Embers of Sword

Chapter 430 A helping hand

In the Da Chu Imperial City, a remote courtyard.

The second son of the Qin family, dressed in white, pushed the door and stepped into the courtyard. The sky was filled with stars falling like a waterfall, reflecting the white clothes like snow.

Qin Qianlian walked leisurely in the garden with his hands behind his back, looking at the withered trees and dead leaves in the courtyard, his indifferent expression revealing a hint of disgust.

Finally he stood in the middle of the courtyard.

Qin Qianlian looked over the horizontal railing and towards the dark corner at the end of the corridor in the mansion.

"Although you have been expelled from the sect for stealing the 'Yin Yang Mirror'."

"But according to the rules, now that we meet, I should still call you Senior Brother."

"..."

There was silence in the dark corner, no response.

"Senior Brother Yan."

Qin Qianlian said coldly: "You have nowhere to go, and my useless brother is willing to take you in forever. But this does not mean...the Qin family is willing to take you in forever."

"Oh? Could it be that the head of the Qin family ordered me to be expelled from the imperial city?"

As the light flowed, a sickly figure with a hunched back and leaning on a cane slowly appeared on the wall of the mansion.

Black mist lingers.

Most of the disciples who come from the Taoist sect have an immortal appearance.

Seeing the dark miasma emanating from Yan Xie, Qin Qianlian could no longer conceal the disgust in his eyes.

"This year, I have done a lot for the Qin Mansion."

Yan Xie said in a gentle voice: "Now is a time of trouble. A catastrophe is approaching. I'm afraid it is not a wise move to expel me."

"It's not the decision of the head of the family."

Qin Qianlian had a blank expression on his face: "It is I who will expel you from the imperial city."

"I see……"

Yan Xie smiled and said, "Second Young Master, it's not a good idea for you to interfere in other people's affairs, right?"

"Wan Yang has bad behavior and lacks discipline, but he is my brother after all..."

Qin Qianlian said word by word: "He died in Beishou, and you, 'sir', cannot escape the blame."

“Every wrongdoer has his own debtor, and every debtor has his own owner.”

Yan Xie sighed and gently tapped the ground with his cane: "If the Second Young Master really wants to settle accounts... he should look for him."

Boom!
A pitch-black miasma flew out and turned into a smoke screen in the air. A figure in black was reflected in the smoke.

"Xie Zhen?"

Qin Qianlian glanced at the smoke screen and narrowed his eyes slightly.

Although he was practicing in seclusion in Changshengzhai and didn't care about worldly affairs, the name of "Xie Zhen" in Dasui Sword Palace was too famous this year, and Qin Qianlian heard others mention it many times.

The previous great hunt in the north.

Many geniuses died in this disaster.

Qin Wanyang, Xie Sheng, Fang Hang.

Li Chen, the abbot of the neighboring temple, was originally prepared to fight to the death with Xie Zhen because of Fang Hang's death... but he was suppressed in the end.

"I know this person."

Qin Qianlian said quietly, "Disciple Xie Xuanyi, the new master of Xuanshui Cave Heaven... Are you saying that he killed Qin Wanyang? Do you have any evidence?"

Yanxie shook his head.

“How can we assert something without evidence?”

Qin Qianlian sneered, "Brother Yan, do you think I'm a fool?"

"The art of fortune-telling is not only used in bookstores in this world."

Yan Xie said solemnly: "If Second Young Master sincerely wants to find the person who killed Qin Wanyang... I can only tell you that this person is Xie Zhen. As for the rest, I cannot say more."

"I call you Senior Brother, do you really think of yourself as Senior Brother?"

Qin Qianlian said sarcastically: "After the Northern Expedition, my father went to ask Yan Xin for divination, but he couldn't find the real culprit. Why should I believe you?"

"It is reasonable for the Second Young Master to think this way."

Yan Xie was not angry, he smiled and said: "After all, this is the first time we meet...it always takes some time for us to trust each other."

"You don't have that much time."

Qin Qianlian said coldly: "Now, immediately, get out of the imperial city."

