The Flame’s Daughter Chapter 18:

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Since that night, the song's wind and chill seemed to be relieved, and it was healed in a few days. She no longer stays in the villa all day, but often goes out and wanders around, her face is much rosy, her spirit is better, her eyes are bright and she seems to have a smile.

Huang Cong couldn't help but rejoice when she saw her gradually recovering from the pain of losing her father. She passed the song-like situation to the distant King Jingyuan through the domesticated eagle, so that he could also feel relieved.

However, after recovering from his illness, Ruge seems to be indifferent to the affairs of the Lie Huo Village, and rarely participates in the discussions of the hall masters in the Jucui Hall. When she got some news, it was often decided by Zhan Feng and the hall masters, and it was just a symbolic report to her.

Dieyi didn't really matter, she just wanted the lady to be happy. However, when Zhuangli agreed that Ji Jinglei would lead the elite disciples of the volcano Zhuang's sub-rudder and one hundred disciples of the world without swords to go to strengthen and capture Jiangnan Pilimen, she finally couldn't help it.

"Why send Master Ji? How dangerous there is." Die Yi wrinkled her face, "There are many people in the village who can go, but Master Ji was sent. Could it be because Master Ji once..."

Ru Ge understands what she means.

At the beginning, because of Ji Jinglei's remarks, Yi Lang's proposal of Zhan Feng as the acting owner was hindered. And Ji Jinglei has always respected her as the "owner", and will discuss with her whenever something happens, which is very different from other hall masters and rudder masters.

"Also, Master Ji is here, if there is any danger, how good is Lavender." Dieyi is also worried about Lavender. Ji Jinglei has a soft spot for Lavender, which everyone in the village knows.

Ru Ge looks at Lavender.

At that time, Lavender was inserting a dizzy yellow plum into the snow porcelain vase, and she only smiled slightly: "A man's domineering will eventually be tempered. Moreover, I am not Master Ji. Tell me and him together."

In a blink of an eye, it has been half a month since Ji Jinglei left Lie Huo Zhuang. The **** wind in the martial arts outside the village seemed to have no effect on the peaceful life like Song.

Except for one person who often comes to "disturb" her.

Zhong Li has no tears.

He was originally a killer in Youhuotang, and often followed Zhan Feng to perform some tasks. However, three days before his death, Dad promoted him to Hall Master of Youhuo Hall. The master of Dad's promotion has always attached great importance to that person's merits and qualifications. She didn't know what Zhong Li Wutiao did to make Dad so highly regarded.

Zhong Li No Tears is very respectful to her, reporting to her every day the changes in the situation inside and outside the village.

"Recently, it has been reported in various places that the long-lost Dark River Palace seems to be faintly changed." Zhong Li No Tears said to the garden who admired the winter plums.

"Oh?" Ruge sniffed the scent of plum blossoms, "hasn't the dark river been hidden in the rivers and lakes for many years?"

"Nineteen years."

"I heard that Dark Yeluo was so majestic when he was in the martial arts forest back then?" The scent of the winter plum was light, and Ruge couldn't help but sniff and sniff.

Zhong Li looked at her without tears, suddenly lowered his head, his face was a little red: "The subordinate was only four years old at the time, and he had never seen Dark Yeluo. I just heard that he was unruly, moody, murderous, and addicted to blood. Demon-red clothes."

……

White mist rising in the night by the lake.

Red clothes are like blood.

Shiny gold wine glass.

Pale barefoot.

He laughed arrogantly, his hair was almost scattered on the ground, and the wicked cinnabar mole was broken between his eyebrows.

The sound is like the water waves at the bottom of the lake.

"I am Dark Night Luo."

……

Ru Ge stroked the yellow petals of Lamei in a daze, and she tore off a petal when she was absent.

She didn't hear Zhong Li's words continue without tears.

The man in red is indeed Dark Yeluo? Why did he appear in Liehuochuang Village? What is the relationship between Zhan Feng and him? Secretly tightening in my heart. Will Dad's death also have anything to do with him?

"The owner."

Zhong Li called out a song of contemplation without tears.

Ruge turned her head and smiled: "Is there anything else?"

In the courtyard, there are only Ru Ge and Zhong Li without tears.

He listened attentively to the surrounding breath, and when he was sure that there was no one, he said in a deep voice:

"A person was found in Miaohe Town this morning. His appearance is different from the past. However, his subordinates are 70% sure that he is--Lei Jinghong, the young master of Pilimen, Jiangnan."

