Rong Yan didn't look at her husband, but with wet apricot eyes, straightened her back, and choked up, "Looking at the old love, would you allow me to give birth to a child."
"..." Xu Shuanglin's eyes slowly moved down and landed on Rong Yan's lower abdomen. At first glance, there was no difference, but upon closer inspection, it was already slightly bulging.
Rong Yan squatted down, but her face was cold.
"Please."
"… "
"Father's guilt is irrefutable. But Nangong Xu, I want to beg you to spare my nephew's life."
Xu Shuanglin stared at this woman for a while, only to find it ridiculous.
Forgive the evil in her stomach? That unformed pool of rotten flesh, whether it is a nephew or a niece, what does it have to do with him
But in the dark, he suddenly remembered the piercing pain last night. Xu Shuanglin paused for a moment, and suddenly realized that this was a very good thing - the head of the Confucianism Sect can only be inherited by the young master after the old head dies, or by usurpation. Others, whether it is to abdicate and let the virtuous, or to retire to observe, are all useless.
So it is impossible to give up the throne to Nangong Liu, but after a hundred years, he can pass the throne to Nangong Liu's child, so that the child can taste the pain of sitting in this position, isn't it a beautiful thing .
The father's debt to the son is really good.
He was in a good mood for a moment, and the corners of his brows and mouth were smiling. Then, before the two could react, he threw the knife and turned around and walked out of the prison with a big laugh.
Later, he did not kill Nangong Liu nor Rong Yan, but put them under house arrest in a small courtyard, intending to immediately seal him as the next head of the sect and make a blood pact with him when the child was born.
I am afraid that the whole world will praise him for his great benevolence at that time, regardless of previous suspicions, right
But he couldn't wait until that day.
Not long after he succeeded to the throne, he committed numerous atrocities, and for a while he accumulated deep resentment inside and outside the sect. Later, when the city owner held a grudge against him, he secretly released Nangong Liu and Luo Fenghua while he was not prepared.
Luo Fenghua didn't know the secret behind him, he just thought that he was doing these kinds of crazy things for the sake of the high position of the head. With Nangong Liu Qiao's tongue, he became more and more disheartened. So they joined hands with Nangong Liu to seize the throne, trying to drive Xu Shuanglin off the throne of the head who was not yet hot.
That night, there was a civil war in the Confucianism Sect. Hundreds of people were killed and injured. During the war, Luo Fenghua was the first to find Xu Shuanglin who took refuge in the Xiaoyue school grounds.
It was the night of the full moon that day, Xu Shuanglin was in severe pain, covered in blood, and crouched in the forest leaves, like a snake that had been stripped of its skin, and all that was exposed was bright red flesh.
When Luo Fenghua saw him, he thought that he was injured by the spell in the war. Although he had resentment in his heart, he couldn't help feeling pity because of the miserable description of his former disciple.
Xu Shuanglin raised his face in the woods, showing a miserable smile: "You are here."
"… "
"I fight with him, and you always help him in the end."
Luo Fenghua said: "This time you did too much. Did you kill Master Tianchan?"
"good."
"Where's Dao-Lin Lin?"
"Damn him."
"... What about your father... "
After a moment of silence, Xu Shuanglin said, "He is unfair, he believes me as a thief, he brought it on himself."
Luo Fenghua closed his eyes, his eyelashes were a little wet: "You... how did you come to such a situation... "
"Heh." Xu Shuanglin said with a smile, "Only allow others to blame me, not allow me to blame others? Only allow others to stab me, not allow me to draw swords in return, is this what you call the way of a gentleman?"
The expression on Luo Fenghua's face was extremely broken, and he swayed in place for a while. He walked up to Xu Shuanglin, and before he opened his mouth, tears fell first.
"Why are you crying? What's there to cry about?" Xu Shuanglin was annoyed for no reason, "If you want to kill or cut, you should listen and respect, why should you pretend to shed a few tears in front of me, anyway, in your eyes, in the eyes of the old man, In the eyes of everyone, that waste pustule will always be more important than me!"
Luo Fenghua shook his head, he did not speak, raised his hand, and chanted the forbidden spell.
"... I banned the spells you learned with me when you were young." Luo Fenghua said, "From now on, Nangong Xu, you and I are no longer masters and students."
