It is Jincheng Pond, and the inscription "The road to travel is difficult" beside the pool is strong and powerful, and the handwriting is bright red.
There are still only two living people, Nangong Liu and Xu Shuanglin, in the scene. The reason why there are only two living people is because there are countless dead people lying on the ground.
Or it can be said that it is some dead Jiao people.
"Hurry up, and then seal the road to prevent other monks from going up the mountain, I'm afraid it will arouse suspicion."
"It's almost ready." Xu Shuanglin stuffed a sunspot into the mouth of a Jiaoren, and then recited the incantation silently. The Jiaoren stood up from the ground unsteadily, bowed to the two, and jumped back with a plop. into the Jincheng Pond floating with crushed ice. Xu Shuanglin said: "I'm not yet proficient in this forbidden technique. When I become more proficient, I don't need to feed them chess pieces one by one. Just click a little in the air, and they can follow the order and be sent by me."
"so smart?"
"Otherwise, how can it be called a forbidden technique. Even if you practice it to that level, it's just superficial. I've seen someone" Xu Shuanglin suddenly stopped talking, and smiled, "I mean, I saw that there was a record in the book that someone Those who can retain all the consciousness of living beings and at the same time make them willingly obey their orders, that is amazing. To my level, I can only manipulate the flesh, and cannot control the spirit, which is far from it."
Nangong Liu nodded: "You don't have to be too good at cultivation, it's never a good thing to attract attention."
"The lord said so."
"However, you can figure out this method¡ªto undo my curse, you need to open the gate of the Infernal Hell, and to open the gate of the Infernal Hell, you need to have the five elements of gold, wood, water, fire, earth, and spiritual power. The essence of the world is hard to find. We can't test each sect one by one, but you have the ability to change the world of Jin Chengchi, and the spiritual cores of those monks who come to ask for swords will all be honestly told to you, it is really a good thing to sit back and enjoy."
While talking, he took out an orange from the horse's bag beside him, peeled it, and praised while eating: "Shuanglin, Jin Chengchi's spirits can't beat you, you are really capable."
Xu Shuanglin smiled and said: "Although Jincheng Pond is an ancient relic, after hundreds of millions of years, the divine power of Gochen Shanggong has been reduced to negligible. Otherwise, with my ability, how can I take advantage of it. The honor of the Lord is too high."
Nangong Liu laughed loudly: "Finally, how do you want me to reward you?"
"I don't want anything."
"Hey, no, I have to say something."
"The Lord reward me with half of the oranges."
Nangong Liu was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and said, "What is this?" But he still peeled the orange and handed it to Xu Shuanglin, "I'll give you the whole thing."
"Half is fine." Xu Shuanglin smiled lightly, "I don't want much."
"You're such a strange person. Let's be half and half."
As Nangong Liu said, he handed over the orange meat. Xu Shuanglin's fingertips were bloodstained, so it was inconvenient to pick it up, so he ate it directly from Nangong Liu's fingertips, and said brightly, "It's sweet and juicy, and it tastes good."
At that moment, under the sunlight, Xu Shuanglin's smile seemed a little creepy, and the orange juice was stained, and some of the orange juice stopped at the corner of his mouth, and he stuck out his tongue to lick it off, like a poisonous snake spit out a letter.
Nangong Liu was suddenly a little scared, and immediately took her hand back, but then there was an expression of frustration and confusion on her face, as if she didn't understand what she was afraid of.
Xu Shuanglin suddenly said: "Look at that."
"What?" Nangong Liu Wenzhi looked over, and after a while, his eyes suddenly widened, and a very complicated expression appeared on his fat face, "It'sit"
"Pan-eating pomfret." Xu Shuanglin carried the dead pomfret over, threw it on the rocky beach and leaned over to look it over carefully. The monster with the body of a lion-faced fish bared its teeth, revealing its blood-stained canines. , a pair of gray-black eyes were protruding, and there was no light in them.
Xu Shuanglin dipped a little of the blood on his body, smelled it, couldn't help rubbing his bare feet subconsciously, and said with a frown, "Ugh, it stinks."
He stood up and kicked the pomfret: "This should be a rare beast in Jincheng Pool. Although Gou Chen stayed in the pool to guard Shenwu all those years ago, they were all auspicious beasts, but the long time is enough to change many things. Ghosts can transcend, and gods can fall, let alone a mere beast."
Nangong Liu murmured: "It was it back then asked me to offer Rong Yan's heart"
Everyone outside the illusion was horrified when they heard the words. Except for Chu Wanning who already knew the truth, the rest were more surprised than before: "What?!"
"Rong Yan that's that's"
Some people were muttering, and some people had turned their heads to look at Nangong Si, both in astonishment and pity: "??", I hope he will stop being playful and willful.
What about him?
How did he do it?
He was still angry and resentful. He took a knife and cut the quiver made by his mother into several pieces. He threw his mother's letter into the firepit and burned it to ashes. The young children feel so happy in the splitting decision.
He took revenge on her.
He hates her.
He wants to let her know that he will never listen to such a bad mother, he will never compromise, he
He bared his teeth and grinned extremely viciously, and he tried every means to build a city wall.
He waited for his mother to bow her head to him and admit her mistake to him, or maybe At that time, he was just using his pitiful malice in exchange for a soft word and a hug from his mother.
But he didn't get anything.
It¡¯s okay to admit your mistakes, hug, regret, or be gentle.
He waited to be complacent, to declare war on the woman again, and then¡ª
He waited for her body.
"The head of the Confucian style school, Ye Lin, was attacked, and his wife died with her body to protect her."
When Fubi came back, Nangongsi stood blankly beside the majestic tower of the Confucianism Gate, white silk and paper money were scattered all over the ground, he, as the only legitimate son, stood at the front and waited, according to the custom, the elder threw the basin, The wife's coffin can then be carried back to the sect across the firepit. At this time, the son-in-law will cry bitterly on his knees and grab the ground with his head to welcome his mother's return.
But Nangong Si couldn't cry.
He felt so absurd, everything was so false, as if it was not true. The sun reflected a dazzling white light on the ground, making him dizzy and nauseated.
not real.
¡¡not real! ! !
If it is true, what should he do? How could he accept it In this life, yin and yang are separated, and the last sentence she told him was "greed, resentment, murder, prostitution, robbery and plundering are all things I, a gentleman of Confucianism, cannot do."
And what did he answer her?
He didn't want to remember, but that day he hated so deeply, shouted so deeply, and his mother's face was so painful and sad outside the barrier.
pain¡¡
It really hurts.
He said that the last words he said to his mother in his life what he said was
I hate you.
I don't have a mother like you.
When the coffin arrived, the elder broke the porcelain basin beside the coffin. Thousands of people knelt down and wept. His father was crying beside the coffin, but Nangong Si just stood there, holding tightly in his hand the camellia that he had cut into pieces. quiver.
Bright red petals, light yellow stamens, flowers covered with snow, born proud of the snow, as if her warm fingertips just touched the silk surface, and opened up the colorful flowers. I don't know if it was a premonition before she died, or it was a coincidence, but she embroidered very carefully, and the flowers were lifelike, as if she wanted to embroider all the exhortations and entrustments of the rest of her life on that stitch. In the middle of the line, locked in this small cloth quiver.
Nangong Si held it tightly.
That was his mother, his aunt, the last thing left to him in this life. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com