In the picture, Xu Shuanglin's eyes widened suddenly, and at the same time, most of the people outside the picture were stunned.
When the ink burned here, I faintly felt that something was wrong.
He is a man who has lived two lifetimes, and this conversation is connected with some events in his previous life, allowing him to figure out some intriguing details.
He knew that Ye Wangxi's friendship with Nangong Si was not only because Ye Wangxi had asked to be buried with Nangong Si before his death, but because in his previous life, Ye Wangxi's female identity was publicly known very early. In the world, Nangong Liu appointed her to marry Nangong Si.
In this section, it seems that the father is looking for a double repair furnace for his son, but not long after the two people's marriage agreement, Nangong Si died suddenly, but Ye Wangxi survived... Mo Ran couldn't bear it For a while, was Nangong Si's death really just a coincidence
He doesn't think so.
On the screen, Xu Shuanglin's fingers were clenched into fists, and although he was still smiling, his tone was a little cooler.
"Do you want Xiaoye Ye to marry Si?"
"Well, she's the best fit."
"Where is it suitable?" Xu Shuanglin laughed, "You originally wanted to train her to be the commander of the dark guards, and made her look like neither male nor female, but now you say you want to give her to Si'er, you are not afraid of Si'er despise her."
"He was really unhappy. I saw him often talk and laugh with Ye Wangxi and treat her well, and I thought he would accept it. But when I told him about the marriage, he was furious, saying that he did not I like Ye Wangxi, and the reason for taking care of her is because she is a girl, and it is not easy to get along in the dark city. He refuses to accept this marriage."
Xu Shuanglin: "..."
"How could I compromise? He had a big quarrel with me, saying that I didn't respect his decision, dealt with his life-long affairs at will, and avoided Ye Wangxi even more, being indifferent and alienated. The more I told him, His attitude became worse, and in the end he even thought that I was partial to Ye Wangxi, which was really ignorant." Nangong Liu scolded, "Don't he just despise her because she is not good-looking?"
Xu Shuanglin was quite fair: "...If the head of Xian suddenly asked you to marry a woman you didn't like, would you be willing? I don't think it's really a question of whether it's good or bad, you really don't respect him."
"He's superficial! He wants to marry someone who is useful and virtuous. If he likes beautiful girls, will he not be able to take concubines again after his body has stabilized?" No... I didn't see Ye Wangxi's intentions for Si'er in time, if she was still the same, Si'er would love her."
"You are too absurd." Xu Shuanglin said, "Si'er will not accept it."
"Unless he doesn't want to die. It's extremely painful to cultivate with someone like him with a tyrannical core. If you marry an ordinary woman... I'm afraid, I'm afraid I can't stand it at all..." Nangong Liu breathed, "Ye Wangxi loves him, she is willing to , and bear it."
"How could she possibly want to?!"
"I asked her."
"… what?!"
"I asked her, and I have already told her about this." Nangong Liudao, "She is more afraid of Si'er's injury than she is afraid of her own death."
"..." Xu Shuanglin stopped talking, lowered his head, didn't know what he was thinking, and said after a while, "She is really a fool."
Seeing this, it is almost certain that the ink burns - where did Nangong Si suffer from a serious disease and suddenly died in the previous life? Nine times out of ten, Xu Shuanglin killed himself.
Nangong Si died, Ye Wangxi could live.
The reason why Nangong Si is still alive in this life may be because of Song Qiutong's incident. Song Qiutong is a sphenoid beauty seat, and her physique is very suitable for double cultivation. If she is married to Nangong Si, she will naturally have nothing to say. She even thinks that the pie has fallen from the sky, so she will no longer force Ye Wangxi and Nangong. Si married.
Since the marriage contract between Ye and Si is annulled, and Xu Shuanglin will not harm Nangong Si in this life, then it makes perfect sense. But there is still a little bit of ink burning and puzzled - Xu Shuanglin now looks like a crazy devil, but why does such a devil think Ye Wangxi is so important? Obviously she's just an adopted daughter... What the hell is he obsessing over with that creepy and terrifying person whose intentions are hard to discern
What is it that you want
This period of memory is not long, and it will end soon. When the illusion lights up again, the time is much earlier.
