The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

On the spirit summoning platform of Confucianism Gate, Xu Shuanglin looked at the dots of golden streamer in the night, and suddenly felt that it was very much like the paper he threw into the furnace on the snowy night of the Lantern Festival that year.

It was burnt to ashes in an instant, only a little spark was still there, scalding him after years.

Looking at Luo Fenghua, Nangong Xu and Nangong Liu.

Can be relatives and friends for a lifetime.

But Nangong Xu has long since disappeared in the world, and now standing here is Xu Shuanglin, a lunatic or a demon, Xu Shuanglin who crawled back from the depths of hell and demanded the lives of all the righteous and gentlemen in the world.

There is no more Nangong Xu.

He is just like his name, wandering and helpless, ups and downs in the boundless world.

The years have passed, and the rocks are also broken.

Not to mention this tiny catkin.

So many years have passed, the willows are old, the maple blossoms are withered, and the catkins are wandering around. What I see is not the flowers at the end of the world, but the blood all over the mountains and plains, and the overwhelming hatred.

But why, he still involuntarily handed over to Ye Wangxi what Luo Fenghua had taught him back then, and why he couldn't help feeling compassionate when he saw a real gentleman and kind person, so he couldn't be cruel again.

Why……

Why cry.

Xu Shuanglin knelt on the spirit summoning platform, and finally burst into sobs. Tears flowed down his ugly, distorted face. He stroked Luo Fenghua's spiritual nucleus, and finally cried hoarsely, choked, heart-piercing, as if every day The one-inch sound is dug out from the throat and blood.

"Master... Luo Fenghua..."

He has exhausted his tricks, he is full of madness and hatred, distortion and longing, and he spends his whole life doing it.

Is it just that ruined?

After he thought of Lingshan Lunjian, he was full of resentment, so that later his father passed on Nangongliu, he was unwilling and angrily seized the throne.

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He still remembered the old and pale face of his father's illness, staring at him in disbelief.

"This head is mine." He put his hand around his father's throat, closing it little by little. Let me accept it. You are old, but you can rest."

"Xu'er..."

He closed his eyes, and did not allow his father to continue speaking. The meridians in his hands were suddenly protruding, and he could only hear a chilling "click", which was the sound of a broken throat.

He took off the ring of Confucianism and stuck it to his lips.

His fingers were cold, but not as cold as his face.

"I just want justice. If you don't give it to me, I will take it myself. Father, under the nine springs, you don't have to hate me."

Turn around and go out.

The scene changes in the memory.

It was the first night after he usurped the throne and seized power. The servants were cleaning up the blood stains all over the ground after the war. His father was dead. Nangong Liu's family was also imprisoned in a water prison. All those who tried to resist him were suppressed. Everything was settled, and he didn't know what to do for a while.

He built a stove in the yard and cooked tea by himself.He was the only one in the courtyard, and he stroked the gleaming master ring on his thumb.

From then on, he was the lord of Confucianism.

Needless to say, those outsiders who plotted against him at the Lingshan Conference would chop up and kill them if they found an opportunity, but he didn't know how to deal with his eldest brother, let alone how to deal with Luo Fenghua.

As the dusk deepened, the golden crow sank westward.

Seeing that the sky was getting dark, Xu Shuanglin finally made up his mind to go to the prison to meet his detained brother and master.

He took a few entourages and walked halfway, when the last ray of sunlight was swallowed up by the night, he shivered, suddenly felt a little cold in his body, and his head was also a little dizzy.

"My lord, what's the matter?"

Waving away the servant who was about to help him, Xu Shuanglin said: "It's okay, I suddenly remembered that something was not handled properly, I'll go back to the main hall first, you don't have to follow."

Suppressing the increasingly obvious pain, he put on the hood of his cloak and strode towards the main hall of Confucianism Gate.In the end, he couldn't bear it any longer. No matter how much he could bear it, he couldn't stand it. He ran for a while, pushed the door open and went in, and then closed the palace door tightly.

"My lord?"

"You stand guard at the door, you are not allowed to come in, and you are not allowed to move rashly. If there is anything unusual, please report to me at any time."

After giving such instructions to the guards, Xu Shuanglin panted, staggered to the depths of the hall, and suddenly took off his hood. He looked down and found that his flesh and skin were all chapped, and his eyes were covered with hideous scars.

His first reaction was that his father cursed him.

Immediately, he thought it was impossible, the old man was already terminally ill, he didn't even have the strength to cast spells, how could he do such a thing without anyone noticing.

That is how the matter?

It was too painful, his muscles and bones were broken, and his flesh was hideous. He kept convulsing and shaking by the window, his knuckles were pale and twisted, and he lay on the ground with red marks.

It really hurts...

He didn't dare to shout, and he didn't dare to call the medical officer. The situation was not stable. As the leader of the rebel army, how could he show his weakness.

He kept panting and moaning in the hall, rolling all over the floor in pain, and convulsing.Kicking and kicking, under the excruciating pain, he inadvertently tore off a curtain and landed on him.

The moonlight outside the window was blocked.

He suddenly felt the pain relieved, he was sweating, and he huddled under the curtain and panted heavily. After a while, thinking that the pain was over, he pulled down the curtain again, sat up straight, and wanted to stand up.

Who knew that when the moonlight shone, the skin would be torn apart again, and the pain would go through the bones.

Only then did Xu Shuanglin suddenly realize that he might not be able to illuminate the moon.So he staggered up, struggled to close the window tightly, and hid in the darkest place in the hall, where he couldn't see his fingers.

His breathing gradually calmed down.

