Chapter 2: Mysterious woman

This blow completely subverted Su Zimo's concept of the whole world. It turned out that there are immortals in this world, and the power of an immortal can be above the great power, not to mention the Bixia Palace behind it.
Losing his name is nothing to Su Zimo, but he was accompanied by 'Following the Wind' from an early age. In his eyes, 'Following the Wind' is no longer a horse, but more like a relative.
Before long, Su Zimo came to his mansion.
This mansion is small and very deserted. There are only a few rooms, and it was Su Zimo's twelve-year-old talent when he was a high school student. His elder brother Su Hong gave him a gift.
Su Zimo, holding the ashes of 'Following the Wind', came to a peach tree in the middle of the yard and buried it.
"Follow the wind, this peach tree was planted by my own hands, and you will be partners in the future. One day, I will sprinkle the blood of that Canglang real person on your ashes!"
There was a little bloodshot in Su Zimo's eyes, and he stood by the peach tree for a long time before turning slowly.
This turn, Su Zimo saw a person.
It was a woman in a blood-red robe. She was extremely beautiful, not charming, not gorgeous, and not applying pink daisies, as if the person came out of the painting.
Su Zimo once sighed that the words of the ancients, the hibiscus from the clear water, the natural decoration, presumably this is the case.
Qing Li's unremarkable face, but she was wearing a red robe that was not bloody, but this contrast formed a unique temperament on her.
Two years ago, Su Zimo returned home and saw that the woman was unconscious near the Canglang Mountains. She was worried that she would be eaten by beasts, and she was brought back.
It didn't take long for her to arrive at the mansion, and the woman in the red robe woke up. It didn't seem to matter, but she could not say anything even if Su Zimo asked her name and place of residence.
The woman in the red robe lived here for two years, and Su Zimo never drove her away.
This mansion is not assigned, and Su Zimo is not used to being served, and he takes care of all three meals a day.
In his opinion, one more person is nothing, but multiple rations.
For two years, each time Su Zimo was ready to eat, he took out a copy to the door of the woman in the red robe, knocked on the door, and left.
The woman in the red robe rarely showed up. Su Zimo never saw her out of the mansion. The conversation between the two did not exceed five sentences.
Not to mention the people in Pingyang Town, not even Sufu knew her existence.
The woman is called Yueyue, with a lonely temperament and few words. Su Zimo's understanding of her is limited to this.
Su Zimo didn't know when Dieyue was standing behind him, but today, Dieyue's look at him was strange and indescribable.
Su Zimo nodded at her and walked back to the room.
Two years of contact, this way of greeting, the two sides have long been accustomed to, and Su Zimo knows that he just spoke, Butterfly Yue will not bother.
Su Zimo closed the door tightly, and found a sharp knife about a foot long from the corner, rusty on it, and it didn't take long.
Su Zimo groped for a long time, and found another whetstone, sprinkled some water, his face was somber, his eyes were cold, and he sharpened the knife.
It didn't take long for Su Zimo to think of something and pushed out the door, watching the butterfly Yue in the courtyard and said, "Girl butterfly, you take a rest today, no matter what sound you hear at night, you must never leave the room. "
Butterfly Moon was undecided and looked indifferent.
Somehow, Su Zimo's mind suddenly emerged with a weird idea.
If you talk about temperament and realm, the butterfly moon in front of you is more like an immortal, flowing away from the dust, and indifferent in all things. How can a real immortal be moved by a mortal's kneeling or not, and hurt her?
Of course, this idea flashed through, and Su Zimo didn't take it into his heart.
Su Zimo scooped out an altar wine from the cellar in the yard, patted the mud seal, and deliberately spilled a few spirits along the way, leading to his room.
At the door, Su Zimo let go of his hand, the wine jar fell and shattered, and the wine splashed, exuding a strong breath.
Dieyue looked at the whole process, and there was a slight smile on the corner of her mouth.
Su Zimo walked into the room, and the door was not closed tightly, and he hid.
When he came to the corner, Su Zimo continued sharpening his knife.
Tonight, doomed.
Su Zimo is waiting.
Wait for someone ...
...
At night, the moon is dark and the wind is high.
A sneaky figure walked down the high wall and slipped into Su Zimo's mansion.
When landing, the movement was slightly larger, and the dark shadow quickly rushed into the corner, and his hands were also agile.
After half a ring, the courtyard was quiet and there was no abnormality. Hei Ying stood up and found a cold-blinking dagger from his waist with his backhand.
Through the cold light of the dagger, it can be discerned that this person is Zhou Dingyun who worshiped Xianmen together with Shen Mengqi!
Zhou Dingyun is a master who must report. Originally, he still had some fear of Su's family, and care about Su Zimo's fame.
Now that Su Zimo has become a pariah, but he worshipped at Xianmen and flew into the sky, how could he easily spare Su Zimo?
What's more, as long as Su Zimo is killed by the gods without knowing it tonight, he will leave Pingyang Town with Canglang Real People tomorrow.
Even if the Su family reacted, they didn't dare to come to the door, otherwise Canglang's real anger would be a disaster for the clan.