Nangong Liu looks obviously younger than he is now and hasn't gotten any fat yet. He was holding a small object that shimmered with green brilliance in his hand. After a closer look, everyone found that it was the ring of the head of the Confucianism Sect.
This ring cannot be taken off until the day he resigns, and Nangong Liu has not worn it in the picture, so it proves that at this time he has not yet become the true master of the Confucianism Sect.
An attendant came in, knelt down and saluted, the attendant's robe was still stained with blood, it seemed that a fierce battle had just passed. This memory should have happened that night when Nangong Liu killed his master and regained his head.
"Master, what should I do with Luo Fenghua's body?"
Nangong Liu turned the ring and pondered: "Bury it in the hero's tomb, he will have a match with my master and apprentice, and leave him a decent place to return."
"Yes!"
The attendant withdrew.
The ink burned and frowned slightly. He felt a little strange. According to the memories he just saw, Luo Fenghua, the master of the Nangong brothers, was obviously smashed into pieces by Nangong Liu. Hell, never to be transcended.
But why is it said here that Nangong Liu buried his master in the Hero's Tomb
In the illusion, Nangong Liu was holding the Biyingying Sect Master's ring, and a complex and strange luster flashed in his eyes, as if he was a little afraid, but full of desire.
His Adam's apple twitched, and finally he slowly raised his hand, reflecting the candlelight, and put the ring on his thumb solemnly.
He stared at his hand, looked back and forth, the corners of his mouth slowly raised, as if he was about to burst into a bright and happy smile, but the ripples of the smile stopped abruptly before half of it spread.
Nangong Liu shouted, and suddenly fell from the throne, his whole body was trembling with convulsions.
"what!!!"
"Master!"
"What's the matter with you, Chief?"
He hurriedly went to help him. Unexpectedly, when Nangong Liu raised his head, his face was covered in blood, and his face, which had been fine just now, was suddenly torn into countless small openings. Those openings were torn and healed immediately. Stopped surging out of that mysterious scar.
"What's going on!" Nangong Liu panicked, "It hurts... it hurts... how... how could this happen? What's going on?!!"
Footsteps came from outside the door.
A man turned against the moonlight, bare feet with smooth lines, stepped on the cold masonry, came to Nangong Liu, lifted his robe, and knelt down halfway.
This person was Xu Shuanglin, who was younger than he is now. He leaned over and pinched Nangong Liu's face and looked at it carefully. Nangong Liu couldn't stop panting and struggling, tears and snot mixed with blood. Xu Shuanglin seemed to be a little disgusted, frowned, and then asked, "Why did this happen all of a sudden?"
"I don't know... I don't know... Mr. Shuanglin... Mr. help me..."
At this time, Xu Shuanglin was just a counselor to assist Nangong Liu, so Nangong Liu called him Mr. Shuanglin, not an elder.
After some investigation, Xu Shuanglin grabbed Nangong Liu's right hand, looked at the shining ring, and suddenly his expression changed, "This is actually attached to the Mantra of Myriad Tribulations?"
When the relatives gathered around heard the name, they all gasped for breath. Only Nangong Liu, who was in a daze, didn't know what the curse of life and death was, and raised his head blankly with tears in his nose. A crystal clear snot flowed out, with blood stains, dripping on the floor tiles.
"Ah, what is that?"
"Death Curse."
Xu Shuanglin's face was very ugly.
"Luo Fenghua put a death curse on this ring. After he cursed a person who wore the ring, as long as there was the slightest moonlight, his skin would be chapped, and life would be worse than death... Ye Ye is like this."
"what?!"
"It's more than that." Xu Shuanglin stroked the jadeite ring with his hand, closed his eyes to feel the surging spiritual current there, "When the fifteenth month is full, even if you stay at home, the walls are sealed, and the night is not allowed to penetrate. , will still feel the pain of thousands of cuts, and there is no escape..."
He opened his eyes, glanced at Nangong Liu, who was shriveled on the ground, and said softly.
