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Chapter 1

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Chapter 1#

Chapter 1 Senior Brother#

A heavy blow struck his chest, Feng Xianyu’s vision swam with stars from the pain. He plummeted downward like a meteor, but in midair, he twisted his body by sheer instinct. With no strength left to condense spiritual energy into arrows, he could only use the bow as a crude weapon, barely blocking the Demon Lord’s mountain-crushing sword strike.

“Clang!”

In that instant of lightning and thunder, the Demon Lord’s ghostly face, hidden in shadow, was hideous and terrifying.

Chapter 2

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Chapter 2#

Chapter 2: Cultivation Partner#

Just after midnight, Feng Xianyu’s eyes snapped open in the darkness.

The candle had gone out at some point; pale moonlight poured across the bed, settling on his usually radiant face. Without disturbing anyone, Feng Xianyu rose swiftly, tore off a talisman paper, pushed open the window, and let the cold, still night air rush in.

He slithered out through the gap with remarkable agility, hooked the window shut with his foot, grabbed the eaves, and executed a clean, sharp flip—pat—landing lightly on the roof tiles like a swallow.

Chapter 3

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Chapter 3#

Fate by Chance#

After Feng Xianyu finished his opening stance, he smoothly yielded the stage to A Yue.

Through A Yue’s tearful explanation, it turned out that she and her husband Yan Pei had been childhood sweethearts. Their parents got along well, and when they came of age, the Yan family proposed marriage. They wed the following spring, living in harmony and inseparable affection. Years passed in the blink of an eye.

Chapter 4

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Chapter 4#

Chapter 4: Divine Ability#

It was still warm when walking under the sun, but the moment they entered the forest, it suddenly turned cold.

Branches and vines twisted together, and a layer of decaying leaves covered the ground. Feng Xianyu inadvertently lifted his head to look ahead and immediately shouted, “Don’t move!”

Everyone was startled by Feng Xianyu’s reprimand.

The disciple who was yelled at kept his leg raised, and under the gaze of several pairs of eyes, he gulped down a mouthful of saliva.

Chapter 5

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Chapter 5#

Chapter 5: Playmate#

“—What?”

Zhuoyu abruptly halted, his gaze falling on Feng Xianyu’s fingers, which had suddenly clenched tightly.

Feng Xianyu, of course, couldn’t answer him. This abruptly severed memory was like a blade, brutally slicing into his brain, coldly churning back and forth. The pain made him gasp for breath, darkness swimming before his eyes, cold sweat beading on his forehead. His feet stumbled; he could no longer stand, his whole body tilting against Zhuoyu.

Chapter 6

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Chapter 6#

Chapter 6: Old Dreams#

Kong Yan couldn’t help but ask, “Why?”

“It’s all because Zhuo Yu suddenly appeared before my father’s eyes—otherwise, how could he get angry?” Feng Xianyu said with an air of complete justification.

Kong Yan: “…”

Although he himself wasn’t one to be reasonable, Feng Xianyu’s level of unreasonableness still exceeded his imagination. He couldn’t help but feel a twinge of sympathy for this “Zhuo Yu,” whom he had never met.

Chapter 7

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Chapter 7#

Chapter 7: Drawing the Sword#

Returning to the entrance of the snake lair, a thick, sticky layer of black blood was spread around the formation’s perimeter. The surrounding branches and leaves had been singed off on one side. The explosion had done its work, but the exposed snake pit still gaped black and bottomless, its end nowhere in sight.

Looking at the carpet of ash and snake bones, a stench even stronger than the one in the forest drifted out from the cave mouth—pungent and nauseating.

Chapter 8

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Chapter 8#

Red Curtain#

At the command, there was no time to think. Everyone charged together into the central passageway.

But they hadn’t run far before a thick fog suddenly appeared out of nowhere before them, seeming boundless and endless.

Xiang Wan, in the lead, was startled. He dragged his feet across the ground, leaving long marks, barely managing to halt himself before rushing straight into the fog.

“Stop!!” Xiang Wan shouted, cold sweat beading on his forehead.

