The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

For thousands of years in the cultivation world, heroes have emerged in large numbers, but now there are only ten people who can be listed on the "Prince of Immortals", and Nangong Changying is one of them.

In the past, Mo Ran didn't take it seriously. He once crushed Confucianism 72 City with a little finger. He only felt that there were hundreds of waste pustules in this fairy city. , The sword began to beg for mercy before it was cut.

Just like what Ye Wangxi said before he died in his previous life, among the seventy cities of Confucianism in Huanghuang, none of them is a man.

In the eyes of Mo Ran, Confucianism is a loose sand, and Nangong Changying who has gathered this loose sand, what kind of amazing person can it be?

Mottled with blood, the century-old foundation was razed to the ground by the latecomers in an instant, dead bodies were everywhere, and crows were pecking at the intestines of the dead.Back then, Emperor Taxian stepped up the stairs, without any expression on his face, and pushed open the door of Xianxian Hall——

Wearing a floor-length black cloak, he walked through the long corridor hung with portraits of Confucian-style heads and elders, and finally stopped at the end of Xianxian Hall.

Ta Xianjun raised his face, with the cloak on his body, and under the hood, he couldn't see his whole face clearly, only his pale chin, which was sharp and arrogant, raised slightly, and looked at him with a judging posture. The taller-than-life statue.

It is a statue carved from white jade spirit stone. It depicts a young fairy with a wide robe and wide sleeves. His clothes were painted, and the bloody morning light fell from the carved skylight behind the statue, making him look like an exiled immortal bathed in the light of nine heavens.

The half of Ta Xianjun's face under the hood suddenly showed a smile, revealing white teeth and sweet dimples.

He straightened his clothes, made a long bow, then raised his handsome face, and said with a smile: "Long admiration, Nangong Immortal."

Naturally, the statue couldn't speak, only the pair of black crystals were shining, as if they were staring at the visitor.

Stepping Xianjun is really boring, no one pays attention to him, and he can still play happily for a long time: "Junior Mo Weiyu, I am honored to meet you today, Nangong Immortal Elder is really very proud."

He was laughing and joking, and talked lively and lively for a long time alone, and the living people lost their nerves at the statue.

"I've seen your Xuanxuanxuanxuan..." He wrung his fingers, and then sighed, "I can't figure it out, who knows which generation of your nephew is, and who knows which generation has met your nephew. Nephew, those under your seat don’t know which generation of disciples you are.”

Then he smiled brightly: "But now they have all become ghosts under my sword, so if you haven't reincarnated, Immortal Elder, you have probably seen them already."

"It's a pity that I didn't see your grandson Xuanxuanxuanxuanxuan. That guy escaped before the city was broken. I don't know if he is dead or alive. I am somewhat regretful."

He was happy again, Piri Yangqiu had a very intimate chat with the statue for a while, and then said: "By the way, I heard that Nangong Immortal Elder was also a generation of outstanding people back then. He was expected by everyone, and people would swear their allegiance to follow wherever he went. , There are even those who embrace the immortal head and proclaim themselves emperor."

Mo Ran smiled and said: "Wouldn't that be as majestic as I am today? So when I came here, what I said before was all nonsense. I just have a question-I wonder why Nangong Xianchang didn't refuse to become the throne?"

He paused, and then walked a few steps forward. At this time, his eyes fell on the warning tablet standing behind the sculpture of Nangong Changying. In fact, the monument was so big that he had seen it early in the morning, but he kept ignoring it deliberately. Pass.

The stele was carved by Nangong Changying with a chisel when he was 96 years old. It was simple and unpretentious at first, but was later added gold powder by his heirs.

Mo Ran stared at it for a while, and said with a smile: "Oh, I understand.'Greedy, resentment, murder, prostitution, robbery, and plundering, is my Confucian gentleman seven things that I can't do?' Xianchang is really a good character."

He stood with his hands behind his back, and continued: "However, the Immortal Chief Haobai was born with a clear reputation, and he taught the future generations until he died. But I am curious, did the Immortal Chief expect that one day, the Confucian School will become Today's situation?"

When he said this, he pursed his lips, as if he was thinking of a suitable word to describe it, and then he thought of it, so he clapped his hands and said with a smile: "A nest of big rats?"

