Xia Weifeng's hand holding the dagger trembled slightly, and his expression changed drastically. Apparently, after Yu Qingfeng's words of advice, he finally realized that something was wrong.

"Ding Xiyao, Ding Xiyao was in the tomb. Suddenly, she got angry and stabbed with her sword on the wall... But it was obviously her father's tomb, how could she be so disrespectful?"

"Yes, the reason why Ding Xiyao pretended to be angry and stabbed the heads of those animals was to verify her speculation. She is the same as me. Oh no, it should be said that she preceded me for a long, long time, or her mother preceded me.

This conjecture was already reached twenty years ago.”

Xia Feitao's pupils were shaking, the back of his neck was wound up, and his head kept shaking.

"Impossible, impossible, Ding Xiyao is Wu Xinyou's apprentice, how could she be?"

Regarding the explanation of this matter, Yu Qingfeng thought it would be better to let Ding Xiyao explain it herself.

If she were a screenwriter, this would be the highlight moment for the heroine Ding Xiyao, and she would be given the opportunity to play the leading role as a matter of course.

Yu Qingfeng took a deep breath and said solemnly: "Ding Xiyao, Xiyao, Yao."

Xia Feitao's eyes widened and he had no idea what Yu Qingfeng was talking about.

Before he could react, Ding Xiyao appeared in front of him in an instant, as if falling from the sky.

When Ding Xiyao stood still, the curtains on the bed had not yet completely fallen.

"You, you have been hiding... you, you have long been..."

Xia Weifeng's neck felt cold. When he looked down, he realized that his neck was close to the edge of the sword in Ding Xiyao's hand.

Ding Xiyao was indeed a master. Neither Xia Weifeng nor Yu Qingfeng saw her movements clearly and had no time to react.

Ding Xiyao turned around and smiled at Yu Qingfeng, "I'll just tell you, I will definitely keep you safe. Also, your password is really, really special enough."

"It's special enough to be used as a secret code." Yu Qingfeng smiled.

The dagger in Xia Weifeng's hand fell to the ground, and he fell backwards, sitting on the ground. Despite his series of actions, Ding Xiyao's sword edge cut the skin of his neck.

"How could it be? How could it be? Wu Xinyou clearly wrote to me, telling me that since you were five years old, for fifteen years, you have been asking about the identity of his enemy. You only want to practice martial arts hard and avenge your father in the future."

Ding Xiyao had tears in her eyes, but she didn't hold back at all, she was magnanimous and arrogant.

"Can't you think of it? My mother has long suspected that Wu Xinyou and Xia Weifeng were colluding. If she hadn't had a difficult labor when giving birth to me because of my father's untimely death, leaving behind the root of the disease, and died young, she would not have found out the truth and worked for me.

Father Zhaoxue’s mission was entrusted to me.”

Xia Weifeng's face was twisted, his tongue was tied, and he asked vaguely: "You, you are five, five years old..."

"That's right, thanks to the two sinners, your father and Wu Xinyou, I already knew that I had a blood feud at the age of five, and I knew what it means to endure hardships, endure humiliation, hide one's strength and bide one's time, lurking around the enemy to collect evidence, and when I am full-fledged, I can do it in one fell swoop.

revenge!"

Xia Weifeng burst into tears, hunched her neck and begged for mercy, "Don't, don't kill me, don't...it was my father and Wu Xinyou who killed your father, not me, don't kill me..."

"Hmph, if I wanted to kill you, I had plenty of opportunities before. I didn't kill you before, and I won't do it now. So what if I kill my enemy with my own hands? What I want is for the world to know the heinous crimes of Xia Weifeng and Wu Xinyou, and for my father to be cleared of his name!"

Yu Qingfeng opened the window and said hello: "Masters, please come in."

Soon, the door opened, and Pei Wuyan, Lin Ming, Lian Shurong, Du Huanmo, Zhang Zhixian, and Taoist Priest Jue Juezi entered the room one after another, surrounding Xia Feitao.

Du Huanmo was the most active and expressive, and was the first to add insult to injury.

"Master Xia, your people left secretly. I had already sent people to follow you. I was still wondering what your intention was. But I didn't expect that you were going to the suburbs to prepare firewood to destroy the corpses and make the ghosts of Miss Yu and Ding Chuanzong live forever.

Aren’t you allowed to be reincarnated?”

Xia Feitao's teeth chattered and he couldn't say a word.

Pei Wuyan joked: "It turns out that Xia Weifeng died of illness in the fifth year after he framed Ding Chuanzong. This is what good is rewarded with good, and evil is rewarded with evil. No wonder your mother wants to find a Taoist master to save her, she also knows your father

His sins are so serious, I'm afraid he will be thrown into the eighteenth level of hell and never be reincarnated."

Lin Ming changed his vague hostility towards Pei Wuyan not long ago and agreed:

"Sure enough, sinful people believe more in the theory of reincarnation of ghosts and gods, and are more willing to believe in their existence than in their non-existence. Your family is like this, so you dare not really bury Ding Chuanzong's body. You clearly know the excuse for revenge.

The theory is nonsense, but even if there is a one in 10,000 possibility, you are not willing to take the risk. That’s why I was buried in an empty coffin.”

Lian Shurong gloated at Xia Feitao, who was surrounded by people and sitting on the ground with all his thoughts lost, and said while laughing:

"It's precisely because your father told you that Wu Xinyou is a charlatan. When Taoist Master Jue Juezi said that Wu Xinyou was a liar who deceived the world and stole his reputation, you unconsciously tended to believe Jue Juezi. And what I said,

Only when it concerns you or the people you care about, you would rather trust them than trust them. So you will trust Jue Juezi more."

"Jue Juezi," Pei Wuyan stared at Yu Qingfeng with a smile, "The name you gave me is really..."

Yu Qingfeng tilted her head proudly and almost made a hand gesture with scissors. She finished this sentence for Pei Wuyan in her heart: Jue Juezi, my name is just like my routine, Jue Juezi!

"You, you have been acting." Xia Feitao turned his head and looked around the circle of people around him, "You have designed a trap and are just waiting for me to jump down. Even this trick is..."

"I've said it before, this old man is a charlatan," Ding Xiyao blinked her left eye at Juezi, "Old man, you did a pretty good job. I'm in a good mood. I'll give you another ten taels of silver."

"Oh, oh, that's such a good relationship," Jue Juezi changed his previous fairy-like and upright demeanor and smiled playfully like a businessman facing a big customer. "Thank you, girl, thank you all! You all have trained me so well."

Okay, I would like to thank you all."

Ding Xiyao turned to face Pei Wuyan, "Master Pei, don't get me wrong. The price you negotiated with him is yours. I will pay for the extra ten taels of silver."

"Huh, what are you saying about becoming the first female official of Dali Temple, telling the truth on the opening day and becoming famous all over the world? What about being possessed by Ding Chuanzong's ghost, and being manipulated to seek revenge on your enemies in seven days? Two adults.

Pretending to be happy with one person at the same time, care will lead to chaos; doing things to make Yu Qingfeng alone; all are lies to force me to do it myself. You guys acted so sincerely, and you were really willing to go out of your way to use a woman as bait.

, aren’t you worried that even if it’s a moment late, will she really be killed by me?”

"Even now, you still don't give up. Is this your way of sowing discord - a desperate struggle?" Yu Qingfeng asked with a sneer.


Chapter completed!