otherwise, why is she so excited? Even though the Sect Master is here, she dares to leave without saying a word?"
As the man spoke, he glanced at Wen Su, who was silent at the top of the table. Seeing that his expression did not change after listening to him, he knew that his words had pleased him.
Ning Huaiqing didn't want to argue with him and just looked at his father.
Ning Yueze's face turned cold, and he said sternly: "Don't worry about this matter anymore! Your father will handle it!"
As soon as he finished speaking, people from Linfeng Villa came forward and arrested the disciple.
Ning Yueze took a few steps closer to his son and whispered in his ear, "You openly helped me today and even sided with that female disciple from Ziwei Pavilion. I haven't settled this matter with you yet. Now that things have come to this, don't say anything more!"
He saw that this was a fight between Ziwei Pavilion and Piaomiao Peak. Following his principle of keeping himself safe, he would never let Linfeng Villa get involved at this time.
But his son was impulsive and hot-headed. What he did in broad daylight was already extremely inappropriate. Now he even dared to speak for Ziwei Pavilion and that female disciple in front of everyone in the martial arts world!
Ning Huaiqing listened to his father's words, his face filled with disbelief: "Until the facts are fully investigated, no matter who they are, from what sect or faction, they shouldn't be subject to such suspicion!"
He looked around and saw that everyone was watching coldly, as if they had already condemned Ziwei Pavilion.
No, they were hoping that this crime could be thoroughly proven.
Can we ignore the truth for our own purposes?
Ning Huaiqing felt a chill in his heart. He said slowly, "Shouldn't the most important thing now be to find out the truth and comfort the deceased? But what are you all thinking about doing now? Taking advantage of the death of my uncle's family to unite and attack those who are dissidents—"
"Shut up!"
A clear slapping sound was heard. Ning Yueze did not hold back his strength in this slap. Ning Huaiqing staggered a few steps and could not recover for a long time.
Ning Yueze suppressed the regret and heartache in his eyes, and ordered the disciples of Linfeng Villa to take Ning Huaiqing away, keep him under guard, and not allow him to move.
"You may not want to investigate this matter, but I will definitely get to the bottom of it and reveal the truth to my uncle's family."
Ning Huaiqing finished speaking in a low voice, struggled to avoid the disciples' pull, and ran out without looking back.
In the night wind, Ah Li and Ning Huaiqing, who had chased after them, stood at the steps of the main hall. Seeing him carrying a jar of wine, she asked, "Where did you get this wine?"
Ning Huaiqing pointed to a corner outside the main hall and said, "I noticed this before the birthday banquet started. The wine was always placed here first. I just grabbed a jar when I came out."
Ali nodded, his eyes falling on his red and swollen cheek: "Well done."
No longer caring about what would happen behind them, the two of them found an unknown hill and sat casually on a withered haystack.
Ning Huaiqing placed the wine jar at his feet, opened the red cloth covering the jar, and the aroma of wine filled the air in an instant.
He couldn't wait to pick up the wine jar, tilted his head back and took a sip. Suddenly, he slapped his head and said, "Oh no! I forgot to bring out two more glasses!"
Ah Li shook his head and couldn't help laughing: "Can't drink without a wine glass?"
Ning Huaiqing opened his eyes wide and slowed down his movements: "Senior Sister, this is the first time I see you smile."
Ali was stunned: "Really?"
Hasn't she smiled in a long time?
Ning Huaiqing nodded seriously, her eyes filled with watery light even brighter than the starry sky behind her: "Senior Sister, you look very beautiful when you smile. You should smile more in the future."
Ali blinked slowly and replied "OK" for some unknown reason.
Ning Huaiqing smiled first, turned the wine jar in his hand and handed it to Ali.
"The wine from Piaomiao Peak is really good, it's fragrant and mellow. I should order a few more jars."
Ali quickly took the jar of wine and concealed his momentary awkwardness. However, he drank too quickly and the spicy wine choked down his throat, causing him to cough violently.
Ning Huaiqing hurriedly came over to help her calm down, but after patting her a few times, he withdrew his hand as if he had been electrocuted.
Although it was autumn, Ali always liked to stay cool. She wore thin clothes today, and Ning Huaiqing could clearly feel her body temperature under his palm.
A hand hovered above her shoulder, neither moving forward nor backward. Fortunately, Ali recovered quickly, and Ning Huaiqing pretended nothing had happened and naturally withdrew his hand.
