Chapter 50 Silent Ghost Knocks on the Door in the middle of the night

Jiaxing in early winter is desolate and picturesque.

The council hall of the Cold Flower Palace is awe-inspiring.

Mei Zhixue sat dignifiedly on the marble stone chair in the center and accepted the salute of the disciples.

When she left in late autumn, Zhixue's heart was still full of uneasies; when she came back, she was already high and clear-minded.

This experience is hard to say; the road after that is unpredictable.

Since she has stood in this position, she went down calmly.

"Please rise... Master gave me the position of palace master before his death. Zhixue knows that his qualifications are very shallow and his ability is limited, and he will rely on you more in the future. Only by working together in the Cold Flower Palace can we always keep the foundation of the Cold Flower Palace forever!"

"Yes. The disciple must do his best and die!"

The neat ritualized sound raised an inadvertent smile at the corners of Zhixue's mouth.

Subsequently, Zhixue worshipped Mei Xinyi, held a ceremony to worship the ancestors of all dynasties, and officially took over the position of the Lord of the Lenghua Palace.

After finishing a series of procedures, it was evening. Without the slightest fatigue, Zhixue invited the masters to the hall for discussion.

The people around the customer hall, Mei Xinfeng, the owner of Meihua Embroidery Village, Mei Xintong, the owner of the Silhou Hall, Mei Xinhua, the owner of Zhengcong Hall, and Xiao Wu, the deputy owner of Zhengcong Hall, were all sitting in the living room with a dignified look. It's just that Mei Xinhua frowned and put her right hand against her heart, as if she was enduring great pain.

"What's wrong with Uncle Hua?" Zhixue asked.

"Because of the rebellious matter of Youyou, the owner of Huatang suddenly hurt his mind, which led to the recurrence of the old disease of heartache. He has been lying in bed for many days. Today, I can also participate in the grand ceremony of the palace lord..." Xiaowu said, which seemed to be humble.

Because of the leisurely and cold snowy teeth, as expected, Mei Xinfeng's face has been slightly white. Youyou is from her plum blossom embroidery village, which is naturally a very faceless thing.

The snow looked at Mei Xinhua.

Mei Xinhua nodded':

"My disease is really... useless..." After saying that, Mei Xinhua couldn't speak.

"Uncle Hua is seriously ill, so you must seek treatment from a famous doctor. Don't delay. Uncle Hua can cure the disease at ease during this period. Xiaowu, the deputy head of the hall, acts as his duty. Do you think it's okay? Zhixue asked.

Mei Xinhua nodded.

Zhixue ordered someone to help Mei Xinhua out and glanced at the small fog in the corners of his eyes. She is probably a little proud.

I didn't pay attention to her, and Zhixue said, "I called everyone here tonight to discuss leisurely things. I already received the news when I was in Meishan. I don't know what everyone thinks?"

"That rebel is a disciple of Meihuaxiuzhuang. I can't tolerate her making such a big mistake. I just hope that the palace owner can take us to Zizhu Villa. Once this rebel is caught, he will be severely punished by the palace rules. I, the landlord, am also to blame, and I also ask for punishment!" Mei Xinfeng said with pain.

It is said that Youyou is a very talented woman with an amazing embroidery. Uncle Feng, don't you regret it?"

's snow question.

"The more talented they are, the more self-respecting they are and dare to challenge the palace rules of the Cold Flower Palace! Even if it's a pity, how can I tolerate such a scum and ruin the reputation of the cold flower palace!"

Mei Xinfeng said coldly.

In Zhixue's impression, Mei Xinfeng is also a gentle person, not as arrogant and cold as Master, nor as serious and cautious as Mei Xintong. Thinking about it, she has been under too much pressure.

"What does Uncle Tong think?"

"I think we should be more cautious about this matter. From the exquisite incident to Youyou, it has only been more than a month. There must be a reason why such things have happened repeatedly in the palace. After the execution of Linglong, Youyou appeared. Even if we can capture Youyou and be sentenced to death, can we really control the hearts of our disciples? What's more, Youyou is now in Zizhu Villa. Although there are not many people in Zizhu Villa, it is also a famous and decent family in the martial arts. Moreover, Zizhu Villa has a great connection with Mingjian Villa. Again and again, I'm afraid it's not easy to catch Youyou alone..."

