My enemies became my companions

Chapter 427 Pillow Talk (Two in One)

"Are you guys done talking?"

"Well, go back."

The sudden fire in Yuanfeng Building had nothing to do with Chen Yi. He had talked about everything with Wei Wuque and it was natural for him to go back.

Chen Yi lowered his head and pondered, saying little along the way. When he approached the gate of Xuan Mansion, he accidentally turned his head and found that Lu Ying seemed to be somewhat happy, with a relaxed brow.

"What are you so happy about?"

"Is it true?" Lu Ying pointed at the corner of her mouth and pressed it hard, "I'm not happy."

Chen Yi did not comment: "What did you talk about with Miss Donggong?"

It was just an unintentional question, but Lu Ying suddenly shuddered, pursed his lips and said nothing.

"It's not a bad thing, right?" Chen Yi asked with a raised eyebrow.

"What bad things?" Lu Ying paused and said coldly, "I just asked about Ruoshu's marriage."

"How can you be so happy after asking about Ruoshu's marriage?"

"I found out that you didn't even consummate your marriage with her."

At that time, Lu Ying and Donggong Ruoshu were staying in a teahouse, and somehow he found out about her marriage to Chen Yi.

Miss Donggong was concerned about Lu Ying's thoughts, so she naturally answered hesitantly. She did not dare to mention the matter between Yin Daxiao and Zhou Yitong. She only dared to say that she had never married Chen Yizhen.

Lu Ying smiled as if she had discovered a secret and said, "You are just faking your marriage. The wedding ceremony and the marriage consummation are both necessary. If either one is missing, it is not a real marriage."

He does not mean that.

Before Chen Yi could think of anything, he felt a cool breeze blowing. He turned around and saw a figure in snow-white clothes standing at the door to greet him.

Yin Weiying stopped at the door.

She predicted through divination that Chen Yi would come back at this time, so she went to the door early to wait for him, pretending to be considerate so that he would fall in love with her even more.

But look what she heard?
There is no justice!

Didn’t I and Chen Yi never get married?

Then he and I are not...really married...

Yin Weiying's face turned pale, but before she could get angry, Chen Yi hurried over, stretched out his hand and said with a smile:

"Why are you waiting for me here?"

Yin Weiying came to her senses, and Lu Ying just saw her at this time. She was slightly stunned. Somehow, the eldest sister felt a little guilty and hid slightly behind Chen Yi.

Looking at this scene, how much does it resemble the scene where a woman is accidentally discovered by the first wife and hides behind her husband in panic?
Yin Weiying bit his back teeth secretly, slightly opened his lips, but hesitated to speak. He just stared deeply at Chen Yi, held the hand he extended, and pinched it secretly.

Chen Yi sent a message into the secret passage:
"She was talking about Donggong Ruoshu."

Yin Weiying glanced at him twice, then turned to look at Lu Ying.

Lu Ying didn't know what was going on, but she felt that the atmosphere was a little weird. She smiled at Yin Weiying kindly and said:

"Fellow Daoist Yin..."

Yin Weiying pondered for a moment, and finally calmed down and said:
"Friend Lu, please come in."

The three of them entered the Xuan Mansion as usual. When they arrived at the lobby, Yin Weiying couldn't sit still, so he gestured to Chen Yi, asking him to follow him privately.

When they reached the corner of Xuan Mansion, Yin Weiying stood still and finally gritted his teeth and said:

"You and her... are not doing anything, right?"

"They are just ordinary sisters and brothers." Chen Yi was very calm.

Yin Weiying glanced at him with distrust.

Chen Yi laughed back and said, "You don't believe me?"

"I..." Yin Weiying saw that he was joking and felt a little panic in his heart. He suppressed his emotions and said, "I believe you, but you promised me not to be fooled by other fairies."

She lowered her voice, because he was ultimately unknown to her. Even though she was afraid, she could not hide the vague resentment in her heart.

