Chapter 2 Mysterious Woman

This blow completely subverted Su Zimo's concept of the whole world. It turns out that there are immortals in this world, and any immortal's power can surpass a great country, not to mention the Bixia Palace behind it.

To Su Zimo, losing fame is nothing, but he has been with 'Wind Chasing' since he was a child. In his eyes, 'Chasing Wind' is no longer a horse, but more like a relative.

Not long after, Su Zimo came to his mansion.

This mansion is not big, very deserted, with only a few rooms. It was a gift given to Su Zimo by his elder brother Su Hong when he was a twelve-year-old scholar.

Su Zimo held the ashes of 'Chasing the Wind', went to a peach tree in the middle of the yard, and buried it.

"Chasing the wind, I planted this peach tree with my own hands. From now on, you will be your companions. One day, I will sprinkle the blood of the real Canglang on your ashes!"

Su Zimo's eyes flashed a little blood, and he stood quietly beside the peach tree for a long time before turning around slowly.

When he turned around, Su Zimo saw a person.

It was a woman in a blood-red robe. She was extremely beautiful, not coquettish, not gorgeous, and not wearing makeup, just like someone who came out of a painting.

Su Zimo once sighed that the ancients said that the hibiscus comes out of clear water, and it is naturally carved, which must be the case.

With a beautiful and vulgar face, she was wearing a red robe like blood, which was a little out of place, but this contrast formed a unique temperament in her.

Two years ago, when Su Zimo returned from a trip, he saw this woman was unconscious near the Canglang Mountains, worried that she would be eaten by wild animals, so he brought her back.

Not long after arriving at the mansion, the red-robed woman woke up. She didn't seem to be in serious trouble, but no matter how Su Zimo asked her name and address, she didn't say a word.

The red-robed woman lived here for two years, and Su Zimo never drove her away.

There are no servants in this mansion, Su Zimo is not used to being served by others, and takes care of three meals a day by himself.

In his opinion, one more person is nothing, just more rations.

For the past two years, every time Su Zimo cooked food, he took out a copy and delivered it to the door of the woman in red robe, knocked on the door, and left.

The woman in red robe rarely showed up, and Su Zimo had never seen her leave the mansion, and the conversation between the two did not exceed five sentences.

Not to mention the people in Pingyang Town, not even the Su Mansion knew of her existence.

The woman's name is Dieyue. She is withdrawn and taciturn. Su Zimo's understanding of her is limited to this.

Su Zimo didn't know when Dieyue was standing behind him, but today, Dieyue looked at him a little strangely, beyond words.

Su Zimo nodded at her and walked back to the room.

Two years of contact, this way of greeting, both sides have long been accustomed to, and Su Zimo knows that even if he speaks, Dieyue will not pay attention.

Su Zimo closed the door tightly, and from the corner took out a sharp knife with a handle about a foot long.

Su Zimo groped for a long time, then found another whetstone, sprinkled some water, with a gloomy face and cold eyes, sharpening the knife one by one.

After a while, Su Zimo seemed to remember something, pushed the door out, looked at Dieyue in the courtyard, and said, "Miss Die, you should rest early today, and no matter what noise you hear at night, you must not leave the room. "

Dieyue was noncommittal and looked indifferent.

For some reason, a strange thought suddenly appeared in Su Zimo's heart.

In terms of temperament and realm, the Dieyue in front of him is more like a fairy, elegant and indifferent, and indifferent to everything, how can a real fairy get angry and hurt people because of a mortal kneeling or not kneeling?

Of course, this thought flashed by, but Su Zimo didn't get into it either.

Su Zimo took out a jar of wine from the cellar in the yard, opened the mud seal, and deliberately spilled some spirits along the way, which happened to lead to his room.

When he came to the door, Su Zimo let go of his hand, the wine jar fell and shattered, and the wine splashed around, exuding a strong breath.

Dieyue watched the whole process in her eyes, and there was a faint smile on the corner of her mouth.

Su Zimo walked into the room, but the door was not closed tightly, it was hidden.

Coming to the corner, Su Zimo continued to sharpen his knife.

Tonight is doomed to be restless.

Su Zimo is waiting.

wait for someone...

...

At night, the moon is dark and the wind is high.

A sneaky figure slipped into Su Zimo's mansion along the high wall.

When it hit the ground, the movement was a little louder, and the shadow hurried to the corner with agility.

After a while, the courtyard was quiet, and there was nothing unusual. Only then did the shadow stand up, and with his backhand he took out a dagger with a flickering cold light from his waist.

Through the cold light of the dagger, it can be vaguely identified that this person is Zhou Dingyun, who joined Shen Mengqi to worship at the Immortal Gate!

Zhou Dingyun is a master who will pay revenge. Originally, he was still a little worried about the Su family and Su Zimo's fame.

Now that Su Zimo has become a pariah, but he has entered the fairy gate and soared into the sky, how can he easily spare Su Zimo?

What's more, as long as Su Zimo is killed without knowing it tonight, he will leave Pingyang Town with Master Canglang tomorrow.

Even if the Su family reacted, they would not dare to come to the door, otherwise, the wrath of Master Canglang would be a disaster for the family.

Zhou Dingyun didn't have any martial arts skills, but he was strong and physically strong.

