Chapter 41 Chapter Forty

She didn't resist, like a sad lotus blooming in the cold rainy night. Because she knew that his trembling was not about finding the long-lost joy in her body, but crying silently in the silent darkness. When he hugged her, he curled up gently, like a newborn baby.Limbs, body, skin, and soul trembled and entangled with her.Indulgence, sinking, grief, and hesitation, in the depths of her body and soul, she explored the only temperature in this world. His tears moistened her lips, and her tears warmed his eyelids.On this cold rainy night, only tears can moisten each other's dry souls.

When the last moment came, he buried his head in his long hair scattered on the ground, as if he was just whispering to himself. ——Remember, I used to love you so, so much. Her heart suddenly trembled. In the silent void, there was the sound of the seal breaking. All things are impermanent, when they arise, they cease. Under such a wonderful opportunity, the poison of forgetfulness lost its effectiveness. She remembered everything. He remembered that in the fortified military camp, he entered and exited seven times, his white clothes were stained with blood, and he grabbed the bloody eagle feather in exchange for her safety.

He remembered that in the city in the center of the earth, he wore the splendid armor of Brahma, stretched out his blood-stained hand, stroked her hair gently, and blessed her for a lifetime. Remembering the giant pillar of the Soaring Snake, her smile was full of sorrow, and she gently kissed his lips.Say, I'm sorry, I can't love you. Remembered the endless years of waiting, and being waited for. I remembered all kinds of causes and conditions of missing and being missed. Her heart was twitching. It turned out that she owed Yang Yizhi so much. It turned out that everything he accused was true.She had really betrayed him once.

Under the control of the poison of forgetfulness, she forgot the person she missed the most.This person is Yang Yizhi, not him.This mistake was her irreparable injury to him.In the following years, there were reasons for his indifference and ruthlessness towards her, and any little interaction between her and Yang Yizhi was a reminder of his pain. Looking back, the vast sea, the demonic jungle, the snow-covered mountain, the lonely island... How many times had she left him intentionally or unintentionally, seeking the shelter of that white dress?How many times has she stood in front of that white robe and disobeyed his majesty?

There are too many to count.Every time, it is a scar.Drawn by her own hands, it gets deeper and deeper until it is irreversible. Until the love was crushed, the trust was exhausted, and each other was buried. It was her fault.It was she who planted the seeds of darkness in his heart with her own hands, bloomed the flowers of darkness, and inadvertently watered and grown them.Now that the spring is blooming and the autumn is fruitful, it is finally her turn to reap the fruits of herself. It turned out that she deserved everything she suffered. Tears finally slipped down, as if what had been supporting her had collapsed at this moment.

Love has been reduced to ashes, and the only thing left for her is hatred, revenge, and the obsession that makes him hate.But now, what right does she have to hate him, what right does she have to take revenge on him? She was lying in the messy wedding dress, the moisture was like a cold vine, piercing through the bluestone floor, climbing towards her, clinging to the skin and penetrating into the bone marrow. The flickering candlelight dimmed, and the lightning on a rainy night brutally tore through the false red light, turning the surroundings into a pale one.Spirit banners, sacrificial banners, and paper money.She seemed to be lying in a barren ancient tomb, dead for a thousand years.

Nothingness rushed over like the night, burying her deeply. When the dawn broke through the night, the storm was coming to an end. The candle flame burned to the end, leaving behind curling green smoke.The morning breeze raised the ashes of paper and scattered them all over the house.Under the faint twilight, everything around is so gray, dilapidated, and ugly.It seems that there is an unguarded Yizhuang in the wilderness. Acacia remained motionless. Until Yang Yizhi gently lifted her up, she was still unconscious. Her heart is dead.Everything in this world has nothing to do with her. Yang Yizhi looked at her quietly and remained silent for a long time.

He picked up the wedding dress embroidered with lotus flowers from the ground, his hands were cold and heavy. The finest silk is as thin as a hair, and each strand has a different color.But now, these lotus flowers embroidered with thousands of stitches and threads are stained by rainwater, and the background color is dyed into a decadent, which is unbearable to watch. It was like the desolation in which everything was empty in her eyes. It's like the makeup that was carefully painted in the morning, but it is empty to the mirror all day long; the teenager's thoughts that have exhausted all the dreams are empty in the end;

Yang Yizhi sighed softly, took off his coat, put it on her body, and buttoned it up little by little. If all this was a mistake, he would rather bear all the guilt; to erase the pain in her eyes, he would rather pay the price of his soul. He took her hand and knelt in the mourning hall, before his father's coffin. He raised his head and announced word by word to the world, to the undead, and to the endless years to come. "Yang Yizhi, I would like to marry Acacia as my wife. I will never be separated from life to life." He had thought about this sentence thousands of times, and now he finally said it.Then, he felt more relaxed than ever.The depression, pain, loss, and confusion lingering in his heart were all sealed up, leaving nothing but emptiness.

