My enemies became my companions

Chapter 586 Qilin Palace (Two in One)

When Yin Tingxue saw Chen Yi coming, she put down her tea bowl and looked quiet and obedient. She glanced at Chen Yi's expression and carefully guessed their conversation.

There seemed to be some secret restrictions in the bamboo pavilion that were enough to conceal the truth. She was only about thirty or four feet away from the pavilion, but she could not hear anything. So Yin Tingxue had no idea what the two were arguing about.

"It's okay." Judging from Chen Yi's eyes, it seems not bad.

Chen Yi reached out and touched her cheek and said, "It's okay."

Hearing this answer, Yin Tingxue breathed a sigh of relief. Now she didn't have to sacrifice herself to mediate the fight.

Chen Yi casually picked up the tea bowl in front of her, savoured it slowly and recalled that the Yinjian Mountain Sword Armor was born to relieve suffering and save lives, and its Taoist heritage was also closely related to this. Everything Zhou Yitong did was to repair the sky in the future.

So her actions were full of clues, but she kept them secret.

Knowing that she had made many preparations to repair the sky, she would certainly interfere in the early stage of the plan and destroy it. She would rather repair it again than allow her to take risks. This was the reason why she concealed it. Many of her behaviors were strange and there were many clues. She was even eager to let Lu Yingming realize the state of mind of forgetting both the self and the world. Besides wanting to avoid it, she deliberately revealed her tracks so that he could discover it at the right time.

And now that we have come to the surface and are returning these long-lost memories to him, I am not without a glimmer of hope for him.

Even if this hope is tiny.

How could Chen Yi not understand her state of mind? Even if he didn't understand, he would understand if he put himself in her shoes.

Fortunately, even though the time has been advanced, it is still too early for the sky gate to crack. If it is a fait accompli, there is no room for recovery.

Yin Tingxue glanced at Zhou Yitang, who was clearing up the chess game in the bamboo pavilion, and then at Chen Yi. Seeing that the two of them were in a harmonious atmosphere and seemed to have reached an agreement, she lowered her voice and asked, "Did you two say anything?"

The girl wanted to know more about the two of them. She had the impression that they were sometimes harmonious and sometimes not, and there was no certainty. She needed to know more about their affairs so that she could try to stop them from arguing. Otherwise, when the two of them started arguing again, she would be confused and not only would she be caught in a dilemma, but she might also get herself involved.

For example, what if Chen Yi asked her to be supported by Master Zhou in order to bully and humiliate her?
She likes Master Zhou very much, and Master Zhou is still her master. She dare not even think of doing such a rebellious thing... Yin Tingxue was very scared when she thought of Chen Yi's methods.

She was trembling slightly, and her pink cheeks were shaking in his palms. Chen Yi couldn't help but wonder, "Why are you shaking?"

Yin Tingxue wanted to shake her head to deny it, but stopped after a moment. She looked left and right, then leaned close to Chen Yi's ear and whispered, "Chen Yi, you are Master Zhou's disciple. I understand the principle that a disciple is better than his master. Sooner or later, you will be better than Master Zhou."

Hearing this, Chen Yi didn't understand what she meant, but seeing some anticipation in her eyes, he nodded.

Yin Tingxue continued: "But if you are stronger than Master Zhou, don't bully her. She is really good to you."

Chen Yi was stunned. She looked so cautious but was actually telling him about something like this. He couldn't help but think she was cute and threatened her playfully, "I'm better than her. If I don't bully her, then how can I bully you? What's so good about you? I've bullied you in many ways. But, there are indeed many ways I haven't tried."

"Don't bully me either..." Hearing his relishing tone, Yin Tingxue was a little scared and said, "If you want to bully someone... then bully Sister Weiying."

After saying this, she glanced at the nun who was leisurely sipping tea.

The two of them spoke very quietly, and Yin Weiying had no idea what they were talking about. When he saw the girl's gaze and a slightly flustered expression, he responded with a faint smile.

Every move he makes shows the demeanor of an elder.