Chen Yi felt very tender in his heart. He rubbed her head and said:
"There's really nothing between me and her. You know I will bully the woman I like, but have you ever seen me bully her?"

"…What if you bully me in the future?"

"Think about it. Regardless of how I feel about her, she is my senior sister. There are three cardinal guides and five constant virtues. You can admire her from afar but not play with her. Do you understand?"

"I see. You are more excited, Senior Sister."

"What do you know..."

"But you even bully your master."

Yin Weiying said in a daze, feeling inexplicably flustered.

Chen Yi paused for a moment, not knowing what to say.

After all, he understood her thoughts. After a moment, Chen Yi coughed twice and said:

“…Master also doesn’t allow me to have anything to do with her.”

Upon hearing Zhou Yitong's name, Yin Weiying finally breathed a sigh of relief. They all knew how lustful Chen Yi was, and the nuns were even more aware of it, otherwise he wouldn't have tossed around so much every night. Now she was afraid that Chen Yi would become too lustful and hook up with other fairies, and practice dual cultivation with them to ascend to heaven. Wouldn't she then become a shrew?
Chen Yi liked her so much that Yin Weiying sighed and was occasionally afraid that he would like someone else like this, especially this Lu Ying, who looked harmless, and was his senior sister, the first disciple of Jianjia. He increased his attack speed as soon as he heard it. Fortunately, Zhou Yitang also tried to dissuade him. The three ladies and she had similar views. With the strong combination, he thought it would be difficult for him to ignore it.

But he was going to Yinjian Mountain later, and Lu Ying might take advantage of the opportunity...

Yin Weiying's brows were slightly frowned.

Seeing that she was still thinking, Chen Yi asked, "Do you believe me?"

The words interrupted Yin Weiying's thoughts at the right time. He didn't show her the pig face mask given by Lu Ying because he was afraid that she would think too much and do something weird again.

"I guess I believe it." Yin Weiying came back to his senses and sighed softly.

"So should you...give me some benefits tonight?"

Chen Yi looked at the nun with a smile.

The nun was startled and took two steps back, holding up the hem of her skirt with both hands subconsciously.
"No... there..."

Chen Yi put his arms around her shoulders and pecked her hard on the lips, causing the nun to blush immediately.

"You suspected me of hooking up with someone else out of nowhere. If you continue to have such wild thoughts, I will never forgive you tonight."

After the threatening yet intimate words fell, Yin Weiying wiped the water stains on his lips and said in a clear voice:

"I wouldn't doubt you."

She saw the fiery look in his eyes and secretly laughed at his infatuation.

Fortunately, she is the only fairy lady.

.........

At night, after about an hour of hard work, Chen Yi hugged Yin Weiying and talked about what happened today.

He always liked to hug the woman he loved and talk on the bed, whether it was Yin Tingxue, Yin Weiying, or Zhou Yitong in his previous life.

"You...want to kill Huang Jing?"

Yin Weiying said after hearing this.

"Well, but I'm not the master of Magpie Pavilion."

Yin Weiying asked curiously, "Come to think of it, Huang Jing was treated like a dog by those spies, but he was able to win over so many people."

Chen Yi said: "It's because the underworld is about morality."

The country belongs to the country, and the rivers and lakes belong to the rivers and lakes. In the rivers and lakes, there is no imperial law, only morality.

Don't talk about the written canon, just talk about what people want.

The reason why Huang Jing was able to attract so many underworld people to help him is closely related to his means of manipulating and winning people's hearts.

"So this is what is called... a hero?" the nun said in a low voice.

She rested her head on Chen Yi's arm, with her neck pressed against his.

"Hero...is this considered a hero?" Chen Yi couldn't help asking.

"Guo Jie and his ilk were like this. When they were young, they committed robbery and crime, minted coins and dug graves, and the number of such crimes was countless." Yin Weiying said, "When they were older, they became frugal, hospitable and generous."

