The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

It is Jincheng Pond, and the inscription "It is difficult to plan to travel" beside the pool is powerful and 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 here and there on the ground.

Or it could be said that they were some dead Jiao people.

"Hurry up, if you 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 stopped talking suddenly, and smiled, "I mean, I saw 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. At my level, I can only control the flesh, and I can't control the spirit, which is far from it."

Nangong Liu nodded: "You don't have to be too good at cultivation, it's not a good thing to attract attention."

"The lord said so."

"However, you can figure out this method—to 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 bag of the horse next to 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 the Jincheng Pond is an ancient relic, after hundreds of millions of years, the divine power of Gouchen Shanggong has already 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."

"Oh, no, I have to say something."

"The Lord give me half of the oranges to eat."

Nangong Liu was taken aback, 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 a queer man. That's half and half."

As Nangong Liu said, he passed the orange meat over. 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, Xu Shuanglin's smile seemed a little creepy under the sunlight, and some of the orange juice was stained at the corner of his mouth, which was licked off by him with his tongue, 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 annoyed and confused look 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 an extremely complicated expression appeared on his fat face, "It's...it..."

"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, and subconsciously rubbed his bare feet, frowned and said, "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 muttered, and some people turned their heads to look at Nangong Si, both in astonishment and pity: "That's his..."

Nangong Si was stunned at first, and then his whole body began to tremble. He staggered back, fell to his knees, his face was paler than a dead man, and more terrifying than a ghost.

"Mom? Impossible... Impossible!"

Ye Wangxi held back his tears and said, "Si..."

"Impossible!!" Nangong Si tended to go crazy, his handsome face was distorted by fear and anger, grief and horror, his facial features were almost dislocated, he couldn't hear anyone's words, he couldn't hear any voice anymore, " Impossible! My mother died while slaying monsters! My father told me that she died by piercing her heart while slaying monsters!"

Immediately after that, he was startled suddenly, and muttered to himself: "I lost my heart... pierced my heart and died..."

He didn't cry, his eyes were wide open, his canthus cracked, and he couldn't stop repeating hoarsely, from whispering to low drinking, from low drinking to roaring, from roaring to wild howling: "Piercing the heart!!! Piercing the heart! !!"

The memory flashed back violently.

He was still very young that year, and his parents and a group of people set off together to go to Jinchengchi to seek a sword.He remembered it very deeply. The first night because of his playfulness, he and Nao Baijin went crazy late in the back mountain forest garden. Lu Nong sneaked back to the house late at night to pretend to be an endorsement, but he didn't know that his mother had I came to look for him and wanted to give him a newly embroidered cloth quiver, but I searched around and found no one in the son's mansion, so I knew he was sneaking out to play again.

Rong Yan is a woman with a very cold personality, she never loves Nangong Si intimately like an ordinary mother.When she came to Nangong Si's bedroom again, Nangong Si was pretending to be holding a volume of "Xiaoyaoyou", shaking her head and reading.Rong Yan asked him to stop, and asked him: "What did you do after dinner?"

Nangong Si didn't know that Rong Yan had already realized that she was fishing, put down the book, scratched her head and said with a smile: "Mother, I, I'm backing the book."

"Have you been reciting?"

The child was afraid of being punished, so he hesitated for a while, but still nodded: "Mmm...mmmm!"

Rong Yan lifted Xiuyi's neck slightly, raised her chin, cast down her eyes, her eyes were sharp and cold: "Lie."

Nangong Si was startled, and blushed: "I didn't."

Rong Yan didn't say much, took his bamboo slips, closed the scroll and asked: "The whole world is not about it, but what is the previous sentence?"

"And...and the whole world...and..."

"Let's be famous all over the world without persuasion!" Rong Yanxiu frowned, slapped the bamboo slips on the case, and said sharply, "Nangong Si, what did my mother teach you? You played like crazy outside. Even if it’s so late, how come you have learned to deceive people now?!”

"mother……"

"Don't call me!"

Seeing that she was annoyed, Nangong Si couldn't help panicking. Compared with his kind and amiable father, he was actually more in awe of his mother, who had always been in military uniform and had a heroic spirit.

"You are too outrageous."

The little child couldn't help but her eyes were red, and she was afraid that she would scold him again, so she took a chance and argued, "I, I didn't come back too late, I just played outside for a while after dinner."

Rong Yan glared at him, the mother who was not so angry before, became more and more disappointed and angry in the son's brain-struggling sophistry.

"I'll be back as soon as it gets dark—"

"Snapped!"

A loud slap interrupted Nangong Si's words.

Rong Yan's chest rose and fell, but she still maintained the posture of raising her hands, and she yelled angrily: "Nan Gong Si! Greed, resentment, murder, prostitution, robbery and looting are all things that I, a Confucian gentleman, can't do. Where did you learn this sentence? You Do you want to continue to lie to your mother?!"

Nangong Si was stunned by her beating, and it took a while to regain his senses. Tears filled his eyes instantly, and he was also wronged, and shouted loudly: "If you weren't so fierce, I, what would I do to lie? You Beat me and scold me every now and then... You, you don't treat me well! I don't like you! I like Daddy!" Saying this, she was about to run out to find Nangong Liu.

"You stop for me!"

Rong Yan pulled him, her face was extremely ugly, she pointed a finger with bright red cardamom on the tip of her son's nose, her eyes were full of anger.

"What do you want your father to do? Your father is submissive and sycophant all day long, he is a waste. Do you want to learn from him?! Sit down for me!"

"I don't want it! I don't want it!"

