"what?!!"
Full color change!
Only the ink burned one person closed his eyes and closed his eyes, calm as water.
Everyone made a mess: "What the hell is going on?"
"What was the old case in Xiangtan back then?"
"Why did he kill..."
Mu Yanli said: "This matter is a long story, and because of the age, many people who knew the inside story are no longer there. But if you want people to be ignorant, you have to do nothing. After several investigations in Tianyin Pavilion, some evidence was found. ."
In this smoke of gunpowder intertwined with human language and horror, Mu Yanli looked back calmly: "Have you brought all the witnesses found in Xiangtan?"
The attendant went out to take a look and replied, "Back to the pavilion master, they are all waiting outside the hall."
"Then let the first witness come in."
The first witness entered the hall. He was a veteran craftsman. He was very old. He hunched his back and shivered. , he said anxiously: "Thanks to the uncles of the immortals... Thanks to the uncles of the immortals..."
Mu Yanli's tone slowed down: "Old gentleman is exhausted by driving and traveling. You don't have to be nervous. I'll just ask some questions. One answer is one, and two are two."
The old man was trembling and could not stand up. The monk of Wubei Temple walked over, gave him a seat, and helped him sit on the top, but he was very afraid, so he only touched a small half of his buttocks and tried his best to shrink himself to a very small size.
Mu Yan left the mouth and said, "The first two questions. Where is Mr. from? What do you do?"
The old man's teeth chattered, and as soon as he opened his mouth, it was a thick accent: "I... I'm from Xiangtan, just, just sticking lanterns on the street..."
Everyone looked at him curiously, from the sparse crane hair to the leaky shoes. They didn't know what the lantern seller could tell.
Mu Yanli asked, "Sir, how many years have you been selling lanterns?"
"For most of my life... It's always been there in fifty years, I can't remember exactly..."
"It's been long enough, the thing I want to ask you is not as far away as fifty years." Mu Yanli said, and showed him the ink burning, "Do you recognize this person, sir?"
The old man raised his head and glanced at Mo Ran. Seeing that the man was tall and handsome, he didn't dare to look at it at all, and immediately turned his eyes away. After a while, he hesitantly glanced at him again, and then murmured, "I don't know."
Mu Yan said, "It's not surprising if you don't recognize it, then I'll ask you again, when you were selling lanterns beside the Zuiyu Building in Xiangtan, was there always a child who liked to stand by your stall and watch you paste lanterns?"
"Ah..." The old man's eyes were cloudy, but he was very clear about this matter. He sighed and nodded, "Yes, there is such a child who comes to see it almost every night. He likes the lanterns I made, but he is poor. , can't afford it... I even talked to him a few times at that time, and he didn't like to say anything, so he was very timid."
"Do you remember his name, sir?"
"Well, it seems to be called... ink... ink burning?"
Just now, everyone was still listening to the old man's words. At this time, all eyes fell on Mo Ran.
The old man sank into the memories of the past and muttered: "I can't remember exactly whether there is such a 'er'. I only know that he is the person in the drunk jade building..."
Xue Zhengyi interrupted with a sullen face: "Ran'er was originally the son of the elder brother and the aunt in the building. What's the point of asking this old gentleman to prove it?"
"Ma'am?" The old man was stunned for a moment, then waved his hand, "Oh, no. Ma'am's son is also surnamed Mo, but his name is Mo Nian, and he was a famous little bully in the streets at that time." The old man said, He stooped and lowered his head, pointing to an old scar on his forehead.
"I was smashed by him with bricks back then. That kid is fierce, wild and skinny."
Xue Zhengyi's face has changed: "Mo... read?"
Mrs. Wang said anxiously: "Is the old gentleman remembering it wrong? After all, it is only a word difference. Is the mother's child called Mo Ran or Mo Nian?"
"...It's Mo Nian." The old man thought for a while, then nodded again, "I can't be wrong, how can I remember it wrong, it's called Mo Nian."
Xue Zhengyong himself was leaning forward slightly. Hearing his words, he froze for a moment, and then slumped on the seat, his eyes dazed.
"Mo Nian..."
Mu Yanli continued to ask: "The child who came to see you to paste the lanterns, he is in the drunk jade building, what does he do, do you know?"
"Well, I don't know the specifics. I vaguely know that the kitchen is helping to cook the dishes." The old man said, "The reputation is not very good. It is said that his hands and feet are not clean, and he always steals from guests." He thought hard, and then seemed to remember What, his face changed a bit, "Ah, remembering that, that child can't do it, it gets worse and worse as he grows up, and later he raped a girl with yellow flowers. The girl couldn't stand it, and finally committed suicide."
