When they arrived at the shore, Gongsun Ji smiled and said to Yin Zhao, "Wu Yun Changlong", turned the bow of the boat, and rowed gently like a sailor in his dream. At this stage, they did not hide anything from each other. The reason why Gongsun Ji provided Yin Zhao with two canopies was simply because he needed Yin Zhao to be a scapegoat for him - let him go to the thunder first, preferably to cause some substantial losses to the Yin clan and delay time as long as possible. The longer Yin Zhao made a fuss on Zhongnan Mountain, the more beneficial it would be for Pei Guo. They could take this opportunity to make a big deal of military affairs and set up ambush at various clever checkpoints. When the Yin clan army really arrived... they fought for him to death.

Watching Gongsun Ji's figure gradually disappear into the fog, Yin Zhao breathed a sigh of relief inexplicably, as if a big stone in his heart had been put down suddenly. It was quite ugly. After Yin Zhao's mood calmed down, there was a despicable secret joy in his heart... At least before his death, Yin Xian had not become someone else's wife, and was still a pure and flawless girl, and had never been possessed by anyone.

Deep down, he felt that he was not as good as Gongsun Ji, and this kind of inferiority for better people... I think some readers should understand it. Perhaps people with different abilities had already decided at the moment of their birth, and it could not be changed by later efforts. For Yin Zhao now, it is actually quite good that the girl he loved will eventually remain virgin and leave the world...

Although she did not possess her by herself, at least she had not been truly possessed by anyone.

...

"The god of death is right now, so am I starting to think about it..." I realized that my thoughts were changing to a despicable person who was unforgivable, Yin Zhao hurriedly shook his head, slapped himself twice, woke up, and said to himself, "No... Even for the last half day, I will live it upright and just like a person!"

The determination was settled. At that moment, the anger of revenge and the righteousness buried in his heart had finally surpassed cowardice. If he died, he would die. From the beginning, he would have been just a little beggar with nothing. If Yin Xian had not taken it in kindly, he might not have lived in that cold winter... Everything he had and enjoyed now was a great gift. The so-called "I am lucky to get it, but I am lost." Now, for Yin Xian, even if he had to hand over his life together... what's wrong?!

Yin Zhao clenched the two canopy hidden weapons in his hand tightly, gritted his teeth, took a deep breath, and then took a step and walked towards Zhongnan Mountain.

In this season, the mountain road is very slippery, almost a state of taking three steps and taking one step back... But Yin Zhao did not have any complaints at all. Instead, he focused his attention and moved every step towards the top of the mountain little by little. This may be the last time he took this road in his life. Even a reckless man like Yin Zhao hopes to walk well, walk slowly, and leave a slightly better memory for himself as much as possible. Just as the last meal of a death row prisoner before his death is often the most abundant, the dead are the greatest, at least at the last moment... it is not too much to make people feel happy?

With this idea, Yin Zhao stepped on the soft road made of sycamore leaves step by step with his trembling legs, feeling the gentle touch on his feet with his heart. Looking at the golden ground, the mountain road is as clear as glass gold under its embellishment, which is so beautiful. In the wind, there will still be fiery red maple leaves falling slowly, gently sprinkling on Yin Zhao's shoulders and feet, gentle but not without tragic, as if a

A falling, broken dream.

There is a saying that fake flowers are more beautiful, more beautiful, and more ornamental than real flowers. As long as the technology is right, they can even emit a pleasant fragrance, which is not inferior to real flowers. The only thing that fakes are worse than real flowers is that they will not wither.

Withering and death are undoubtedly beautiful, because they truly give life a beautiful meaning.

Yin Zhao did not climb up step by step from the stone road at the foot of the mountain because he knew that Han Quanzi's tea room was open at the entrance of the mountain gate. If he wanted to enter the Yin clan sect, that small tea room could not be avoided... He didn't want Han Quanzi to know that Yin Xian was dead, and he didn't want others to share this kind of sadness that belonged to him alone.

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Although the best strategy now is to go to Mr. Hanquan and tell him the whole story of Yin Xian's murder in Peiguo. Hanquanzi is usually rejected by Yin clan, and is not incompatible with Yin Zihan, and has a lot of interactions with Yin Xian. In this way, it is inevitable that he will feel uneasy and may even leave to ask Yin Zihan for an explanation... Even if the Yin clan looks down on him, he cannot ignore the fact that he is Yin Xi's eldest disciple, let alone his own Taoism is also very high. If he really fights... Yin Zihan may not be his opponent.

In the end, even if there is no substantial punishment for the Yin clan, it may force Yin Zihan to let go, apologize to the dead Yin Xian, and give her a decent ritual, and then be buried. Although it is better than nothing,... this is already the one with the highest probability of success and the lowest probability of casualties among all Yin Zhao's options. At the same time, if this move is really successful, it may also cause the Yin clan's authority to be severely damaged and take a step back.