Chen Yi lowered his eyes slightly and said without comment: "This is similar to Dong Zhuo. Before Dong Zhuo rose to power, he was also hospitable and generous. He only had one sheep left at home, but he slaughtered it to entertain his guests."

Yin Weiying saw that his brows seemed to be slightly furrowed, and he could see a little of what he was thinking.

It's not that she had no observations about Chen Yi. Since she came to the underworld, she has observed more and more about Chen Yi. She also saw from his previous reading of Three Heroes and Five Gallants that most women are naturally sensitive, and they are even more sensitive when it comes to the men they like.

Since he was her Taoist partner and had the ability to see through the sky, he should have put aside all those miscellaneous thoughts, followed her in practicing Taoism, ascended to heaven together, and become a legend in the mountains, instead of wandering around the world.

Yin Weiying thought so and whispered:
"A knight is a thief."

"A thief?"

"Robbing the rich to help the poor, using force to break the law, if this isn't theft, then what is it?" The nun paused and said in a clear voice: "The former steals money, the latter steals the country."

Chen Yi glanced at her and asked, "What do you mean?"

Yin Weiying moved closer, with his cheek almost touching his face:

"I see that you have been thinking about being chivalrous for the past six months, but do you really mean chivalry? When you see Huang Jing, will those people in the martial arts world say that he is not chivalrous? He is alone, avenging his son, and has not regretted his ambition for decades. How chivalrous he is."

Chen Yi pondered for a moment and remained silent.

To those people in the underworld, Huang Jing was a heroic hero who spent all his money, while to those people in the underworld, they saw themselves as not much better than accomplices of the evil.

Seeing that he seemed to be wavering, Yin Weiying struck while the iron was hot and said:
"…You have been deeply misled by Min Ning. Although she is not a bad person, she is too naive. She is obsessed with the story, but she doesn't think that everything is different from the story. The chivalry in the secular world is only temporary, and the immortality in the mountains is eternal.

Now you and I are Taoist companions, so we should devote ourselves to the Tao. Mount Taihua is very close, and it won’t be too late for you and I to retire to the mountains in the future..."

The voice stopped instantly.

In the darkness of the night, Yin Weiying saw Chen Yi smiling, and felt a little frightened.

"Yin Weiying, are you whispering to me?"

Chen Yi had listened to a few of her words, but when he heard the nun talking about immortality, he immediately became alert.

Yin Weiying in his arms lowered his voice and said, "Not really."

Chen Yi pinched her nipples, she trembled slightly, and then her whole body went limp in his arms.

"You, you... this is also for your own good..."

"Don't whisper in my ear." As he said that, Chen Yi kissed her lips wantonly.

Yin Weiying could only bear it, curled up and felt a little lost.

Because of Min Ning, is he still unwilling to become an immortal with her?

…………

Chen Yi wanted to kill, but whether to kill or not was a meaningless question.

It is a pity that it is tasteless.

If he was really the head of Magpie Pavilion, he would naturally take the initiative and kill Huang Jing.

But he is not. Not only that, he doesn't trust Xi Que Ge that much.

In fact, Wei Wuque had thought of assassinating Huang Jing, but this group of people in the martial arts world might not be so easy to deal with. After Huang Jing was assassinated, they might suspect Xi Que Pavilion and become completely opposed to it.

What's more, Huang Jing is a fourth-rank warrior, and assassinating him is extremely difficult.

As for arresting and killing Huang Jing on the spot by government order, it was nothing more than a joke.

Even according to the laws of Dayu, Huang Jing should have been escorted to the capital and beheaded hundreds or even thousands of times.

It’s just that the underworld emphasizes morality and the principle that everyone prospers together and suffers together.

He stood up and cooked a bowl of white fungus soup for Yin Weiying. Chen Yi was thinking in the hall. Suddenly, a maid came to report that Donggong Ruoshu had come again.

