"Jing Qing, where do you think she's going?”Leng Yiyi followed five steps behind Leng Suwan, and Leng Yiqing walked side by side with her. The blue-clothed maids started from the two who were guarding the door of the bamboo house and followed behind them in pairs.
" It can't be the ancestral hall. He must have found a quiet place to bury Rouying…" Leng Ziqing said lightly, staring at Xiao Se's back. A bitter look flashed across Leng Yunhuan's eyes. The ancestral hall…How could she forget the place where her life was buried? Leng Ziqing didn't know what was wrong with her fifth sister, but she thought she was sad about Su Rouying's death.
"Master, Mother loves that man. But if I send my mother to the Leng family's ancestral hall…She was imprisoned for more than ten years when she was alive. Could it be that she won't be able to rest in peace even after she dies?”Leng Suwan looked at the memorial tablet in her arms. The gold pieces of Su Clan's soft cherry on it were in sharp contrast with the ebony, which was so piercing that it hurt her eyes. She didn't engrave the surname Leng Su on it. To her, the surname she had imposed on Su Rouying would only grant her a lifetime of misfortune. Adding it on would be a form of disrespect to Su Rouying. Even when she was dying, she was still thinking about the man who had tortured and imprisoned her for the rest of her life.
"Ah Wan, then go to the foot of the mountain to find a good place. Your mother likes peace, so the valley behind the mountain is not a bad place.”Leng Ziqing said gently.
Leng Suwan nodded with a faint smile,""When I'm done with everything, I'll come and bring my mother back to the Su family in Jinling. After all, that's where she wants to stay.”
The sad music slowly rose. The cold maidservants lifted the coffins made of good nanmu and walked on the green grass covered with spring dew without carrying any weight. Their soft silk blue embroidered shoes were stained with spring mud.
After a long time, a drizzle finally began to fall. The air was filled with the freshness of the soil. The drizzle fell gently and landed on the oil-paper umbrellas held by the maids in green. The fine raindrops gathered in one place and became large transparent drops. They slid down the umbrella and dripped on the umbrella ribs. After a long time, they slid into the grassy soil.
In the drizzling rain, Lunong held an umbrella to shelter Leng Suran from the rain. Leng Suwan walked alone in the front, her figure solemn and thin.
The night breeze blew gently, and the sky dyed with fine ink was suffused with a little blue, dotted with stars. Leng Cangming, dressed in a navy blue brocade robe, sat on a stone bench in the courtyard. In front of him was a half-played chess piece. His neat hair was stained with the snow-white color of time. He sipped the hot tea on the side and frowned, as if he was trapped by the dead end of the chessboard."Since you're here, come over and sit.”He was holding onto a white stone and only put it down after thinking for a long time. However, his frown became even tighter.
"Manor Lord is in such a good mood. It's so late and you're still playing with me.”A cold voice sounded from the three-story building. Under the full moon stood a man in black clothes. His long robe swayed gently in the night wind, and he stood with his hands behind his back, giving off a sense of forgetfulness. His face was hidden in the dark night, leaving only his ice-cold, snow-like eyes staring straight at Leng Cangming.
"Since you intend to take my head, why don't you hide your identity?" Leng Cangming smiled faintly. Aren't you afraid that I'll escape this calamity and kill me from a thousand miles away?”He spoke in a light tone, holding a black piece between his fingers. As the breeze blew, it turned into powder and scattered in the air.
"I'm not interested in your life. I'm just here to take someone away.”As soon as he finished speaking, the man was already ten steps behind Leng Cangming. The sleeves of his silver black robe were embroidered with complicated patterns, and under the moonlight, it gave off a cold aura. The man's hair was casually tied up with a black jade hairpin. His black hair was slightly ruffled, bringing with it a suffocating charm. That good-looking face was as cold as ice, indifferent and emotionless. When he got closer, he realized that there was a cold saber at his waist. Although it was sealed in the bronze gilded scabbard with dark patterns, the coldness still invaded Leng Cangming's back. It carried a murderous coldness as if it came from the underworld.
However, Leng Cangming was a person who had spent many years eating New Year's meals. Moreover, how could the manor lord of the Shadow Manor be a useless person? He calmly waved the black piece in his hand and smiled gently.""Oh? So there's someone here that you're interested in? I don't know which woman has moved you, but I can help you with a beautiful matter.”
The black-robed man glanced at the locust tree outside the courtyard and said indifferently,""There is no need for Manor Lord to worry. That person has already left. Manor Lord only needs to hand over her bones to me.”
"I'm sorry, but I can't comply." Leng Cangming replied with a smile. He still looked like a gentleman, but his eyebrows were covered with a layer of frost, which was bone-chilling.
"I don't intend to make things difficult for you, but…if you don't know what's good for you and return the bones of your old friend to me, then I'll take care of you.”As he spoke, the man paused, his gaze fixed on the locust tree. The coldness in his eyes spread throughout the entire courtyard."Then I can only offend you. Since you have the same goal as me, then show yourself. We can solve the problem of Villa Head Leng together and save some trouble.”