Ru Ge frowned slightly, she looked at Zhong Li without tears:

"How many people know about this?"

"Three people." The spy, her and him.

"Very well," she smiled, "but why are you telling me this?"

Zhong Li was silent for a long time without tears.

Finally, he said: "The subordinates always felt that the old village owner died strangely." He lost his relatives since childhood and lived on the streets. It was Lie Mingjing who brought him into the villa to pass on his martial arts. Although the old village owner went, in his mind, only the lady Ruge ordered by the old village owner was his master.

Ruge inhales quietly.

"Zhong Li has no tears, do you know how many things will happen to you just now?"

"The subordinates know." He was stubborn, "Subordinates won't mention it in front of others, but the subordinates don't want the old owner to look down."

Ru Ge stood up:

"Have you been sent to monitor Zhan Feng's whereabouts?"

Zhong Li's face without tears was red again. For a hot-blooded young man, doing undercover things always feels unpretentious.

"Yes."

"So, what did you find before Daddy died?"

Ru Ge focused on him tightly.

The seaside in winter.

The sea is an endless blue.

The waves are sometimes calm and sometimes turbulent.

The army of the imperial court was stationed in Yuping, one mile away from the sea.

Led by King Jingyuan, the One Hundred Thousand Weiyuan Army has strict military discipline and does not disturb the people or hurt the people, and gradually relieved the people of Yuping. In more than a month, the Weiyuan Army has fought against the Japanese nation three times. Although the two sides suffered deaths and injuries to each other, the victory of the imperial army was obvious. For a time, the hearts of the army and the people were greatly boosted. Only a decisive battle can completely defeat the elites of the Japanese nation.

However, at this time, the Wa country suddenly shrank like a tortoise.

The situation seemed to froze.

A big account in the army.

The lieutenants and commanders who discussed the war got up and retreated.

Yu Zihan was sitting in a wheelchair, holding up the tea cup on the desk at hand, the fragrance of the tea smeared his handsome eyebrows, a touch of tranquility.

Bai Hu stood up with a "huo" cry, and said in a focused voice: "How long will the Japanese dog hide?! Is it impossible to ask grandpas to play with them all the time?!"

Chi Zhang raised his eyebrows and said: "Boy, this is a war. It's not like you can tell a win or lose with a few tricks in the arena. Waguo looked down on us before, thinking that we are as useless as those wine pouches and rice bags, so he will go straight Come out to fight. After they have suffered a few defeats, they are scared, and of course they dare not come out easily to die."

Bai Hu looked at him horizontally: "Aren't we just spending it here?!"

Chi Zhang said: "There is no other way at the moment."

Yu Zihan drinks tea gently. In the battle against the Japanese Kingdom, if you want to hurt its elite vitality, I am afraid that it will indeed take a while.

At this time, the curtain was raised.

Xuanhuang took two bamboo tubes as big as little fingers in his hand, walked to Yu Zihan's side, leaned over and said, "Huang Cong and Cangbi have letters."

Yu Zihan put down the tea cup.

He first drew out Huang Cong's letter. There was a thin piece of paper between his fingers and there were not many words, but he looked and looked again, with a smile on his lips.

Bai Hu, Chi Zhang and Xuan Huang smiled at each other.

That person should be better, otherwise, the prince’s smile would not be so warm. I remember a few days ago, whenever I received a letter from Huang Cong's flying eagle, the prince would be gloomy and stay awake all night. Later, he even left the army overnight and rushed back ten days later.

Yu Zihan put Huang Cong's letter aside, and picked up Cangbi's letter.

Slowly, his brow furrowed.

His expression became more and more solemn.

Bai Hu looked at Yu Zihan and asked, "Master, what's the matter? What's the matter?"

Yu Zihan handed the letter to him.

Bai Hu's heart warms up. Although they are just the prince's guards, the prince has always regarded them as trusted friends. After Bai Hu finished reading it, he looked up in shock and said: "Maybe Lie Mingjing's death was not caused by the Jiangnan Pilimen? Then..." He thought about it, and said in shock, "Could it be that..."

Chi Zhang muttered: "So, isn't Miss Lie's situation very dangerous."

Cangbi's intelligence should not make a big mistake.

Yu Zihan closed his eyes.

He, shouldn't hurt her...

After all, he once loved her...

Xuan Huang said, "Lord, you left the barracks last time and have caused some objections. No matter what happens in Liehuochuang Village in the future, please let us do it."

Bai Hu and Chi Zhang are all startled.

They all looked at Yu Zihan.

Yu Zihan didn't "hear" it.

