Chapter 291

Hua Zhiqiu's plan was laid out in the open, without any intention of hiding it from the three Li Miao.

Rather, he deliberately wanted the three to see his plan clearly, so that they would know the difficulties and retreat.

After all, the Embroidered Uniform Guard stationed in the Kongming Sect was just a platoon leader, he could borrow the "momentum" of the Embroidered Uniform Guard, but he couldn't borrow the "power" of the Embroidered Uniform Guard for a while.

So when Gao Anyu spoke eagerly and Cao Hanyan sighed and shook his head, a satisfied smile appeared on his face, fully believing that his plan had succeeded.

It was just that after a while, his face darkened again.

Because Cao Hanyan and Gao Anyu's steps forward only stopped for a moment, and then stepped forward again.

Moreover, just now the two had tried their best to control the weight of their hands, almost not leaving many irreparable injuries on the Kongming Sect disciples.

But now—they seemed to no longer hold back.

Cao Hanyan's eyes had narrowed, his long knife forced to the top of the person in front of him, slashing at the long sword with heavy force.

Clang—

That person, however, widened his eyes in disbelief.

Cao Hanyan's internal energy was far superior to his, and he had already prepared to be slashed into a stagger. But this knife didn't even shake his wrist.

He looked at Cao Hanyan in confusion, shocked.

Cao Hanyan's eyes had changed.

The long knife flipped on the sword body, suddenly slashed horizontally! The blade slashed a string of sparks on the sword body, broke the hilt, and cut off the palm together!

"Ah uh!"

The scream hadn't been made yet, but was cut off by the knife Cao Hanyan slashed into his shoulder. The disciple fell softly, blood gushing out.

Cao Hanyan didn't stop, the hilt of the knife knocked on the other person's temple, knocking down another person.

If it were Cao Hanyan before meeting Li Miao, he probably wouldn't have been able to make a heavy move. But after the three matters of Xue Bangzhu, the Kongming Sect disciples killing for merit, and the "Meteor," he already understood—

Unconditional "goodness" is also "evil." Being too entangled in the propriety of the process often leads the result to an irreparable abyss.

Hua Zhiqiu didn't know what an absurd move he had made. The Kongming Sect was destined to be wiped out, there was no need to question this.

Now that he beat the Kongming Sect so miserably and made Li Miao look so comfortable, it would instead save the lives of more innocent disciples in the Kongming Sect.

That's right, even at this time, Cao Hanyan was still considering the disciples who were pointing their swords at him.

But Gao Anyu on the other side was different.

Seeing Cao Hanyan finally let go and kill, a smile immediately appeared on his face.

Just now he wasn't as soft-hearted as Cao Hanyan, and the reason he kept holding back was out of consideration for Cao Hanyan's mood. But now Cao Hanyan had made a heavy move, so he didn't need to have any more concerns!

Clang!

The black ruler left his hand, inserted into one person's shoulder, and after passing through the flesh, the remaining force didn't decrease, hitting another person, stringing three people together in a row.

The Kongming Sect disciples surrounding him showed surprise.

"His weapon is gone!"

"Quickly take his weapon away, don't let him take it back!"

Just now Gao Anyu held the black ruler and knocked their weapons to pieces, and then rolled the fragments and splashed them on their bodies, which undoubtedly gave them quite a bit of fear, and they were timid when fighting, not even daring to fight Gao Anyu head-on.

But now Gao Anyu had taken the initiative to throw away the black ruler, so they surrounded him again.

Gao Anyu grinned, moved his feet into a T-shape, clenched his fists with both hands, one raised to his waist, one held in front of his eyes. He recited the formula Li Miao taught him, and his internal energy slowly vibrated in his meridians.

Dodging the long sword stabbing at his face, Gao Anyu's soft punch printed on the other party's chest.

No blood splashing, no broken bones, not even a trace of sound.

In just an instant, this person became a corpse.

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"That's right... that's right, this is it!"

"It's this fan!"

Zheng Yi took down the silk fan tremblingly, held it carefully in her hand, and just by looking at it, she was absolutely certain that this was the fan from back then.

But she didn't have the joy of finding an old object now, but became more and more silent.

Back then, people from Yingzhou killed their way to the door, and her mother blocked them, letting her escape. She drilled into the water and swam for several miles before daring to go ashore, hiding in the nearby reed marshes.

After waiting for half a month before trying to go back to investigate the situation, she discovered that her mother had disappeared, and the ground was full of black blood stains. The house had been burned to the ground, along with all the items, becoming a pile of ashes.

But why, would this fan appear in front of her now?

In the time between her escape and her return, the only people who had time to take this fan were her mother and the Yingzhou sect member who chased after them.

And the only person who knew she could recognize this fan was her mother.

The murderer who killed Long Haifeng and Xue Bangzhu, it could almost be determined, was her mother—Zheng Tong.

But, why?

Since the people of Yingzhou couldn't kill her mother back then, why didn't she come back to find her?

Why did she hunt down Penglai fellow sect members, and why did she tell her the clues of the fellow sect members, leading her to search for these victims everywhere?

Why did she lie to her... to go to Yingzhou for revenge?

Thousands of thoughts surged into her heart for a while, difficult to resolve, and difficult to speak.

All the original perceptions were overturned, the hatred, companions, and enemies she thought she had were all her mother's calculations. The truth she sought was from beginning to end a big net woven by her mother, trapping her firmly inside.

Since she left this fan, it meant she didn't want to meet her directly. She couldn't even take a look, or ask a question.

But what should she do?

The hatred with Yingzhou was no longer valid, and the affection with Penglai fellow sect members had turned into hatred, and if she continued to investigate, she didn't know how many more fellow sect members would die at her mother's hands.

Where should she go?

Thoughts were chaotic, and just when she didn't know what to do, suddenly a heroic, lazy face with a playful smile appeared in her mind.

Then more pictures emerged.

Li Miao leaned against a tree and said with a smile.

"Xiao Yizi, look at you, in a hurry again."

Li Miao grabbed Zheng Ming's head and smashed it into the ground.

"What kind of Yingzhou, what kind of kinship! I walk my own path, kill those who block the way, die those who block the way!"

Li Miao stood in the cave and threw the book Xue Bangzhu left behind to her.

"Extreme wisdom will be hurt, deep love will not last long. Since you practice martial arts, don't learn those literary scholars, doing things that are sad about spring and autumn all day long."

"Since you are a martial artist, whether it is a giant rock or a deep stream in front, or love and hate, you must split it open with your own fists. If there is no road, split a road with your fists."

"Always thinking about taking a detour is an insult to Wu Gong."

Zheng Yi let out a long breath, reached out and gripped the hilt of the sword, pursed her lips, and the corners of her mouth curved into an imperceptible arc.

She put the broken fan into her bosom, looked around, carved a sentence on the tree with her sword, and turned and left without any hesitation.