After he finished speaking, he burst out laughing, his smile was happy and willful, pure and sinister, echoed for a long time in the empty and solemn Hall of Sages, his voice was like cracking silk, as if he wanted to tear the scrolls that were slightly swaying in the wind, tear them into pieces Portraits of heroes of Confucianism in the past dynasties...

The laughter finally grounded in front of Nangong Changying's cold sculpture, and stopped abruptly.

Mo Ran stopped laughing, he restrained his smile, and a layer of ice slowly formed on his face.

His dark eyes stared at the sages of the previous dynasty opposite Wu Daidangfeng, and at the man who, like him, could also command the world and trample all the immortals.

It seems that time and space meet here, and the first immortals of the two eras confront each other in the torrent of time.

Finally, Mo Ran said softly: "Nangong Changying, your Confucianism is a pool of dirty water, I don't believe you will be clean."

He suddenly waved his sleeves and turned around, striding out of the Hall of Sages, suddenly a gust of wind blew off the hood of his cloak, finally revealing the almost crazy face of Emperor Taxian.

He has the most handsome appearance in the world, and he is a well-deserved handsome man, but on this face, there are fierce and vicious eyes that are unparalleled in the world, like carrion vultures.

The black robes rolled down the long steps like thick clouds and black ink.

He is a fierce ghost in the world, Shura of the world of mortals, he looked up, and there were dead bodies of Confucian disciples everywhere, missing arms and broken legs, Ta Xianjun did not accept surrender, except for the woman surnamed Song who can still keep, the rest , to kill them all.

At that moment, Mo Ran felt a cruel pleasure in his heart. He looked at the gorgeous morning glow in the sky, the sun pierced through the clouds, and a dazzling golden light shone on his pale face.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, clenched his hands in his sleeves, trembling slightly from ecstasy and excitement.

He used to be such a lifeless person, when he was young, he had been begging for food in the border of Linyi, and he had seen his mother starve to death, he didn't even have a straw mat to wrap his body in.At that time, he asked a Confucian monk, if he could buy him a coffin, the thinnest and worst one would be fine, but that person said something mockingly to him——

The monk said: "Anyone should be matched with a coffin. If you hit three feet, it's hard for you to find a tenth."

He had no other choice, so he wanted to bury his mother on the spot, but Linyi was strictly controlled, and the nearest mass grave was outside Daicheng, which could only be reached after climbing two hills.

He dragged his mother's corpse along, receiving disgusted, contemptuous, surprised, and sympathetic eyes all the way, but no one helped him. He walked for fourteen days. A child dragged a woman's corpse for fourteen days. .

fourteen days.No one was willing to help him.

At the beginning, he would kneel on the side of the road and beg, begging passers-by, grooms, and farmers, if they could take him and A Niang in a wooden cart.

But who would be willing to put a dead body of a stranger in his car?

Later, he stopped begging, just gritted his teeth, and dragged his mother along, walking step by step.

The corpse stiffened, softened again, and began to rot. There was a stench and corpse fluid oozed out. Passers-by all backed away three feet from him, covering their noses.

No.14 days, he finally arrived at the mass grave.

He no longer smelled of a living person, and the stench of corpses filled his bones.

He didn't have a pickaxe, so he dug a shallow hole under the mass grave with his hands—he really didn't have the strength to dig a deep hole, so he dragged his rotten mother, who was beyond recognition, into the hole, Then he just sat there blankly.

After a long time, he said stiffly, "Mother, I should bury you."

He started to scoop up the dirt, and just scooped up a handful and sprinkled it on his mother's chest. He broke down and cried bitterly.

It was strange, he thought all the tears had been shed long ago.

"No, no, you won't see it if you bury it, and you won't see it if you bury it." He crawled into the pit again, and wailed on the rotten corpse, tears rolling down his face.When his mood calmed down, he went to scoop up the soil again, but the soil seemed to have a certain smell that could open up the tear ducts, and he was defeated again.

"Why is everything rotten like this...it's all rotten like this..."

"Why isn't there even a mat..."

"Aunt...Aunt..."

He rubbed his face against her, he didn't think she was dirty, she was smelly, she was dead, there was no good skin all over her body, she was bleeding with pus, and maggots were crawling all over her body.

He lay in her arms and wept bitterly, choking with sobs and tearing his lungs, every sound seemed to be dug out from a throat stained with blood.