And that water-red shadow, for the first time, was so close to him. There was even a tinge of joy in his heart, because he knew that everything that happened last night did not change the purity of her in his heart.She is still his goddess, spotless.The difference is that from now on, her heavenly palace will be created by him and guarded carefully. He held her hand, feeling the coolness from her fingertips. It turned out that the salvation he had been looking for for so long was here. The bright morning light illuminates the mourning hall, all is silent, he is waiting for her to answer.

At this moment, his heart was peaceful and pious.Just waiting for her to nod slightly, or smile slightly, or give her a tacit look in her eyes. From then on, she is his lotus, and he will hold her in his hand and watch her bloom.He can retreat to the mountains and forests for her, regardless of world affairs; he will treat her wholeheartedly, and never let her live in the shadow of other women; he accepts everything from him, and will not care who she loved before or who she left by your side. He will only guard her well and never let her cry again. Acacia's eyes were still silent, but she gently withdrew her hand. Yang Yizhi's heart sank.Why would she reject him? Could it be that she took the initiative to come to his side and threw herself into his arms, just for a rejection? However, he didn't have time to think about it all.The door of the mourning hall has been pushed open with a bang. Zhuo Wangsun stood quietly outside the door.The morning breeze blew his blue robes.The sky full of frost seems to be retreating in panic because of his arrival, as long as he slows down a little, it will be shattered into dust within three feet of him. Without hesitation, Yang Yizhi pulled Xiangsi behind him and stood up little by little. At this moment, Xiangsi still looked ahead indifferently, as if the arrival of Zhuo Wangsun did not wake her up.Her long hair was loose, and she was still wearing his white clothes. Under the messy clothes, her naked skin was faintly exposed. Zhuo Wangsun didn't look at the two of them, walked straight to Yang Jisheng's spirit, lit three sticks of incense slowly, and bowed three times. The incense is dim, reflecting a little red on the tablet. Yang Gong Jisheng is the spirit of adults. These few words made Yang Yizhi feel sad. At this time, Zhuo Wangsun turned around and said word by word: "Show your sword." Yang Yizhi said slowly: "Come out with me, don't be in front of my father's spirit." Zhuo Wangsun sneered: "You seem to have only now remembered that this is your father's coffin!" Yang Yizhi shouted: "Get out!" Zhuo Wangsun didn't answer, but raised his hand abruptly.A ray of blue light pierced the sun like a rainbow, escaped from the bottom of his sleeve, and swept towards Yang Yizhi like a dragon.Where the blue light passed, the sky and the earth collapsed, and the brick walls, floors, spirit banners, and sacrificial banners were all reduced to debris. Constrained by the blue light, they formed a dancing tornado, which pushed forward inch by inch towards the narrow mourning hall from in front of him! Yang Yizhi raised his hand and was about to resist, but found that the blue light was in front of his eyes, he had no time to think, and instinctively used his body to block in front of the coffin. With a muffled bang, his whole house flew up and fell heavily on the coffin.A huge crack was smashed into the thick sandalwood coffin, and debris flew! Zhuo Wangsun was startled—this sword seemed to hit a person who knew no martial arts at all! He has fought against Yang Yizhi many times, and he knows that although this move is powerful, it is not fatal.If Yang Yizhi used Fengyue Sword Qi, he could completely block it.In this way, he can use the second sword, the third sword, until he is killed.However, to his surprise, this trick hit the ground. Zhuo Wangsun couldn't help frowning.For a top expert like Yang Yizhi, even if it's too late to fight back, the power of wind and moon will automatically protect his body so that he will not be seriously injured.But just now, his defense obviously found the most appropriate time, and his hands were also placed in the most appropriate position, Fengyue Guanghua did not condense at all. If he hadn't restrained himself quickly, the move just now would have crushed Yang Yizhi to pieces. what the hell is it? Zhuo Wangsun Nilin's anger could not help but temporarily extinguished, and he looked at Yang Yizhi in astonishment. Yang Yizhi stood up with difficulty, staring at his palm quietly, the horror in his eyes was gradually calming down. He understood everything, but was not sad. Just relief. He slowly removed the wooden block on his body, lowered his head and coughed out a mouthful of blood, and said calmly: "The secret of the Brahma scroll is that when you practice, you must be pure and flawless, and dedicate your whole body and mind to Brahma. Desire. Once violated, this power is lost." He smiled wryly, looked up at him, and there was no wave in his eyes: "Now, I have lost this power. I am no longer the leader of the martial arts alliance, and I am no longer