But when Chen Yi looked over, Yin Weiying's heart suddenly skipped a beat and he became a little panicked.

Although he didn't know what Chen Yi was planning, just such a meaningful look could not be a good thing. Yin Weiying thought of the days when she was being raped and pursed her lips.

We have to...carry Lin Wanheng out quickly.

If he knew that she brought Lin Wanlang with her, even if he didn't show it on his face, as lustful as he was, he would still silently accept it in his heart. And the young lady of the Lin family was also a grateful person. This way, it would be like having an extra red book and iron scroll in his hand.

Thinking of this, Yin Weiying sipped his tea quietly, his mind gradually calmed down, and as he planned his strategy, he sat more and more firmly in his seat.

…………..
"Captain Chen, the Heavenly Master's Hall invites you. The Heavenly Master and all the heroes are looking forward to your coming to discuss matters in person."

"Okay, take me there."

Stepping over the threshold of the Tianshi Temple and walking around the towering ancient camphor trees that cast thick shades on the sun, slightly rising and falling sounds of laughter came from the building deep inside. As the man with a sword and a knife approached, the original laughter turned into noisy discussions.

Chen Yi had anticipated this.

When a bad guy does a good thing, it is like a prodigal son returning home. Just like the wanted poster shows an ugly monster, the real person turns out to be stunningly beautiful. Chen Yi is no longer surprised by similar situations.

In the final analysis, the greater the disappointment, the greater the surprise. Moreover, it is hard for anyone to imagine that the merits of a notorious former captain of the Western Factory could overwhelm the heavenly official.

Chen Yi was led by a young Taoist priest who was about fourteen or fifteen years old. He called himself Zhang Dongjing and was the grandson of the contemporary Heavenly Master Zhang Qilong.

As they stepped into the Heavenly Master Hall, they saw a stone corridor in the courtyard, with potted flowers in full bloom and a pleasant fragrance, as if they had entered a paradise. In front of them was inscribed "The Altar of All Laws", which was where the Heavenly Masters of all generations had worshipped gods. After Zhang Dongjing led him around the Altar of All Laws, the reception hall where the sounds of discussion were heard came into view.

The three characters "Qilin Hall" are bathed in golden light.

All the heroes in the martial arts world weighed good and evil and went up to Longhu Mountain. After going up to Longhu Mountain, of course it was not as simple as eating and drinking, playing finger-guessing games and drinking. The original intention of the Heroes' Meeting was to ask people all over the world to help Mount Longhu. To put it bluntly, they went to help Mount Longhu Mountain with its affairs.

We are helping out a lot and doing a righteous deed. Since we are all heroes among heroes and brave men among brave men, it is not too much to say that we should work together with Longhu Mountain to overcome the difficulties.

Not only would no one say it was excessive, but being able to help Longhu Mountain, even if one had to work like a slave, was a huge honor and something many people wanted but could not.

Since they are here to help, they have to hold a meeting, and Chen Yi cannot be left out of the meeting. After all, his eight characters of "dedicating oneself to mending heaven, saving the world and benefiting the people" are such great achievements that nothing can be surpassed. It is reasonable and moral that even if the old Taoist priest goes in person to invite him, Chen Yi cannot be left out.

As for why Chen Yi agreed to go, the reason is simple...

There is a meeting and you won’t attend?

If you don't go there in person, how can you know what decision they will make and what they are up to?

In front of the gate of Qilin Hall, two Taoists, one on the left and one on the right, bowed their heads to greet them. They were none other than Zhao Hun and Prince Yin, and their expressions were complicated.

"I hope you two are well." Chen Yi grinned and walked into the hall without waiting for a reply.

The noisy discussions disappeared.

There was a sudden silence.

Pairs of eyes that were used to seeing blood cast their eyes over.

The air was filled with tea mist, and the rustling noise was audible like a pin drop. People were fiddling with chopsticks, picking up tea bowls, putting down their crossed legs, and their fingertips were eager to try but forcing themselves to hold back on the Mosuo tea tray. The atmosphere was as solemn as if the court's hawks were waiting for their superiors to arrive.