Zhou Dingyun doesn't have much martial arts, but he is strong and strong, and thinks that it is not a problem to settle a weak scholar.
After taking a few steps carefully, Zhou Dingyun smelled a faint scent of wine. When he looked away, he saw a broken wine jar at the door of the room.
"Hey." Zhou Dingyun calmed down and sneered: "Did I have not experienced the storm, but I also played with alcohol and sorrow. I'm afraid I'm drunk. So right, Lao Tzu will break your muscles. Slowly torture you again! "
Zhou Dingyun came to the door of the room with a big swing. When the door was hidden, he looked in through the gap in the door, and saw that there was a person lying on the bed, but the light was faint.
Zhou Dingyun didn't think much about it, his face was sloppy, he pushed the door open, and rushed in.
The alcohol in the room was even heavier. Zhou Dingyun frowned, and gently touched the bedside.
As soon as Zhou Dingyun came to the bedside, a shadow came out quietly behind the door, like a ghost.
suddenly!
A cold light flashed in the darkness, and before responding, Zhou Dingyun felt a slight cold on his neck, a tingling tingle, and a cold voice sounded in his ear.
"Every move, I'll kill you!"
All of a sudden, Zhou Dingyun's back blew a chill, and his sweaty hairs were erected.
Even with a lot of strength in his body, Zhou Dingyun couldn't make a difference.
He knew very well that there was definitely a sharp weapon hanging around his neck that could at least easily pierce his throat.
"You, you, who are you?"
Zhou Dingyun panicked. He felt his throat seemed to have been pierced, and the warm liquid was sliding down his neck into his chest.
This feeling is scary!
It's like the vitality is passing away a little bit, but he is powerless.
Suddenly caught, Zhou Dingyun felt that her hair was suddenly pulled up forcibly, and she yanked back!
There was a tear-like pain in the scalp and it was almost pulled away!
"what!"
Zhou Dingyun exclaimed.
Under the threat of severe pain and the threat of sharp blade death, Zhou Dingyun's legs softened, thumped, and fell to his knees.
Zhou Dingyun never felt that death was so close to him.
"Look at who I am." The voice behind him sounded again, cold and gloomy, like a commanding ghost in the local government.
Zhou Dingyun maintained a weird posture, leaned his head back, opened his eyes wide, and looked up.
Seeing this, Zhou Dingyun was scared away.
In the darkness, Su Zimo's face was somber, with shame between his eyebrows, where there was a bit of Confucianism in his eyes, his eyes were scary, his eyes seemed sharper than the sharp knife in his hand!
At this moment, Zhou Dingyun really felt Su Zimo's intention and determination.
"Well! Su Zimo lost his name and became a pariah. He really wanted to kill me."
"No, I have to worship Xianmen, I can't die!"
Between lightning and flint, Zhou Dingyun's thoughts turned into thousands of thoughts, and finally all turned into a strong desire for survival.
Zhou Dingyun trembled: "You, you can't kill me, the real person knows that you, you can't escape to death ..."
"Ha ha."
Su Zimo laughed: "I'm a cheap man now, and I'm about to take a personal funeral. It's a coincidence that you bumped yourself, don't blame me."
Su Zimo's smile in the dark fell in Zhou Dingyun's eyes, and looked extremely terrifying.
Zhou Dingyun's heart was more frightened by the plain tone.
"Crazy, Su Zimo is crazy!"
The thought did not fall, Zhou Dingyun felt that the sharp knife in his throat moved again.
After bursts of tingling came, Zhou Dingyun's spirit collapsed instantly.
"Sue, son Er, please, please forgive me, I will never do evil again."
"Second Son, I Zhou Dingyun swears to heaven, if in the future, if she happens to worship Xianmen, she will never come to avenge you, otherwise you will be slain."
Su Zimo said nothing, but squinted his eyes and stared at Zhou Dingyun quietly.
This silence made Zhou Dingyun's heart more panic.
Zhou Dingyun could not understand Su Zimo's mind at all.
I don't know how long, just when Zhou Dingyun was almost desperate, he suddenly felt that his scalp was loose and the sharp knife on his neck was slowly moving away.
"go away."
Su Zimo said coldly.
These two words are like fairy sounds. Zhou Dingyun escaped from the room like a pardon.
Zhou Dingyun's palm clutched the wound on his neck and ran to the yard, breathing heavily.
After escaping from the dead, Zhou Dingyun gritted his teeth, and his evil thoughts rose again.
"Su Zimo is a scholar, after all, but he has taken the lead. How capable can he be?"
Zhou Dingyun looked fierce and couldn't help looking back.
I saw Su Zimo standing at the door, hitting a blue shirt, holding a long sharp knife in his right hand, his eyes were cold, and the whole person seemed to be a tiger eater, showing his murderous spirit!
That look with a bit of mockery, seemed to have seen through Zhou Dingyun's mind.
The thoughts that Zhou Dingyun had just raised disappeared instantly.
Zhou Dingyun didn't know how deep the wound on his neck was, and he didn't know if Su Zimo had a backhand, no matter what, he didn't want to take any more risks.
"The gentleman revenge, it is not too late in ten years."
Zhou Dingyun thought so, and fled here hurriedly.