Although Leng Cangming had already noticed that there was someone else in the courtyard, he did not sense the exact location of that person. She never thought that this mysterious man would be able to accurately find that person's hiding place and even distinguish between male and female. He immediately composed himself and held his breath as he watched the white-robed figure float down from the locust tree. A mask with sharp fangs covered her entire face, and a white dress with a waist and sleeves outlined her graceful figure in detail. She held a long sword in her hand and walked toward him with the tip of the sword pointing at the ground. Her ink-like hair grew from her hips to her calves.
"Su Wan?" Leng Cangming asked in confusion. However, the woman did not show any signs of shock and walked towards him calmly. This woman's steps were light like a ghost, and there was no trace of her inner breath. Compared to Leng Su Wan, it was more refined and had more internal strength.
"Manor Lord, it seems that the one who killed you was the Underground Rakshasa. I'm afraid that Manor Lord has done too many bad things in his life.”The black-robed man said indifferently. The ridicule in his words was obvious, but he had a cold expression on his face, which made him look like a cold joke.
Leng Cangming sneered, but his body still didn't move. The woman's sword stabbed at him with a strong killing intent and dense internal strength. A white figure came at him like a silver lightning bolt. Leng Cangming turned to the side to avoid the sword that was aimed at his heart. He clamped the thin and tough sword with two fingers.
The thin lips of the black-robed man curled into a shallow arc. He drew out the long saber from his waist as fast as a ghost. He swung the saber like a rainbow and slashed at Leng Cangming's face with a biting cold aura.
Leng Cangming obviously didn't expect that he would join hands with the woman in white so shamelessly. He flicked the woman's sword away with his finger. Leng Cangming straightened his back and almost touched the back of his head to avoid the man's blade wind. Without waiting for the second round of attacks, Leng Cangming straightened his body and with a swift move, the black chess pieces in his sleeves scattered in all directions.
The black-robed man's thin and handsome lips were tightly pursed. He held the hilt of the knife with both hands. In the shadow of the cold knife, those chess pieces were scattered with the wind. The white-robed woman who had suddenly charged out was clearly not as relaxed as him. Although she drew her sword beautifully, it was a little strenuous. He had to rely on his profound qinggong to avoid those fatal chess pieces.
"How troublesome." At the critical moment, the man's deep voice sounded in the midst of the killing intent. He blocked the knife and cut open a black chess piece the size of a thumb that the woman in white had overlooked. The woman in white paused for a moment. She was stunned for a moment and was hit on the left shoulder by another chess piece.
She protected her left shoulder, and the dark red plum blossoms bloomed on her snow-white clothes. It was extremely enchanting, like a lone flower on the snow. Leng Cangming dodged the blade of the black-robed man and turned to the injured woman. The woman was very tenacious. Although Leng Cangming's chess piece was small, the domineering power contained decades of his strength. How could it be overcome by a little blood? However, ever since that woman was hit and used her sword to dodge Leng Cangming's killing intent, she did not even groan.
"Her patience is somewhat similar to Su Rouying.”
The man who was thrown out of the battle said indifferently. His voice passed through the heavy palm wind and reached the white-robed woman's ears, but she did not seem to be distracted. She twisted her waist in mid-air and loosened the tassel that was binding her snow-white brocade sleeves. A white silk that was glowing with a soft light flew out of her sleeves. The long sword in her right hand wrapped around the white silk. She passed through the dense internal force in the bustling bamboo sea and stepped on the bamboo leaves in the air to stab at Leng Cangming's head with a murderous intent. Her black hair brushed past the fang mask on the woman's face, her white clothes fluttered in the wind, and behind her was a moon that had been torn apart by bamboo leaves...
"You overestimate yourself." Leng Cangming snorted coldly and pulled out his long-sealed sword. His eyebrows were filled with coldness. Although the sword had not been unsheathed for many years, it still shone brightly. The body of the sword with the dark pattern of a five-clawed soaring dragon exuded a bloody aura under the moonlight. The bronze hilt of the sword was wrapped with a golden soaring snake. The snake's tongue stuck out from the wrist that held the hilt of the sword, looking cold and sinister.
Leng Cangming waved his sword and cut the white silk into pieces. He held his sword horizontally to block the woman's sword from top to bottom. The two swords collided, and their internal strength collided. From the hilt to the blade, the metal collided, creating dazzling sparks.
The black-robed man watched quietly from the side. The white-robed woman was standing upside down in the air, her right hand holding a sword as she stabbed down. Leng Cangming bent one leg and blocked the woman's sword with one hand. Orange sparks burst between them.
"Young lady, you are very capable. This Leng wants to see which sect taught you such a talent!”Leng Cangming slashed with his sword, and the woman spread her arms out. She turned over in the air and quickly retreated. Her white soft boots left deep marks on the wet and soft ground. Only when his back hit a bamboo did he manage to pull the sword back and stab it into the ground. The green bamboo was bent into a crescent moon by her collision. The bamboo leaves rustled and fell, floating on her shoulder and sticking to her red left shoulder. Red blood dripped out from under the green-faced and fanged mask, mixing with the soil.
Leng Cangming glanced at the black-robed man who was still looking at him and the white-robed woman leisurely. He walked towards the woman. The boots with black satin patterns made a creaking sound as they stepped on the branches, as if it came from ancient times. The unreal sound echoed in the suddenly quiet moonlight. He lowered his head and looked at the woman in front of him. She was still half-kneeling, but whether it was her posture or her aura, she did not lower her head and submit at all. It was filled with stubbornness and indifference. He really resembled her…
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