This attack completely subverted Su Zimo’s concept of the whole world. It turns out that there are immortals in this world, and any immortal’s power can surpass a great country, not to mention the Bixia Palace behind it.
To Su Zimo, losing his fame is nothing, but he has been with ‘Chasing the Wind’ since he was a child. In his eyes, ‘Chasing the Wind’ is no longer a horse, but more like a relative.
Not long after, Su Zimo came to his mansion.
This mansion is not big and very deserted, with only a few rooms. It was a gift given to Su Zimo by his eldest brother Su Hong when he was a twelve-year-old in the exam.
Su Zimo held the ashes of ‘Chasing the Wind’, came to a peach tree in the middle of the yard, and buried it.
“Chasing the wind, I planted this peach tree with my own hands. From now on, you will be my companions. One day, I will sprinkle the blood of the real Canglang on your ashes!”
Su Zimo’s eyes were bloodshot, and he stood quietly beside the peach tree for a long time before turning around slowly.
After turning around, Su Zimo saw a person.
It was a woman in a blood-red robe. She was very beautiful, not coquettish, not gorgeous, not wearing makeup, just like someone who came out of a painting.
Su Zimo once sighed that the ancients said that the hibiscus comes out of clear water, and it is naturally carved, which must be the case.
She has a beautiful and vulgar face, but she wears a red robe like blood, which does not match, but this contrast creates a unique temperament in her.
Two years ago, when Su Zimo returned from a trip, he saw the woman in a coma near the Canglang Mountains. She was worried that she would be eaten by wild animals, so she brought her back.
Not long after arriving at the mansion, the red-robed woman woke up. She didn’t seem to be in serious trouble, but no matter how Su Zimo asked her name and address, she didn’t say a word.
The red-robed woman lived here for two years, and Su Zimo never drove her away.
There are no servants in this mansion, Su Zimo is not used to being served by others, and takes care of his own three meals a day.
In his opinion, one more person is nothing, just more rations.
In the past two years, every time Su Zimo prepared a meal, he took out a copy and delivered it to the door of the woman in red robe, knocked on the door, and left.
The woman in red robe rarely shows up, Su Zimo has never seen her leave the mansion, and the conversation between the two does not even exceed five sentences.
Not to mention the people in Pingyang Town, not even the Su Mansion knew of her existence.
The woman’s name is Dieyue. She is withdrawn and taciturn. Su Zimo’s understanding of her is limited to this.
Su Zimo didn’t know when Dieyue stood behind him, but today, Dieyue looked at him a little strangely, it was hard to describe.
Su Zimo nodded at her and walked back to the room.
After two years of contact, the two sides have long been accustomed to this way of greeting, and Su Zimo knows that even if he speaks, Dieyue will not pay attention.
Su Zimo closed the door tightly, and from the corner took out a sharp knife with a handle about a foot long.
After groping for a long time, Su Zimo found another whetstone, sprinkled some water, gloomy face, cold eyes, and sharpened the knife one by one.
After a while, Su Zimo seemed to remember something, pushed the door and walked out, looking at Dieyue in the courtyard and said, “Miss Die, you should rest early today, no matter what noise you hear at night, you must not Get out of the room.”
Dieyue is noncommittal and looks indifferent.
For some reason, a strange thought suddenly appeared in Su Zimo’s heart.
In terms of temperament and realm, Dieyue in front of her is more like a fairy, elegant and indifferent to everything, how can a real fairy get angry and hurt people because of a mortal’s kneeling or not?
Of course, this idea flashed by, but Su Zimo didn’t take it to heart.
Su Zimo took out a jar of wine from the cellar in the yard, patted the mud seal, and deliberately spilled some spirits along the way, which happened to lead to his room.
When he came to the door, Su Zimo let go of his hand, the wine jar fell and shattered, and the wine splashed around, exuding a strong aura.
Dieyue watched the whole process in her eyes, and there was a faint smile on the corner of her mouth.
When Su Zimo walked into the room, the door was not closed tightly, but was closed.
When he came to the corner, Su Zimo continued to sharpen his knife.
Tonight is doomed to be restless.
Su Zimo is waiting.
Wait for someone…
…
At night, the moon is dark and the wind is high.
A sneaky figure slipped into Su Zimo’s mansion along the high wall.
When it hit the ground, the movement was a little louder, and the shadow hurriedly ran into the corner, with agility.
After a while, the courtyard was quiet, and there was nothing unusual. Only then did the black shadow stand up and take out a dagger with a flickering cold light from his waist with his backhand.
Through the cold light of the dagger, it can be vaguely identified that this person is Zhou Dingyun, who worshipped Xianmen with Shen Mengqi!
Zhou Dingyun is a master who will pay his revenge. Originally, he was a little worried about the Su family and Su Zimo’s fame.
Now that Su Zimo has become a pariah, but he has worshipped the fairy gate and soared into the sky, how can he easily spare Su Zimo?
What’s more, as long as Su Zimo is killed without knowing it tonight, he will leave Pingyang Town with Master Canglang tomorrow.
Even if the Su family reacted, they would not dare to come to the door.
Zhou Dingyun doesn’t have any martial arts skills, but he is strong and physically strong.
After taking a few steps carefully, Zhou Dingyun smelled a faint aroma of wine, and when he glanced at it, he saw a broken wine jar at the door of the room.