After taking a few steps carefully, Zhou Dingyun smelled a faint aroma of wine, and when he glanced at it, he saw a broken wine jar at the door of the room.

"Hehe." Zhou Dingyun was relieved, and said with a wicked smile: "I haven't experienced the storm, and I'm still playing the trick of borrowing wine to drown my sorrows. Now I'm afraid that I'm drunk. It's so good, I will break your tendons and hamstrings. I will torture you slowly!"

Zhou Dingyun swaggered to the door of the room. Seeing that the door was hidden, he looked inside through the crack of the door and saw that there seemed to be a person lying on the bed, but the light was weak and he couldn't see it clearly.

Zhou Dingyun didn't think much about it, with a grim expression on his face, he pushed the door open, and rushed in.

The smell of alcohol in the room became heavier, Zhou Dingyun frowned, and gently touched the bed.

Just as Zhou Dingyun came to the bed, a shadow silently walked out from behind the door, like a ghost.

suddenly!

A cold light flashed in the darkness, and before he could react, Zhou Dingyun felt a slight cold on his neck, a faint tingling pain, and a cold voice sounded in his ear.

"Move and I'll kill you!"

In an instant, Zhou Dingyun's back was cold, and the hairs all over his body stood up.

Even with a thousand jins of strength in his body, Zhou Dingyun couldn't make it out.

He knew very well that what was hanging around his neck was definitely a sharp weapon, at least it could easily pierce his throat.

"You, you, who are you?"

Zhou Dingyun panicked, he felt as if his throat had been punctured, and the warm liquid was sliding down his neck into his chest.

This feeling is terrifying!

It was as if his life force was running out a little bit, but he couldn't do anything about it.

Unpredictable, Zhou Dingyun felt that his hair was suddenly forcibly pulled up, and he pulled it back suddenly!

There was a tear-like pain from the scalp, and it was almost pulled off!

"what!"

Zhou Dingyun cried out in pain.

Under the stimulation of this severe pain and the threat of the death of the sharp blade, Zhou Dingyun's legs softened, and with a thud, he fell to his knees.

Zhou Dingyun never felt that death was so close to him.

"Look who I am." The voice behind him sounded again, cold and gloomy, like a life-threatening ghost in the underworld.

Zhou Dingyun maintained a strange posture, tilted his head back, tried his best to widen his eyes, and looked up.

Seeing this, Zhou Dingyun was frightened to the core.

In the darkness, Su Zimo's face was gloomy, and his eyebrows were sullen. There was no trace of the scholar's Confucianism. Those eyes were frighteningly bright, and his eyes seemed to be sharper than the sharp knife in his hand!

At this moment, Zhou Dingyun really felt Su Zimo's killing intent and determination.

"Damn it! Su Zimo lost his fame and became a pariah. He really wanted to kill me."

"No, I'm going to worship Xianmen, I can't die!"

Between the lights and flint, Zhou Dingyun's mind turned thousands of thoughts, and finally all turned into a strong desire to survive.

Zhou Dingyun trembled: "You, you can't kill me, the real person knows, you, you can't escape death..."

"Ha ha."

Su Zimo said with a smile: "I'm a cheap man now, and I was about to bring someone to be buried with me. It's really unfortunate. If you bump into it yourself, don't blame me."

Su Zimo's smile in the dark fell into Zhou Dingyun's eyes, and it looked particularly terrifying.

That indifferent tone made Zhou Dingyun even more afraid.

"Crazy, Su Zimo is crazy!"

Before this thought came to his mind, Zhou Dingyun felt the sharp knife on his throat move again.

With bursts of tingling pain, Zhou Dingyun's spirit collapsed instantly.

"Su, Second Young Master Su, please, spare my life, I will never do evil again."

"Second Young Master Su, I, Zhou Dingyun, swear to the heavens that if I am lucky enough to go to Immortal Sect in the future, I will never come to retaliate against you, otherwise I will be shot through my heart and die."

Su Zimo didn't say a word, just narrowed his eyes and stared at Zhou Dingyun faintly.

This silence made Zhou Dingyun panic even more.

Zhou Dingyun couldn't understand Su Zimo's mind at all.

I don't know how long it took, when Zhou Dingyun was almost desperate, he suddenly felt that his scalp loosened, and the sharp knife on his neck was slowly removed.

"get out."

Su Zimo said coldly.

These two words were like fairy sounds, and Zhou Dingyun fled the room as if he had been granted amnesty.

Zhou Dingyun's palm tightly covered the wound on his neck and ran to the yard, gasping for breath.

After escaping from death, Zhou Dingyun gritted his teeth, and evil thoughts rose again in his heart.

"Su Zimo is a scholar after all, but he just took the lead. How capable can he be?"

Zhou Dingyun's eyes were fierce, and he couldn't help but look back.

I saw Su Zimo standing at the door, dressed in a green shirt, holding a chi-long sharp knife in his right hand, his eyes were cold, and his whole person seemed to be a man-devouring tiger, full of murderous intent!

With a little mockery in those eyes, it seemed that he had seen through Zhou Dingyun's mind.

The evil thoughts that Zhou Dingyun had just raised disappeared instantly.

Zhou Dingyun didn't know how deep the wound on his neck was, or whether Su Zimo still had his back, no matter what, he didn't want to take any more risks.

"It is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge in ten years."

Zhou Dingyun thought so, and hurriedly fled from here.