It is Jincheng Pond, and the inscription on the stele beside the pond "It is difficult to travel" is strong and powerful, with bright red handwriting.
There are still only two living people in the scene, Nangong Liu and Xu Shuanglin. The reason why there are only two living people is because there are countless dead people lying on the ground.
Or you can say, some dead Jiaoren.
"Hurry up. If the road is blocked and other monks are not allowed to go up the mountain, I am afraid it will cause suspicion."
"It's almost ready." Xu Shuanglin put a black spot in the mouth of a Jiaoman, and then chanted the mantra silently. The Jiaoman stood up from the ground staggeringly, bowed towards the two of them, and jumped back with a thud into the Jincheng Pond, which was floating with crushed ice. Xu Shuanglin said: "I'm not proficient in this forbidden technique. When I'm more proficient, I don't need to feed them the pieces one by one. As long as they volley a little, they can obey the orders and send them to me."
"so smart?"
"Otherwise, why is it called a forbidden technique? Even if you cultivate to that level, it's just a skin. I've seen someone..." Xu Shuanglin suddenly stopped talking and smiled, "I mean, I read that it was recorded in the book that someone could Retaining all the consciousness of the living beings, and at the same time making them willing to listen to their orders, that is amazing. At this level, I can only manipulate the body, but I can't control the mind, and it's far from it."
Nangong Liu nodded: "You don't have to cultivate too well, it's not a good thing to attract attention."
"Your lord said yes."
"But thank you for coming up with this method - to unlock my curse, you need to open the gate of the infernal hell, and to open the gate of the infernal hell, you need to have the five elements of gold, wood, water, fire, earth, and spiritual power. The essence of this world is difficult to find. Spirit body, we You can’t test one by one, but you have the ability to change the Jincheng Pond, and what kind of spiritual core those monks who come to ask for swords will tell you honestly, it’s a good thing to sit back and enjoy.”
As he spoke, he took out an orange from the shackles of the horse next to him, peeled it, and ate it in admiration, "Shuanglin, the spirits of Jin Chengchi can't beat you, you are really capable."
Xu Shuanglin smiled and said: "Although Jincheng Pond is an ancient relic, after hundreds of millions of years, the divine power of Gouchen Shanggong has already been reduced to very little. Otherwise, how can I take advantage of my ability to enter. Your honor is too much."
Nangong Liu laughed: "After all, how do you want me to reward you?"
"I have nothing to ask for."
"Hey, no, I have to say something."
"The Lord will reward me with half of the oranges."
Nangong Liu was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "What is this?" But he still peeled the orange and handed it to Xu Shuanglin, "I'll give you the whole."
"Half is good." Xu Shuanglin smiled lightly, "I don't want much."
"You're a strange person. That's half of it."
Nangong Liu said, and handed over the orange flesh. Xu Shuanglin's fingertips had blood stains, which made it inconvenient to pick up.
At that moment, Xu Shuanglin's smile seemed a little scary under the sun, the orange juice smeared and stopped at the corners of his mouth, he stuck out his tongue and licked it off, like a poisonous snake spitting out a letter.
Nangong Liu was suddenly a little scared, and immediately took his hand back, but then there was an annoyed and confused look on his face, as if he didn't understand what he was afraid of.
Xu Shuanglin suddenly said, "Look at that."
"What?" Nangong Liu Wenzhi looked at it, and after a few moments, his eyes widened, and a slightly fat face showed a very complicated expression, "Yes... it..."
"Man-eating pomfret." Xu Shuanglin brought the dead pomfret over, and fell on the sandy beach and leaned over to examine it carefully. The lion-faced fish-shaped monster grinned, revealing blood-stained canine teeth , a pair of gray-black eyes burst out, and there was no light inside.
Xu Shuanglin dipped a bit of the blood on his body, smelled it, and rubbed his bare feet subconsciously, frowning, "Ouch, it really stinks."
He stood up and kicked the pomfret: "This should be a rare evil beast in Jincheng Pond. Although Gou Chen stayed in the pool to guard the gods and martial arts in those days, it was auspicious beasts, but the long time was enough to change many things. Specter can be detached, gods can fall, not to mention a mere beast."