Chapter 9

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Chapter 9#

Chapter 9: The Corpse#

“Thank you, esteemed cultivators. Without your help, I could never have returned so smoothly to see my Yan Lang.”

A’Yue smiled gracefully as she invited them to sit.

Everyone nervously found chairs and sat down, not knowing what to say for a long while.

Under a dozen terrified gazes, they watched A’Yue, as if no one else were there, fetch a basin of clean water, wet a cloth, and carefully wipe Yan Pei’s face and hands. She then tucked the quilt around him, a fond smile lingering on her face.

Chapter 10

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Chapter 10#

Chapter 10: Time#

Feng Xianyu still didn’t understand what A Yue meant by “time’s up.”

In a flash, something flickered before his eyes—so fast he couldn’t catch it. Before he could think it through, A Yue pressed a gray-white short flute to her lips.

Feng Xianyu’s internal alarm bells clanged. He shot an arrow in an instant.

But A Yue had already blown the first piercing note. The flute glowed faintly. Suddenly, a hand grabbed Feng Xianyu’s wrist, and the spirit arrow he’d loosed froze midair, stopping less than a fist’s width from A Yue’s pupil.

Chapter 11

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Chapter 11#

Chapter 11: As You Wish#

Feng Xianyu had steeled himself, fully intent on sacrificing himself for another, but just as he was about to close in, Zhuoyu grabbed his jaw and pushed him back.

Feng Xianyu: “???”

Feng Xianyu immediately opened his eyes, maintaining that pose, his gaze clearly filled with confusion.

Suddenly, Zhuoyu’s tightly shut eyes cracked open, revealing pupils like lacquer and deep, bloodshot veins filling the whites. The sight stirred a memory in Feng Xianyu; in those depths, he saw his own reflection, a youthful and brash boy.

Chapter 12

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Chapter 12#

Chapter 12: Dense Fog#

“……What is that?!”

The group was already on edge, jumpy as startled birds. The eerie wind blew, chilling them to the bone, their fur standing on end. Their faces twisted as if they were about to cry, all believing it to be Ayue’s doing. They glared at her with brows furrowed.

Unexpectedly, the “culprit” herself looked equally dazed, as if she too had been mesmerized by the fog. It took her a long moment to come to her senses, her expression shifting between uncertainty and gloom. Without a word, without even a glance at them, she hurried toward the cave where Yan Pei lay.

Chapter 13

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Chapter 13#

Chapter 13: Bubbles#

Feng Xianyu: “…”

He stared at the suspended speck of light, and suddenly an improbable thought sprang to mind—these white mists were composed of resentment that wouldn’t dissolve. Could it be Yan Pei?

Feng Xianyu had earlier claimed to have a method for communicating with spirits, which was completely made up. Even if such a method existed, it should belong to the Miaomiao Mountain sect, not to him from the Qingdu Mountain.

Chapter 14

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Chapter 14#

Parting Hatred#

The white mist had drifted to A Yue’s side without anyone noticing when, enveloping her entirely.

Feng Xian Yu’s fingers, frozen mid-air, trembled slightly. His heart leaped with joy, and seeing A Yue’s dazed expression, as if still in a dream, he knew that the deeper A Yue immersed herself, the weaker her control over this illusion became.

Within the white mist lingered the last image Yan Pei saw before death—A Yue with blood-stained hands.

Chapter 15

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Chapter 15#

Chapter 15: Illusion#

Dense layers of restrictions, like overlapping silver silk nets, shrouded the entire mountaintop.

At the peak was the newly excavated cave dwelling of Zhuo Yu, its flying eaves carrying rainbows, magnificent and spacious, with a green-rusted copper bell hanging from the eaves. The moment Zhuo Yu approached, it rang on its own without moving—a clear, crisp “clang”—which was carried by the autumn wind out of the Qingdu Mountain realm, lingering far and wide.

Chapter 16

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Chapter 16#

Chapter 16: Qianqiu#

Kong Yan wanted to escort them back to Qingdu Mountain. He called Feng Xianyu’s name several times, but Feng Xianyu remained listless, standing off to the side in a daze as if he hadn’t heard a thing. Finally, mustering his spirits, he forced a smile and said, “Fine.”