As soon as the door opened, the figure of Miss Donggong rushed in hurriedly.

Sweat was pouring down her forehead, and when she saw Chen Yi, she shouted:

"Oh no! Miss Xiaotao, Miss Xiaotao was beaten when she asked for relief! Her leg was broken!"

…………

Black beetles were crawling on the mottled pillars of the house, blending into the ashes after the fire. Xiao Tao, who had a broken leg, stared blankly at the insects crawling, pretending not to hear even the sounds outside.

"I told them not to go! I told them not to go, but they insisted on going!"

"Many people were beaten up, their legs and arms were broken. That's their livelihood, and the master was beaten to death!"

"In a few days, my troupe will not be able to keep them. Shantongcheng is poor and cannot afford to support actors who eat for free. Spend some money and go home. Hey! Hey! Why are you pushing me? Don't go in, don't go in!"

In the yard, there was a body covered. It belonged to the master of the opera troupe. Like Xiaotao, he joined the troupe later. He was once a well-known actor, but unfortunately his voice was damaged. Fortunately, he found a livelihood in this opera troupe. He was a very good person, and when he smiled, the wrinkles on his face could squeeze out two smiling faces.

But he died.

Xiaotao couldn't stop crying.

His legs were also broken and he was not far from death.

The door frame moved suddenly, as if a strong wind was blowing, and Donggong Ruoshu rushed in. The dazed Xiaotao girl caught her eye.

Miss Donggong felt sad and shouted, "Xiao Tao!"

Miss Xiaotao seemed to come back to her senses. She stared at them blankly and forced a smile: "She...she went to look for you?"

The "she" that Miss Xiaotao was referring to was naturally the personal maid.

Chen Yi followed Dong Gong Ruoshu into the door, and his heart sank when he saw the pale face.

She was clearly in her prime, with a beautiful face that was full of smiles just a few days ago, but now she looked emaciated, with her calves crooked and wrapped in thick satin, and a strong smell of medicine lingering around her.

"Thank you, gentlemen..." Xiao Tao's voice trembled, "Thank you for the visit."

Xiao Tao was already exhausted. When the maid who entered the room behind the two men heard what happened, she couldn't help crying and fell to the ground.

"Sister Xiao Tao, Sister Xiao Tao told me not to come to the gentlemen, but I couldn't help it. Yuanfeng Tower burned down, and many people died. We couldn't get together. We didn't dare to ask the owner of the tower for money, so we asked the opera troupe for money, because the opera troupe made the most money!
A few people in the troupe discussed and wanted to rely on their past friendship to ask for some compensation, but they were beaten. Three actors had broken bones, and some died. Sister Xiao Tao also had a lame leg. She will never be able to perform on the stage again! She will never be able to perform on the stage again!"

My leg is lame.

I will never be able to go on stage again.

Donggong Ruoshu raised her hand and touched the leg bone wrapped in a thick satin bandage. The inside was broken apart, leaving only soft flesh. She could feel the broken bones through it. She couldn't imagine that the benefactor who had helped her would end up in such a situation. Xiaotao's body was still twitching slightly due to the pain.

She looked at Xiaotao's lame leg. Although she was stupid, she was kind-hearted and tears rolled down her cheeks.

"Everyone speaks well of Sister Xiao Tao. The young masters gave her three hundred taels of silver, and Sister Tao gave it away out of pity for others." The maid almost threw herself on the sickbed with her head buried.

Xiao Tao subconsciously wanted to touch her head, but it agitated her injury and she felt a groan of pain. She tried several times to reach out her hand but couldn't. She could only lie there, and a tear fell as she closed her eyes and shook her head.

Chen Yi saw all of this and stood still.

He could have not come. After all, he and the female actor did not have much friendship. They were just casual acquaintances and were just strangers in a foreign land.