The pain disappeared, and the bloody flesh also healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Feeling strange, Xu Shuanglin put on a tight cloak, not showing any flesh, and rushed to the library. After searching for it in the middle of the night, he found a volume of past events in his grandfather's books——

It turned out that Nangong Changying, the first head of the Confucianism School, once fought against Gun. Although he finally defeated the evil beast and put him under the Golden Drum Pagoda, he was cursed by Gun.

That ancient evil beast belongs to Yin, and is closely related to the night and the moonlight. It cursed the successive heads of the Confucianism School that as long as it sees the moonlight, it will tear its flesh and blood, and the pain will be excruciating.

And every full moon night, the most cloudy, even if the moonlight is not shining, hiding in the darkest place, you will feel extremely tormented.

So for hundreds of years, this has always been the biggest secret of the Confucian School, and the heads of all generations have kept it secret, lest someone will take advantage of this opportunity to sneak in, even if it is their own son, they will not reveal the truth until the last moment.

What an irony.

He spent a lot of time, but what he got was a cursed position?

On the second day, Xu Shuanglin came to the water prison.

Nangong Liu and his wife Rong Yan were both locked in there, and Luo Fenghua was detained in another dark room.

He didn't go to see Luo Fenghua, but first came to his brother's prison.

"Axu! Axu! What are you going to do? What are you going to do..." Seeing him, Nangong Liu was extremely excited, but his hands and feet were sealed by the seal, and he couldn't move at all. Kneeling on the ground, weeping towards his younger brother, "Are you crazy? Are you going to do this for the sake of a master?"

After a night of torture, Xu Shuanglin's face was still weak, he sneered and said, "I'm just getting back what I deserve."

"..."

"You took away my sword skills and ruined my reputation. I'm only 20 years old, Nangong Liu." He paused, his eyes were cold, "I'm only 20 years old, and you let me see a lifetime of mediocrity."

He walked over slowly, his robes hemmed, then he lowered his face and stared at his elder brother's face.

"Nangong Liu, a waste like you has the ambition of power and wants to be famous, what about me?" He said slowly, "I am more diligent than you, more talented than you, I have surpassed everything You are the only one who can't compare to your tongue."

He pinched Nangong Liu's chin, and forcefully pried open his closed mouth with two fingers.

He stared at the sticky, slimy reddish thing inside.

"It's really a sharp weapon for killing people without blood. Cut it off."

Nangong Liu's eyes widened in horror, but because her mouth was stuck, she couldn't speak, so she could only whine, her saliva dripping down.

"Don't cut it?" Xu Shuanglin sneered, "It's okay if you don't cut your tongue. Seeing you and I are brothers, I will kill you quickly, and I will be merciful."

As soon as he let go, Nangong Liu burst into tears: "Don't kill me! Don't kill me! No, isn't it the matter of the Lingshan Conference? You, you take me out. I, in front of the whole world, I, I will give you justice!"

"It's late." Xu Shuanglin took out a snow-white handkerchief, wiped his hands, and glanced at him lightly, "Now what you say, people in the world will only reluctantly admit it because you are under pressure from me. Yes. The sewage you poured on me can never be washed away."

Before Nangong Liu could speak, she heard the sharp voice of a woman next to her.

"Nangong Xu! I know you were wronged first, but what are you doing now? You killed your father, took away the ring of the head of the sect, and now you want to kill your brother. You...how can you be so cruel?"

"Oh, Senior Sister Rong." Xu Shuanglin smiled slightly, "If you don't talk, I'll forget you're here."

Although Rong Yan was restrained by the spell, she was also kneeling, but her expression was stubborn, and although there were tears in her eyes, she was not weak: "I... I really misjudged you at the beginning."

"So what if you don't misunderstand me?" Xu Shuanglin smiled, "You were the one who gave me the sachet at the beginning, and you were the one who married Nangong Liu later. He Yanmian mentioned the old things to me? You don't want to tell me that you can't help yourself, he forced you, right? "

Rong Yan's face turned pale, as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she bit her lower lip and slowly closed her eyes.

Tears trickled down her cheeks.

The knife was already in his hand, glowing coldly.

"No...no...Ah Xu, you can say anything, I can talk to you about anything...don't kill me...please, don't kill me..."

"Did you mistake your position?" Xu Shuanglin wiped the blade, with that evil smile still on the corner of his mouth, "Nangong Liu, now I am the head, and you are a prisoner. You have nothing in your hands, and you still want to follow me?" Negotiating terms? What are you using as a bargaining chip, your dog's life?"

"I can be a cow or a horse for you! Yes... I can make a straw ring, I, I am willing to do anything! As long as you want, Senior Sister Rong can also give it back to you!"

Rong Yan opened her eyes suddenly, turned her head suddenly, extremely angry: "Nangong Liu!"

Nangong Liu was so frightened that he was so frightened that he ignored his wife and sobbed to his younger brother, "As long as you let me go... Please let me go..."

"Come on." Xu Shuanglin lazily patted his face with the handle of the knife, "Do you think I will touch the orange you licked again?"

"Then I'm okay—I'm okay—" Nangong Liu searched his stomach, but couldn't think of anything, only tears and snot kept flowing, and finally he burst into tears, "Axu, we once said, There are pastries to eat together, and roofs to climb together... We practiced together, celebrated the Lantern Festival with Master, and learned to play the piano. Have you forgotten those days?"

Xu Shuanglin's face darkened slightly, but in the end he just sneered and didn't answer. The knife was raised, and after a while, he swung it down.

"what!!"

"Wait a moment!!"

The cold blade was hanging close to Nangong Liu's neck. In fact, Xu Shuanglin wasn't sure if he could swing his knife a few inches forward even without these two shouts.

But the expression on his face remained unchanged, and he still said lightly: "What's the matter? You two have so many last words."