Mei Xintong said calmly.

"Doesn't the disciples of Jufangtang even have the ability to capture a rebel from Lenghua Palace?"

Small fog road. The voice is very soft, but the words are sharp and sarcastic.

The words were so mean that even the two elders Mei Xintong and Mei Xinhua felt unbearable and shook their heads slightly.

When the new palace owner takes office, he needs the respect of the disciples in the palace and the same heart.

"This is about discussing things. Please take care of yourself!"

Zhixue replied rudely and stared over with cold eyes.

"Jufangtang is not a problem that can't be done, just whether to do it or not, so what? Although it is a serious matter to catch Youyou, it is not related to the great cause of the Cold Flower Palace. What's more, uncle, do you really think Youyou deserves to die?

In a word, everyone was stunned.

Cut the mess with a quick knife. Since it is going to be said sooner or later, the situation is urgent, Zhixue decided to catch everyone off guard.

"According to the palace rules, Youyou should be executed. However, there is also some room for relaxation..."

Mei Xintong thought about the words.

She is actually quite a complainer about this palace rule. However, Mei's favorite is strong and old-fashioned. If the snow has the intention of abolishing this palace rule, she will naturally be happy to push the boat along the water.

"I don't agree!"

Unexpectedly, Mei Xinfeng was very determined: "This rebel has lost the face of Meihua Xiuzhuang. It should be executed. I won't plead for this rebel. Moreover, our palace rules have gone through hundreds of generations and should not be easily abolished.

"If the disciples are convinced and unconvinced by this rule, and if there are repeated prohibitions, is there something debatable about this ban itself?" Mei Xintong said slowly.

"Master Tongtang, maybe the management of Lenghua Palace itself is too lax. The palace rules will be abolished if they can't be banned. So, the disciples who have just come in also complained about the training of the silhouette hall. Should the silhouette hall relax the requirements or abandon the punishment? I think we should rectify the palace rules now, and we should be executed to set an example!" Small fog road.

Snow eyebrows raised:

"If you can't be wary of the exquisite death, how much blood does the palace rules of the Cold Flower Palace need to defend? Ladies and gentlemen, that's all for today. I hope you can think about it when you go back. Maybe we can come up with a more reasonable solution.

The voice of Snow is very light, but with a faint alienation and majesty, it makes everyone feel pressure.

The sound of the stalks, the night is getting darker and darker, and the dew is slightly heavy. The night was foggy and hazy.

It's not very far from the council hall of the Cold Flower Palace to the residence of the small fog in the Zhengcong Hall, but she still walked for a long time.

There should have been a clean gravel road cleaned by someone, and there were always some weeds that tripped her feet. The dew has wet his trousers, and Xiaowu looks depressed.

Mei Xinhua is seriously ill and has no chance of recovery. Today, she took the position of the head of the church, and the position of the head of the hall will fall to her name as it should be in the future. However, she still has no happiness.

Among the disciples of this generation, she and Mei Zhixue are the best. However, the gap is so big...

There is no interest...

The kerosene lamp in the room flashed with a slightly weak pale golden light, and the fog was very surprised.

Is there someone in my room?

A arrow rushed into the room, but the moment she pushed the door, the light went out...

Is it wrong?

Little fog, close the door. Just as I was about to take out the flint to light the light, the kerosene lamp in front of me turned on again...

There was a slight light, but I didn't see anyone.

"Who is in the house?"

Little fog asks.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time..."

The familiar voice made her body tremble, but she was forced to calm down.

"Who are you? Don't pretend to be a ghost..."

The window in the room opened, and a cold wind blew in from the window. The candlelight swayed, and the dreamlike scene gave birth to fear in the heart of the little fog.

A long sigh:

"You don't even remember me?"

The memory is getting clearer and clearer, and the fear is overwhelming, and the consciousness is a little confused...

is his voice, it's him. The handsome and vigorous man, the only man she fell in love with and brought her endless pain.

Is he back? Come and find yourself?

No, he is dead.