But he still came, was it because of the so-called Jianghu morality, or because of the difficulty of crossing the mountain, who would pity the lost man? Chen Yi didn't know, he just felt a fire suddenly rising in his heart, burning his chest, burning fiercely.

After a long time, Chen Yi slowly said:

"If you stop singing opera and come to Xuanfu later, I will find a Taoist temple for you."

Xiaotao and the maid turned around and looked at him blankly.

"You can either leave after you recover, or become a monk right here. It's all up to you. There are many magic techniques on the mountain that can cure you."

Chen Yi paused and continued:
"Besides beating you, who else?"

"... Chongzi died. He played Lin Chong very well. And Jiazi, Xiaolian, and Xiaozhan. Two of them had their arms broken, and one had his leg broken..."

"Did Huang Jing do it himself?"

"…It's Master Huang… Sir, you're asking this…"

Before he finished speaking, Chen Yi took another look and suddenly turned around and walked out.

"Where are you going?"

Xiaotao wiped away her tears and asked hurriedly.

“This is not fair.

I'll help you find out!"

…………

A curtain of rain sank over Shantong City, covering the Yuanfeng Tower.

There was a drizzle, and there were cries, noises, and commotions. Countless ordinary people gathered outside the building and made a lot of noise. Soon, strong servants came up to drive them away. If they refused, they would flash cold swords and knives, scaring the crowd holding umbrellas away in circles.

The building was in ruins, and it was hard to tell whether what was burned on the walls was blood or ashes. The faces of the martial arts masters were pale. Huang Jing was standing in front of the building, still feeling frightened. He could not have imagined that the group of spies from the Western Jin Dynasty could be so bold and cruel.

Amid the falling rain, a shroud stood out.

Huang Jing stood like a rugged rock in front of Yuanfeng Tower, with a coffin standing beside him.

Wearing funeral clothes and placing a coffin is a sign of determination to die.

He took a deep breath, the drizzle making his throat sticky.

Liuyang Zhaigong walked forward slowly, his old brows furrowed, he looked at the building, then at the people, not knowing what to say.

Just as he was about to say something to comfort her, he heard:
“It’s just a building.”

The voice was heavy, yet calm.

Huang Jing turned around, his eyes filled with anger, but he still stood tall.

"I'm sorry to have made you all laugh today!"

He suddenly clasped his fists and raised his voice to a high pitch.

"I, Huang, have been a wandering ghost since the moment my son died.

Yuanfeng Building is the face of me, Huang. If it is burned down, I, Huang, will lose all my face. So what?!"

The voice was like the sound of iron, exploding outside the Yuanfeng Tower, and circles of energy spread outwards. Huang Jing's figure not only did not disappear with the destruction of the Yuanfeng Tower, but instead rose even higher in the eyes of a group of people in the martial arts world.

"I, Huang, only have 6,000 taels left. I will spend it all today. I have no money left. I often say that I will take money from others and work for them. I, Huang, am begging for death. All heroes, please avenge my son, even if you only accept one tael of silver, and avenge me, Huang!"

Liuyang Zhaigong, Pili Xiongjun, Fei Jianzi and many other famous and unknown people in the martial arts world suddenly felt his majestic aura. Just when these people were excited, it seemed that they were about to swear again to avenge this martial arts master who had lost his orphan son.

Revenge is a moral principle, and there is no more moral principle in the world than that incomparable one.

A son may kill his father, and a father may kill his son. It is just killing for justice. In the Eastern Han Dynasty, there was a famous official named Qiao Xuan who killed a county magistrate who was enforcing the law impartially for the sake of a filial son. People at that time all sighed and applauded.

Huang Jing shouted, "Let alone one Yuanfeng Tower, even if there are hundreds of them, they are nothing but possessions. I, Huang, would rather hundreds of Yuanfeng Towers be burned down than to behead that Guyan Sword!"

Just when everyone was excited and about to raise their arms to shout, a cold voice broke through the rain.

"You behead your mother!"

(End of this chapter)