Jian San was killed, Duan Muyu was wet all over, holding the sword in his arms, and said with a normal expression: "The Giant Sword Sect has been destroyed, has the anger in your heart dissipated?"
Ye Sheng was covered in blood, which was washed away in the heavy rain. He said solemnly: "I will work hard to practice."
He will practice hard instead of dissipating his anger and answer very cleverly.
Duanmuyu looked at the rainy day and said, "Come on, I'll treat you to some noodles."
Facing the heavy rain, the two people walked out of the garden and entered an alley.
In the alley, there was a shop that was closing its stalls. Under the heavy rain, a thin girl was struggling to pack her things.
"Xiaohua, I'll clean up later and cook me two bowls of noodles." Duanmuyu came over with his sword in his arms and said.
The thin girl raised her head and said in surprise: "Brother Muyu, you are here, I will do it for you right now."
The girl was not very beautiful, her skin was as white as snow, but there was a bright red scar on her face, the size of a thumb, that ruined her face.
In the heavy rain, the stall was being set up, and the rain was pounding on the ground. Duanmuyu put down his sword, looked at the rainy day, and said: "The weather in Chang'an Street is going to change."
Ye Sheng said thoughtfully: "The Jujian Sect was destroyed, and the old lady no longer has an eye on the outside. She probably won't be willing to accept it. Senior brother, you killed someone, so you should leave. Otherwise, you will be revenged all day long. Even if you can resist it,
I’ll be annoyed to death too.”
Duanmuyu laughed loudly and said, "Yes, I'm leaving."
The girl Xiaohua who was cooking noodles trembled and said in surprise: "Brother Muyu, are you leaving?"
"Yes." Duanmuyu nodded.
"Brother Muyu, you are an expert at forging swords. It is not safe on Chang'an Street, so you might as well leave." Xiaohua lowered her head and cooked noodles, her voice soft and waxy.
When Ye Sheng saw this scene, he winked at his senior brother and smiled maliciously.
Duanmuyu glared at Ye Sheng and said: "Xiaohua, Chang'an Street is not safe. I know that you are working very hard to save money, study and practice. Coming here to eat noodles tonight is also for your future. I wrote a letter,
With this letter, you can enter Jixia College to study."
Xiaohua was stunned, raised her head and looked at Duanmuyu, and said in a trembling voice: "Brother Muyu, are you talking about the top university, Jixia Academy?"
Duanmuyu nodded.
"Brother Muyu, stop making fun of Xiaohua. Xiaohua is a despicable person who only knows how to cook noodles. How can He De enter Jixia Academy?" Xiaohua shook her head.
"Whether what brother said is true or false, you have to at least give it a try. If it's true, wouldn't you be rich?" Duanmuyu smiled, took out a letter from his arms and handed it to Xiaohua.
Xiaohua took it hesitantly, then calmed down and said, "Thank you, brother. I will definitely give it a try."
Duanmuyu laughed loudly: "Okay, my work is done. There is nothing left to miss in Chang'an Street or even Xianyang."
Ye Sheng looked at Duan Muyu and was curious as to why the senior brother was so sure that he himself could not enter Jixia Academy?
But after thinking about it, Ye Sheng still didn't ask.
Although the senior brother was said to be very stupid and inferior to ordinary people, Ye Sheng always felt that he was as wise as a fool and a truly wise man.
After a while, the noodles were ready. It was a very simple plain noodles with onion, ginger and garlic added. It tasted very fragrant, especially after killing people and consuming a lot of money.
The Duanmu fish ate with big mouthfuls, as if it was really hungry, and it looked bold and unrestrained.
Ye Sheng followed suit and started eating. He grew up in Ye Mansion and knew a lot of so-called eating rules, but at this moment, like his senior brother, he was eating noodles.
Duanmuyu ate a bowl of noodles quickly. After finishing the meal, Duanmuyu stood up and said, "Xiaohua, I won't give you any noodles money today. You must work hard at Jixia College in the future."
Xiaohua nodded firmly and said, "Thank you, brother."
Duanmuyu laughed loudly, hugged his sword and left in the rain.
Ye Sheng sat where he was, watching his senior brother leave without following him.
"Junior brother, these three swords are carefully crafted by senior brother. They are rare and high-quality products. You will not find better swords than these three swords in the acquired realm. I give them to you." Duanmuyu's voice came.
"Thank you, Senior Brother." Ye Sheng lowered his head and looked at the three swords beside him, smiled slightly, and felt warm in his heart.
The master and two senior brothers brought him a long-lost warmth.
"This is my face money." Ye Sheng took out a piece of gold, threw it on the table, picked up the three swords, and left without looking back.
Xiaohua didn't accept it, but she couldn't catch up with Ye Sheng. Finally, she looked at the background of Ye Sheng leaving in the rain, gritted her teeth, and her eyes were red.
Facing the heavy rain, Chang'an Street was boiling.
The Jujian Sect was wiped out. The first master, second master, third master, and all the younger brothers were all killed, leaving no one alive.
In the garden of the Giant Sword Gate, corpses were piled up, and blood was washed away by the rain and flowed into the pond, dyeing it red.
People who saw this scene couldn't help but gasp. Isn't this too cruel?
For a time, the entire Chang'an Street was under martial law, and the government also intervened. I don't know who ordered it, but people from the Ministry of Punishment came here to find the murderer.
The people on Chang'an Street looked on with cold eyes. In the past, when the Jujian Sect was full of people, no one from the Punishment Department came in. Now that the Jujian Sect has been wiped out, people from the Punishment Department came non-stop. People couldn't help but wonder, could it be that behind the Jujian Sect?
The person is an official from the Ministry of Punishment?
But even if people from the Criminal Department come in, they can't find any useful clues, because Duanmuyu has left the sword furnace and is missing. Ye Sheng returned to Jixia Academy, and no one can trace it.
This case was finally determined to be a massacre of the family. The murderer was none other than senior brother Duanmuyu. When the official portrait came out, the name written on it was not Duanmuyu, but the sword maker. The portrait was not very similar, because in the entire Chang'an Street, except for Xiaohua, there was no third brother.
Two people know Duanmuyu's real name.
At this point, Duanmuyu is wanted throughout the world.
But Duanmuyu has disappeared, no one knows where he is?
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When Ye Sheng returned to Jixia College, the rain had stopped, the air was extremely humid, and the land was muddy. Ye Sheng returned to the house filthy.
Zhou Meiren was leaning on the railing and watching. When she saw Ye Sheng coming back, she wrinkled her nose and said, "It smells so strong of blood. Have you killed the pig?"
Ye Sheng smiled slightly and said, "I killed more than a hundred pigs."
"Why don't you go wash it off quickly? It's dirty and stinks." Zhou Meiren waved her hands in disgust.
"Does it smell bad?" Ye Sheng smelled his body and found that it did have a fishy smell.
As soon as he had an idea, he immediately went straight to Zhou Meiren, stretched out his arms, held Zhou Meiren in his arms, and laughed loudly: "Stinky man, stinky man, can a man be called a man if he doesn't stink?"
Zhou Meiren was stunned, her eyes widened, she looked at Ye Sheng in horror, and suddenly screamed: "Gungun, get out of here, you dare to hug me, you shameless bastard, I misjudged you,