The figure who had entered the Qilin Hall stopped. At first glance, it was hard to tell how extraordinary this person was. His appearance was very different from the wanted poster. He smiled, frowned, and clasped his fists towards everyone, saying:

"Everyone, how are you?"

After saying that, he sat down directly.

As soon as Chen Yi sat down, he acted like a country bumpkin who didn't know any etiquette. He drank the tea, ate the cakes, and glanced around at the people present in the Qilin Hall.

The Heroes' Conference attracted thousands of heroes from the martial arts world, but only a few could actually go up the mountain. Moreover, their martial arts skills were not considered, only their merits were. In addition to the Taoist priests, there were about forty chairs in the hall.

Chen Yi looked around. Among all the seats, the ones worth noting were a monk, three swordsmen, a young man in brocade clothes with a sword and his accompanying swordsman. In addition, there were two familiar faces, He Taixiong whom he had met before, and Zhang Shengzhen, a Taoist who could sew corpses.

The old Taoist priest slowly stood up from the main seat, walking like a dragon and a tiger, and he was getting stronger with age. As soon as he stood up, all the dragon and tiger Taoist priests in the hall stood up one after another. He led the way and bowed to everyone.
"You are all heroes who have weighed their merits and virtues. Thank you for your presence. Longhu Mountain has no special hospitality, only tea and wine. If you are dissatisfied, please forgive me. But no matter what, it is a blessing for Longhu Mountain and the world to have you all gathered here."

After that, all the heroes in the hall raised their bowls to offer tea, and the old Taoist priest also returned the favor. The hall was filled with flattery for a while, and then slowly died down after a while. During this time, no one specifically expressed anything to Chen Yi. No matter how great their merits were, all the heroes were equal in the Qilin Hall.

After all, no matter how chivalrous we are, we are all men of the world, living on the edge of a knife. It may seem like a small matter to treat people unfairly, but how many bloody disasters and family tragedies have been caused by this.

Chen Yi didn't care much about it. He had no intention of helping Longhu Mountain. What mattered was participation.

Some people just aren't happy about it.

"Captain Chen has been so successful that he has overwhelmed all the heroes. I, Qian An Ning, would like to offer you a bowl of tea alone."

Raising his eyebrows, he saw a handsome young man in brocade clothes. Chen Yi had just noticed that the man had an unusual aura.

He walked over slowly holding a cup of tea.

Chen Yi was unmoved.

He drank the tea in one gulp, wiped the water stains from his lips, and said with a playful tone: "Captain Chen's style of weighing good and evil is still fresh in my memory."

Perhaps Chen Yi just nodded and continued to drink tea and eat cakes in silence. When Mr. Qian spoke again, his tone had become colder.

"We have long heard of Captain Chen's great name, but although he is famous, it doesn't seem to be a good reputation. It is very different from what the Heavenly Official said. I wonder if Captain Chen has any comments?"

Chen Yi swallowed a mouthful of dragon beard cake and said indifferently: "A token of appreciation?"

Qian An Ning put on a smile and said, "Everyone here is a righteous man who walks upright and sits upright, so after weighing the good and the evil, you will be ranked as a dragon and a tiger. Only you, Captain Chen, are wanted by the whole world, but your merits are so great that the heavenly officials kneel down. Who wouldn't be surprised?
In my opinion, it is difficult for everyone to tolerate any sand in the public eye, so it is better for Captain Chen to clear his bad reputation. If all this bad reputation is framed by the court, then even if a flood washes away the Dragon King Temple, we will clear Captain Chen's name even if we have to risk being beheaded.

But if the bad reputation is true..."

He paused, and was about to raise his voice to continue speaking, but was abruptly interrupted.

"It's all true,"

Chen Yi drank tea and rinsed his mouth, then said slowly,
"No need for ifs, what can you do?"

...........
Longhushan Guest House.

The nun walked away gracefully around a century-old Podocarpus. Her ethereal figure made Lin Wanhang dizzy.

