The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

Xu Shuanglin's eyes on the screen suddenly widened, and most of the people outside the screen were stunned at the same time.

When Mo Ran saw this, he faintly felt that something was wrong.

He is a person who has lived two lifetimes, and this conversation is connected with some things in his previous life, allowing him to figure out some intriguing details.

He knew that Ye Wangxi's friendship with Nangong Si was not only because Ye Wangxi asked to be buried with Nangong Si before his death, but because Ye Wangxi's female identity was made public very early in his previous life. In the world, Nangong Liu appointed her to marry Nangong Si.

Looking at this episode now, it seems that the father is looking for a furnace for the double cultivation for his son, but not long after the two made their marriage agreement, Nan Gongsi died suddenly, but Ye Wangxi survived... Mo Ran endured I couldn't help thinking, was Nangong Si's death really just a coincidence?

He doesn't feel like it.

On the screen, Xu Shuanglin's fingers were clenched into fists. Although he was still smiling, his tone was a bit cool.

"You want Xiao Yezi to marry Ah Si?"

"Well, she is the most suitable."

"Where is it suitable?" Xu Shuanglin laughed, "You originally wanted to train her to be the commander of the hidden guards, and made her look neither male nor female, but now you say you want to give her to Si'er, you are not afraid of Si'er despise her."

"He is really unhappy. I saw him often talking and laughing with Ye Wangxi, and treating her well, so I thought he would accept it. But when I told him about the marriage, he was furious, saying that he didn't like it at all. I like Ye Wangxi, and the reason why I take care of her is because she is a girl, and it is not easy to get along in the dark city. He refuses to accept this marriage."

Xu Shuanglin: "..."

"How could I compromise? He quarreled with me, saying that I didn't respect his decision and dealt with his life's affairs at will, and even avoided Ye Wangxi, being indifferent and alienated. The more I told him, His attitude became worse, and in the end he even felt that I was partial to Ye Wangxi, I really don't know what is good or bad." Nangong Liu scolded, "Doesn't he dislike her for being unattractive?"

Xu Shuanglin was quite fair: "...If the head of the sect suddenly asked you to marry a woman you don't like, would you be willing? I don't think it's really a question of good looks, you really don't respect him."

"He is superficial! To marry a wife, you should marry someone who is useful and virtuous. If he likes beautiful girls, won't he be able to take concubines when his body is stable?" Nangong Liu sighed, "Oh, it's also my fault at the beginning, cough cough, No... I didn't see Ye Wangxi's feelings for Si'er in time, if she was still the same, Si'er would love her."

"You are too ridiculous." Xu Shuanglin said, "Si'er won't accept it."

"Unless he doesn't want to die. It's extremely painful to double cultivate with a person like him who has a violent spiritual core. If you marry an ordinary woman...I'm afraid, I'm afraid I can't stand it at all..." Nangong Liu took a breath, "Ye Wangxi loves him, She is willing and able to bear it."

"How could she be willing?!"

"I asked her."

"……what?!"

"I have asked her, and I have already told her about this matter." Nangong Liu said, "She is more afraid of Si'er getting sick than she is afraid of her own death."

"..." Xu Shuanglin stopped talking, lowered his head, wondering what he was thinking, and said after a while, "She is really a fool."

Seeing this, Mo Ran is almost sure - where did Nangong Si suffer from a serious disease and suddenly died suddenly in his previous life?In all likelihood, Xu Shuanglin killed it himself.

With Nangong Si dead, Ye Wangxi will be able to live.

The reason why Nangong Si is still alive in this life may really be because of Song Qiutong's incident.Song Qiutong is the sphenoid beauty seat, and she is very suitable for dual cultivation. With her marrying Nangong Si, the father naturally has nothing to say. He even feels that the pie has fallen from the sky, and he will not force Ye Wangxi and Nangong any more. Si got married.

Now that the marriage contract between Ye and Si is void, it makes sense for Xu Shuanglin not to harm Nangong Si in his life.But there is still a little bit of ink burning that I can't understand--Xu Shuanglin looks like a crazy devil now, but why does such a devil regard Ye Wangxi so important?She's obviously just an adopted daughter... That treacherous and terrifying person whose intentions are difficult to discern, what is he obsessed with?