The eyelashes trembled slightly on Qingyuan's face, and his mind suddenly flew to a distant place.

In Wulin, when you mention Miaohe Town, you think of Liehuochuang Village.

Miaohe Town is adjacent to Lie Huo Zhuang.

It only takes half an hour to reach the main entrance of Lie Huo Zhuang from the largest Jun'an Inn in town.

Afternoon.

The market in Miaojia Town is very lively.

Someone shook the rattle to sell rouge pollen, and someone beat the drum to yell at the street performers and big tonic pills, there was a hot and tangy rice cake fragrance, there were excited screams of children, and the candied haws sparkled drooling Luster, the three aunts and six wives got together and started chirping, their parents, and their parents...

Shunyi Inn is an ordinary inn in Miaohe Town.

The guests who live in are also ordinary people, not very honorable, and not very downhearted.

So, Shunyi Inn is not eye-catching at all.

However, on the right side of the entrance of the inn, there is a wonton stall. "Miao Lao Er Wonton" is well-known from far and near, the white mist rolls out of the pot, the fragrance is overflowing, and it makes people unable to move. Wontons are cheap and big, and many people come to patronize them every day.

At this moment, a girl in white clothes is sitting in the Wonton stall.

She eats very slowly.

Each wonton has to be chewed carefully for a long time before it is willing to swallow it.

Wonton seems to be really delicious. She eats it so that her eyes are shining and her cheeks are red as if she was dotted with rouge.

What a pretty girl!

People passing by couldn't help but look at her.

She looked satisfied, as if this ravioli was the most delicious thing in the world.

When she had the twelfth wonton.

A commoner boy sat next to her.

The boy was very ugly, with a sallow complexion and a black spot the size of a thumb on his right cheek. However, the boy's lips were plump and slightly curled, like a freshly peeled orange in the summer, with a refreshing feeling on his face.

"The wontons are cold, what's so delicious."

The young man leaned in and said with a grin.

The white-clothed girl glanced at him and sighed: "If it weren't for you to come so late, would the wontons get cold?"

The boy was surprised: "Are you waiting for me?"

The girl in white went on to eat the thirteenth wonton, and said as she ate: "Yes."

The young man raised his sword eyebrows.

The girl slowly put down her chopsticks and smiled at the boy:

"Farewell to Ping An Town, how is Master Lei now?"

Zhu Ting in the heart of the lake.

The cyan bamboo curtain hangs down on all sides.

The water is slightly frozen.

The sunlight reflected on the thin ice was a little dazzling.

Through the green bamboo curtain, the light dim a little.

Nan Yeluo stood in the shadows, his blood-red clothes lifted by the cold wind on the lake, and his bare feet seemed to be flawlessly beautiful.

Zhan Feng is beside him.

He was silent, but the sapphire in his right ear was extremely shiny.

Nan Ye Luo leisurely played with the golden wine glass, and said obliquely:

"How is it going?"

Zhan Feng said: "There are 37 sects supporting us, 19 sects supporting Pilimen, and the other 22 sects are still watching. The disciples of Zhuangzhong and Wudaocheng brought by Ji Jinglei and Guo Yangyan , Has levelled and taken over most of Pilimen’s sub-rudder and industry. However, our disciples have many casualties."

The night Luo smiled wickedly.

"Okay! Feng'er is really good, worthy of my dark night Luo's nephew!" He patted Zhan Feng's shoulder with great strength, but very soft, like a warm current, suddenly poured into Zhan Feng Of the body.

Zhan Feng turned his head too far.

The turbulent blue under his eyes made him suddenly embarrassed like a child.

The gem in the right ear shone brightly.

An Ye Luo's smile gradually condensed.

He gently brushed the blue gem on Zhan Feng's earlobe, and whispered softly:

"Feng'er, do you know that this was when you were born, I personally sealed it in."

Blue gems.

In the dark night Luo's pale fingertips suddenly seemed alive.

Blue light, jumping and flowing.

The gem is as beautiful as the deepest sea.

Dan Ye Luo sighed: "This gem is your mother's."

Zhan Feng's body was shaken: "My mother?" He had no father and no mother since he was a child... mother... I don't know how it feels to have a mother...

An Yeluo's sigh is as passionate as the sea: "Your mother is the most beautiful woman in the world..."

The blue light of the gem reflected the cinnabar between his brows that was redder than Acacia.

The fine cinnabar is like an old dream.

…………

……

The clear stream in the spring day.

Slim hands.

A hairpin studded with precious stones.

The stream is gurgling.

