The illusion will not disappear because of Nangong Si's pain, it is still brutally continuing, spreading the flesh-and-blood truths in front of everyone one by one.
Beside Jincheng Pond, Nangong Liu crushed the man-eating pomfret's face with his feet, looked left and right, and said, "Beast."
"The beast wants his wife's spiritual core, so the lord can not give it." Xu Shuanglin said, "But the lord sold his wife for the sake of Shenwu."
"What to sell or not to sell, don't say it so ugly. Senior Sister Rong is already in poor health, and she has invited the best doctor in Linlingyu to see her, and they all say that her time is running out. If she is healthy, how can I do this? I am willing to dedicate her to this evil beast."
Xu Shuanglin raised his brows slightly, but did not speak.
Nangong Liu stared at the man-eating pomfret for a while, then suddenly got a little angry and complained sullenly, "Fate is unfair."
It seems that he did not expect that a person like him who has both fame and fortune would blame fate, Xu Shuanglin was a little surprised, and actually laughed: "What?"
"I said, fate is not fair."
"… "
"Why do other people ask for a divine martial arts? All the things that the auspicious beasts entrusted to me were to sing a song or something. When they came to me, they summoned a vicious beast, but they wanted my wife's life—what can I do? How can I choose?"
Nangong Liu looked very angry.
"When you asked for Shenwu in Jinchengchi, you also saw it, the servant was silent, and the master pointed out. That Chu nightning... Damn, a fifteen or six-year-old boy dared to offend me like that, full of benevolence and morality. ... It really doesn't hurt to stand and talk! I don't believe that if he had to choose, he would choose the former between a wife who was dying of illness and a powerful Shenwu!"
However, Xu Shuanglin smiled: "That's really hard to say. Don't look at me like that, I'm serious, you can never guess what they're thinking."
"What else can I think about? It's nothing more than the praise of the famous Shi Haine. Can I not know them?"
The more Nangong Liu thought about it, the more aggrieved he felt, and he kicked the pomfret with a curse.
"Since I became this head, I have really suffered from grievances, not to mention the curse, but I have to greet people with a smile all day long... It is also fortunate that I can swallow my anger and endure the humiliation of the crotch, otherwise I am afraid that the year of seeking the sword , I have to die in the hands of Chu Wanning."
"You're right." Xu Shuanglin still smiled, "I also think that Chu nightning really wanted to kill you back then. But I didn't expect you to be able to persuade him, not only to escape from his heavenly question. After he died, he also sealed his mouth so that he didn't make it public about what you did by Jin Chengchi. As for your ability to save your life, I still admire the Sect Master Xianjun."
"He also knows that Confucianism can't be chaotic, and how can he be angry." Nangong Liudao, "Besides, I still have Si'er, making him think that his mother was severely injured during the demon eradication. It is better than the truth to stimulate him. much smaller."
Xu Shuanglin sighed, and nodded his head fairly: "No wonder he wants to leave, if I were him, I would have disgusted you."
"You think I think so? Do I have a choice? I've said it all—" Nangong Liu said, "Fate is unfair."
Seeing this, someone quietly looked at Chu Wanning's side and muttered: "It turned out that Mrs. Rong, Master Chu actually knew?"
"He knew that he was hiding it for Nangong Liu, but he didn't tell the world."
"He was probably afraid of things. He was only fifteen years old at the time. If he really offended Confucianism, he wouldn't be able to eat and walk around."
Someone spoke softly for Chu Wanning: "I don't think it is, he is just a big loser because of his smallness. You heard that Nangong Liu didn't say it. Chu Zongshi didn't tell the truth, because he was afraid that Nangong Si would be sad when he knew it."
"But he doesn't matter. Is it important to be a child or the integrity of the leader of the faction? Alas, if he had said it earlier, the Confucianism Sect would not have been in the current situation."
"You can't say it like that. If he really said it back then, the higher-level cultivation world would probably be in chaos... In short, everyone has their own choices. If it's you, you may not be willing to stand up."
"Oh, that's not necessarily true. If it was me, I would definitely come out immediately to reveal the true face of Nangong Liu. If you have to stand by and watch this kind of thing, it is like an accomplice."
