On the conjuring stage of the Confucianism Gate, Xu Shuanglin looked at the golden streamer scattered in the night, and suddenly felt very much like the paper he put into the hearth on the snowy night of the Lantern Festival that year.
It burned to ashes in an instant, and only a little spark remained, scalding him over the years.
Wang Luo Fenghua, Nangong Xu, and Nangong Liu.
Can be friends and relatives for life.
But there is no Nangong Xu in the world, and now it is Xu Shuanglin who is standing here, a lunatic or a demon, Xu Shuanglin who crawled back from the depths of hell to demand his life from all the righteous men in the world.
No more Nangong Xu.
He is just like his name, wandering and helpless, ups and downs in the vast world.
The years have passed, and the rocks have become disjointed.
Not to mention this tiny catkin.
So many years have passed, the willow trees are old, the maple flowers are withered, and the fluffy flakes are wandering.
But why, he still involuntarily handed over to Ye Wangxi what Luo Fenghua had taught him back then, and why he could not help but feel pity when he saw a real gentleman and kind person, and couldn't be ruthless.
why…
why cry.
Xu Shuanglin knelt on the stage, and finally burst into tears. Tears streamed down his ugly, twisted face. He rubbed Luo Fenghua's spiritual core, and finally cried until he was hoarse, choked, and piercing his lungs. An inch of sound was dug out of the throat and blood.
"Master... Luo Fenghua..."
His organs are exhausted, he is full of madness and hatred, distortion and longing, and he has done a game with a lifetime.
Is it so ruined
When he thought of Lingshan's argument about swordsmanship, he was full of resentment, so that his father was passed down in Nangongliu. He was unwilling and took the throne in anger.
—
He remembered the old, pale face of his father's illness, staring at him in disbelief.
"This position of headship belongs to me." He put his hand on his father's throat and closed it little by little, his expression was indifferent and cruel, and his eyes flashed with light, "If my father does not want to destroy the century-old foundation of Confucianism, Freedom is up to me. You are old enough to rest."
"Xuer..."
He closed his eyes and didn't allow his father to speak any longer. The meridians in his hands burst, and he heard a heart-piercing "click", which was the abnormal sound of a broken throat.
He took off the ring of Confucianism and put it on his lips.
His fingers were cold, but not his face.
"I just want justice. If you don't give it to me, I will take it myself. Father, under Jiuquan, you don't have to hate me."
Turn around.
The scene changes in the memory.
It was the first night after he usurped the throne and seized power. The servants were cleaning up the blood on the ground after the war. His father was dead, and Nangong Liu’s family was also locked in a water prison. Everything was settled, and he didn't know what to do for a while.
He built a stove in the yard and cooked and drank tea by himself. He was the only one in the courtyard, and he rubbed the gleaming ring of the Sect Master on his thumb.
From then on, he was the master of the Confucianism Sect.
Those outsiders who were calculating against him at the Lingshan Conference naturally didn't need to say much. They would chop them up and kill them if they got a chance, but he didn't know how to place his elder brother, let alone how to place Luo Fenghua.
The twilight deepened, and the golden crow sank.
Seeing that it was getting dark, Xu Shuanglin finally made up his mind to go to the water prison to meet his detained brother and his master.
He brought a few entourages and walked halfway, and the last ray of sunlight was swallowed by the darkness. He shuddered, and suddenly felt a little cold, and his head was a little dizzy.
"Your Highness, what's wrong?"
Waving away the servant who was going to help him, Xu Shuanglin said: "It's okay, I suddenly remembered that something was not handled properly, I will go back to the hall first, you don't have to follow."
He suppressed the increasingly obvious pain, put on the hood of the cloak, and strode towards the main hall of the Confucianism Gate. In the end, he couldn't hold it anymore. No matter how much he could bear it, he couldn't bear to run for a while, he pushed the door in, and then slammed the door of the palace.
"Your Highness?"
"You stand guard at the door, don't come in, don't move rashly, and report me at any time if there is anything unusual."
After giving the guard this order, Xu Shuanglin panted, staggered to the depths of the hall, and took off his hood abruptly. He looked down and found that his flesh was cracked, and there were ferocious sores across his eyes.
His first reaction was that his father cursed him.
Then he felt that it was impossible. The old man was already terminally ill, and he didn't even have the strength to cast spells. How could he do such a thing unknowingly.
That is how the matter
It was so painful, his muscles and bones were broken, his flesh was hideous, and he couldn't stop shivering by the window, his knuckles were pale and twisted, and he lay on the ground and scratched out red marks.
It's so painful...
He didn't dare to shout or call a medical officer. The situation was not stable. As the leader of the rebel army, how could he show half an inch of weakness.
He kept panting, moaning, rolling on the floor in pain, and twitching in the hall. Kicked and kicked, under the severe pain, he unintentionally tore down a curtain and landed on him.
The moonlight outside the window was blocked.
He suddenly felt the pain relieved, sweating in cold sweat, he shrank under the curtain and gasped for breath. After a while, thinking that the pain was over, he pulled off the curtain again, sat up straight, and wanted to stand up.
Who would have known that when the moonlight shone, the flesh was ripped apart, and the pain pierced through the bones.
Only then did Xu Shuanglin suddenly realize that he might not be able to see the moon. So he stumbled to his feet, struggled to close the window, and hid in the darkest place in the hall, where he could not see his fingers.
His breathing gradually calmed down.
The pain disappeared, and the bloody flesh was healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Xu Shuanglin felt strange, so he put on his cloak tightly, without revealing any flesh, and rushed to the library, rummaged through the middle of the night, and found a volume of past events in his grandfather's bookcase—
It turned out that Nangong Changying, the first head of the Confucianism Sect, once fought against Gun. Although he finally defeated the evil beast and suppressed him under the Golden Drum Tower, he was cursed by Gun.
