The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

If it was him, what should he do?

Rebirth.

would want to bring that person back to life.

Mo Ran looked at Xu Shuanglin who was curled up on the ground, and said in a low voice: "You never expected that Nangong Liu would be so vicious that he would kill Luo Fenghua directly. In desperation, you simply followed the plan and said that the curse on the ring was left by Luo Fenghua , instigated Nangong Liu to throw Luo Fenghua's body into the pool of blood and take him to the eighteenth floor of hell in accordance with the rules of Confucianism."

"Crazy?" Xue Meng on the side was stunned, "Since Luo Fenghua is going to be resurrected, he must cherish this person. Then why push him to the eighteenth floor of hell?"

"Because once the soul enters purgatory, it cannot be reborn." Mo Ran looked at him with pity in his eyes, "In this way, Luo Fenghua will not be reincarnated immediately. You can study the method of rebirth and let Luo Fenghua come back. Then, build an ideal road. Bang, a fair and just place where you are gods."

Xu Shuanglin: "..."

There was a little silence, and the man whose face was mostly festered suddenly smiled. He stared at Mo Ran's face: "Master Mo, I didn't realize until today that you are actually a lunatic."

He paused, and said in a very soft voice, "Because only a madman can understand me."

After finishing speaking, he laughed heartily.

That laughter is like a vulture with bald wings, although it is getting old, but it is still ferocious and persistent on the cliff, and it will not show any weakness until it dies.

Mo Ran closed his eyes, and said softly to him: "Nangong Xu, listen, there are still people in this world who know the art of rebirth. If you want, I will do my best to beg Wusai Temple's embrace." Master sin, and your master's life."

"..."

He spread his palm and handed back the broken spiritual core to Xu Shuanglin: "But please, tell me..."

It was as if he was trying to catch the last floating weed to save his life.

He frowned, and there was a trace of helplessness in his eyes where no one could see.

"Please tell me, who is the person who has been helping you behind the scenes." Mo Ran said, "Who told you such a wicked rebirth technique? Who taught you Zhenlong chess game?"

Memories coincide with past lives.

In the billowing smoke of the Confucian School, Xu Shuanglin stood in front of Ye Wangxi and died under the knife.

That being the case, Xu Shuanglin in his previous life must have never had a specific plan before he died.But in this life, everything is different. Xu Shuanglin laid out a mystery in Jin Chengchi early on, and designed the surprise change in the peach blossom garden and the colorful butterfly town to crack the sky. Shenwu finally pulled Luo Fenghua out of purgatory.

Such a method of rebirth must not have come up with by himself.

"You want to know?" Xu Shuanglin's eyes were full of malice, "I was taught this skill, but I don't want to tell you."

"Would you rather be one of his pawns until you die?"

"Chess piece?" Xu Shuanglin smiled, "You think too much, he understands me, he can understand my mind, he is the same person as me. Master Mo, give up, I will never tell you about him Whose is it. You spent a lot of time running up to Jiaoshan, and you drove me to a dead end with all your heart, but so what."

"..."

"In the end, the world will still be in chaos, with gunpowder everywhere, and wars and disputes. He will still raze the upper and lower cultivation worlds to the ground and turn them into scorched earth. Then, the good will be rewarded, the wicked will be rewarded, the capable will be high, and the mediocre will be slaves." .” The smile in Xu Shuanglin’s eyes became brighter and brighter, “It’s really...the perfect scene.”

Xue Mengwen was furious: "What good people get rewarded and evil people get rewarded! What kind of people are high and mediocre are slaves! Others are good or evil, whether they are capable or mediocre, it's up to you to make a decision? You make it a pawn outside Those people...and Nangong Changying...and...and..."

He secretly glanced at Chu Wanning's face, and couldn't help but lower his voice: "There is also Nangong Si." Xue Meng seemed very upset and wronged: "Are they willing to manipulate for you? Are they supposed to die?"

"Sacrifice is always necessary." Xu Shuanglin gave him a light look, "Mr. Xue, you are still too young after all."

There was a kind of sleepiness in his expression, and it seemed that he was not very willing to talk more with Xue Meng's fierce temper, and he turned his head to Mo Ran again.

"If you fall into your hands, you can kill or cut whatever you want." He even said in an understatement tone, "I still have a Lingchi fruit in my Qiankun bag, if you feel uneasy, it doesn't matter if you feed it to me. "

He said, sneering coldly: "Anyway, when I was 20 years old, I was already beaten by you famous righteous men, so it's time to do it again."

Huang Xiaoyue said: "Who Ling Chi surpassed you? It's shameless to open your mouth and talk nonsense!"

But Mo Ran knew what Xu Shuanglin meant.

At the age of 20, Ling Chi was not in the body, but in the soul.

Nangong Xu also devoted herself to practicing martial arts, had a kind heart, and listened to her master's instructions to be a gentleman for a lifetime and to punish evil with the sword.

But that Spirit Mountain Conference cut him to pieces.