Too lethargic even to summon his magic treasure, he said, “You take me on your sword.”

After all, back in the day, whenever he couldn’t be bothered to use his own treasure, he would always hitch a ride on Kong Yan’s sword.

Chapter 17

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Chapter 17#

Chapter 17: An Excuse#

“What’s all the chatter about?” Feng Qianqiu, walking at the front with his hands behind his back, turned and asked with a smile, appearing to be in a good mood.

Feng Xianyu scurried up to him: “We were saying how hungry I am. Hungry enough to roll on the ground.”

“You’ve already achieved dietary abstinence, yet you still crave food. You’re something else.” Feng Qianqiu scolded, though his tone held no displeasure. “What do you want to eat?”

Chapter 18

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Chapter 18#

Chapter 18: The Inner Demon#

Elder Xu finished speaking and turned his head to look at Feng Qianqiu, who was leisurely sipping hot tea in the bedroom. The sect leader was dressed quite respectably today, with wide robes and large sleeves, giving off a strong vibe of a wolf in sheep’s clothing. He looked at his son with a half-smile. “Any thoughts?”

Feng Xianyu was about to go back to sleep, hugging his pillow and shaking his head innocently.

Chapter 19

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Chapter 19#

Chapter 19: Obedient#

“Feng Xianyu” stared at his father for a moment, then turned and walked away without a word, ignoring Feng Qianqiu’s repeated calls behind him. Feng Qianqiu called after him but got no response, so he could only sigh and mutter, “Brat.”

But then “Zhuo Yu” suddenly stood up.

“This kid…” Feng Qianqiu seemed at a loss for words, then said helplessly, “You know Yu’er’s temper. He means no harm. Don’t take it to heart.”

Chapter 20

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Chapter 20#

Hate#

Feng Xianyu couldn’t understand a single word Zhuoyu was saying—what satisfaction, what fulfillment, what difficulty in killing.

Only now did he suddenly realize that he didn’t know this senior brother at all, this former Dao partner of his.

Feng Xianyu stared blankly at the bloodstained face before him, trying to find the Zhuoyu he once knew—the silent, clean-living Zhuoyu who always wore white robes—rather than this Zhuoyu in the heart demon realm who reeked of rusted iron as if he’d crawled out of a sea of blood.

Chapter 21

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Chapter 21#

Romance#

The market at the foot of the mountain was as lively as ever, bustling with traffic, the road lined with vendors, and the cries of hawkers unending.

Feng Xianyu followed for a while and figured it out: this Xiang Wan’s companion was surnamed Meng. Though they had entered the sect at different times, they were about the same age and usually got along well. This time down the mountain, they had no idea what they wanted to do; they were just following their hearts, wandering aimlessly. One moment they’d look at this stall and buy some snacks, the next they’d go watch street performances.

Chapter 22

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Chapter 22#

Madness#

At Qingdu Mountain, the main hall.

Feng Qianqiu reluctantly moved his gaze away from the corpse at the foot of the steps, pinched the bridge of his nose, and sighed—three months in seclusion, and upon emerging, instead of coming to see him, his son had quietly slipped down the mountain and returned with a corpse. Feng Qianqiu truly had no idea what to do with his son.

Chapter 23

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Chapter 23#

Annoying#

Zhuoyu’s courtyard was empty—so quiet that the drop of a needle could be heard. The moment he stepped inside, Feng Xianyu couldn’t help but shiver.

He glanced around; sure enough, he saw no trace of the spirit beasts that normally appeared in other dwellings.

Because Qingdu Mountain’s management was lax, many beasts that had not yet developed spiritual intelligence would occasionally run out from the back mountain to play in the other buildings. The disciples of Qingdu Mountain were used to it, and after class they would exchange stories with their peers. Even in Feng Xianyu’s own courtyard, he had seen many squirrels, foxes, and the like. He would even leave some nuts under the eaves so the squirrels wouldn’t go away empty-handed.