Rong Yan gritted her silver teeth, and dragged the struggling Nangong Si back to the seat, but as soon as she let go, Nan Gongsi wanted to run away again, and finally Rong Yan had to raise her hand, and suddenly lowered a restraint, binding him completely.Nangong Si fell to his knees, humiliated and annoyed at the same time, like a caged animal, gasping for breath.

"Let go of me! I don't want a mother like you! You...you never talked to me properly, you never cared about me, you only scolded me...you only scolded me! "

Rong Yan's face turned red and pale, her lips trembled slightly, and she said for a long time: "You stay in the room honestly, recite the whole chapter of Happy Journey, and I will check it tomorrow. If you are more stubborn, I will..."

At the end of her talk, she was a little dazed, so what?In fact, she didn't know that she had always been iron-blooded and had a strong temper. Even in the face of her cowardly husband, she would reprimand him unceremoniously in public and show him off.

But Nangong Si... what can she do?

She stood there for a while, feeling sore and angry, sad and helpless, under the attack of anger, she couldn't help coughing violently, she was a person with an old disease, coughing and choking out a mouthful of blood , but she didn't care. Before Nangong Si saw it, she wiped it with a handkerchief, and then spoke hoarsely and gloomyly.

"Si'er, you are still young, right and wrong in this world are often not able to see clearly with your eyes. Sometimes people who are tolerant to you may not necessarily expect you to be good, and people who are harsh to you may not be able to see clearly with your eyes. It may not be just looking at you badly. Your father is weak and incompetent, not to mention..." She paused, did not continue immediately, thought for a while, gave up this sentence, and then said, "Mother doesn't want you to become like him in the future Cultivator, become a master like him."

Nangong Si bit her lips and remained silent.

"You are naughty, you don't care about your studies, these are not big things, but how can you learn to lie and deceive others? I have a century-old foundation of Confucianism, and I have always insisted on the integrity of a gentleman, so that I can stand on the top of the immortals. These principles you Father never taught you seriously, but I am your mother, if he doesn't tell you, I will give you instructions and repeat them to you again and again. Even if you don't listen, even if you think I'm harsh, even if you hate me."

"...Dad didn't tell me, that's because he treats me like a son, and he makes me happy, so he is happy, what about you?" Nangong said angrily, "What mother, you only treat me like a Confucianist My young master, I will be the head of the future! I am with you, and I don’t have a good time for half a day! I don’t listen to what you say!"

Rong Yan was very annoyed, a trace of abnormal flush appeared on her white cheeks, she covered her face with a handkerchief, coughed again, and then panted for a long time before saying sternly:

"Okay. If you don't listen, I'll keep talking to you until you understand it one day."

"..." The child was so stubborn that he simply covered his ears with his hands.

Rong Yan sat on the chair and slowly calmed down, but her heart was still throbbing. She remembered the injuries she had suffered when she was exorcising demons in the early years. Although she was taking medicine every day, she still turned into a serious illness, and the illness was getting worse and worse. Zhong, then raised his eyes to see the childish disobedience under the candle, and closed his eyes involuntarily.

After a while, she said in a slow tone, "Si'er, mother can't be with you forever. One day, I won't be able to stare at you anymore, and I won't be able to warn you anymore. I only hope that you can understand..."

She suddenly stopped talking.

Because, she saw Nangong Si squatting on the ground, her small body curled up into a ball, curled up and crying under the forbidden spell she cast, her child, that always happy and cheerful Si'er, in her beating Scolding, choked up and cried.

Rong Yan was stunned for a long time, then slowly stood up, walked to the forbidden curse barrier, raised her hand, wanted to untie it, wanted to bend over to hug him, stroked his swollen cheeks, and kissed his forehead.

But she endured, and she finally stood firm.

She slowly finished the second half of the sentence: "You have to understand... greed, resentment, cheating, killing, prostitution, robbery, and plundering is something that I, a gentleman of Confucianism, cannot do."

"I don't understand, I don't want to understand, I...I..." Nangong Si raised her teary eyes and cried to her mother who was outside the curse, "I hate you! I don't have a mother like you! "

"........."

At that moment, outside the barrier of the forbidden curse, Rong Yan's face was so pale, her usually cold and resolute face seemed to be heartbroken.

That face has appeared in Nangong Si's sleep many times in the past twenty years. When he woke up, the pillow was already wet. At that time, he was like a poisonous scorpion, waving its pincers, stabbing the vicious juice hard. into the mother's heart.

It hurts, it really hurts.

It will not be relieved after a lifetime, and it will never be reconciled with myself.

On the third day, Rong Yan didn't come to the mansion to see him, but asked the maid to bring him a quiver embroidered with camellias and a letter.

In the letter, the mother's notes were upright and solemn, and she didn't have too many good words. She only said that she knew that Si'er had recently practiced martial arts and loved bows and arrows, so she embroidered a rucksack for him to use.He also said that he was going to Jinchengchi with his father, and when he came back, he would smoke "Happy Journey" again, hoping that he would 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 takes revenge on her.

He hates her.

He wants her to know that he will never listen to such a bad mother, he will never compromise, he...

He bared his teeth and grinned with utmost viciousness, and he tried his best 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 wait for anything.

It doesn't matter if you admit your mistake, embrace it, regret it, or be gentle.

He waited, complacent, to declare war on the woman again, and—

He waited for her body.

"Ye Lin, the head of the Confucianism Sect, was attacked, and his wife used her body to protect her and died through her heart."

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 wasn't true.The sun reflected a dazzling white light on the ground, making him dizzy and nauseated.

not true.

……not real! ! !

If 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 outside the barrier was so painful and sad.

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.

With bright red petals and light yellow stamens, the flowers are covered with snow, and they are proud of the snow, as if her warm fingertips have 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.

It was his mother, his aunt, the last thing left to him in this life.