What exactly is it that you want?

This period of memory is not long, and it will end soon. When the phantom lights up again, the time is much earlier.

Nangong Liu looked obviously younger than now, and hadn't put on weight yet.In his hand was a small object that shone with blue brilliance. When everyone looked closely, they found that it was the ring of the head of the Confucianism Sect.

This ring can't be taken off until the day when he leaves office, and Nangong Liu hasn't put it on in the picture, so it proves that he hasn't become the real master of Confucianism at this time.

An attendant came in and knelt down to salute. The attendant's Taoist robe was still stained with blood. It seemed that a fierce battle had just ended.This memory should have happened on the night when Master Nangong Liu killed him and regained the head of the sect.

"Sect Leader, what should we do with Luo Fenghua's body?"

Nangong Liu twirled the ring, thinking: "Bury him in the Hero's Tomb. He will be with me as a teacher and apprentice, and leave him a decent home."

"Yes!"

The attendant withdrew.

Mo Ran frowned slightly, he felt a little strange, according to the memories he saw just now, Luo Fenghua, the master of the Nangong brothers, was clearly smashed into pieces by Nangong Liu, sinking into the blood pool of the corpse, and turned into a ghost, sinking into nothing Hell, where one cannot be reborn forever.

But why is it said here that Nangong Liu buried his master in the Hero Tomb?

In the illusion, Nangong Liu was caressing the biyingying master ring, with complicated and strange luster flashing in his eyes, as if he was a little afraid, but full of longing.

His Adam's apple was throbbing, and finally he raised his hand slowly, reflecting the candlelight, and solemnly put the ring on his thumb.

He stared at his hand, looked back and forth, the corners of his mouth slowly curled up, as if he was about to burst out into a bright and happy smile, but the ripples of that smile stopped before they spread halfway.

Nangong Liu yelled, and suddenly fell off the throne of the sect leader, his whole body was convulsed and trembling.

"Ah—! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhss

"Master!"

"What's wrong with you, Master?"

Left and right rushed to help him, unexpectedly when Nangong Liu raised his head, his face was covered with blood. Countless small cuts were torn on his face that was healthy just now. It kept surging out of that mysterious scar.

"What's going on!" Nangong Liu panicked, "It hurts...it hurts...why...how did this happen? What's going on?!!"

Footsteps came from outside the door.

Against the moonlight, a man stepped on the cold bricks and stones with bare, smooth feet, and came to Nangong Liu. He lifted his robe and knelt down.

This person was Xu Shuanglin who was younger than now, he leaned over and pinched Nangong Liu's face to look carefully, Nangong Liu was panting and struggling, tears, snot and blood mixed together.Xu Shuanglin seemed a little disgusted, frowned, and then asked: "Why is it like this all of a sudden?"

"I don't know...I don't know...Mr. Shuanglin...Mr. help me..."

At this time, Xu Shuanglin was only a counselor assisting Nangong Liu, so Nangong Liu called him Mr. Shuanglin, not an elder.

After some investigation, Xu Shuanglin grabbed Nangong Liu's right hand, looked at the gleaming ring, and suddenly changed his expression: "There is a curse of ten thousand calamities attached to it?"

The relatives gathered around gasped after hearing this name, only Nangong Liu was in a daze, not knowing what the curse of life and death was, raised his head blankly with tears hanging down his nose, and couldn't stop There was crystal snot flowing out, dripping on the floor tiles with blood stains.

"Ah, what is that?"

"Death curse."

Xu Shuanglin's face was very ugly.

"Luo Fenghua put a death curse on this ring. He cursed the next person who wears the ring. As long as the moonlight shines on him, his skin will be chapped. Life is worse than death... every night."

"what?!"

"It's more than that." Xu Shuanglin's hand caressed the emerald of the ring, and he closed his eyes to feel the turbulent spiritual flow there, "During the fifteenth month, even if you stay at home, the walls are sealed, and the night will not come in." , will still feel the pain of a thousand cuts, and there is no escape..."