Nangong Liu murmured: "It was it back then... I wanted to give Rong Yan's heart..."
Everyone outside the phantom was horrified. Except for Chu Wanning, who already knew the truth, everyone else was even more surprised than just now: "What?!"
"Rong Yan... that's... that's... "
Some people were talking, and some people had already looked back at Nangong Si, both stunned and pity: "That's his..."
Nangong Si was stunned at first, and then his whole body began to tremble. He staggered back and fell to his knees on the ground. His face was paler than a dead person, and more terrifying than a ghost.
"Mother? Impossible... Impossible!"
Ye Wangxi held back his tears and said, "Si..."
"Impossible!!" Nangong Si tends to go mad, his handsome face is distorted by fear and anger, grief and horror, his facial features are almost dislocated, he can't hear anyone's words, no sound anymore, " Impossible! My mother died while slaying monsters! My father told me that she pierced her heart to death while slaying monsters!"
Immediately after that, he was shocked and muttered to himself: "Without the heart... pierced through the heart and died..."
He didn't cry, his eyes widened and his canthus was completely split, he kept repeating hoarsely, from murmur to low drink, from low drink to roar, from roar to howling frantically: "Tear through the heart!!! !!"
The memory flashed back suddenly.
He was still very young that year, his parents and a group of people set out together to go to Jinchengchi to seek a sword. He remembered it very deeply. The night before, because of his playfulness, he and Nao Baibai were insane in the Houshan Forest Garden until late. Lunong sneaked back into the house late at night and wanted to put on an endorsement. I came to him and wanted to give him a newly embroidered cloth quiver, but after looking around, I didn't see anyone in the mansion of the young master, so I knew that he was sneaking out to play again.
Rong Yan is a woman with a very cold personality, and she has never been intimate and doting on Nangong Si like an ordinary mother-in-law. When she came to Nangong Si's bedroom again, Nangong Si was holding a volume of "Xiaoyaoyou" in a pretentious manner, shaking her head and reciting. Rong Yan stopped him and asked him, "What did you do after dinner?"
Nangong Si didn't know that Rong Yan had already found out that she was fishing, put down the book, scratched her head and said with a candid smile: "Mother, I, I endorse the book."
"Have you been carrying it all the time?"
Afraid of being punished, the child hesitated for a while, but still nodded: "Mmm... um um!"
Rong Yan raised Xiuyi's neck slightly, raised her chin, lowered her eyes, and her eyes were sharp and cold: "Lie."
Nangong Si was startled and blushed: "I didn't."
Rong Yan didn't say much, took his bamboo slips, put them together and asked, "It's not the whole world without being frustrated, what's the previous sentence?"
"And... and all over the world... and..."
"And the world is famous without persuading!" Rong Yan frowned, slapped the bamboo slip on the case, and said sternly, "Nangong Si, how did your mother teach you on weekdays? It’s so late, how could you still learn to lie now?!”
"Mother..."
"Don't call me!"
Seeing that she was annoyed, Nangong Si couldn't help but panic. Compared with his amiable father, he was actually more in awe of his mother, who had always been in uniform and had a heroic spirit.
"You are so outrageous."
The little child couldn't help but blushed. For fear that she would scold him again, he argued with a bit of luck, "I, I didn't come back too late, I just played outside for a while after dinner."
Rong Yan glared at him. The mother, who was not so angry before, became more and more disappointed and angry in her son's sophistry.
"I'll be back as soon as it gets dark—"
"Snapped!"
A loud slap interrupted Nangong Si's words.
Rong Yan's chest heaved up and down, still maintaining the posture of raising her hand, she shouted in anger: "Nangong Si! Greed, grievance, murder, prostitution, robbery, I am a Confucian gentleman seven can't do, where did you learn this sentence? You? Are you going to continue to lie to your mother?!"