Chapter 24

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Chapter 24#

Asking for Help#

Two days later, the investigation results came back. Sure enough, nearly thirty or forty people had died suddenly near Qingdu Mountain in the past month, and not a few had been crying out about heart pain before dying.

Feng Xianyu, who had been yawning the whole time, finally snapped awake at this news and asked, “Were the bodies examined?”

“Most have already been buried, so it’s hard to perform an autopsy.” The elder in charge, surnamed Zhao, replied, “After much inquiry, we found five families willing to open the coffins to determine the cause of death.”

Chapter 25

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Chapter 25#

The Sound of the Wind#

The Qingque Sect was silent as a graveyard, its gates tightly shut.

Moonlight crept silently across the broad, blue-stone avenue, flanked by towering walls that cast prison-like shadows.

Two patrolling disciples emerged from a street corner, lanterns in hand, hands resting on their swords. In the darkness, a rustling sound like falling leaves arose. One, with keen ears, immediately called out softly, “Who’s there?”

Chapter 26

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Chapter 26#

Dead Serious#

When it happened, Ye Shu was at the foot of the steps, observing the ceremony alongside others.

At that time, the crowd was jubilant, not a hint of anything amiss. After they had bowed to Heaven and Earth, Kong Yan, representing the Kong family, helped the newlyweds rise. Everything was going smoothly. But then he saw Kong Yan’s expression shift dramatically the moment he took Kong Xiaoyun and Ni Lu’s hands—as if he’d seen a ghost.

Chapter 27

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Chapter 27#

Heartless#

“It hurts… where did my golden core go…”

“Why am I lying here? Why isn’t my hand attached to my arm?”

“Isn’t this the Qingque Sect’s marriage ceremony? Why can’t I hear cheers, see the couple, or drink wedding wine?”

…

These were the guests who had died unjustly.

“When Miss Ni got up this morning, she was still joking with me. She even asked me to bring her a plate of pastries to tuck into her bosom. Who says she’s dead? Isn’t she fine?”

Chapter 28

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Chapter 28#

Floating Snow#

Feng Xianyu was utterly baffled: “When did this happen? Zhuo Yu may not have the best temper, but he’s not exactly vicious, is he? Since you didn’t provoke him, why would he hit you?”

“How should I put it…” Kong Yan scratched his head for a long time, still unable to figure out how to explain it to Feng Xianyu. Finally, he stomped his foot. “Pfft! I can’t explain it to you! You’re so carefree, you don’t know how sinister people can be!”

Chapter 29

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Chapter 29#

The Evil Entity#

“When I was fifteen, Mother led the sect’s disciples out to exorcise evil spirits.” Kong Yan’s face was ashen, every word seeming to be squeezed through his teeth. “There were twelve of us in total, including me, including that beast!”

Feng Xianyu recalled the cause of Zhong Hui’s death, and his heart sank. Could this person named A Lan be connected to Zhong Zhenren’s passing?

Chapter 30

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Chapter 30#

Mad Talk#

Feng Xianyu slowly awoke.

He caught a faint glimmer of light against the gloomy sky and stared at Zhuo Yu’s chin for a long moment before realizing he was being carried horizontally in Zhuo Yu’s arms. Zhuo Yu, looking down from on high, had Lingzhao suspended in midair, his sword pointing at “Kong Yan,” who sat half on the ground, unable to move. The chilling sword intent ebbed and flowed like tidewater along the blade.

Chapter 31

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Chapter 31#

Heartbloom#

Aside from Feng Xianyu, Zhuo Yu, and Kong Yan, everyone else wore expressions of bewilderment.

“Still too young,” Tan Ge said, snapping his fan shut and pressing its tip against the still-twitching brow of Kong Ji. “No wonder you youngsters don’t know about it—Demon Lord Qisha is a tale from ages past.”

Tan Ge’s gaze fell on Feng Xianyu in the crowd. “Speaking of which, young master Feng, back then it was your sect leader who delivered the final blow. Though he was just starting out, his contribution was immense. If not for that, how would your esteemed father have smoothly established Qingdu Mountain?”