Although their voices are small, but the ink burning ear is good, a few words floated into his ears, he was angry and was about to talk, but his sleeves were pulled.
"Master!"
Chu nightning looked indifferent and shook his head: "No need to say more."
"Not at all! Didn't they get it? How could you go public in that situation? Who can't prioritize? Obviously—"
Chu nightning lightly: "Angry?"
Mo Ran nodded.
Chu nightning said: "What must you do?"
The ink burned and nodded again.
Chu nightning said: "Okay, then you help me cover my ears."
"… "
"I have no intention of arguing with him, but I don't want to hear it either. You cover it for me, and when they stop talking, you can release it."
The ink burned really went behind Chu nightning, raised his hand, one side, and covered his ears. He looked down at the person in front of him, and felt very resentful and distressed. He really couldn't understand why Chu nightning did everything so well, and some people were still dissatisfied? This person seems to have lived his entire life for the sake of others, and he has never lived a single day of selfishness. Why is it that as long as one thing is controversial, as long as one thing is not so black and white, so many people will stab in the spine
As always, people tend to be accustomed to be grateful for a good deed of a wicked man, and to bite the bullet for a little fault of a good man.
In the previous life, Ta Xianjun killed countless people. One day, he took the wrong medicine and gave each of the masters of Wubei Temple 10,000 taels of gold, so he was praised by people. They all said that Ta Xianjun put down his butcher knife and became a Buddha. During that time, people said that Because of this little good deed, Treading Immortal Monarch exudes dazzling brilliance all over his body.
And what about Chu nightning? Chu nightning is an undisputed master and the most kind and benevolent immortal in the world, so as long as he is wrong, he will be speculated with infinite malice.
How many times.
Chu nightning was doing things ruthlessly, and some people scolded him cold-blooded.
When Chu nightning was soft, some people questioned his fear of things.
Mo Ran even heard someone talking about Chen Yuanwai in Caidie Town during the five-year travel period, and there was a voice pointing out that Chu Wanning was for grandstanding, so he whipped the employer and hurt mortals—
"He is a wooden man without a conscience, otherwise you can see, where would a normal person have no three or five friends? Look at this late night of Chu, who betrayed the master of sin at the age of fifteen, and has been alone since then. Da, who wants to be his friend?"
"Yeah, no matter how wrong the Chen member in Caidie Town was, it was also the employer. Chu nightning started so hard, so he didn't care about the face of the sect and the rules of Xianmen. I think he is lonely for a long time, and I feel a little bit in my heart. distortion."
Psychological twist
Who is twisted
Isn't this person paying enough
Is it really the right thing to squeeze his blood dry, chew the meat, and even sacrifice his bones, so that he deserves to be a veritable Master Chu
Mo Ran covered his ears, Chu nightning was tall and slender, but standing in front of the current Mo Ran, the top of his head still only reached his chin. Chu nightning is not a weak person, but Mo Ran looked at him with low eyelashes, but suddenly felt that he was very pitiful, and couldn't help but give birth to infinite love and softness.
He wanted to hug this man more than ever before.
Those who are not erotic, just simply want to hold him, want to give him size and warmth with flesh and blood in this hard world, that's all.
For these doubts that are just spoken out of the mind, and the words "if it is me, I must do it, how do I do it", Chu nightning is more accustomed to burning ink, and it seems very plain.
At this time, Jin Chengchi's memories were also over, and the fragments of memories were collapsing and reorganizing again. Chu nightning turned his eyes away and fell on Nangong Si.
Nangong Si turned his back to him, kept kneeling, and never stood up again.
Chu nightning sighed softly.
He and Nangong Si, although they do not have the name of master and apprentice, have the reality of master and apprentice. If possible, he really hopes that Nangong Si will think that Rong Yan unfortunately died when he killed a monster in his life, but things backfired. After so many years, the paper is still penetrated by flames and burned to ashes.
In the eyes of Chu Wanning, Nangong Si, who is now kneeling, and the child who is kneeling in the mourning hall in the memory, suddenly overlapped together.