capable of being your opponent..." Zhuo Wangsun looked at Yang Yizhi, full of anger and unable to vent.These words undoubtedly confirmed what happened last night, and also shattered the last trace of luck in Zhuo Wangsun's heart. He wished so much that the man in white in front of him could still fight him like before, gathering all the wind and moon to fight with him. After failing every time, he would stand up with his sword again and again, and stand stubbornly and persistently in front of him.Before he came here, he had thought of thousands of ways to defeat him.He wants to beat him upright, let him lose completely, lose nothing. This is not the case now! He looked at Yang Yizhi, and the hand holding the sword trembled a little. Now, when this white-clothed man, the only opponent in his life, has lost all his strength, he has become an ordinary person who does not know martial arts, and is seriously injured. What is he going to do with him?Can he still display the invincible swordsmanship and pierce his pride?Can he defeat his counterattack again and again and torture his soul? At that moment, his heart was a little dazed. Yang Yizhi said indifferently: "From now on, you are invincible in the world, you can't attack, you can't conquer, and you can't ask for anything. All living beings, no one can be your opponent." "Congratulations on fulfilling your long-cherished wish and enjoying the world to yourself from now on." What he said was the truth, but Zhuo Wangsun didn't feel any joy in his heart.Yang Yizhi's calm words seemed to unfold a sad picture in front of him - what he was about to conquer was not the infinite and vast empire on the map of Xunye, but just an endless wasteland. From then on, there is no opponent. Without friends, without a lover, and even the only opponent, does it cease to exist? Yang Yizhi looked back at Acacia, and said softly: "You have won everything, please let us go." Zhuo Wangsun looked at him quietly, watching the white clothes on his body change from familiar to unfamiliar, when he said this, there was no hatred, no resentment, no ridicule, calm and sincere. It was as if an ordinary person without power was begging for a strange and powerful demon king. Zhuo Wangsun was startled suddenly. All this felt strange to him.The world has lost control in a strange way, as if it has fallen into a strange space.He has to drag everything back to the familiar track in order to regain control of it all. "Let's go?" He stared at Yang Yizhi and smiled coldly, "What a delusion." His gaze was as sharp as a knife, and he slashed at Yang Yizhi's face inch by inch: "I'm only wondering about one thing. Why don't you beg me? Beg me to let you die faster?" He had never said such a threat before.I don't know why I said it at this moment, but I feel an inexplicable emptiness. Yang Yizhi lowered his head and smiled, struggled to get up from the pool of blood, and calmly straightened up. Zhuo Wangsun looked at him, suddenly understood what he was going to do, and felt a little panic in his heart. He can't watch him kneel! This kneeling, he let go of everything, but he was not humble. His heart was as open as a mirror, but it reflected his desolation of having nothing. This kneeling will cut off all connections between them. From then on, he was no longer his friend, nor his opponent. He was just an ordinary person with nothing, separated from the powerful demon king by heaven and earth, and far away from reincarnation. This kneeling will make him stay in this lonely world. "Stop! Stop!" Zhuo Wangsun raised his hand angrily, and the sword light slashed down, leaving scorched marks on the ground beside Yang Yizhi, and even the corners of his clothes turned into butterflies. But Yang Yizhi didn't stop, knelt down to salute him, and said lightly: "I beg you." "If I don't die today, I will take her away to the ends of the world, and never appear in front of you again for the rest of my life." "As long as you let us go." He raised his head and looked at Zhuo Wangsun quietly. "presumptuous!" With a resounding dragon chant, the sword light was already straddling Yang Yi's neck.Zhuo Wangsun's gaze became strong again, impeccable.After a short period of wandering, the whole world returned to his hands. He proudly raised his head and said word for word: "I will kill you." "Not because of what happened last night, but because the you just now terrified me." Zhuo Wangsun looked at Yang Yizhi, as if he wanted to see through him. When this man still had the only power in the world that could match him, he never feared; when he raised thousands of troops to fight against himself, he never feared.But just now, he had an inexplicable illusion, as if if he let them leave, his life would be without doubt, and his indestructible empire would collapse! Yang Yizhi who has lost everything, why on earth has such power? If you can't figure it out, you don't have to think about it. If there is no answer, the result is tasted in the blood. There is no end of the world, here is their end. He will use his own sword to end all this with his own hands. A thin dragon chant resounded, and the sword light coiled up like a