Chapter 32

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Chapter 32#

Achievement#

Feng Xianyu unexpectedly saw a Zhuoyu in his dream who was completely different from the one in his memory.

He was loosely draped in black robes, standing on the Lingzhao Sword.

Beneath his feet were the towering, undulating, and dazzling Liuli golden roofs of the Qingque Sect.

Zhuoyu usually wore a coffin-like expression, but Feng Xianyu had never seen such a deadpan look. His features were already cold and sharp, but now he seemed more like a sword drawn from ice, his pupils black and bottomless, looking extremely terrifying, with bloodshot veins in the whites of his eyes.

Chapter 33

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Chapter 33#

Expectations#

Zhuo Yu’s brow rose slightly, and for a moment a shadow seemed to flicker across his face. But it was too fast for Feng Xianyu to catch. The other man casually lowered his hand, tucked in the corner of the blanket, grabbed the snow-white robe at the bedside, draped it over Feng Xianyu’s shoulders, and then stood up.

Feng Xianyu was still in a daze.

It wasn’t until Zhuo Yu lifted the curtain and was about to leave that he snapped back to reality. As if possessed, he blurted out, “Senior Brother!”

Chapter 34

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Chapter 34#

Draw#

Feng Xianyu perched on the bed with disheveled black hair, wearing only a white undergarment, a look of blank confusion and disbelief on his face. The cricket box he had been playing with the night before was still haphazardly placed on the headboard, and that “Great General” was chirping tirelessly. Half of the blanket was dragging on the floor, right by Zhuo Yu’s feet.

Judging by Zhuo Yu’s expression, it seemed hard to imagine that anyone could sleep so “expansively and unrestrainedly.”

Chapter 35

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Chapter 35#

花事#

叶枢难得能与凤衔玉贴近说话, 不由搜肠刮肚，寻了好些自以为的趣言，不料久久不曾得到回话, 便向凤衔玉面上一看, 见他怔怔地抓着薄被, 那双星目倒像是做梦般发直, 顿时心下发苦，只得扭转话头，若无其事道：“你可要去看望孔少主？”

凤衔玉的记忆停留在阿月那诡谲一掌，至于孔炎如何受伤他毫不知情，闻言顿时出窍的魂回了身, 精神一擞：“他怎么了？！”

叶枢便将当时情景说来。

凤衔玉没听完就急得拍床：“我怎么不知道此事！”又匆匆问：“为什么孔啸云父母会突然出手？”

“不知道。”叶枢摇了摇头, “他们一得手, 即刻便要自尽。”

“什么？！”凤衔玉声音变大：岂不是死无对证了？

叶枢忙道：“我师尊救下了其中一人, 是孔啸云的母亲，姓莫。”

“那孔炎呢？”

“师尊在, 性命无碍, 只是还没醒。”

凤衔玉一听孔炎竟然重伤还未醒，当即轱辘爬起来。

叶枢见他手忙脚乱, 便自觉将放在另一侧的鞋子替凤衔玉拾来。

凤衔玉也懒得找衣服, 匆忙中认出身上披着的外袍似乎是濯玉的，也没太计较，一把胡乱穿了完事, 也没来得及向叶枢道谢, 蹬上鞋, 随手把长发一挽，就这么火急火燎地冲出门去：“他在哪儿？”

“在他自己的卧房。”叶枢看着他背影, 面色微微一热，跟了上去。

他们此刻还身在青雀门，凤衔玉对这里熟得很，路也不必问，熟门熟路地穿过曲廊花谢，一推门，只见里头覃葛、濯玉、纪元冬及孔家几个长者等人均在，另外还有一位身材壮硕，作侠客打扮的修士，闻声齐齐回头。

叶枢忙道：“这位是上阳宗的首徒，崔烈。”

