If it was him, what should he do
rebirth.
would want to bring that person back to life.
Mo Ran looked at Xu Shuanglin, who was curled up in a ball on the ground, and whispered: "You didn't expect Nangong Liu to be so vicious that he would kill Luo Fenghua directly. In desperation, you simply planned to plan, saying that the curse on the ring was left by Luo Fenghua. , inciting Nangong Liu to follow the rules of the Confucianism Sect in a rage, throw Luo Fenghua's body into the blood pool, and escort him to the eighteenth floor of hell."
"Are you crazy?" Xue Meng on the side was stunned. "Since Luo Fenghua is to be resurrected, he must cherish this person. Then why push him into the eighteenth hell?"
"Because once the soul enters purgatory, it cannot be reborn." Mo Ran looked at him with pity in his eyes, "So Luo Fenghua will not be reborn immediately, you can study the method of rebirth and let Luo Fenghua come back. Then, establish an ideal A state, a fair and just place for you to be godly."
Xu Shuanglin: "..."
After a few moments of silence, the man whose face was festering smiled suddenly. He stared at Mo Ran's face: "Master Mo, I only found out today that you are actually a lunatic."
He paused and said in a very soft voice, "Because only a lunatic can understand me."
After speaking, he laughed heartily.
That laughter was like a vulture with bald-winged wings. Although it was old, it was still fiercely and persistently entrenched on the cliffs and cliffs, and it would not show any weakness until death.
Mo Ran closed his eyes, and said softly to him: "Nangong Xu, listen to me, there are still people in the world who know the art of rebirth. If you are willing, I will do my best to beg the arms of Wubei Temple. Master Sin, and your master lives with you."
"… "
He opened his palm and handed the broken spiritual core back to Xu Shuanglin: "But please, let me know..."
It was as if he was trying to catch the last piece of floating grass to save his life.
He frowned, and where no one could see, there was a hint of helplessness in his eyes.
"Please tell me, who is the person who has been helping you behind your back." Mo Ran said, "Who told you about such an evil rebirth technique? Who taught you the precious chess game?"
Memories overlap with past lives.
In the billowing smoke of Confucianism, Xu Shuanglin stood in front of Ye Wangxi and died under the sword.
That being the case, Xu Shuanglin in the previous life certainly did not have a specific plan before he died. But in this life, everything is different. Xu Shuanglin laid out a mystery in Jincheng Pond early, designed the Peach Blossom Spring's Shocking Change and Caidie Town's Sky Split, and after the method of using human sacrifices did not work, he quickly changed his methods and collected them everywhere. Shen Wu finally pulled Luo Fenghua out of purgatory.
Such a method of rebirth was definitely not something he came up with.
"You want to know?" Xu Shuanglin's eyes flashed with malicious intent, "I have been taught this skill, but I don't want to tell you."
"Would you rather die to be one of his pawns?"
"A chess piece?" Xu Shuanglin smiled, "You think too much, he understands me and understands my heart, he is the same person as me. Master Mo, give up, I will never tell you about him. Whose is it? You have spent a lot of time running up Jiaoshan, and you are content to drive me to a dead end, but so what?"
"… "
"In the end, the world will still be in chaos, the smoke of gunpowder will rise, and the war will be strife. He will still raze the upper and lower cultivation worlds to the ground and turn them into scorched earth. After that, the good will be rewarded, the wicked will be rewarded, the capable will be high, and the mediocre will be slaves. ." The smile in Xu Shuanglin's eyes became brighter and brighter, "It's really... the best scene."
Xue Meng was furious when he heard it: "What kind of good people get paid for the bad people? What can people be high and mediocre people are slaves! Others are good or evil, or they can be mediocre, and it's up to you to touch your lips? You make chess pieces outside. Those people...and Nangong Changying...and...and..."
He secretly glanced at Chu Wanning's face, and couldn't help lowering his voice: "And Nangong Si." Xue Meng seemed very unhappy, very wronged: "Are they willing to control for you? Are they supposed to die?"
"Sacrifice is always required." Xu Shuanglin glanced at him lightly, "Young Master Xue, you are still too young."
There was a kind of sullenness in his expression, and it seemed that he was not very willing to talk to people with such a fierce temper as Xue Meng. He turned his head back to the ink burning.