The soft and beautiful face reflected on the water, making the pink wildflowers by the stream blush.

She is dressing up.

Suddenly a group of red shadows rushed to hug her soft back.

She turned her head, smiled, and took the little man in red into her arms: "Luo Er, come to act like a baby again?"

An Ye Luo is only ten years old, and his handsome face seems to have an evil charm. He lay in his fragrant and soft arms, his eyes flashing with pride and arrogance: "I just defeated a Wudang elder, and only used five moves."

She sniffed his forehead.

"Luo Er is great!"

Little Dark Ye Luo was ecstatic and grinned: "Sister, do you like Luo Er to be stronger than all the people in the world?"

She smiled softly: "Luo Er must be the greatest person in the world when he grows up."

"At that time, will my sister marry me?"

Xiao Yeluo grabbed her skirt and asked eagerly.

"Silly Luoer, I'm your sister." She flicked his forehead and groaned.

"What about the older sister?" Xiaoan Yeluo said unconvinced, "I just like my sister, I want my sister to marry me! I want to be with my sister forever!"

"Okay, okay." She smiled, "My sister loves Luo Er the most, and she is not willing to be separated from Luo Er."

Xiao An Yeluo suddenly pulled out the plum hairpin on her cloud hair, and the bright sapphires reflected his stubborn eyes: "My sister promised, this hairpin will be left for me as a token, OK?"

She was startled.

Little dark night Luo carefully took the plum hairpin into his arms, raised his face and smiled:

"Sister, you can't go back if you agree."

The waterside of the stream that year.

Dark Yeming is fifteen years old.

The night Luo is ten years old.

……

…………

Zhu Tingli.

The cinnabar between Dark Night Luo's eyebrows suddenly darkened: "...but she married Zhan Feitian."

He turned his back.

Zhan Feng can no longer see his expression, only Anye Luo's bare feet seem to be frozen, and his slender toes are stiff and purple.

"The old thief Lie Mingjing first used her to trap me, and then killed her and Zhan Feitian."

Nayaluo's voice is full of hatred!

Zhan Feng clenched his fists.

His blood is as cold as ice.

At that time, the Lie Volcano Village was getting bigger and bigger, and Lie Ming Jing was afraid of the flying martial arts and ingenuity, for fear that it would become more powerful. Therefore, he took advantage of the unsuspecting opportunity of Zhan Feitian during the birth of the dark night, and killed the Zhan Feitian couple.

People all over the world committed suicide by flying into the sky.

However, who would have the heart to leave when Lin'er was born?

The dark night Luo raised his head and drank the wine in the glass, his faint voice was like a long hole flute in the dark night:

"Child, in this world, you are the only relative I care about."

Zhan Feng has a mouthful of blood in his throat.

Dear——People——

He looked at the red **** Dark Yeluo, and the dark blue of excitement surged under his eyes. His relatives, his only relatives in 19 years...

No one knows what it feels like to be an orphan.

That kind of solitary indifference, I always wake up suddenly at night, and suddenly feel that even if I die instantly, no one will care. Even the smiling girl cannot fill the empty loneliness in his heart...

An Ye Luo turned around, his face pale and noble reflected in the red clothes.

"Feng'er, why did you turn your head when you pierced Lie Mingjing's chest that night?!"

Zhan Feng froze!

The knife pierced Lie Mingjing's chest!

Blood spurts wildly!

Lie Mingjing's eyes suddenly widened!

There seem to be tears in my eyes...

"Miss Lie, can you please?"

The wonton stall next to the Shunyi Inn.

Lei Jinghong, a young man in common clothes, reached out and took a pair of bamboo chopsticks, picked out the biggest wonton in the bowl of the girl in white clothes, and brought it to his mouth with a smile.

"Not good." The girl in white looked at him, "My father is dead."

"It's a pity." Lei Jinghong played his chopsticks, laughing cynically, "Why did your father suddenly die?"

"Some people say it was done by Jiangnan Pilimen."

"Heh," Lei Jinghong smiled, "Is the wonton I ate just now poisonous?"

The girl in white lowered her head and slowly ate the fourteenth wonton.

"Hey," Lei Jinghong approached her and whispered in her ear, "Aren't you afraid that I will kidnap you and threaten Lievolcano Village? Miss Lieruge..."

Ru Ge looked up and smiled: "Is the wonton you ate just now cold?"

"Yes." Lei Jinghong didn't know why.

"Wontons won't taste good when they are cold." She held the bowl with her right hand, and in the blink of an eye, the steaming heat rolled out, "Try again, the wontons in this stall are well-deserved."