poisonous snake, sealing off the acupuncture points of Yang Yizhi's whole body, and then turned into a roar that roared into the sky, soaring into the sky! But suddenly froze. Xiangsi suddenly broke into the core of Jianguang, and quietly stood in front of Yang Yizhi. She looked up at him and said softly: "Let him go, the person you want to kill is me." Zhuo Wangsun stared into her eyes, and slowly pressed the long sword to her chest: "Back off!" She shook her head. Zhuo Wangsun was angry.Her temple hair was disheveled, and she was naked, only wearing his white clothes, and there was still a faint hickey on the side of her neck, but what face was there to stand in front of him?Don't dare to really kill her by yourself? "Back off!" The two words were like thunder, shaking the entire mourning hall. She still shook her head. Zhuo Wangsun's wrist sank, the long sword cut through his clothes, pierced more than half an inch, and splashed out a string of bright red blood beads. He steadied his sword, and said word by word: "The last time—" the voice suddenly raised, "Back off!" Xiangsi looked at him and smiled, her brows wet with crystal tears. The dragon chant reappeared, and the sword edge pushed towards her heart like lightning, just at the moment it pierced her heart.But it stopped abruptly. In the splash of blood, it was almost instinctive, Zhuo Wangsun's internal force made a mistake, and the long sword was broken by the shock. The tip of the sword pierced her body an inch, but it stopped advancing.The half-cut sword trembled in her chest, illuminating her mournful smile. It seems that Qiu Jiang looked back many years ago.At this moment, she in reality and her memories finally overlapped completely, standing in the depths of the autumn water holding a lotus flower.A light and shadow coming from nowhere reflected on her face. This light had reminded him for many years, it was transparent and blurred, as if it came from another time and space, it illuminated her smile, and also illuminated the vast world. But it turned out that it was Wave Light and Jian Guang. It turned out that all of this had been written into fate at the moment of first meeting. Zhuo Wangsun let go sadly, and the broken sword fell to the ground with the hilt, making a hollow echo. Heart-piercing pain hit him, and he had a strange illusion that the sword seemed to have pierced his chest. "Get lost!" He lowered his head abruptly, hissing out the word in pain. He originally wanted to say, go to the ends of the earth and never come back, otherwise I will kill you thousands of times... But the severe pain has strangled all this in his throat, making him unable to even breathe. At this moment, he felt a little dazed.This is a trance that has never been experienced in a confrontation with any top expert. Suddenly, he had an ominous premonition in his heart. He suddenly lowered his head, his lovesick smile bloomed quietly, and suddenly stretched out his arms, hugging him tightly. The broken edge of the sword touched his chest and pierced the green shirt, bringing a tingling pain and also making him awake.He reacted suddenly and controlled the true energy of the automatic body protection, but it was too late. At that moment, Chunshui Jianqi rose up, forming a solid wall between her and him. With her embrace, the half-cut sword was pushed deeply into her chest. Zhuo Wangsun suddenly picked her up and sealed all the acupuncture points on her wound.But the blood couldn't be stopped, and her life was fading rapidly. He poured his internal energy into her body, but his movements were messy and futile.The power that can shake the world, but at this moment can't contain the dust that flows from his fingers.Not even one grain will do. He suddenly remembered Yang Yizhi's words. "When Acacia leaves you one day, what can you give her?" "What else do you have?" It turned out that at this moment, he was just like an ordinary person, powerless and with nothing. Are you really going to lose her?Will she never come back?Wouldn't she appear in front of him timidly one night and call "Sir"? Zhuo Wangsun was in a trance.All this happened so fast that he couldn't accept it at all. How he hoped that all this was just an illusion created by Abe Jingming.Just like that time in the sea of ​​flowers. He raised his head, looked into the void indifferently, and waited quietly.Waiting for a snow-white sword of killing gods to fall from the void, piercing his chest and waking him up from the illusion.He has never prayed to gods and Buddhas in his life, but at this moment, he would rather kneel down and worship all the gods in the world, just to let this sword appear; However, there is nothing around.He couldn't even hear Yang Yizhi's cry of pain. There is only infinite coldness and silence. Maybe it was a moment, maybe ten thousand years, he felt a little cool on his face. This cool tenderness seemed to be a ray of light, pulling him out of purgatory. He couldn't help being startled, when he looked down, he saw Xiangsi's pale smile in front of him, she stretched out her hand tremblingly, and gently touched his forehead. Zhuo Wangsun found sadly that all this was not an