"It falls into your hands, you can kill or cut it as you please." He even said in an understated tone, "I still have a Lingchi fruit in my Qiankun bag. "
He said, sneering coldly: "Anyway, when I was 20 years old, I had already been beaten by you famous righteous people, and I will come again."
Huang Xiaoyue said: "Who has passed you by? It's shameless to open your mouth to talk nonsense!"
But the ink burns clearly what Xu Shuanglin means.
At the age of twenty, Ling Chi was not in the body, but in the soul.
Nangong Xu also devoted himself to practicing art, and also had a good heart. He also listened to the teacher's advice to be a gentleman for a lifetime and use the sword to kill evil.
But at the Lingshan Conference, he was slashed by a thousand swords.
The ink burned and closed his eyes, seeing Xu Shuanglin miserable, and he couldn't live for too long. Perhaps it was because he was too similar to his previous life, even if he had hatred and resentment, at this moment, he couldn't bear it, he said, "... Luo Fenghua's soul core is still there, why don't you use that rebirth spell again? If you do it, maybe you can see him again."
"Do it again?" Xu Shuanglin smiled, he looked at the spiritual core in his hand with great interest, and at his flesh that was rapidly festering because of the lack of spiritual power, he said lazily, "I'm about to die. If I die, there will be no justice in the world, what is the use of him coming back? It's not because of being punished, being bullied by you sects."
He said, his eyes suddenly sank, and he actually crushed the soul core with his own hands.
Ink burning: "!"
Xue Meng: "Are you crazy?!"
Everyone was at a loss, not knowing why. Some were dumbfounded, some were pale, and some were full of vigilance, all staring at the man on the ground who was neither human nor ghost.
Xu Shuanglin ignored no one, he looked at the last trace of Luo Fenghua in this world, watched it completely disappear, and finally burst into laughter and cried, with blood and tears all over his face, laughing terribly insane.
From now on, no one will see anyone, no one will hate anyone, they will all become dust, become ashes, wonderful, wonderful.
He slowly got up, staggeringly walked forward under the watchful eyes of the crowd, and walked to the front of the Shenwu formation, where there was a weapon, the Konghou.
He sat down and plucked the strings a few times with his scorched, rotten fingers.
The backlash of Zhenlong's chess game became more and more serious. His seven orifices began to bleed, and his fingers began to burn. In the end, the whole person was engulfed by the fire, but he still played in the fire.
His expression seemed to be somewhat relieved and somewhat relaxed, but those comforts and relaxations were soon no longer discernible, and his flesh was rapidly shrinking, curled, and withered.
Fire deceives the sky.
Xu Shuanglin's sloppy voice came out from the fire. The voice was calm and calm, still rebellious, as if no amount of pain could control him, no matter how close death could force him.
"The weak crown is the best time, brisk horses, and see all the flowers in the world..."
There were many elderly people in the crowd, and in this sloppy, light-hearted tune, they suddenly remembered the young man at the Lingshan Conference.
He Hui was dressed in Tsing Yi, with a straight face.
The young man walked out of the dark corridor, walked out of the wasteland of memory, he stepped into the arena with confidence, carrying his battle-hardened saber, and his hands were covered with calluses from hard-working swordsmanship.
He was so young, so handsome, so flamboyant, and even a little arrogant. He glanced at the esteemed masters of the ten major sects and the spectators who were shouting at the mountains and seas, and suddenly grinned, with a very clean smile. The young man in his early twenties stopped, with a straight waist, facing the sunny arena and the bright future in his eyes, clasped his fists and said:
"Confucianism door, Nangong Xu. Today's first battle, I also ask you seniors to give me some advice."
Live up to the end, youth travel.
After a long time, the fire went out, and there were only five Wuzhu Shenwu left on the soul-calling stage, and there was a rebirth formation that had not completely disappeared and was circling and twisting in the air.
Neither Luo Fenghua nor Xu Shuanglin are here anymore.
Xue Zhengyi was a little unbelievable, opened his eyes blankly, and murmured: "Is this... Is it all over?"
"Amitabha, karma and reincarnation are all retribution." Master Xuanjing of Wubei Temple closed his eyes and sighed, "Old monk, I hope all the hatreds in the world will return to dust."