Yan Xie stood there, he did not move a step.

The entire mansion was illuminated by lightning. Countless fine thunders seeped out of Qin Qianlian's snow-white clothes. Taoist talismans flew up like white snow. The second son of the Qin family took a step forward, and the entire mansion was covered by snow-white lightning, turning into an upside-down bowl.

"Boom!"

Amidst the thunder.

Qin Qianlian's figure disappeared, and when he reappeared, he had already arrived in the inky black darkness.

He pressed his palm towards Yan Xie's head.

The immortal touches the head.

Most of the time, this palm is used to impart "mind" and bestow "blessings" within the Taoist sect. The caster's soul and thoughts will burst out along with the palm... If it is used to attack, the artistic conception of the move will be completely different. There will be no gentle teaching, but instead, a rolling killing intent will burst out like thunder.

Just a gentle touch is enough to break one's heart.

However, before Qin Qianlian could touch Yan Xie's head with his palm -

The man who was standing hunched over with a crutch suddenly collapsed.

Qin Qianlian frowned.

Countless lightning bolts surged, tearing the shadow apart, and most of the courtyard turned into daylight. However, there were still some dark places. Qin Qianlian slowly turned his head and looked at the shadow cast by the eaves of the mansion behind him. The figure of "Yan Xie" emerged from the ground bit by bit like ink, but this time he was no longer sickly and hunched, but was relatively young and much taller. The cane he pressed straight to the ground also highlighted his sharpness.

"Junior Brother Qin, you are quite skilled."

Yan Xie said softly, "I heard from Master that the position of Changsheng Zhai Master will be inherited by you soon. Junior brother is indeed qualified."

"It's not your turn to judge me."

Qin Qianlian turned around and sneered in a low voice: "It turns out that you are not a tuberculosis patient who will die at any time. I was worried that the slap just now was too strong and killed you directly."

"Junior Brother Qin, you are still too young and you think too simply about people's hearts."

Yan Xie lowered his head and looked at the black shirt that was emitting miasma.

He smiled and said, "The reason why I came to see you in that appearance before is because most people hope that I will be sick, weak, hunched over like a ghost, and that I will survive today but not tomorrow... The prejudice in people's hearts is as big as a mountain. I did this just to fulfill their wishes, and also to fulfill your wish."

"..."

Qin Qianlian sneered: "If you really want to fulfill my wish, leave the imperial city tonight!"

"Only this... I'm afraid it won't work."

Yan Xie sighed.

He gazed at his junior brother calmly and said calmly, "There are many people who want me to die, and there are also many people who want me to live. Similarly, there are many people who want me to leave the imperial city, and there are also many people who want me to stay here. Junior brother Qin... you can't drive me away."

"Is it?"

Qin Qianlian disagreed, and the lightning in the entire mansion began to boil again——

Just as he was about to make another attack, the communication token on his waist suddenly vibrated.

The moment Qin Qianlian lowered his eyebrows, he was suddenly stunned.

If it was just a sudden order like this...

Of course it was not enough to interrupt Qin Qianlian's actions.

just.

After the first tremor, the summons trembled again, and then trembled again.

Messages are transmitted to the lake of my heart.

Everyone who is being summoned at this moment is an important figure.

There are even seniors from the Qin family and Taoism!
"???"

Qin Qianlian looked up in shock and looked at the man in front of him in disbelief.

"Look, brother."

Yan Xie held his cane with one hand and chuckled, "I said... you can't drive me away."

Pitch-black miasma seeped out from his cuffs, swirling back and forth, slowly spreading, and bit by bit retaking the silver-white courtyard illuminated by thunder.

The lightning was completely extinguished.

In the end, only a three-foot-wide silvery-white clear area remained in this courtyard.

"..."

Qin Qianlian had a complicated expression and held the message tightly in his hand.

"Second son."

Yan Xie smiled and said, "Since you can't drive me away, why don't you try to accept my existence... I heard that you are planning a big event recently, why don't you let me help you?"

(End of this chapter)