He opened his eyes, glanced at Nangong Liu who was huddled on the ground with a miserable appearance, and said softly.

"Until you die."

Under the thick and smelly blood, Nangong Liu's pupils suddenly closed, like a panicked rat, or a poisonous snake poking its head out of a black cave.

He twitched funnyly, and murmured, "Until death?"

"Ah."

"Broken, can't it be broken?"

"It can't be broken." Xu Shuanglin said, "At least I can't think of any way to break it now... only in the future..."

Before he could speak, Nangong Liu broke away from his hand, screamed and laughed wildly, and climbed down the steps, dragging a crooked blood mark on the cold and clean floor tiles, he wailed and laughed, his voice was hoarse and distorted Extreme, as sharp as a needle, even many people outside the phantom couldn't bear it, and blocked their ears.

"Hahaha—curse me? You curse me?"

"Luo Fenghua! You took the seat of the head of my Nangong family. I kicked you out of the stage and left your whole body. It's... It's justified! You cursed me? How could you bear it—how dare you have the face! !"

"I miss you... the grace of teaching me... I will bury you... in the grave of heroes... Ha! Tomb of heroes! But you want me to suffer every night, my skin is torn apart-until I die!!!" He Roaring, he moved inch by inch to the entrance of the main hall, dormant in the thick black shadow cast by the heavy copper door of the main hall, his fingers and claws twitched ferociously, slapped violently, and couldn't help but hit the ground hard.

"Until death! How can you be cruel! How can you be cruel-animal! Animal! You ruined my life!"

"Master..." Zuo Yu couldn't bear it, and wanted to take him back, but Nangong Liu roared and drank like crazy.

This bloody face has always been cowardly and incompetent more than any other color, but today it is different. There is a deep-rooted hatred on his face, jumping in his pupils like wildfire, burning his reason and scorching, not a blade of grass can grow.

Nangong Liu roared hysterically: "Send me... the first... order of the master..."

The attendant knelt down to obey the order.

"The previous head, Luo Fenghua, committed a heinous... heinous... unforgivable! He ordered his remains... to be hacked into pieces... to shreds, corpses, tens of thousands, pieces—!"

Xu Shuanglin stood quietly by the side, listening with lowered eyes, unable to see any expression: "..."

At this time, a new round of tearing hit, Nangong Liu couldn't bear it, collapsed suddenly, and burst into tears again, but while crying, he still finished his first order to ascend the Confucianism Gate throne, Every single word was squeezed out from the back molars: "Shen corpse... blood pool..."

You cursed my blood and blood to death.

I will sink you into the endless purgatory, and you will never be reborn forever.

At the end of this illusion, Nangong Liu opened his empty and blank eyes, his voice was like a broken Tao Xun, extremely hoarse, and he murmured: "Luo Fenghua, beast...you beast..."

The memory fragments began to collapse and reorganize like snowflakes again. The shameful secrets of Confucianism that were uncovered inch by inch made almost everyone present fascinated. Some people, such as Ye Wangxi and Nangong Si, it was because of personal matters , had to watch, but more people were aroused a pleasure of spying on other people's hidden diseases.

Jealousy is one of the ugliest emotions in the world. How many of those people who were invited to Nangong Si's wedding sincerely worship Confucianism?How many people have passed through the majestic three-outlet gate, passed through the aura stone with every inch of land, and seen the 72 cities of Tianhuang and Guizhou, and their hearts are only admiration, not the slightest bit of jealousy?

The taller the towering attic, the more crowds would be attracted to watch when it collapsed.

The pain of others is always the best topic of conversation in the streets and alleys after dinner.

Mo Ran was a little reluctant to watch it any longer, but the matter was full of doubts and matters of great importance.Although Xu Shuanglin's memories seemed to be correct, and he could explain all the changes in Jin Chengchi and Taohuayuan, but he still felt vaguely uncomfortable.

He always felt that something was particularly wrong in this memory.

……what is it then?

He frowned, thinking dully.