The child was carrying Xingyou clumsily on his back, but his backing was very jerky and could not be coherent. He wiped his tears and slowly recited it to his mother.
"There is a fish in Beiming, its name is Kun. Kun is so big, I don't know how many thousands of miles it is; when it turns into a bird, its name is Peng..." He stumbled, every time he stopped, his tender and young face, All have sufferings that should not be suffered at this age, "And the world... praised... but not persuaded, the world... not... but not added... frustrated, determined... The distinction between the inside and the outside, the debate... "
The child's soft voice stopped abruptly, he didn't take it down, his small body was shaking gently, like a willow in the wind, he finally covered his face, couldn't bear it any longer, and burst into tears.
"A-Niang... I was wrong, Si'er was wrong... You wake up, okay, A-Niang... I won't be fun anymore, wake up and teach me again, okay?"
Later, Xiaoyaoyou became a scroll that Nangong Si would transcribe silently in every morning class, accompanied by him, from the slender child to the high-spirited Confucian-style son.
Mrs. Rong is gone and can no longer teach him.
Soon after, Chu nightning also left and never looked back.
Nangong Si has never been a teacher. With this old quiver that was sewed and mended, and with the sentence "greed, grievance, murder, prostitution, robbery and plundering, I am a Confucian gentleman and a gentleman." In the world's No. 1 sect, he grew into an upright hero who was completely different from his father.
At this time, nearly fifteen years have passed since Mrs. Rong's death.
The phantoms gathered again. This time, what appeared in front of everyone was Nangong Liu's bedroom. It was a full moon night. Nangong Liu was huddled on the bed. But Nangong Liu was wrapped in several layers of thick mattresses, trembling constantly, and her lips were blue and purple.
Chu nightning patted the ink burning hand: "Release, I want to continue watching."
The ink burned: "You don't have to look, I'll tell you." He still didn't want to put down the hand covering Chu nightning's ears, but was patted twice by Chu nightning, and he knew that he couldn't help it, so he had to hang his hand down. , On the other hand, he swept around in a gloomy circle, thinking that someone would say that Chu nightning is not, so he secretly stamped it in his mind, and went back to find these people to settle accounts alone.
In the illusion, Xu Shuanglin walked in from the door and gave a crooked salute, very unruly. But Nangong Liu seemed to be used to it and didn't care. His eyes were bloodshot and he asked, "Shuanglin, where's the medicine? Where's the medicine?"
"It's a match, it failed."
Nangong Liu shouted "Ah", but she was so frightened that her nose and tears flowed together: "How can... how can... You clearly said yes... I can't take it anymore, my bones are pierced with spikes. Myself! You, please help me close the windows tightly, so that no light will come in, and no…”
"It's already closed. It's a full moon today. Even if you don't go out, you'll still feel pain." Xu Shuanglin said, "It's useless, you can't escape."
"No-no! Where's the medicine?" Nangong Liu was a little crazy, "The medicine is the medicine and the medicine!! You said it could be prepared! I believe you! The medicine!!!"
"I flipped through the volume again. I didn't deserve it. This curse on you is too vicious. You have to have something to unlock it."
"What?! I can give you anything you want!! Just give me medicine! Give me medicine!!"
Xu Shuanglin said, "I want the spirit core of the curser."
"!"
Nangong Liu's face turned pale in an instant.
"Spiritual core... you want... you want his spirit core?"
"Have it?"
"How can there be!!" Nangong Liu roared, his hair was disheveled and his mouth was drooling, "You also know who cursed me! My good master, that trash... pustule... gentleman! Luo Fenghua! He usurped my position. , when I kicked him off the throne, he was already smashed to pieces! I also pressed his ashes in the extremely dangerous blood pool of Feng Shui, and sent his soul to the endless hell, never to be reborn! Now his bones are It's all gone! You want me to find his spiritual core? How can I find it? How can I find it!?!"
Xu Shuanglin was silent for a while, and when Nangong Liu finished his roar, he gradually became desperate, and his throat overflowed with choking, and then he slowly said: "I still have a way, but it is difficult to do it. Do you want to listen?"
"Speak... Speak, you speak!"