Xue Mengyi looked at him, this old bald donkey didn't contribute much along the way, but he was quite good at playing after the horse.
"What should I do next?" He turned his head and asked his father, "Did he just go down the mountain like that? But he still has a colleague, and we don't know who that person is."
Just as he was talking, Jiang Xi suddenly shouted, "Be careful! Stand back!"
The crowd suddenly followed his gaze, only to see that when the rebirth formation in mid-air shrunk to half the size of a palm, after a short while, it spread again at an alarming speed, like a sore opening in the sky, There were strands of twisted black gas inside.
Xue Meng was shocked: "What's going on? Xu Shuanglin is dead, shouldn't this rebirth formation disappear with it?!"
Jiang Xi squeezed her fingers, stared at those eyes for a moment, and cursed in a low voice: "No, no! This is not a corpse demon! It is not a rebirth! Either we or Xu Shuanglin, I'm afraid we've all been deceived!"
"What?" Xue Meng was taken aback, "It's not a corpse demon, nor is it a rebirth? What would that be!"
Jiang Xi said angrily: "It doesn't matter what it is, the top priority is not to make this formation fully formed."
In addition to him, several other masters also reacted quickly. Among the electric light and flint, Chu Wanning, who does not like nonsense the most, has already sent out the question and hit the center of the enchantment! Unexpectedly, although he took the lead, someone followed closely, and a dark blue shadow suddenly appeared in the crowd, like a cheetah slaughtering, flashing a dagger in his sleeve, and stabbed towards Chu nightning's back, unexpectedly As if to stop him.
"Master!"
"Master!!"
The two exclamations were Xue Meng and Shi Yan, but they were far away, and it was too late to help.
snorted.
It was the sound of the blade submerging into the flesh and blood. Xue Meng closed his eyes suddenly, and when he opened it again, his face was pale, and he looked in that direction with a pale face.
He was stunned.
The author has something to say: Regarding the question that some people do not understand that Luo Fenghua and Ye Wangxi are not like:
Ye Wangxi's image in front of everyone is different from her image in front of Nangong Si and Xu Shuanglin. This is also an explanation for why some people thought Ye Wangxi became soft. She is naturally there in front of the people she likes and is close to. On the daughter side, she is not a regular masked person labeled as a gentleman.
Besides Luo Fenghua, all the Luo Fenghua in the mouths of outsiders are respectful and courteous, and the Luo Fenghua who sees it now will be shy, embarrassed, hesitant, and the same soft appearance. Why? One is because of age. The Luo Fenghua age group in the memories for you to see was when he was younger, and the monks in the text think they are like them, that's because the monks know him, after he experienced two sect mutinies, and finally he became a Confucianism sect The mature age of the Lord. If Luo Fenghua, who was young at the beginning, has the demeanor of the head of the family later, and he is a person who has never seen the world and came from a poor background, then I think it is completely illogical... The second reason is that the Luo Fenghua in the memory is from Xu Shuanglin From the angle of view, Luo Fenghua has a relatively relaxed attitude towards the people closest to him, like Ye Wangxi, who can cry, laugh and be soft. Of course he couldn't have opened his round eyes when the headmaster appeared in front of everyone, and looked blank and good-natured. If he treated the guests from all over the world with the attitude of treating his apprentices, he would be waiting for the Confucianism to be slaughtered...
Therefore, before Xu Shuanglin left, Luo Fenghua was the soft master.
After Xu Shuanglin left, Luo Fenghua was the leader of the gentleman's style in the mouths of everyone.
Just like in this life before Xu Shuanglin's mutiny, Ye Wangxi was the gentleman in the eyes of everyone.
Later, Xu Shuanglin showed his true colors, the Confucianism door was destroyed, Nangong Si was lonely, and Ye Wangxi became a soft woman who was willing to help him.
He changed from softness to fortitude, she changed from fortitude to softness, and their lives were just reversed. Because it is a supporting role, I will not describe each stage of them in detail, let alone detail them in the eyes of each group. Many such supporting roles are left blank for everyone to understand, and I am choosing some that feel good. The plot of the necessary explanation, explain my own thoughts, pick your feet and pick your feet