But he didn't.

For some reason, Yin Zhao lost his calm judgment in the past and was almost stubborn. He always regarded revenge for Yin Xian as his own business. If he gave in to such a principled issue, everything he insisted on would lose its meaning.

Furthermore, he did not want Han Quanzi to be confused by desire again, destroying the hundreds of years of pure heart practice, and turning into a revenge that was of little value to him.

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There is a slightly shorter wall at the south entrance of the Yin clan. The wall itself has been disrepaired and many bricks have been loose, but no one cares. Since there is a three-story library opposite the wall, and the Yin clan now has a nouveau riche from top to bottom. Basically, no one will come here to read books. Over time, it has become a deserted place. The weeds outside grow as high as people's knees, and no one will come to prune them... Similarly, you can't expect anyone to repair the wall. Anyway, this is Mount Zhongnan, and ordinary thieves can't come up, so what's the need to repair it?

Little do they know that it is difficult to guard against the thieves in the family. Yin Zhao has been here for a few years and said that he is half a thief... he has no sense of incongruity at all. Because he is incompatible with the descendants of the Yin clan, in his spare time, Yin Zhao will come to this library to read the books of sages and understand his experience. After a while, he knows the situation of this place as he stands under the wall, climbs his hands and jumps, and enters the Yin clan with a noble place.

Looking down, a decadent and gorgeous empire is fully displayed.

Having said that, on weekdays, there are usually few idle people in the Yin clan, and even real people in the clan are not common, which is more common than other people.

The descendants of immortals are all very different.

Originally, cultivating immortality is about being a "clear and inaction". They eat some light tofu and cook rice every day, drink clean dew, and then sit on the cushion to meditate, face the morning glow and sunset, and last for a whole day... This is how it should be an orthodox practice! Since the Yin clan members took the wrong path, they have been addicted to the luxury of luxury all day long, and have been unwilling to be self-proclaimed in Zhongnan Mountain. They call it "going down the mountain to experience", carrying a lot of wealth, searching for the current major countries, enjoying the joy of being a dog and horse, indulging in the gentle land, spending a lot of money, and making a fortune. After a few times, the Yin clan's reputation gradually became corrupt in the world.

These things... other gods and immortal clans know that they just don't want to care about them.

Because of its origin, the Yin clan still plays the role of the "hidden family" and does not openly interfere in major events in the world. This is enough for them...

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The mountain wind was dry and cold, piercing into the bone marrow, making Yin Zhao's upper and lower teeth fight.

At this time, he was exposed in broad daylight, climbing up step by step along the white jade staircase. On his head, there was an extremely luxurious jade palace, each brick and tile carved from rare treasures. This thing stands on the top of the mountain, and the temples of the clouds have a sense of the instant jade, like a fairy with a light body and a flying figure. This palace is where the clan leader Yin Zihan works and lives. In the past, Yin Zhao didn't even dare to look at it. Today he dared to climb on this white jade staircase... Destiny is a sight to behold. This shows how fate is.

Fortunately, it was noon now, and there were not many Yin clan members on Zhongnan Mountain. At this time, most of them were enjoying a comfortable nap time. They didn't have time to pay attention to the number of people on the White Jade Ladder. Every time he took two steps, he seemed to have paid a huge price, gasping for breath, and then glanced down the mountain - the huge star plate was still standing at the position where he had just entered the sect, like a weapon tomb, filled with all kinds of strange-looking weapons.

The divine blood dripping on the Yin clan that day had already dried up.

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Just as Yin Zhao's thoughts were flying beyond the sky, he heard a "creak" sound not far away, and the gate of the Emerald Palace was slowly pushed open. It turned out that Yin Donglai had received Yin Zihan's order and retreated from it. Yin Zhao clearly saw that when he first left the door, he still had an extremely flattering smile on his face, like a pug, but the moment he left the door, he changed his face and changed into an extremely ferocious look, as if he wanted to find a place to vent all the anger he had just been in the clan leader.

It was in this situation that he and Yin Zhao looked at each other, and the atmosphere suddenly became awkward.

For such a snob, people who are not profitable for him will not take time to remember. When Yin Zhao was still in Zhongnan Mountain, he had never looked at him with a look, so he didn't know who the guy standing opposite him was... Maybe it was a young man from which branch of the Yin clan? But if the young man didn't enjoy the romance and moon well, why did he come to this Emerald Palace?

No matter what he does, it will not prevent Yin Donglai from treating him as a punching bag.

"Boy! Which branch are you from? Do you understand the rules of the clan?!" At that moment, Yin Donglai pulled down his face and cursed at Yin Zhao, "This is the place where the clan leader does things. Can you guys like you come?!"
Chapter completed!