"Until you die."
Under the thick stench of blood, Nangong Liu's pupils suddenly closed, like a panicked rat or a poisonous snake probing its head in a black cave.
He twitched comically, and murmured, "Is it the end of the day?"
"Um."
"Broken, can't be broken?"
"It can't be broken." Xu Shuanglin said, "At least I can't think of any way to break it at the moment... Only later..."
Before he could speak, Nangong Liu broke away from his hand, screamed and laughed and climbed down the steps, dragging a crooked blood mark on the cold and clean floor tiles. He cried and laughed, his voice hoarse and distorted. Extreme, sharp like a needle, even many people outside the illusion could not bear it, and blocked their ears.
"Hahaha - curse me? You curse me?"
"Luo Fenghua! You took the seat of the head of my Nangong family, and I kicked you out of the stage and left you with a corpse. It's just right! You actually curse me? How can you bear it—how can you have a face!!"
"I miss you... The grace of karma... Bury you in... In the hero's tomb... Ha! The hero's tomb! You want me to suffer every night, my skin will be ripped apart - until I die!!!" He growled, inch by inch He moved to the door of the main hall, dormant in the thick black shadow cast by the red copper door of the main hall, his fingers and claws twitched, and they slammed, unable to resist hitting the ground hard.
"Until you die! How can you be ruthless! How can you be ruthless—beast! Beast! You ruin my life!"
"Sect Master..." Yu Yu couldn't bear it, and wanted to bring him back in the past, but Nangong Liu roared angrily and drank like a madman.
This bloody face has always been cowardly and incompetent than any other color, but today is different. There is a deep hatred on his face, wildfire jumping in his pupils, burning reason withered, and no grass grows.
Nangong Liu hysterically roared: "Tell me... the first order... Sect Leader..."
The attendant knelt down and obeyed the order.
"The previous head, Luo Fenghua, was guilty of a great crime... heinous... unforgivable! He ordered his remains... to be slashed by a thousand knives... broken, corpse, ten thousand, paragraphs!"
Xu Shuanglin stood quietly beside him, listening with his eyes lowered, without showing any expression: "..."
At this time, a new round of tearing hit, Nangong Liu couldn't bear it, collapsed suddenly, and cried again, but while he was crying, he still finished his first order to ascend the throne of Confucianism. Every word was squeezed out of the back molars: "Shen corpse... blood pool..."
You curse me to be bloodied till I die.
I will sink you into the endless purgatory, and you will never be reborn.
At the end of this vision, Nangong Liu opened his eyes blank and blank, his voice was like a shabby Tao Xun, extremely hoarse, he murmured, "Luo Fenghua, beast... you beast..."
The fragments of memory began to collapse and reorganize like snowflakes again. The secrets of the Confucianism and Confucianism that were revealed inch by inch made almost everyone present fascinated. Some people, such as Ye Wangxi and Nangong Si, were because of personal matters. , had to watch, and more people were aroused by a kind of pleasure of peeping at the hidden illness of others.
Jealousy is one of the ugliest emotions in the world. How many of these people who were invited to attend the wedding of Nangong Si sincerely worship Confucianism? How many of them have passed through the magnificent three queuing towers, passed through the aura stone that is worth every inch of land, and saw the seventy-two cities of the Tianhuang noble family, and they only admired and did not have the slightest jealousy in their hearts
The more towering the attic is, the more it collapses, the more people will gather to watch. The melon seeds are knocked all over the ground, and the spittle stars splash three feet away.
The pain of others is always the best talk in the streets and after dinner.
Mo Ran is a little unwilling to watch it any more, but this matter is very suspicious and it is of great importance. Although Xu Shuanglin's memories seemed to be fine, and he could explain the changes in Jin Chengchi and Peach Blossom Spring, he still vaguely felt that there was something uncomfortable.
He always felt that something was particularly wrong in this memory.
… what is it then
He frowned, thinking dully.
But suddenly out of the corner of the eye, he saw a strange light flashing in the distance. But because of the illusion that is unfolding here, no one will look outside the forest, so they didn't notice—
The ink burned for a while, and then his face changed suddenly, and he shouted: "Jie Huo!"