In the end, his wail echoed on the mass grave, the voice was distorted, hoarse, and indistinct, sometimes it sounded like a human cry, but more often it was like the wail of a cub after losing its mother.

"Aunt...Aunt!!"

"Come here... is there someone... come and bury me too... bury me too..."

In a blink of an eye, twenty has passed.

Mo Ran returned to Linyi again, standing on the top of the Qiong Tower on the top of the Confucianism Gate, Biwa Feizhen, and standing in front of the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood.

The cub with the smell of corpses back then has become bright fur and sharp fangs. He opened his eyes again, with crazy and intense brilliance flashing in his pupils.

He is standing here today, who would dare to tell him that if you hit three feet, it is hard for you to ask for one?

absurd!He wants ten feet, one hundred feet, one thousand feet!

He wants them, and everyone in this world, to kneel down, rub their knees on the ground, and present his tens of thousands of feet and millions of feet on his knees——

Step on all the immortals and respect the world! ! !

He has entered the Xianxian Hall and met Nangong Changying. He has become more and more sure of his desire and ambition. live.

He will no longer be the child who caressed the corpse and cried bitterly. He will never let the person he loves die and rot in front of him.

Never again.

A hundred years later, he will also become a god like Nangong Changying, who will be enshrined by people, raised up to the top of the mountain, with white jade as his body and golden characters.

No, he will be better than Nangong Changying, his peak of death and life will be far better than the original Confucianism, and he, the first king of the cultivation world, will be better than Nangong Changying, a hypocrite who can't afford to let go. It is even more admirable and praiseworthy.

sin?

He didn't believe that Nangong Changying had no sins, how could a person who gave birth to such a monster as the Confucianism School be a righteous gentleman who sacrificed his life for righteousness?

Isn't it "greedy, resentful, cheating, killing, prostitution, robbery and plundering are the seven things that I, a Confucian gentleman, should not do"?Who can't say beautiful words?Before Mo Weiyu died, he could have found someone to come up with some wonderful and admirable words of awakening the world for him, he could have found someone who is a sycophant to write history books for him, and the darkness of the past would be wiped out. The lord of sage who "caring about the common people and all the people with a single stroke of dominance".

Really good.

There is no ending that could be better than this.

"Greed, resentment, murder, prostitution, robbery...it's me...a Confucian gentleman...seven...don't do it..."

A faint murmur sounded like thunder, exploding in the ears.

Mo Ran suddenly pulled himself out of the mud of memories, but there was still a mess of sparks in front of him. He raised his head and looked at Nangong Changying, who had been pierced through the chest by Nangong Si with the arrow that pierced the clouds.

The face is exactly the same as that jade carving back then.

Someone was exclaiming: "Nangong Si is injured like that, how can he pull the cloud piercing bow?!"

"Has that bow been prepared long ago?!"

"Look, the spiritual power attached to the bow...isn't Nangongsi's! Yes, yes..."

No one went on.

But everyone knows it well.

It belongs to Nangong Changying.

The only person who can control the Divine Bow Piercer is Nangong Changying.

On the bow and arrow, there was the last spiritual flow left by Nangong Changying before his death.

The raging fire quickly spread and burned in Nangong Changying's chest, and the cloud piercing arrow pierced his heart, and the fire instantly spread to his whole body——

But the corpse felt no pain. Nangong Changying's body looked so tall and straight in the flames, and her face looked so serene and calm, even calm.

Mo Ran heard Xue Zhengyi muttering next to him: "He had expected it a long time ago?... He... Did he expect such a day?"

Do not……

It wouldn't have been expected, it was just a coincidence.

The ink burned the eyes, and the pupils were twisted into two thin slits——

This is just a coincidence!

But how can he convince himself?The meridian that was able to break free from the control of the Zhenlong chess piece had been severed long ago, and was even buried in Jiaoshan.

... If it is not carefully arranged, how can this step be achieved.

He staggered back a step.

He once thought they were the same, he thought that all the legendary heroes in this world were born with a pair of hands that can cover the sky, wipe away the stains of a lifetime, put on a clean shroud, and leave a piece of whiteness, He thought that Nangong Changying, like the Confucianism School he had seen, was nothing but a monster wearing a human skin mask!

Is he wrong?

He looked at Nangong Changying, who was surrounded by brilliant flames. Hundreds of years ago, that immortal leader, who was just like him, had astonishing spiritual power and the ability to penetrate heaven and earth.