"..." Xu Shuanglin felt the pain in his heart, and Gun's curse was truly heart-wrenching.
He paused for a while in the same place, but also stubbornly: "Don't be too affectionate, I have never regarded you as a master."
Luo Fenghua stared at him blankly. After a long time, he seemed to want to say something, but there was a clamor from behind, soldiers approaching, swords and swords shadowed.
Nangong Liu rushed over: "Master!"
When he saw Xu Shuanglin and Luo Fenghua talking, his heart suddenly became empty, and he immediately said anxiously: "Master, don't listen to what he says! It's all he is lying to you!"
Xu Shuanglin laughed.
My brother is always so innocent and cute.
He thought that he would still drag Luo Fenghua's clothes bitterly and explain the whole thing, the cause and effect? Not anymore.
For him, life is like a chess game, one move is down, the previous thousand turns in his heart, the ups and downs are no longer important, the only important thing is the result.
The one who kills is killed, and the blood that has been smeared is smeared.
He couldn't wash it, and he didn't want to wash it for himself.
Luo Fenghua will never forgive him.
Nothing needs to be said.
He staggered to his feet, holding onto the trees next to him.
The moonlight shone on his face, and the flesh was open inch by inch, bloody and ferocious.
When Nangong Liu and the surrounding monks saw this, they couldn't help but take a step back. Someone misunderstood and said stunned: "This, this is the hand of Luo Daochang? A thousand cuts... This is too cruel..."
Xu Shuanglin grinned, revealing white teeth.
He stared outside the forest, and his brother glanced at him, suddenly feeling that he didn't want to misplace this pair of master and apprentice so easily. So he turned his head and said to Luo Fenghua, "Let them go away. I have something to tell you before I die. I just want to tell you alone."
He supported the pine wood, moved slowly, and came to a dark place with Luo Fenghua.
The moonlight was obscured by the dense shade, Xu Shuanglin's complexion softened slightly, and the chapped skin began to heal little by little. Although there were still many small scars, it was no longer as scary as before.
Xu Shuanglin did not look back, turned his back to Luo Fenghua, and first asked, "You are alone, come here alone with me, are you not afraid that I will kill you?"
"you will not."
"… "
"If you want to kill me, or to kill Aliu, you can do it a year ago."
Xu Shuanglin turned around abruptly, with a distorted light flashing in his eyes: "It's ridiculous, do you think you understand me well?!"
Luo Fenghua suddenly met his face and opened his eyes wide: "Your scar..."
"Not as scary as before, right?"
Xu Shuanglin sneered.
"What do you think this is? A spell? Ling Chiguo?"
He slowly raised his hand, and in the palm of his hand, he held a ring that shone with dim light. He touched his lips together, and said, not without ridicule and maliciousness: "This ring has a spirit. It is between you and Nangong Liu. When it drove me down from the high position of the head, it fell off my thumb by itself. It knew that I was no longer the master of the Confucianism. However, there were two leaders who raised troops to usurp, so it did not know Who should it recognize?"
"You take Aliu's position and return it to him."
Xu Shuanglin grinned: "I do think so."
He shoved the ring into Luo Fenghua's hands, and at the end he slapped it solemnly twice, and said, "Take it, hold it steady, when you go out later, give this good thing to him, remember, don't forget it. Help him put it on with your own hands. He is the true master of this sect."
He paused and stared at Luo Fenghua's face that was holding back the pain.
Then he leaned down, lowered his voice, and said in his ear, "Next, I'm going to tell you a secret. Don't be afraid, there's nothing dark about this secret, it's a heroic past, that's all."
He slowly and lowly subdued Nangong Changying to Gun, and Gun attached a curse to the Confucian Style Sect's generational lord, one by one, infiltrated between his teeth with malice, hardened into poisonous fangs, and plunged into Luo Fenghua in the flesh.
He saw that Luo Fenghua's face became more and more ugly, and the round eyes became wider and wider.
He saw Luo Fenghua being pushed against the tree by him, trembling slightly.
He felt very happy.
what.
Aren't you pampering him
Don't you... one or two, don't you all treat Nangong Liu as a treasure
I want you to hand the poison into his hands.
The corners of Xu Shuanglin's mouth slowly opened, and then he gave a lynx-like smile. He raised his hand and touched Luo Fenghua's cheek: "Master, the story is over. You can go out." Even more graceful, "Go pay homage to Confucianism, the sixth-generation head - Nangong Liu, go."