When everyone heard the words, they turned their heads: "Jiao Huo? Where is the robbery fire?"
"Over there—over there!"
"No! It's here too!"
No one would have imagined that when they watched Xu Shuanglin's memories of the past, the Confucianism Sect in all directions, and the seventy-two cities, were ignited by a raging scarlet fire. If you don't pay attention, you can't see it at all.
The fire of robbery is one of the fiercest fires. Unless it rains heavily and is quenched with nectar, it will not stop at all if the burning grass around it is not blown away.
Thick smoke billowed, and the fire was like water splashed on a silk surface, and it quickly smeared all around. From a distance, it could be seen that in the seventy-two cities, there were bright meteors flying towards the four fields, but if you look closely, where are the meteors? It is clear that they are the disciples of the Confucianism sect who escaped from the sea of fire and flew out of the sword.
When everyone in the forest saw this, many of them suddenly turned pale and shouted, "What's going on?"
Some people immediately turned around and ran to the Palace of Music and Music, calling out the names of their companions. Xue Zhengyi also changed his face, because Mrs. Wang was still there, she didn't know how to control the sword at all...
"A Ran! Yuheng! Meng'er will be handed over to you, I'll go see Madam—"
Mo Ran was also very anxious, nodded and said: "Uncle go, take aunt to leave first, we are here, I will never let Xue Meng have something to do."
Xue Zhengyi patted his shoulder hard and swept away to the Shile Hall, where the fire was rushing.
Seeing the sudden upheaval, Xu Shuanglin stood quietly in the same place, and suddenly an extremely bright smile appeared on his face. He smiled and said, "What a scene of trees falling and scattered."
The ink burned abruptly and looked back, seeing Xu Shuanglin snapping his fingers, making the splendid memory fragments like thousands of snowflakes gathered in his palm.
A sea of fire was restored around, and the fissure of the endless hell in the sky was still not closed, and the golden-red molten stream continued to pour out, spreading to the forest at a very slow speed.
Mo Ran stared at Xu Shuanglin, and suddenly felt shivering.
This person, the charm in his eyes is not right, this kind of eyes is too familiar...
In the previous life, he was at the top of life and death. He was in the empty Wushan Temple. After Chu Wanning died, he often took a picture of himself in the mirror and saw such a pair of terrifying eyes.
Filled with madness and blood, self-sacrificing eyes that want everyone to be buried for themselves.
"You want to destroy Confucianism?"
Hearing Mo Ran's question, Xu Shuanglin's reaction was that the two toes were intertwined and rubbed against each other.
Then smiled.
"So what? If I destroy my own home, it's your turn to take care of it?"
"Your own home..."
Xu Shuanglin stepped on the rolling molten stream, walked to Nangong Liu's side, grabbed his back collar, pulled him up from the ground, raised his eyelids and said, "Yes, my own home."
He forced Nangong Liu to face his face, then raised his hand, and in front of Ling Chiguo, who was sighed by Ling Chiguo, whose life was worse than death, raised his other hand, slowly, inch by inch, from Starting from the bottom of the neck, slowly tearing, little by little...
hiss.
In the end, it was only a soft sound, and a delicate human skin mask made of a hundred-year-old snake demon painted skin was peeled off, revealing the back, a face that was no longer young.
Nangong Liu was shocked at first, then trembled and shivered sharply. He was so angry, but he still struggled to pull out a little voice from his throat.
"You... are you...?! You... didn't... die? You were... you were..."
"I'm not dead, you're still alive, how can I die before you." Xu Shuanglin said with a smile, "I'm stronger than you in every way, including my life expectancy. If you're rotten into mud, I will live well. What? You and I meet again after a long time, can't you say anything else with joy?"
He created a bunch of fire and burned the human skin mask at will. The flames spread and burned to the tips of his fingers. He didn't care and didn't feel any pain. Liu's lips tilted his head and said with a smile.
"Sect Master Xianjun, long time no see... Or should I call you... brother?"