That ancient evil beast belongs to Yin and is closely related to the night and the moonlight. It cursed the heads of the Confucianism Sect in all dynasties. As long as they saw the moonlight, their flesh would be torn apart, and the pain would pierce their hearts.
And every night of the full moon, the yin is the most abundant, even if you hide in the darkest place without the moonlight, you will feel tormented.
Therefore, for hundreds of years, this has always been the biggest secret of Confucianism, and the heads of the past generations have kept it a secret, lest someone take advantage of this opportunity to enter, even if it is his own son, he will not reveal the truth until the last moment.
What an irony.
He went to great lengths to get a position of power that had been cursed
The next day, Xu Shuanglin came to the water prison.
Nangong Liu and his wife Rong Yan were both detained inside, and Luo Fenghua was detained in another dark room.
He didn't go to see Luo Fenghua, and came to his brother's prison first.
"Axu! Axu! What are you doing? What are you doing..." Nangong Liu was extremely excited when he saw him, but his hands and feet were sealed by the curse, he couldn't move at all, he could only kneel On the ground, tears flowed toward his younger brother, "Are you crazy? For the sake of a sect leader, how could you do this?"
After a night of torture, Xu Shuanglin still looked weak, and he sneered: "I just got back what I deserved."
"… "
"You took away my swordsmanship and ruined my reputation. I'm only twenty years old, Nangong Liu." He paused, his eyes cold, "I'm only twenty years old, you let me see Lulu for a lifetime."
He walked over slowly, with a robe edge on the ground, then lowered his face and stared at his brother's face.
"Nangong Liu, a waste like you has power ambitions and wants to stand out, so what about me?" He said slowly, "I am more diligent than you, more talented than you, and I have surpassed everything. You are the only one who can't compare to your tongue."
He squeezed Nangong Liu's chin and used his fingers to pry open the other's tightly closed mouth.
He stared at the creamy, sticky reddish thing in there.
"It's really a weapon that kills without blood. Cut it."
Nangong Liu's eyes widened in horror, but because his mouth was stuck, he couldn't speak, so he could only whimper and saliva kept flowing down.
"Don't cut it?" Xu Shuanglin sneered, "It's okay not to cut the tongue. If you and I are brothers, if you kill you happily, I will be merciful."
As soon as he let go, Nangong Liu burst into tears: "Don't kill me! Don't kill me! No, isn't that what happened at the Lingshan Conference? You, you take me out, in front of the whole world, I, I'll give you justice!"
"It's too late." Xu Shuanglin took out a snow-white towel, wiped his hand, and glanced at him lightly, "What you say now, people in the world will only admit that you are under pressure from me. Yes. The sewage you spilled on me can never be washed away again."
Before Nangong Liu could speak, he heard a voice sharp as a knife from a woman next to him.
"Nangong Xu! I know that you were wronged first, but what are you doing now? Killing your father, taking away the ring of the Sect Leader, and now you want to kill your brother again, you... How can you be so cruel?"
"Oh, Senior Sister Rong." Xu Shuanglin smiled slightly, "If you don't talk, I'll forget you're here."
Although Rong Yan was restrained by the spell, she was kneeling, but her expression was stubborn, and although there were tears in her eyes, she was not weak: "I... I really misunderstood you at the beginning."
"What can I do if you see me wrong?" Xu Shuanglin smiled, "You were the one who gave me the sachet, and you were the one who married Nangong Liu later. How dare you mention the old things to me? You never want to tell me that you can't help yourself, and he forced you to do it, right?"
Rong Yan's face turned pale and seemed to have something to say, but in the end she bit her lower lip and slowly closed her eyes.
Tears streamed down her cheeks.
The knife was already in his hand, glowing with a cold light.
"No... no... Asu, you can say anything, I can talk to you about anything... don't kill me... please, don't kill me... "
"Have you mistaken your position?" Xu Shuanglin wiped the blade, still having that evil smile at the corner of his mouth, "Nangong Liu, now I am the head, you are a prisoner slave, you have nothing in your hand, and you still want to follow me Negotiating conditions? What are you using as a bargaining chip, is it your dog's life?"
"I can be a cow and a horse for you! I can... I can make a grass ring, I, I'm willing to do anything! As long as you want, Senior Sister Rong can also give it back to you!"
Rong Yan suddenly opened her eyes and turned her head suddenly, extremely angry: "Nangong Liu!"
Nangong Liu was so frightened that he became a scumbag. He ignored his wife at all and just whimpered at his younger brother, "As long as you let me go... Please let me go..."
"Come on." Xu Shuanglin lazily patted his face with the handle of the knife, "Do you think I'll touch the orange you licked again?"
"Then I can still—I can still—" Nangong Liu searched and scraped his stomach, but he couldn't think of anything, only tears and snot flowing, and finally he burst into tears, "Axu, we once said that there are pastries. Eat together, climb on the roof together... We practice together, spend the Lantern Festival with the master together, and learn to play the piano, those days, you all, have you forgotten?"
Xu Shuanglin's expression darkened slightly, but in the end he just sneered and didn't answer. The knife was raised, and after a while, he slashed and fell.
"what!!"
"Wait a moment!!"
Han Ren was hanging close to Nangong Liu's neck. In fact, Xu Shuanglin was not sure, even without these two shouts, he would be able to swing his knife forward a few inches.
But his expression did not change, and he still said lightly: "What's wrong? There are so many last words from the two of you."