Is he wrong? ? !

Nothing can drown out sins, and no matter how high-sounding the official history is written, it will leave flaws that cannot be justified, and Youyou's mouth can never be blocked.

Nangong Changying is a kind person, he refuses to seek hegemony, and he never ascends to the top—he used to think that it was just a whitewash and cover-up by the people at the pinnacle of power.

Is he wrong...

Nothing can hide the truth, just like the snow that has been deposited for a whole winter will melt, and after the vastness and whiteness fade away, the face of the earth will be exposed, and the dirt hidden in all the wrinkles will have nowhere to escape. When the sun shines, they all Hissing and screaming in the day.

Is he...wrong...

Mo Ran shook his head slowly, he was staring at Nangong Changying, Nangong Changying had also raised his face, he was still covered with the black ribbon embroidered with dragon patterns, no one could see his eyes, Mo Ran Can't see it either.

But I don’t know if it’s my own illusion, Mo Ran felt that Nangong Changying seemed to be smiling, there were smile lines overflowing under the black ribbon, the fire couldn’t burn out, the water couldn’t wash away, nothing could cover the shallow veins He stood quietly in a sea of ​​flames, in the warm light.

If possible, he would also like to be selfish for a while, and leave this body behind, always with the green hills and green cypresses, the heroes of future generations.

The world is so beautiful that no one wants to leave.

But he also knows that sometimes it is impossible to leave, so he has already planned to cut the scriptures and hide the bow, so that the body will be used by others in the future, and it will be used as a minion for tigers.

The world is too beautiful, flowers are enough, blood should not be stained.

"Sect Master..." Nangong Si knelt on the ground holding the Cloud Piercing Bow, the flames illuminated his young face and also the tears on his face, "This junior is unworthy..."

The fire of piercing the clouds burned Zhenlong Heizi in Nangong Changying's body, he was about to be burned to ashes, and his whole body was getting fainter and weaker in the flames.

Nangong Changying, who was completely free, asked Nangong Si: "How many years have passed since the Confucianism School was established?"

He was just a corpse, and his soul was gone.

There are not many memories and consciousnesses that can be preserved in the physical body, so if you want to ask, you can only ask such simple things.

Nan Gongsi didn't dare to be negligent, and answered with a choked voice, "It has been 420 years since the Confucianism School was established."

Nangong Changying tilted his head, and now there was a smile on his lips.

"It's been a long time," he said.

The voice was faint, like the wind passing through the mountains and forests, scattered without a trace.

"I thought that 200 years would be over." Nangong Changying's voice was gentle and generous, flowing through the leaves of Jiaoshan grass, "Everything in the world has a life span. The day will be replaced by the young, and the old will be replaced by the new one day. After a long time, everything will become dirty and old. It is a good thing that someone throws it away and overturns it. Don’t blame yourself.”

Nangong Si suddenly raised his head, his complexion was as white as paper due to excessive blood loss, and his voice trembled slightly: "Taizhu!"

"Actually, how long the Confucian School has survived does not depend on how many years the school has been standing and how many disciples it has." Nangong Changying's figure was almost invisible, and his voice became more and more distant, "It is because there are still people in this world who remember, Greed, resentment, murder, prostitution, robbery and looting are seven things that I, a Confucian gentleman, cannot do."

As he spoke, his sleeves flicked, and in an instant, the vegetation on the Jiaoshan Mountain trembled, and vines rose everywhere, sinking all the corpses that were about to get rid of the restraints into the depths of the earth.

"Remember and do it, the torch has been passed."

After saying these words, Nangong Changying's body was suddenly separated and shattered in the raging fire, turning into bits of firefly powder, golden and red starlight, floating among the vast mountains and forests.

The body has disappeared, but the lingering sound has not dissipated.

Inside the enchantment, Nangong Si had been crying for a long time. Outside the enchantment, Ye Wangxi knelt down, she knelt down, and people knelt down one after another, I Changying, Nangong Xianchang—

Before and after death, they are all heroes.

The author has something to say: Hit three feet and you can't escape one foot. It is not a common quotation and needs to be explained.I want to find the original source of this sentence, but I can’t find it, so I have to say, this is a sentence made by someone who doesn’t know who, it’s not my original, scratching my head