Ali smoothed his chest, and a flash of embarrassment passed through his eyes.
She leaned on her knees and relaxed for a while, then turned her head to see Ning Huaiqing's face was even redder than hers: "You choked too?"
Ning Huaiqing had been quietly gazing at A-li's profile when she suddenly turned around to look at him. He was startled and quickly turned around to look around: "You didn't choke, it's just that the wine is a bit strong and your face is red."
Ali's eyes flashed, and he decisively reached out to hold down his restless head, turning his face towards himself.
"Senior Sister?" Ning Huaiqing immediately held his breath and dared not move his eyes.
Ali's slightly cool fingertips slowly touched the swelling on his face, and a strange feeling came from the painful place, very comfortable and a little itchy, spreading all the way to his heart.
Senior sister's movements were very gentle and slow. Ning Huaiqing couldn't help but grab the haystack under him and restrain his urge to hide. Only he knew the torment he felt.
Ali, who knew nothing about it, suddenly let go of him, took out a bottle of golden medicine from his arms, looked up and saw that he seemed to be frozen, which saved him a lot of trouble.
Ali rolled up his sleeves and applied medicine to him while asking, "Why did your father beat you?"
Ning Huaiqing glanced at her without saying anything, and Ali understood.
"After I left, you spoke for me again."
"I'm not just speaking for my senior sister. What happened tonight..." Ning Huaiqing thought about it, but still couldn't find the right words.
What happened tonight was really beyond his understanding.
He thought that the martial arts world was a place of chivalry, where people would risk their lives for their loved ones, and where when they encountered injustice, they would draw their swords without hesitation, even against strangers. They would give everything to protect righteousness and fairness in the world.
It's not like tonight, where everyone has thousands of calculations, and even the five major sects that he has admired since childhood are full of filth upon closer inspection.
Ning Huaiqing had his eyebrows drooped and looked depressed, like a dirty puppy abandoned on the roadside.
Ah Li paused, then asked, "Then why do you believe me? What if the Feihong Sect incident was really the work of Ziwei Pavilion?"
Ning Huaiqing was indeed distracted by her words. He curled his eyes and said, "Senior Sister only joined Ziwei Pavilion two years ago. How could she be involved in that old case from five years ago?"
"Besides, if this matter is really related to Ziwei Pavilion, Senior Sister is just a disciple who obeys orders."
He sighed, a look of sorrow in his eyes. "You didn't give the order, and you didn't kill my uncle and the others. How could I indiscriminately blame you for all these things?"
Ali's heart was shocked and his hands accidentally used some force. Ning Huaiqing shrank his neck in pain and dodged suddenly.
"Senior Sister?"
Seeing that Ah Li looked worried, Ning Huaiqing turned his face over again. He lowered his head, picked up a handful of weeds, and rubbed them in his hands again and again: "Senior Sister, don't worry, I will definitely investigate this matter thoroughly, don't worry."
After a long time, there was no sound from Ali. Ning Huaiqing looked up and saw that she had taken the medicine and drank most of the jar of wine in silence.
Ning Huaiqing took the wine jar distressedly and wailed, "Senior Sister! You almost drank it all!"
Ali's eyes were filled with tears from drinking, and she supported her head with one hand and looked at him with a smile.
The two of them drank slowly from the jar of wine until the waning moon set in the west.
The wine brought out from the hall had been finished long ago, but Ali still felt unsatisfied. He quickly snatched the wine bag hanging on Ning Huaiqing's waist.
"Hey!" Ning Huaiqing was a little drunk, but he still remembered that he had used the wine bag, but he just couldn't snatch it from Ali.
She uncorked the wine, took a sip, and handed it to him.
Ning Huaiqing took it hesitantly and saw Ali's clear and cold eyes looking at him, as if asking him why he didn't drink.
Under her persistent gaze, Ning Huaiqing took a sip with his eyes wandering and felt a little drunker.
Ali nodded with satisfaction.
In the end, Ning Huaiqing was the first to get drunk. Whether intentionally or unintentionally, his head swayed from side to side and kept leaning against her shoulder.
Ali pushed a few times, but soon lost his patience and simply gave up, letting him press down heavily.
Ning Huaiqing sighed comfortably, muttering something like "Drink while you can."
Ali messed up his already messy hair even more, looked at the endless dark night, and drank the last drop of wine.
She tilted her head, leaned against him, and recited the second half of the poem in her drunken eyes.
"Drink today and worry about tomorrow when it comes."
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