But suddenly, he glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw a strange light flickering in the distance.But because the hallucinations are unfolding here one after another, no one will look out of the forest, so they didn't notice——

The ink burned for a moment, then his face changed suddenly, and he shouted: "Jie Huo!"

Everyone turned their heads when they heard the words: "Jiehuo? Where is Jiehuo?"

"Over there—over there!"

"No! There are also here!"

No one thought that when they were watching Xu Shuanglin's memories of the past, all directions of Rufengmen, 72 cities, were ignited with raging scarlet fires. If you look at it, you can't see clearly at all.

Jiehuo is one of the Fierce Fires, and unless it rains heavily and is stopped with nectar, it will not stop unless the burning grass around it is extinguished without turning to ashes.

Thick smoke was billowing, and the fire was like water splashed on the silk surface, and it quickly blurred around. In the distance, there were bright meteors flying towards the surrounding fields in 72 City, but if you look closely, where are the meteors?It was clearly the disciples of the Confucianism school who escaped from the sea of ​​fire one by one, and flew out with Yujian.

Seeing this, many people in the forest suddenly turned pale and shouted: "What's going on?"

Some people even turned around and ran towards the Hall of Poetry and Music, calling their companions' names repeatedly.Xue Zhengyi also changed his face, because Mrs. Wang is still there, she doesn't know how to control the sword at all...

"Ah Ran! Yuheng! I'll leave Meng'er to you, I'll go see my wife—"

Mo Ran was also very anxious, nodded and said: "Uncle, go quickly, take auntie to leave first, there are us here, I will never let Xue Meng have anything."

Xue Zhengyi patted him on the shoulder vigorously, and swept away to the Hall of Poetry and Music, which was bursting with flames.

Seeing the sudden chaos, Xu Shuanglin stood quietly at the same place, and suddenly burst into an extremely bright smile, he said with a smile: "It's a scene of trees falling and monkeys scattered."

Mo Ran looked back suddenly, and saw Xu Shuanglin snapped his fingers, making the radiant memory fragments gather in his palm like thousands of snowflakes.

The sea of ​​flames returned to the surrounding area again, and the rift in the endless hell in the sky is still not closed, and the golden-red molten flow is still gushing out, spreading to the forest at an extremely slow speed.

Mo Ran stared at Xu Shuanglin, and suddenly felt shuddering.

This person, the charm in the eyes is not right, this kind of eyes are too familiar to Mo Ran...

In his previous life, he was at the peak of death and life, he was in the empty Wushan Temple, and after Chu Wanning died, every time he looked at himself in the mirror, he saw such a pair of terrifying eyes.

Eyes filled with madness and blood, self-defeating, and wanting to make everyone die for themselves.

"You want to destroy Confucianism School?"

Hearing Mo Ran's question, Xu Shuanglin's reaction was just two toes intertwined and rubbing each other.

Then smiled.

"So what? If I destroy my own home, it's your turn to take care of it?"

"Your own home..."

Xu Shuanglin walked up to Nangong Liu on the rolling stream, grabbed him by the back of his collar, pulled him up from the ground, raised his eyelids and said, "Yes, my own home."

He forced Nangong Liu to face his face, then raised his hand, and raised his other hand in front of Nangong Liu who was hanged by Ling Chiguo, who was dying, and slowly, inch by inch, from the Start at the bottom of the neck, tear slowly, bit by bit...

hiss.

In the end, it was just a soft sound, and a delicate human skin mask made of a hundred-year-old snake demon's painted skin was peeled off, revealing a face that was no longer young.

Nangong Liu was shocked at first, and then shivered and shivered sharply. He was as angry as a spring, but he still struggled to pull out bits and pieces of voice from his throat.

"You...are you...?! You...didn't... die? You...you..."

"I'm not dead, you're still alive, how can I die before you." Xu Shuanglin said with a smile, "I'm much better than you in every way, including lifespan. If you're rotten, I'll live well What? You and I reunited after a long time, are you too happy to say anything else?"

He created a cluster of fire, and burned the human skin mask at will. The flame spread all the way to his fingertips. Liu's lips tilted his head and said with a smile.

"Sect Master Xianjun, long time no see...or should I call you...brother?"