曾经在某次大比中众人也曾见过面，彼此并不陌生。

凤衔玉也不奇怪上阳宗的弟子会出现在这里，如今七大宗门以上阳宗为首，百里宗主心忧天下，必然不会对青雀门事变置之不理。

崔烈看清了凤衔玉，却是一怔：旁人皆知，清都山凤衔玉最爱穿红，正是红衣金弓，风光无限，这倒是第一次见他穿白，倒更衬得他姿容胜雪，面上却笑吟吟，有种春来雪融的暖意。

只是这白袍……倒是有些眼熟。

崔烈下意识看向角落处的濯玉，此刻这位难得只穿了束口箭袖的剑修，视线一直凝固在凤衔玉身上，觉出自己的目光，也只是用余光一瞥，已是寒意无边，似乎并不把他放在心上。

“孔炎还没醒？”凤衔玉问。

覃葛摇头，凤衔玉的视线越过他，看向躺在塌上的孔炎，双目紧闭，眉头紧锁，一根银针悬在眉心，灵力流转，留住了他的性命。

凤衔玉狠狠一闭眼，又睁开：“那莫真人呢？”

嘎吱一声，门打开。

凤衔玉掀袍走了进去，濯玉紧跟其后，接着是崔烈、叶枢和纪元冬，莫真人被缚仙索捆得严严实实，猛地扭头，一双眼睛在阴影里仍然冒出疯魔的火焰，犹如某种野兽，一张口，便也是形同兽咆似的无意义音节。

“如你所见。”叶枢无奈地道，“她疯了。”

凤衔玉还不及说什么，突然传来莫真人的一声嘲讽的轻笑，她笑得肩头猛颤，继而笑声变大，几乎笑得上气不接下气。

众人面面相觑，凤衔玉见她狂状，不知为何手心沁出了冷汗。

就在这时肩头被一只手轻轻按了一下，登时把他的心好好按回了胸腔。

竟是濯玉。

濯玉走到莫真人跟前，丝毫没有犹豫，抬手曲指在她眉心隔空一弹。

一股寒意无风自起，顺着眉心直直钻进莫真人心脉，她像被突然冰封，笑声戛然而止，双目发直，双手猛地抓紧了扶手，用力过度，连扶手都咯嘣一下裂开了。

濯玉侧头，众人不知他要干什么，唯独凤衔玉明白过来，叹口气，走到濯玉身侧，问：“你在笑谁？”

莫真人面色发痴：“笑……笑你们……笑……孔忌……笑所有孔家人！”

凤衔玉：“为什么？”

莫真人的唇角不屑地勾起：“笑你们眼睛瞎了啊！”

众人不明所以，叶枢还以为她在挑衅，怒道：“你在说什么！”

突然莫真人的眉心爆出一团浓重的魔气，凤衔玉一个激灵，连忙拉着濯玉后退了好几步，只见莫真人的五官不停抽搐、扭曲，嘴唇不停张合，继而蹦出三个模糊的字眼，凤衔玉竖耳一听，却顿时如遭雷击。

莫真人说的是：“离恨海。”

“这是什么意思。”覃葛若有所思地摸着下巴，“孔家人眼睛挺好的，不曾见过哪里瞎了。”

凤衔玉一直神色沉沉，片刻后抬眼问道：“山主，孔炎的伤严重吗？”

“他到底是修士，只要伤不致命，总能养回来的。”覃葛道。

“那心花呢？”

覃葛已经习惯了清都山这俩人都不讲礼仪，心累道：“可以暂停长势，但一时半会去除不了。……这桩事比你们想象得严重多了，孔忌实在太乱来了，我不得不向上阳宗去信。”

崔烈端坐在座上，抬头朝众人致意，沉声接口道：“师尊得知此事，非常忧心，将尽快对心花和魔宫封印展开调查，吩咐晚辈来青雀门看是否有需要帮忙的地方。”

众人心知，如今孔家家主、少主全都人事不醒，青雀门可算是群龙无首，那百里宗主必然是怕青雀门乱了，故而遣高徒过来坐镇，以备不测。

被推出来暂时处理杂事的一位孔家人迟疑着：“……这……”

崔烈道：“晚辈只确保无人生事，孔家自家的事，晚辈有自知之明，自然不会插手。”

这时，一只赤色小鸟摇着翅膀冲进了殿中。

旁人还没什么反应，凤衔玉脸色突变，霍然站起，伸手接住了那只小鸟。