"what?!"
If it is appalling to say that the civet cat changed the prince, then it is even more outrageous to actually defile the girl of the good family before the ink burns.
There were quite a few cultivators who were parents in the room, and they immediately burst into anger, gritted their teeth and said, "I can't believe... Grand Master Mo is actually such a beast in human skin!"
"too disgusting!!!"
"It's not a pity to die!"
The ink burned without saying a word, only quietly watching the old artist.
In the previous life, I was in the world of self-cultivation, and Tianyin Pavilion tried to stop it. At that time, the old man was brought over by Mu Yanli and identified him.
What did he do then
Laugh out loud and accept it.
He turned his head to look at Xue Zhengyi and Mrs. Wang, and mocked with a twisted smile: "How? Do you hate me? Dislike me? Do you want to be the same as my good master, saying that I am inherently inferior and difficult to quality. Zhuo?"
At that time, the matter of Mo Ran stealing the Zhenlong chess game was almost revealed, but Xue Zhengyi initially chose to believe him. It was only at this time that Xue Zhengyi got up in anger, and he was so angry that he wanted to vomit blood, and he shouted violently: "Nice beast! It's just a beast!!"
Mo Ran listened to these two words, and laughed, laughing more and more wanton and happy.
The corners of his eyes were wet with laughter.
Bullying a girl
Xue Zhengyong letter.
Xue Zhengyi actually believed.
Hahahaha - the smoldering smile tightened suddenly, and he simply gave up on himself, his heart was crossed, and his handsome face was distorted like wax.
"Yeah, I did these monstrous sins, I killed your nephew, and killed that poor girl—what? Uncle is going to do things for the heavens, kill me to—"
Before he finished speaking, his heart ached.
Xue Zhengyi's temperament was violent, and before the ink burned, he had already attacked with anger, hatred and tears in his eyes, and the tip of the fan pierced the burning chest.
The ink burned for a while, and then the corner of the mouth opened a chuckle. He lowered his head, watching the blood gradually splattered in front of his chest, and sighed:
"Uncle, I called you uncle for so many years. But in the end, you still won't believe me."
"shut up!!"
The ink burned with a smile, and his shoulders were shaking slightly: "Forget it, in the end, we are not the same blood after all. So, this false home, this life and death... What else is there that I can't bear? "
Blood splattered all over his face.
He watched Xue Zhengyi fall in front of him, and his brain was slightly numb - he didn't want to kill him - because he was eager to rush up to do it... It was he who was courting death. The ink burned for a while, raised his blood-stained eyes, and looked at the stunned and sad Mrs. Wang. He licked the corner of his mouth, stepped over his uncle's body, and walked towards his aunt.
Xue Zhengyi didn't breathe, he held his clothes tightly and refused to let go.
The half-old man seemed to be very angry, and it seemed that the sadness and heartache outweighed the anger.
At that time, the burning brain was crazy. What did the uncle's eyes mean, and what the tears in his eyes were for, he didn't understand, and he didn't want to understand.
The ink burned and heard Xue Zhengyi say: "Don't...don't hurt..."
"She saw it. So she was going to die." The ink burned very peacefully and calmly. "However, Xue Meng is not here, so... Seeing that you have raised me for so many years, his life, I have the right to stay."
Mrs. Wang's struggle is in the eyes of the ink, what is it
What's more, she was powerless to struggle at all, she just cried, and like her husband, she said to him: "Beast...", but the knife went in, blood gurgled out, her consciousness gradually lost, she looked at him, but finally He murmured, "Ran'er, why are you..."
The ink-burning hand was actually shaking at that time, trembling, and finally pulled out. He looked down at the palm of his hand, the palm was wet, and the scarlet dagger was gripped in the palm, which was greasy and smelly.
hot.
But it will be cold soon.
Just like his so-called home, his so-called relatives.
From the very beginning, he was uneasy, because he knew that, in fact, Xue Meng, Xue Zhengyi, or Madam Wang.
They are not his relatives at all.
Their biological nephew had already died in his hands.
"absurd!"
A violent drink interrupted the memories of burning ink.
The ink burned almost dazedly raised his head, and walked around the hall before finally falling on Xue Zhengyi.
It was Xue Zhengyi who was speaking.
"The child I raised, I know myself, how can he bully innocent girls, don't spray people with blood!!"
"… "
The ink burned, and suddenly felt that my heart was filled with some sourness.
His eyelashes twitched and he closed his eyes.
Not the same.
In two lifetimes... many things have changed.