When she came closer, Lin Wanheng came to his senses and found that Yin Weiying came alone. He was stunned at first, and then subconsciously gloated.

Was that person not with the crown lady?

Lin Wanheng secretly thought that rather than whether she could see him on this trip, she hoped that Yin Weiying would not be able to see him either.

In this way, she could think proudly that she was a widow wearing mourning clothes, but Yin Weiying was a widow in her living condition.

But things went counterproductive.

"he came."

Yin Weiying's simple words made Lin Wanheng freeze in place, as if struck by lightning.

Her face quickly turned pale, and it took a while for it to turn rosy again. She tried her best to say calmly, "Come if you want, it has nothing to do with me... He came to see you, right?"

Yin Weiying saw her reaction and knew that this young widow was too proud to lose face. This kind of woman knows that she likes someone but tries hard not to like him and dares not to really like him. She is really confused.

"...Where is he?" Seeing that Yin Weiying didn't speak for a long time, Lin Wanhan couldn't help asking, "...Tell me so I can avoid him."

"Why do you have to avoid him?" Seeing the young lady's expression, the nun thought for a moment, and then said, "He saw me, Yin Tingxue, and Zhou Yitang, but not you."

The young lady of the Lin family lost her color in an instant, standing on the ground like a blank sheet of paper, and would fall down if the wind blew. After a long while, her voice trembled and her eyes were sad: "… I am still a widow… It is right for him not to see me, this is good, this is very good…"

"Yeah, he doesn't know you're here."

Lin Wanhang was stunned on the spot. He blinked and his cheeks became red. He said angrily, "Are you kidding me?"

"You are so confused, who else should I tease if not you?" Yin Weiying smiled, with only slight ups and downs in his voice.

The widow of the Lin family had never met such a person before. She was breathing heavily and almost crying. She rubbed her eyes and said coldly, "I, I won't see him."

"I really don't see you."

"I don't want to see you!" she said in a loud voice.

"It just so happens that he doesn't want to see you either."

"That's perfect...what did you say?" Lin Wanheng turned around and said in surprise.

Yin Weiying shook his head slightly and chuckled, "Is it hard to understand? He is such a passionate man, how could he give up so many close friends for a woman? Since you are so hesitant and hesitant, then he can only part ways amicably. It's just that he can't come forward, so he wants me to come here and say it in person."

"He...how could he...are you teasing me again, are you teasing me again? You must be...I, I..."

Lin Wanheng's voice was very high at first, but as his mind flashed through the scene of New Year's Eve and Chen Yi raising his hand to throw away the sachet, his voice slowly became lower.

Yin Weiying sighed and said, "In the final analysis, it's all my fault. I wasted my time and energy, underestimated his love, and made you make this trip in vain."

“…….” Lin Wanheng bit his lip, not knowing what he was thinking. After a long while, he said, “…Since I’m here, I’ll meet him and part ways with him in peace.”

She felt so powerless after saying this that she had the urge to pull up her chest and laugh. From the time they first met until now, everything had been a mess. They had never had a good reunion, so how could they part ways amicably... As expected, the nun looked so embarrassed that Lin Wanheng was heartbroken when she saw it.

"You, you brought me here. At most, at most I owe you a favor." Lin Wanheng said hurriedly.

"I owe you a favor..."

Yin Weiying was in a dilemma for a long time. Under Lin Wanheng's gaze, he finally nodded and said:

"Then I'll do my best."

The young lady from the Lin family was afraid that she would go back on her word, so she quickly said, "Okay, okay! I'm of no use, but if I can help in the future... I will definitely help."

The nun nodded very reluctantly, turned slowly, and stepped out of the courtyard, leaving Lin Wanheng's sight.

She slowly raised the corners of her mouth and smiled
This favor is hard to come by, so we should make the best use of it.
How can a young widow who knows nothing about Taoism and martial arts help?

Yin Weiying lifted his sleeves and touched the flat belly under the Taoist robe with his fingertips. Imagining the reluctant yet helpless look of the young widow at that time, he smiled even more intensely.

(End of this chapter)