She saw his bloody sword inserted in his chest, and the dark red blood stained him in white, but his expression was still calm. For the sake of that woman, he had no regrets and no regrets!

Why did he die?

In fact, he can't die. He doesn't know the news that Linglong was arrested, and he doesn't know that Linglong won't be executed...

She designed everything, lured him over, and then used Zhixue's hand to force him to death...

He is a resentful soul. Did he come to her?

"No..." Xiaowu staggered a step: "No, who are you? Aren't you dead? Don't pretend to be a ghost, you come out..."

A figure flashed out of the screen and stood behind the light shadow, which seemed to be real.

A white outfit, spotless. Jade crown hair, sword eyebrows and star eyes.

"Do you think of me?"

The man's mouth has a shallow smile.

"Are you still alive?"

Xiaowu opened her eyes and looked at the people in front of her. Her dry trembling and fear stimulated every nerve of her.

"No, I'm dead... However, my death is so painful. The blood keeps flowing out of my heart. Even if I die, it's hard to be safe... The king of hell said that I died unjustly and said that he could let me come back to find the truth, so that I can rest in peace... Xiaowu, you know how painful I am?"

"Ah..."

zhi Xue's voice made a muffled sound, completely unknown.

"Xiao Wu, I regard you as my sister, and I don't want to reveal you until I die. Mei Zhixue reminded me that I didn't believe it. I didn't expect that you wrote to me to kill me... Why did you do this? Ah? Say, why?"

The man walked into the fog step by step.

Xiaowu yearned back in horror, but suddenly fell to the ground.

"Don't come over, yes, stop, I tell you, I said..." Xiaowu looked frightened and sad: "I don't want you to die. I like you, I like you so much. I know you are so kind to me. No one in the world has ever been so kind to me as you. Therefore, I like that you can treat me well for a lifetime. I hope the person you love most is me... However, you like her, like to see her laugh, listen to her talk, and like to be with her, not me!" Tears filled the eyes of the fog: "Why? Why, you don't love me... I'm smarter, more beautiful, careful, and better than her... I'm not as good as her. Why don't you love me?"

"Even if I fall in love with her, I don't look at you as my sister. There's nothing wrong with you..." The man said in a low voice.

"No, that's different. I want you to love me the most and only love me. Why, you don't fall in love with me. If you love me, you won't die..." Xiaowu's voice was sad.

"You are too possessive, so I can't love you. Because you can't get it, are you going to kill someone?"

"Others can't think of what I can't get... Ha ha, why can I get it, Linglong can have it..." Xiaowu was crazy: "You don't know how much this matter is good for me... Linglong's matter was exposed. The silly girl Mei Niang openly competed with the palace owner in order to save her, and Mei Zhixue , she also pleaded for Linglong. In fact, it's almost a little, and I will begone of her... Unfortunately, the palace owner prefers them too much. However, I still became the vice-master... Ha ha, I killed people and got so much. Am I wrong? Haha..."

Xiaowu's laughter is cold and horrible: "It's so difficult to live here, it's so difficult... I can't help but catch a little bit of the only thing..."

"Your heart is like a snake and a scorpion! Aren't you afraid of retribution?

The man said harshly.

Sitting on the ground, the little fog shook his head:

"What is retribution? Aren't you innocent? Don't you feel that you died unjustly? Why did so many people die unjustly? So many evil people are still blessed and long-lived. What are you afraid of?

He took two steps slowly, and the man's face was gloomy.

There is a gust of wind, and the candlelight is flashing.

"Are you going to kill me? Is this retribution?"

Little fog seems to be stupid.

"Aren't you afraid of death?"

"Will you let me go? The murderer died with the sword and has been walking around the world for so many years..." Xiaowu raised his head and shook his head slightly.

The man clenched his fist tightly. If vision can kill people, then Xiaowu has died hundreds of thousands of times. However, I can't.

"I can't live to kill you. Why did I kill you?"

"You really won't kill me?"

The dull eyes of the fog flashed brightly in an instant.

"If you promise me a few things, I won't kill you..."

The man's voice is erratic.

Little fog looks happy:

"You said, whatever you say, I promise whatever you say..."