illusion.He remembered that Abe Jingming had been killed by him.No one came to wake him from the nightmare again. In a daze, he lowered his head, but to his surprise, blood-red tears fell silently and shattered on his face drop by drop. Acacia smiled. Her smile finally got rid of the pain and became pure and transparent, as if she had returned to the cardamom age when she first saw her. That year, when she was sixteen years old, she held a new lotus by the water. Her pale fingers caressed his face inch by inch, leaving red marks: "I must be dreaming..." She smiled: "But, you in the dream are not like him, he never shed tears for anyone..." Zhuo Wangsun didn't say a word, but hugged her even tighter. She looked at him with blurred eyes, and said softly, "Hey, can you promise me something?" For the first time, she didn't call him Mr., but called him softly, but it was so natural, as if she had called him thousands of times in her heart. Zhuo Wangsun nodded sadly.At this moment, in the sky and on the earth, what else can't promise her? Even if she asked him to let Yang Yizhi go, even if she asked him to accompany her to die, he would agree without hesitation. She looked up at him with difficulty, and smiled quietly, with ninety-nine parts of tenderness and one part of resentment in her eyes.But that bit of resentment is like the candy lost in childhood, it is still sweet at the end of the jerky: "If there is really an afterlife...don't smile at me in the sunset, don't speak softly to me, don't send me a water-red lotus flower, Don't leave me by your side, don't go to the market with me, don't be a mirror for me, and don't cross thousands of mountains and rivers to save me when I'm in danger..." Her fingertips trembled on his face, as if she wanted to keep his warmth in his memory forever. It was a careful exhortation and a sweet complaint: "In short, there is nothing good about this life!" In this life, does he treat her well?Zhuo Wangsun's heart ached. Everything he did for her was nothing.But she has always kept it in her heart, and at the last moment of her life, she still holds her hand and will never forget it. But is all of this good for her? His heart was twisted like a knife, but she still smiled and said: "You must remember, you must hate me, bully me, tease me, lie to me, and break my heart..." She panted slightly, the smile in her eyes became brighter, and the tears fell unconsciously: "Anyway, don't make me fall in love with you again in the next life, okay?" Zhuo Wangsun was at a loss, what kind of request is this? But he had no choice but to nod, yes, in this life, he hurt her so badly, what right does he have to look forward to the next life?Would she be happier if she hadn't met him?Will she bloom forever in that pool of autumn water? He couldn't help thinking about it. Xiangsi looked at him, with a faint sadness in her pale and sweet smile, yes, she was destined to fall in love with this man in Tsing Yi. If there is an afterlife, he must do all these, so that she may not love him. Is it possible? The fate is over, but the love is still there.This life is over, waiting for the next life. Her smile was frozen in the glazed morning light, and her hand slipped down gently. The morning light dimmed. The dilapidated mourning hall was deserted. Zhuo Wangsun remained motionless, hugging her tightly, watching the streaks of sunlight seeping through the cracks in the house.Light and shadow shifted silently on them, from morning to noon to dusk. This day seemed like a lifetime had passed. Until twilight enveloped the earth again, the surrounding area was still silent.Plants, trees, birds and animals seemed to have died, and even the wind in the mountains seemed to have condensed. Zhuo Wangsun lowered his head and said softly, "I'll take you home." He picked her up and walked down the Peony Peak. As he walked away, he didn't look back at anything.He didn't even try to undo the restraint on Yang Yizhi. A short distance away, Yang Yizhi watched all this with wide open eyes, but he couldn't speak or move.I can only watch them from a cold corner. See them hug each other tightly, watch them hold hands and choke. See their yin and yang separated forever, and see them meeting in the next life. The figures of the two people are close at hand, but also far away in the world.Both of them experienced the pain personally, but it didn't belong to him.He, as if he was just an outsider, could only stare silently. Other people's life and death entanglements, other people's joys and sorrows. There was probably a full day before he could resume action. To end this long delay. But after that?It will only be a longer delay. She let go, but left him and him to bear it slowly. Zhuo Wangsun walked down the mountain with Acacia in his arms. The Goryeo battlefield, the unworldly achievements, and the generals of the three armies were all left behind by him, as if they were abandoned. He walked straight to the south without looking back, without staying, without sleep. If anything dares to stand in his way, whether it is a person, a house, or a stubborn rock, he will raise his hand and turn it into dust. And his journey is so far