The old artist was so frightened that he rolled down from his seat and kowtowed on the ground: "No, no, I'm not lying, Xianjun calm down, I'm just... I'm just... I'm really..." He's just a poor craftsman , I have never seen such a scene at all, I have been accused by the master of the faction, my face is ashen with fright, and in the end I can't say a complete sentence.
Xue Zhengyi drank low, like a fierce beast ready to go: "Get out."
"… "
"roll!"
The old artist immediately got up and wanted to get out, but the people from Tianyin Pavilion stopped him, he couldn't move forward or retreated, he fell to the ground, his whole body was shaking like a sieve, and he muttered: "Mom, what's the matter... "
Mu Yanli said: "Sect Leader Xue, don't be angry, don't be afraid, old gentleman, what Tianyin Pavilion asks is to make the world's grievances clear, and it will never be framed and hurt innocent people."
She paused and helped the old artist up.
"Please finish, sir."
"I don't have anything to say..." The old man was really frightened, and he didn't say anything, "I beg you all immortals, monks and heroes, let me go, I really don't have anything anymore. It can be said that I have a bad memory, I have a bad memory."
In this stalemate, the ink, who had been silent, suddenly looked at Xue Zhengyi and bowed.
The meaning of this action is self-evident. Xue Zhengyi and Xue Meng said a word in an instant, and even a word was blocked so that they could not say it. Madam Wang murmured in disbelief: "... Ran'er?"
The ink burned: "When I was in Jiaoshan, I thought about coming back and confessing to my uncle. But I didn't expect this situation."
"… "
Mo Ran's eyes are very quiet, because it is too quiet, and even seems a little dead: "The wooden pavilion is here today, and the evidence must have been collected. There is nothing to say. Yes, I am not the second of life and death. Little Lord."
He paused, and a sighing sentence fell into the hall, the sound was as soft as a feather, and the waves rose a thousand layers.
"I am the son of Nangong Yan, the lord of the ninth city in the seventy-two cities of Rufengmen."
"What?!!" Everyone was horrified.
"Don't you want to hear the whole story?" Mo Ran closed his eyes and said, "... The fire in the drunk jade building was set by me, and dozens of lives were indeed destroyed by my hands."
Madam Wang said with tears in her eyes, "Ran'er, why are you... how could you... "
"But back then in Xiangtan, the little girl in the tofu shop was raped to death." He said this, slightly silent.
In the past life, no one wanted to listen to him tell the truth.
They were angrily accusing him, insulting and scolding him, so he didn't want to explain, anyway, in the eyes of others, he was such a heinous devil, and it would be okay to add blood.
But in this life, he finally wanted to say it.
"That girl was not my fault."
There was silence in the Danxin Hall, and everyone was staring at the burning ink, waiting for him to speak out about those unknown dusty old cases.
Mu Yanli raised his eyebrows: "Oh? Is there another secret in that case?"
"Have."
"Please speak." Mu Yan left the road, "All ears."
The ink burned but shook his head: "Before I talk about the murder of the girl in the tofu workshop, I want to talk about a more important person."
"who?"
"An actor."
The ink burned, the eyes were evacuated, and through the open window, he looked towards the distant sky.
"...At that time, there were two young pipa girls in Xiangtan, one surnamed Xun, called Xun Fengwei, and the other... surnamed Duan, called Duan Yihan."
Many people present heard him mention these two names, and they all showed a look that seemed like a world away.
"...Xun Feng is weak... Duan Yihan... Ah! Could it be that the two-digit Lefang teacher was one of the best?"
"It's them. I remember that both of them are Xiangtan musicians, and they are called Linjiang Shuangxian."
"Yeah, when the wind sings and springs to the ground, the clothes are cold and the flowers fill the sky." Someone sighed, "I was only in my thirties at the time, and I was very familiar with these two names. But they It’s hard to find a song, and I heard that every time I perform, the band will be surrounded by water, and the limelight is very strong.”
Another person said: "The two Lexians, they seemed to be fighting songs at that time."
The ink burned: "It's a fight. Xun Fengwei is two years younger than Duan Yihan, and he entered the Lefang two years later. She was arrogant and arrogant at that time, and she was not convinced that Duan Yihan was as famous as her, so she went down. Huatie invites Duan Yihan to play and dance three songs on the Drunk Jade Tower to determine the level of skill."
"Who won in the end?"
"A draw." Mo Ran said, "But since then, the two have cherished each other. Although Xun Fengruo and Duan Yihan are not actors of a music studio, they often walk around each other and are called sisters."
Someone said impatiently: "There is so much nonsense in the rant! It's so good, what are the two women doing?"
Mo Ran glanced at him and said, "Duan Yihan is my mother."