Lei Jinghong laughed.

"With your two-handed skill, I still can't see it!"

Ru Ge smiled cutely: "But, with my two hands, you can't tie me in a half-pillar incense."

Lei Jinghong was slightly startled.

Ruge smiled again: "Look at the people around here again."

The eyes of the short-term parents of the three aunts and six wives swept over from time to time.

The beggar's eyes flickered ten steps away.

Even the guy at this wonton stall doesn't seem to be the same person as the one in the morning.

……

Ru Ge smiled at Lei Jinghong, whose face changed suddenly: "Don't worry, they don't know who you are, they are just protecting me."

Lei Jinghong stared at her: "What do you want to do?"

Ru Ge also stared at him: "What do you want to do when you come this time?"

Bamboo curtains shield the sun from fading westward.

Zhu Tingli is getting darker and darker.

Nan Yeluo's black hair was scattered around his ankles like silk, blood-colored red clothes, and evil cinnabar. He looked up and drank the wine in the glass.

"Lei Jinghong is in Miaohe Town."

Zhan Feng didn't ask how Anyeluo knew. The information of the Dark River Palace is like a source of water flowing silently underground, pervasive.

Dan Ye Luo smiled and shook the glass: "Lei Jinghong is full of blood, I'm afraid this is going to be a big thing."

"Yes."

"Seize the opportunity well."

"Yes."

Lie Huo Zhuang accused Jiangnan Pilimen of assassinating the former owner Lie Mingjing with a secret firearm. His ambitions brought great hidden dangers to the peace of the martial arts, and for this reason, all sects jointly killed it.

However, there are still many neutral and wait-and-see schools in the martial arts.

One is because they don't know who will be the final winner, and the other is because the evidence against Pilimen at Liehuochuang Village is always insufficient. Fengbaiju was expelled from Pilimen two months before Liemingjing's accident. Whether his words were sufficient for many martial arts colleagues to secretly doubt.

Zhan Feng understands.

As long as the crime of Jiangnan Pilimen can be confirmed, the action of suppression can be greatly facilitated.

"Why didn't you kill her."

Nan Ye Luo said suddenly.

Zhan Feng raised his head fiercely!

The night Luo You looked at him leisurely, and there seemed to be a mockery in his eyes: "Keep her, one day you will regret it."

Zhan Feng's voice is stiff and cold: "She will not affect anything."

"Haha," An Ye Luo laughed, "Infatuated Feng'er, is she still the innocent girl before? Have you looked at her carefully, she has stubbornness and hatred in her eyes."

Zhan Feng's curly hair was so dark that it showed a deep blue luster.

"She, it doesn't matter."

Nanye Luo slightly narrowed his eyes: "She is Lie Mingjing's daughter after all. If one day she truly becomes your enemy," his fingers caressed the strange pattern on the golden wine glass, "Will you kill her? ?"

"Are you going to sneak attack on Lie Volcano Village?"

Liu Ge's eyes fixed on Lei Jinghong.

As the evening approaches, the number of customers at the Miao Lao Er Wonton stall has gradually increased.

Ruge and Lei Jinghong were sitting very close, like a pair of close lovers, and their voices were as low as a whisper.

The wonton noodles on the simple wooden table are already cool.

Lei Jinghong smiled:

"Sister Ruge, how would you tell me to answer you?"

Ru Ge also smiled:

"If you say'yes', then you are a pig head."

"Pig's head? That's ugly!"

"Sneak attack on Lie Volcano Village, what do you think is the chance of success?"

Lei Jinghong is still smiling.

Ru Ge raised his eyebrows and said: "I don't know how many people you brought here, but with the strength of Lievolcano Village, you will never be able to attack the key place in the village."

"Sister Ruge can do internal support." Lei Jinghong smiled smirkly.

"Blow up the gate and a few walls of the villa, and then sit down on the notoriety of assassination at Pilimen in the south of the Yangtze River," Ruge clapped gently, "Is this a good idea your father taught you?"

Lei Jinghong seemed speechless.

He glared at her for a long while, and finally said: "Do you know how many brothers the people of Liehuochuang Village killed us this month! How much money have we robbed of us! Will harm the firearms of the martial arts? Haha, I am afraid now He was robbed of your weapons arsenal! Did you know that in just one month, my father seemed to be ten years old all of a sudden!"

"I don't know."

Ru Ge interrupted him, his voice was quiet.

"I just want to know whether my father's death was caused by the Thunderbolt."