Nangong Si was dazed by her beating, and it took a long time for him to recover. Tears filled his eyes, and he was also aggrieved, and shouted loudly: "If you weren't so fierce, what would I do to deceive people? You? Hit me and scold me at every turn... You, you treat me not at all! I don't like you! I like Daddy!" Then he ran out to find Nangong Liu.
"You stop for me!"
Rong Yan grabbed him, her face was extremely ugly, she pointed a finger with bright red cardamom at the tip of her son's nose, her eyes surging with anger.
"What do you want to do with your father? Your father is a stubborn man all day long, and he is a waste. Do you want to learn from him?! Sit down with me!"
"I don't want it! I don't want it!"
Rong Yan gritted her silver teeth and dragged the struggling Nangong Si back to her seat, but as soon as she let go, Nangong Si was about to run again. In the end, Rong Yan had to raise her hand and slammed down a restraint, tying him completely. Nangong Si fell to his knees, humiliated and annoyed, like a beast trapped in a cage, gasping for breath.
"Let me go! I don't want a mother like you! You... you never talked to me well, you never cared about me, you just scold me... you just scold me!"
Rong Yan's face turned red and white, her lips trembled slightly, and she said after a while: "You stay in the room honestly for me, recite the whole chapter of Xiaoyaoyou, and I will check it tomorrow. If it is more naughty, I will... "
At the end of her speech, she was a little dazed, so what? She actually didn't know that she had always been iron-clad and strong-willed. Even in the face of her cowardly husband, she could rudely reprimand him in public and show him color.
But Nangong Si... What can she do
She stood there for a while, feeling sour and resentful, sad and helpless, angered, she couldn't help coughing violently. , but she didn't care. Before Nangong Si could see it, she wiped it with a handkerchief, and then spoke hoarsely and gloomily.
"Si'er, you are still young, right and wrong in this world are often not able to see clearly with your eyes. Sometimes people who are tolerant of you may not expect you to be good, and those who are strict with you will also It's not necessarily that I look bad at you. Your father is weak and incompetent, not to mention..." She paused, did not speak immediately, considered it for a while, gave up the sentence, and said, "Mother doesn't want you to become a monk like him in the future. , to be a leader like him."
Nangong Si bit her lips and said nothing.
"You are naughty and you don't care about your schoolwork. These are not big things, but how can you learn to lie and deceive people? My Confucianism has been built for centuries, and I have always insisted on being a gentleman. Dad never taught you seriously, but I'm your mother. If he doesn't tell you, I'll tell you, repeating it to you again and again. Even if you don't listen, even if you think I'm harsh, even if you hate me."
"... Daddy didn't tell me, that's because he treats me as a sire, he makes me happy, he makes me happy, how about you?!" Nangong Si angrily said, "What mother, you only treat me as a Confucianist. Young master, be the head of the future! I am with you, and there is no good time for a long time! I will not listen to you!"
Rong Yan was so annoyed that an abnormal flush appeared on her snow-white cheeks. She covered her face with a handkerchief, coughed again, and then took a long breath before saying sternly:
"Okay. If you don't listen, I'll keep talking to you until you understand it one day."
"..." The child was so stubborn that he covered his ears with his hands.
Rong Yan sat on the chair and slowly calmed down, but her heart was still throbbing. She remembered the injuries she suffered in her early years when she was exorcising demons. Although she used medicine every day, she still turned into a scabby, and she became more and more ill. Heavy, looked up again at the rebellious appearance of the child under the lamp, and closed his eyes involuntarily.
After a long while, she said in a slow tone, "Si'er, my mother can't be with you forever. One day, I won't be able to stare at you anymore, I won't be able to wake you up again, I just hope you can understand in the future..."
She suddenly stopped talking.
Because, she saw Nangong Si squatting on the ground, her small body curled up in a ball, crying under the forbidden spell she cast, her child, the always happy and cheerful Si'er, in her fight While scolding, she choked and cried.
Rong Yan was stunned for a long time, then stood up slowly, walked to the forbidden magic barrier, raised her hand, wanted to untie it, bent over to hug him, stroked his red and swollen cheeks, and kissed his forehead.
But she endured, and she still stood ruthlessly in the end.