He was covered in blood that day, Yu Jian escaped from the Confucianism Gate, wandered for a long time, exhausted his energy, and landed in Caidie Town in the middle of Shu.
He met a little girl, sitting in the yard.
Seeing that he was injured and bleeding all over, the little girl turned pale with fright and shivered, but she still poured a full bowl of water from the house and handed it to him to drink. He drank the water, stared at her, and then he didn't know what was wrong, and suddenly felt that the girl looked so similar to his best friend, his mentor, and his mortal enemy, her eyes were very similar to Luo Fenghua.
When he saw the orange tree in the yard full of fruit, he suddenly thought about it and wanted to eat it, but the little girl's words were full of pedantic and sour smell. , as if seeing that ridiculous thing Luo Fenghua said sincerely:
"I hope you will spend your whole life in the weak crown, and each of you will be a gentleman for a lifetime according to your strengths."
A gentleman.
… it’s so ridiculous.
He shook off the oranges that were full of branches, cut down the orange tree, and then sped away, leaving the little girl crying in the courtyard, but he was still not relieved, and he killed several villagers indiscriminately that night. The knife fell, and the word "gentleman" became farther and farther away, and he felt more and more happy.
Then he left, intending to remain anonymous, but he was left with the rest of his life.
But at that time, he heard in the teahouse that Luo Fenghua usurped the throne and became the first-generation lord of Confucianism.
The tea customers who come and go are all saying: "Oh, I can't think of it, this is really knowing the face but not the heart."
"Poor Nangongliu this time, he raised his troops to rebel, but he did not expect to make wedding dresses for others."
"Should he hate his master to death?"
"This Luo Fenghua is really greedy, and it's not a thing."
Xu Shuanglin sat in front of the greasy little table, holding a cup of tea to be brought to his lips, but he didn't drink it, he just listened in a daze.
There was a burst of blackness in front of him, and the earth was spinning.
But he never thought that Luo Fenghua would make such a choice in the end.
I would rather bear misunderstandings and hatred, and I would rather be pointed out by thousands of people and cast aside by thousands of people.
I would rather be cursed, and die every night of the full moon, until this life is over.
Luo Fenghua, it is impossible to stab this sharp sword into his apprentice's heart.
In the end, it's one step away.
"Tatt. Tack. Tack."
Footsteps sounded slowly.
Xu Shuanglin escaped from the memory, he opened his eyes, and in the blurred vision, the face of a young man appeared.
On the empty soul-calling stage, Mo Ran walked to him, half-kneeled, and stared at him.
At that moment, Xu Shuanglin felt that this young man's eyes were very strange, there were too many things hidden in it, and he didn't look like a young man in his early twenties.
The ink burned: "... Nangong Liu, you plan all this, do you want to bring him back to life?"
"Don't worry about it."
"You leave Nangong Liu and resurrect Luo Fenghua. No idlers can come in from this Jiaoshan Mountain. You want to spend the rest of your life here, am I right?"
Xu Shuanglin roared sharply, "Don't worry about it!!"
The ink burned up the broken spiritual core on the ground, and there was still light flowing in the spiritual core. He said: "You disguised yourself, returned to Nangong Liu as Xu Shuanglin, and instigated him to send troops to seize the throne again, because you couldn't bear to see Luo Fenghua suffer from the curse every night, and life would be better than death."
"Why do you speculate on my heart?!" Xu Shuanglin's eyes were red, and a wet and cruel light flashed inside, "Do you think you know everything?!"
"I don't understand. I can only guess." Mo Ran said, "But when I see your expression, I also feel that my guess is not wrong."
Xu Shuanglin clenched the words between his teeth, and spat out four words: "The next generation is arrogant."
"It's all the same, when you were 20 years old, didn't you go crazy?" Mo Ran looked at him quietly, "Nangong Xu, you helped your brother regain the honor that year, but you didn't expect him two You were ruthless for the sake of honoring the position of the Lord. You didn't expect him to cut down the grass and kill him after taking Luo Fenghua's position. You didn't expect his death at all."
"You have lost your mind, you are at a loss." He stared at Xu Shuanglin's face.
He understood that despair better than anyone.
He was reading Xu Shuanglin's heart and his own.
"In despair, what should you do?"