Mysterious Woman

This attack completely subverted Su Zimo's concept of the whole world. It turns out that there are real immortals in this world, and the power of any immortal can surpass a big country, not to mention the Bixia Palace behind it.

The loss of fame is nothing to Su Zimo, but he has been with "Zhu Feng" since he was a child. In his eyes, "Zhu Feng" is no longer a horse, but more like a family member.

Not long after, Su Zimo came to his mansion.

This mansion is small and deserted. There are only a few rooms. It was a gift given to him by his elder brother Su Hong when he was admitted as a talented scholar at the age of twelve.

Su Zimo held the ashes of'Chasing the Wind', came to a peach tree in the middle of the courtyard, and buried it.

"Chasing the wind, I planted this peach tree by myself, and you will be your companions from now on. One day, I will sprinkle the blood of the real Canglang on your ashes!"

A little bloodshot appeared in Su Zimo's eyes, and he stood quietly beside the peach tree for a long time before turning around slowly.

At this turn, Su Zimo saw a person.

It was a woman in a blood-red robe. She was born extremely beautiful, not coquettish, not gorgeous, and she didn't use pink or daisies, just like a person walking out of a painting.

Su Zimo once sighed, as the ancients said, hibiscus comes out of clear water, and it must be carved naturally. This must be the case.

She has a beautiful and vulgar face, but she is wearing a red robe that is not suitable for her. However, this contrast has formed a unique temperament in her.

Two years ago, Su Zimo returned from a trip and saw this woman unconscious near the Canglang Mountain Range, worried that she would be eaten by wild animals, so she brought her back.

Not long after arriving at the mansion, the woman in the red robe woke up. She didn't seem to be a serious problem, but no matter how Su Zimo asked her name and residence, she didn't say a word.

The red-robed woman has lived here for two years, and Su Zimo has never driven her away.

There are no people in this mansion, and Su Zimo is not used to being served by others. He takes care of three meals a day by himself.

In his opinion, one more person is nothing but multiple rations.

For two years, every time Su Zimo made a good meal, he took out a portion to the door of the red robe woman, knocked on the door, and left.

Women in red robes rarely show up, Su Zimo has never seen her out of the mansion, and the conversation between the two did not even exceed five sentences.

Not to mention the people in Pingyang Town, even no one in the Su Mansion knew her existence.

The woman's name is Dieyue, with a withdrawn temperament and few words. Su Zimo's knowledge of her is limited to this.

Su Zimo didn't know when Die Yue stood behind him, but today, Die Yue's eyes looked a little strange and indescribable.

Su Zimo nodded at her and walked back to the room.

Two years of contact, this way of greeting, both sides have long been accustomed to, and Su Zimo knows that even if he speaks, Die Yue will not bother.

Su Zimo closed the door tightly and took out a sharp knife with a handle about a foot long from the corner. It was rusty on it, and it was useless for some time.

After groping for a long time, Su Zimo found another whetstone, sprinkled some water on it, gloomy face, cold eyes, sharpened the knife one after another.

It didn't take long for Su Zimo to think of something, and pushed the door out, looking at Die Yue in the courtyard, and said, "Miss Die, you rest early today. No matter what sound you hear at night, you must never leave the room. "

Die Yue was noncommittal, her expression indifferent.

For some reason, a weird thought suddenly appeared in Su Zimo's heart.

In terms of temperament and realm, the Dieyue in front of you is more like an immortal, floating out of the dust, and indifferent to everything. How can a true immortal get angry and hurt people because of a mortal's kneeling or not?

Of course, this thought flashed past, and Su Zimo didn't get it.

Su Zimo took out a jar of wine from the cellar in the yard, patted the mud seal, and sprinkled a little bit of strong wine along the way, which happened to lead to his room.

When he came to the door, Su Zimo released his hand, the wine jar fell to pieces, and the wine splashed everywhere, exuding a strong breath.

Die Yue watched the whole process in her eyes, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.

Su Zimo walked into the room, the door was not closed tightly, and it was hidden.

When he came to the corner, Su Zimo continued to sharpen his knife.

Tonight, doomed to restless.

Su Zimo is waiting.

Waiting for someone...

...

At night, the moon is dark and the wind is high.

A sneaky figure followed the high wall and sneaked into Su Zimo's mansion.

When it landed, the movement was a little louder, and the shadow rushed to the corner quickly, his skills were also agile.

After a while, the courtyard was quiet and there was no abnormality, and the black shadow stood up, and backhanded out a dagger with cold light from his waist.

Through the cold light of the dagger, one could vaguely recognize that this person was Zhou Dingyun who had entered the fairy gate with Shen Mengqi!

Zhou Dingyun is a master who must repay him. Originally, he was a little jealous of the Su family and he was jealous of Su Zimo's fame.

Now that Su Zimo has become a pariah, but he worships the fairy gate and soars into the sky, how can he easily spare Su Zimo?

What's more, as long as God kills Su Zimo unconsciously tonight, he will leave Pingyang Town with Mortal Canglang tomorrow.

Even if the Su family reacted, they would not dare to come to the door, otherwise the real person Canglang would be annihilated.