"Although Luo Fenghua is dead, you should know that it is recorded in "The Record of the Dead" that the ghosts who have fallen into the endless hell, although they will never be transcended, they can gather three souls and seven souls, giving birth to flesh and blood just like they were alive, forming a ghost womb. It is a tragically dead ghost body, the stronger it is, and some will even grow a giant skeleton outside the ghost body to protect the soul."
"So what? I can't go to the Infernal Hell and find his body again..."
"You can't go, but he can come." Xu Shuanglin smiled slightly, his expression was very peaceful in the candlelight, as if he was talking about which friend's room to go to for tea tonight, "The ghost world and the world are bound together by an enchantment. Barriers are blocking each other, as long as the five great spiritual energies are aggregated into pure clearness, the gap in the endless hell can be torn open."
"Tear open... the gap in the Infernal Hell?"
Xu Shuanglin smiled and said: "Yes, tearing the gap will lead Luo Fenghua's ghost to come out. The ghost is exactly the same as the body before his death, and it also has a spiritual core. You eat his flesh and blood, and then take out his spiritual core. You will not worry about the curse."
He paused for a while, then said again: "It's just that the five major spiritual qi are a bit difficult to gather. It is best to need a good essence spiritual body... Don't be impatient, let me think of a way."
Nangong Liu opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but what he could let out was a terrifying wailing.
"Is it really that painful?" Xu Shuanglin sighed, "Your master must have hated you for killing his master so much that he would cast such a ruthless curse on the ring, which is truly pitiful."
"woo..."
"Okay, bear with it, it won't hurt when it's dawn." Xu Shuanglin said, and sat down on the edge of the bed with his legs crossed, one hand on his cheeks, the other on his feet, "I'll be with you. Come on, talk to you, distract you, and you won't be in so much pain."
Nangong Liu arched himself into the depths of the quilt, gasping for breath inside.
Xu Shuanglin said: "Hey, what are you talking about?... Why don't you talk about Si'er? He is also a difficult child, born with a tyrannical spirit and easy to go crazy. This seems to be a chronic disease of the Nangong family. I heard that his great-grandfather also had it. What's wrong with this?"
Nangong Liu huddled under the quilt and swallowed, "Yeah."
"What are you going to do?"
"What should I do?" Nangong Liu's voice was fighting, "His illness is better than mine, and it is much easier to deal with. After marrying a wife... all, they can suppress the spiritual flow through double cultivation. You, still ...let's be more concerned about my curse..."
"Haven't I always been concerned about your curse? But the more you think about it, the more severe the pain will be." Xu Shuanglin turned around and laughed, digging between his toes, "But will this double cultivation be right? Your partner's health is too good? I heard that Si'er's great-grandmother left at a young age."
"Bullshit, nonsense."
"Oh, I just asked casually. I didn't expect her to die prematurely because of Shuangxiu." Xu Shuanglin sighed, "The Confucianism is really deep, and the head actually wants to use his wife's life to help him survive the catastrophe."
"Women's lives... are... useless."
Xu Shuanglin smiled and said, "You look down on women so much."
"It's not like you don't understand the teachings of the master."
"I don't understand, what did the sect master say?"
"The door of Confucianism should be led by a gentleman."
"That's right."
"What is a gentleman? It's a man, understand?"
"...Pfft, it's disrespectful to say it. Sect Master, you misinterpreted this sentence. I'm afraid that you will make Sect Master too angry from the hero's grave."
Nangong Liu shivered: "You haven't married a wife, you don't understand. Women... it's useless, only to inherit the lineage, yes... It's their responsibility. Grandmother can dedicate herself to grandfather, but also willingly... "
"Will you be willing?" Xu Shuanglin smiled, "Then do you have to find someone for Si'er who is willing to cultivate with him and die for him?"
"... already found... "
Xu Shuanglin was taken aback: "What? Who? Who is who?" He seemed very gossipy, and crawled inside the bed, almost trying to pull Nangong Liu out of the quilt. There are candidates for the young master's wife, so please tell me about it."
Nangong Liu wrapped the quilt and rubbed into the depths of the bed, endured the pain for a while, and then said hoarsely: "Your righteous daughter, Ye Wangxi."
"!"