She slowly finished the second half of the sentence: "You must understand... greed, grievance, murder, prostitution, robbery, etc., are the seven things that a Confucian gentleman cannot do."
"I don't understand, I don't understand, I... I..." Nangong Si raised her teary eyes and shouted to the mother outside the forbidden spell, "I hate you! I don't have an aunt like you!"
"… "
At that moment, outside the Forbidden Magic Barrier, Rong Yan's face was so pale, her normally cold and determined face seemed to be heartbroken.
That face has appeared in Nangong Si's sleep many times in the past twenty years. When he woke up, the pillow was already wet. At that time, he was like a highly poisonous scorpion, waving its claws and piercing the vicious juice. into the mother's heart.
It hurts, it really hurts.
After a lifetime, there will be no relief, and it will never be able to reconcile with yourself.
On the third day, Rong Yan didn't come to the mansion to see him, only the maid brought him a quiver embroidered with camellias and a letter.
In the letter, the mother's notes were solemn and solemn, and there were not many good words. She only said that she knew that Si'er had been practicing martial arts recently and liked bows and arrows, so she embroidered a rucksack for him to carry. He also said that he was going to Jin Chengchi with his father, and when he came back, he would play "Xiaoyaoyou" again, hoping that he would stop being playful and self-willed.
What about him
How did he do it
He was still angry, and he harbored resentment. He took a knife and cut the quiver that his mother sewed into several pieces. He threw his mother's letters into the fire and burned them to ashes. Young and middle-aged children feel so happy that they are torn apart.
He got revenge on her.
He hates her.
He wanted to let her know that he would never listen to such a bad mother's teachings, that he would never compromise, that he...
He bared his teeth and grinned extremely viciously, and he tried his best to build the city wall.
He waited for his mother to bow her head to him and admit her mistake, or maybe... At that time, he was just using his pitiful malice to exchange for a soft word and a hug from his mother.
But he waited for nothing.
It's okay to admit your mistake, embrace it, regret it, or be gentle.
He's ready to be complacent, waiting to declare war on the woman again, and then—
He waited for her corpse.
"Ye Lin, the head of the Confucianism Sect, was attacked, and his wife protected each other and pierced her heart to death."
When the coffin came back, Nangong Si stood blankly beside the tower where the Confucianism Gate was towering into the air. The white silk and paper money were scattered all over the floor. As the only heir, he stood at the front and waited. According to the custom, the elder fell into the basin. Madam's coffin can cross the fire and be carried back into the martial art. At this time, the son-in-law will kneel down and cry bitterly, grab the ground with his head, and welcome the mother's spiritual return.
But Nangong Si couldn't cry.
He thought it was so absurd, everything was so fake, it didn't seem like it was real. The sun shone on the ground with a dazzling white light, and he was dazzled and nauseated.
not real.
… not real! ! !
If so, what should he do? How can he accept... In this life, the yin and yang are separated, and the last word she said to him was, "greed, grievance, murder, prostitution, robbery, and my Confucianism and gentleman seven must not do."
And what did he answer her
He didn't want to remember, but he hated so deeply that day, shouted so deeply, and his mother's face was so painful and sad outside the barrier.
pain…
It really hurts.
He said that the last word he said to his mother in his life... What he said was...
I hate you.
I don't have an aunt like you.
The coffin was helped, and the elder smashed the porcelain basin beside him. Thousands of people knelt down and wept. The father had long since stopped crying beside the coffin, but Nangong Si just stood there, holding tightly in his hand the camellia that he had cut to pieces. Quiver.
The bright red petals, the pale yellow stamens, the flowers are covered with snow, and they are proud of the snow, as if her warm fingertips had just touched the silk surface, and opened the colorful purple. I don't know if she had a hunch before she died, or it was a coincidence. She embroidered very carefully, and the flowers were lifelike, as if to embroider all her unspoken love, all the exhortations and exhortations for the rest of her life on that stitch. In the middle of the line, locked in this small cloth quiver.
Nangong Si held it tightly.
It was his mother, his grandmother, the last thing left to him in this life.