“Hehe.” Zhou Dingyun was relieved, and said with a sly smile: “I haven’t experienced the storm, and I’m still playing the trick of drinking wine to drown my sorrows. Now I’m afraid that I’m drunk. It’s so good, I will put your hands and feet on you. I’ll try to torture you slowly!”
Zhou Dingyun swaggered to the door of the room. Seeing that the door was closed, he looked inside through the crack of the door. He saw that there seemed to be a person lying on the bed, but the light was weak, so he couldn’t see it clearly.
Zhou Dingyun didn’t think much about it. With a grim expression on his face, he pushed the door open and rushed in.
The smell of alcohol in the room was heavier, Zhou Dingyun frowned, and gently touched the bed.
Just as Zhou Dingyun came to the bed, a shadow silently walked out from behind the door, like a ghost.
Suddenly!
A cold light flashed in the darkness, and before he could react, Zhou Dingyun felt a little cold on his neck, a faint tingling pain, and a cold voice sounded in his ear.
“Move and I’ll kill you!”
In an instant, a chill surged from Zhou Dingyun’s back, and the hairs all over his body stood up.
Even with a thousand pounds of strength in his body, Zhou Dingyun couldn’t do anything.
He knew very well that there was definitely a sharp weapon hanging around his neck now, at least it could easily pierce his throat.
“You, you, who are you?”
Zhou Dingyun panicked, he felt as if his throat had been punctured, and the warm liquid was sliding down his neck into his chest.
This feeling is terrifying!
It’s like the vitality is running out a little bit, but there’s nothing he can do.
Unprepared, Zhou Dingyun felt that his hair was suddenly forcibly pulled up, and he pulled it back suddenly!
There was a tear-like pain from the scalp, and it was almost pulled off!
“Ah!”
Zhou Dingyun cried out in pain.
Under the stimulation of this severe pain and the threat of death from the sharp blade, Zhou Dingyun’s legs softened, and with a thud, he fell to his knees.
Zhou Dingyun never felt that death was so close to him.
“Look who I am.” The voice behind him sounded again, cold and gloomy, like a life-threatening ghost in the underworld.
Zhou Dingyun maintained a strange posture, tilted his head back, tried his best to widen his eyes, and looked up.
Seeing this, Zhou Dingyun was so frightened that his soul was scattered.
In the darkness, Su Zimo’s face was gloomy, with a frown between his brows. There was no trace of the scholar’s Confucianism. Those eyes were frighteningly bright, and their eyes seemed to be sharper than the sharp knife in his hand!
At this moment, Zhou Dingyun really felt Su Zimo’s killing intent and determination.
“Damn it! Su Zimo lost his fame and became a pariah. He really wanted to kill me.”
“No, I’m going to worship the fairy door, I can’t die!”
Between the lights and flints, Zhou Dingyun’s mind turned thousands of thoughts, and finally all turned into a strong desire to survive.
Zhou Dingyun trembled: “You, you can’t kill me, the real person knows, you, you can’t escape death…”
“Hehe.”
Su Zimo said with a smile: “I’m a cheap life now, and I’m about to bring someone to be buried with me. It’s really unfortunate. If you bump into it yourself, don’t blame me.”
Su Zimo’s smile in the darkness fell into Zhou Dingyun’s eyes, and it looked particularly terrifying.
That flat tone made Zhou Dingyun even more afraid.
“Crazy, Su Zimo is crazy!”
Before this thought came to an end, Zhou Dingyun felt the sharp knife in his throat move again~IndoMTL.com~ A burst of tingling came, Zhou Dingyun’s spirit collapsed instantly.
“Su, Second Young Master Su, please, spare my life, I will never do evil again.”
“Second Master Su, I, Zhou Dingyun, swear to heaven that if I am lucky enough to go to the Immortal Sect in the future, I will never come to retaliate against you, otherwise I will be shot through my heart and die.”
Su Zimo didn’t say a word, just narrowed his eyes and stared at Zhou Dingyun faintly.
This silence made Zhou Dingyun even more panicked.
Zhou Dingyun couldn’t understand Su Zimo’s mind at all.
I don’t know how long it took, when Zhou Dingyun was almost in despair, he suddenly felt his scalp loosen, and the sharp knife on his neck slowly moved away.
“Go away.”
Su Zimo said coldly.
These two words were like fairy sounds, Zhou Dingyun fled the room with a scrambling and crawling like a pardon.
Zhou Dingyun’s palm tightly covered the wound on his neck and ran to the yard, gasping for breath.
After escaping from death, Zhou Dingyun gritted his teeth, and the evil thoughts resurfaced in his heart.
“Su Zimo is a scholar after all, but he just took the lead. How capable can he be?”
Zhou Dingyun’s eyes were fierce, and he couldn’t help but look back.
I saw Su Zimo standing at the door, dressed in a green shirt, holding a chi-long sharp knife in his right hand, his eyes were cold, and his whole person was like a man-devouring tiger, full of murderous intent!
Those eyes with a little mockery seemed to have seen through Zhou Dingyun’s mind.
The evil thoughts that Zhou Dingyun had just raised disappeared instantly.
Zhou Dingyun didn’t know how deep the wound on his neck was, or whether Su Zimo had a backer. No matter what, he didn’t want to take any more risks.
“It is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge.”
Zhou Dingyun thought so, and hurriedly fled here.