away, far away in the Central Plains thousands of miles away. Huayin Pavilion. Only there can be called home by her. For seven whole days, she lay in his arms, motionless. Nor did he let go for a moment. Perhaps because of the protection of the gods, her body remained unchanged, and her face was still slightly flushed, as if she had just taken a nap and would wake up at any time. And from Korea to the Central Plains, a tragic bloody road was paved under his feet. Straight south. Holding her in his arms, he climbed mountains, waded across rivers, walked through downtown, and stepped across wastelands.Everything that stands in his way has been reduced to ashes. No more mercy, no more reason, just like a demon. People have been surprised, feared, persuaded, and resisted. He even gathered people several times and set up an ambush to try to stop him.But no matter whether it's traps, muskets or cannons; whether it's martial arts masters or thousands of troops, the final result is just the same. More and more people died, and his Tsing Yi was stained red with blood. He still travels south. People can only run away in panic.Because, they finally understood that this kind of man in green clothes traveling south was no longer a person, but a demon king who had lost his beloved. No amount of blood could extinguish the pain in his heart. Even if it takes the whole world to be buried with him. For seven full days. Yang Yizhi never left Mudanfeng. He re-embellished his father's remains, nailed up the broken coffin, lifted up the overturned spirit tablet, and knelt before the spirit again.At dawn the next day, he buried his father.At that time, it was so difficult for him who lost all his strength to dig a proper grave. It took seven full days before he finished burying his father and went down to Peony Peak. His clothes were tattered, and his whole body was covered with mud, the color was almost invisible.The man who was as clear as the moon and as graceful as a fairy seemed to have been buried by his own hands, leaving only a numb, filthy, dilapidated body. He was walking in the busy city in a daze, watching Pyongyang become joyously in a daze. At this time, the Japanese-North Korean War was over, the peace treaty had been signed, and the Japanese army was slowly withdrawing from Goryeo. What happened in the mourning hall has been spread. Everyone despised him. The surviving Koryo officials were busy welcoming peace, and with the support of Yi Sun-shin, Sunjo had returned to Pyongyang.With just one royal decree, these officials were not only reinstated, but also promoted three ranks.They have all become heroes loyal to the country, so they have the qualifications to despise Yang Yizhi - this man, who valued sex over friends, actually did this blasphemous thing before his father died. This eclectic scandal spread more and more widely, and everyone knew about it.His name has gradually become synonymous with a hypocrite.When the women saw him, they ran away one after another, spitting hard on the ground.The city hooligans came to him, breathing alcohol, speaking the most obscene words, and describing what happened that night with embellishment.Even the urchins on the side of the road would throw stones at him when they saw him. He just walked with his head down. The officers and soldiers of the Ming Dynasty were ready to go and returned home triumphantly.They also looked at Yang Yizhi with contempt.If he hadn't been an enemy of Zhuo Wangsun, collaborating with the enemy and betraying the country, and colluding with Abe Jingming, how could they have suffered such heavy losses?Especially when he knew that he was fighting Zhuo Wangsun for a woman, every day, one or two soldiers who were dazzled by anger stopped him. They lost their brothers and buried their hands in this war.These people surrounded him in groups and punched and kicked him. He just endured it silently. When they were tired from the beating, he stood up from the pool of blood and walked away without saying a word. The remaining Huayinge disciples, under the leadership of Han Qingzhu, are packing the remaining supplies into boxes and preparing to transport them back to the Central Plains.Everyone's heart is full of sadness, they don't even know if Huayinge is still there after returning to the Central Plains.Even if it is here, it will no longer be the holy land of martial arts where the nine dragons gathered and the characters flourished.That ominous prophecy may have really come true. Their pavilion master will lead Huayin Pavilion to its peak, and at the same time to its destruction. Their Pavilion Master will be the last Huayin Pavilion Master. When they saw Yang Yizhi, they wished they could cut him into pieces. If it wasn't for this person, Acacia wouldn't have died.The pavilion master will not abandon everything and return to the Central Plains alone. They didn't rush up to fight him like the others, or humiliate him, or, just because he lost his martial arts, they still had a bit of quack morality and didn't want to make trouble.Or, they would rather see him as he is now, with nothing and panic like a bereaved dog. Indeed, filth all over.nothing.