Zhou Dingyun didn't have much martial arts, but he was strong and physically strong.

After walking a few steps cautiously, Zhou Dingyun smelled a faint fragrance of wine, and when he swept his eyes, he saw a broken wine jar at the door of the room.

"Hey." Zhou Dingyun relaxed and said with a grinning smile: "After all, I haven't experienced the storm, and I still play the sorrow by borrowing wine. I am afraid that I am so drunk now. That's right, I will pick you up. Slowly torture you again!"

Zhou Dingyun swaggered to the door of the room, saw that the door was hidden, and looked inside through the crack of the door, only to see that there was a person lying on the bed, but the light was faint and it was not real.

Zhou Dingyun didn't think much, with a sullen face, he pushed the door open, and rushed in.

The alcohol in the room was heavier, Zhou Dingyun frowned, and gently touched the bed.

The moment Zhou Dingyun came to the bed, a shadow came out silently behind the door, like a ghost.

suddenly!

A cold light flashed in the darkness, and before he could react, Zhou Dingyun felt a slight coolness on his neck, a faint tingling, and a cold voice sounded in his ears.

"If you move, I will kill you!"

Suddenly, Zhou Dingyun's back burst into a chill, and the hairs all over his body stood up.

Even with great strength, Zhou Dingyun couldn't do anything.

He knew very well that what was hanging on his neck now was definitely a sharp weapon that could at least pierce his throat easily.

"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 terrible!

It was like a little bit of vitality passing away, but he could do nothing.

Caught off guard, Zhou Dingyun felt that his hair was suddenly forcibly pulled up, and he slammed back!

There was a tearing pain from the scalp, almost to be pulled off!

"what!"

Zhou Dingyun cried out in pain.

Under the stimulus of this severe pain and the threat of death from the sharp blade, Zhou Dingyun's legs softened, and with a plop, he knelt to the ground.

Zhou Dingyun never felt that death was so close to him.

"Look at who I am." The voice behind him resounded again, cold and gloomy, like a deadly ghost in the underground palace.

Zhou Dingyun maintained a weird posture, tilted his head back, tried to open his eyes wide, and looked up.

This look scared Zhou Dingyun to death.

In the darkness, Su Zimo's face was sullen, his brows were sullen, and there was a bit of scholarly Confucianism. His eyes were so bright that they seemed to be sharper than the sharp knife in his hand!

At this moment, Zhou Dingyun truly felt Su Zimo's killing intent and determination.

"Crap! Su Zimo lost his fame and became a pariah. He is really going to kill me."

"No, I have to worship the fairy gate, I can't die!"

Between the lightning and the flint, Zhou Dingyun's mind turned a thousand thoughts, and finally all turned into a strong desire to survive.

Zhou Dingyun trembled: "You, you can't kill me, real people know, you, you can't escape death..."

"Ha ha."

Su Zimo smiled and said, "I'm a fate now, and I'm about to take someone to bury me. It's really a coincidence. If you ran into it yourself, don't blame me."

Su Zimo's smile in the darkness fell in Zhou Dingyun's eyes, and it looked extremely terrifying.

The plain tone made Zhou Dingyun even more frightened.

"Crazy, Su Zimo is crazy!"

Before this thought fell, Zhou Dingyun felt the sharp knife in his throat move again.

There were bursts of tingling pain, Zhou Dingyun's mental breakdown instantly.

"Su, Second Young Master Su, please, spare my life, I will never do evil again."

"Second Young Master Su, I, Zhou Dingyun, swear to the sky that if I have the luck to worship the immortal gate in the future, I will never come to avenge you, otherwise I will die with arrows through my heart."

Su Zimo didn't say a word, just squinted his eyes and stared at Zhou Dingyun faintly.

This silence made Zhou Dingyun feel more panicked.

Zhou Dingyun couldn't figure out Su Zimo's thoughts at all.

I don't know how long it has passed. When Zhou Dingyun was almost desperate, he suddenly felt that his scalp loosened and the sharp knife on his neck slowly moved away.

"get out."

Su Zimo said coldly.

These two words are like fairy sounds, and Zhou Dingyun is like a pardon, and he crawls and escapes from the room.

Zhou Dingyun clutched the wound on his neck tightly with his palm, ran into the yard, gasping for breath.

After escaping from the dead, Zhou Dingyun gritted his teeth, and the evil thoughts in his heart rose again.

"Su Zimo is a scholar after all, just taking the upper hand, how capable can he be?"

Zhou Dingyun showed fierce light in his eyes and couldn't help but look back.

I saw Su Zimo standing at the door, dressed in a blue shirt, carrying a sharp knife in his right hand, his eyes were cold, his whole body was like a tiger, murderous!

With a little mockery in his eyes, he seemed to have seen through Zhou Dingyun's mind.

The evil thought that Zhou Dingyun had just raised disappeared in an instant.

Zhou Dingyun didn't know how deep the wound on his neck was, or whether Su Zimo had a back hand, no matter what, he didn't want to take any risks.

"It's not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years."

Zhou Dingyun thought so, and hurriedly fled from here.