Mo Ran closed his eyes and saw that Xu Shuanglin was miserable, and he couldn't live for too long.Perhaps it was because he was so similar to his previous life, even if he had grudges, at this moment, he couldn't bear it, he said: "...Luo Fenghua's soul core is still there, why don't you use the rebirth spell?" If you perform it again, you may be able to see him again."

"Do it again?" Xu Shuanglin smiled, he looked at the spiritual core in his hand with interest, and at his flesh that was rapidly festering due to the lack of spiritual power, he lazily said, "I'm about to die. If I die, there will be no fairness in the world, so what's the use of him coming back? Isn't he suffering, being bullied by you big sects."

As he said that, his eyes suddenly darkened, and he actually crushed the soul core with his own hands, the fragments pierced into his palm, and his hands were covered with blood.

Ink burning: "!"

Xue Meng: "Are you crazy?!"

Everyone was also at a loss, some were stunned, some looked ashen, and some had alert eyes, all staring at the man on the ground who was neither human nor ghost.

Xu Shuanglin didn't pay attention to anyone, he looked at the last trace of Luo Fenghua in this world, watched it completely disappear, finally laughed and cried, his face was full of blood and tears, he laughed horribly and insanely.

From now on, no one will be able to see anyone, and no one will be able to hate anyone. They will all be turned into dust and ashes. Great, great.

He got up slowly, staggered forward under the stares of the crowd, and walked to the front of the Divine Martial Formation, where there was a weapon, which was the harp.

He sat down and plucked the strings a few times with his scorched and rotten fingers.

Zhenlong chess game's backlash became more and more serious, his seven orifices began to bleed, his fingers began to burn, and eventually his whole body was engulfed by the fire, but he still played in the firelight.

His expression seemed to be a little relieved and a little relaxed, but the relief and relaxation were soon no longer visible, his flesh was shrinking rapidly, curled up, and shriveled.

The fire bullies the sky.

Xu Shuanglin's sloppy voice came out from the fire, the voice was calm and calm, still unruly, as if no amount of pain could affect him, no death could threaten him.

"The years of the weak crown are the best, light hoofs and fast horses, and you can see all the flowers in the world..."

Many elderly people in the crowd suddenly thought of the young man at the Lingshan Conference in this lazy and unrestrained tune.

The crane is in Tsing Yi, with a straight face.

The young man walked out of the dark corridor, out of the wasteland of memory, and he stepped into the arena with confidence, carrying his experienced sword, his hands full of calluses from hard swordsmanship.

He is so young, so handsome, so majestic, even a little arrogant.He glanced at the venerable masters of the top ten sects and the spectators, and suddenly he grinned, the smile was extremely clean.The young man in his early twenties stopped, with a straight waist, facing the sunny stadium and the bright future in his eyes, he cupped his fists and said:

"Confucianism, Nangong Xu. Today is the first battle, and I invite all seniors to give me your advice."

Live up to the end, young swimmer.

After a long time, the flames were extinguished, and only the five masterless martial arts were left on the soul-calling platform, and there was one rebirth formation that had not completely disappeared, circling and twisting in the air.

Neither Luo Fenghua nor Xu Shuanglin are here anymore.

Xue Zhengyi was a little unbelievable, opened his eyes blankly, and murmured: "Is this... all over?"

"Amitabha, karma and reincarnation are all retribution." Master Xuanjing of Wubei Temple closed his eyes and folded his palms together, and heaved a long sigh, "I hope that all the hatred in the world will return to dust."

Xue Meng stared at him, this old bald donkey didn't do much on the way, but he was quite good at postmortem.

"What should we do next?" He turned his head and asked his father, "Did he just go down the mountain like that? But he still has a colleague, and we don't know who that person is."

While talking, Jiang Xi suddenly shouted: "Be careful! Back off!"

Everyone suddenly followed his gaze, only to see that when the rebirth formation in mid-air shrank to half the size of a palm, it froze for a moment, and then spread again at an astonishing speed, as if a sore had opened in the sky, Wisps of distorted black air gushed out from inside.

Xue Meng said in shock: "What's going on? Xu Shuanglin is dead, shouldn't this rebirth array disappear together?!"

Jiang Xi squeezed her fingers, stared at the eyes for a moment, and cursed in a low voice: "No, no! This is not a corpse demon! It is not rebirth either! Whether it is us or Xu Shuanglin, I am afraid we are all deceived!"

"What?" Xue Meng was taken aback, "It's not a corpse demon, nor is it reborn? What would it be!"

Jiang Xi was annoyed: "It doesn't matter what it is, the most urgent thing is not to make this formation fully formed."

Apart from him, several other masters also reacted quickly. Among the flashes, Chu Wanning, who doesn't like nonsense the most, has already pulled out Tianwen and hit the center of the enchantment!Unexpectedly, although he took the lead, someone followed closely behind. Suddenly, a dark blue shadow appeared in the crowd, like a cheetah slaughtering, with a cold dagger flashing in his sleeve, and he stabbed at Chu Wanning's back suddenly. Seems to stop him from moving.

"Master!"

"Master——!"

The two exclamations were Xue Meng and Shi Mo, but they were far away, and it was too late to help.

snorted.

It was the sound of the blade sinking into the flesh and blood, Xue Meng closed his eyes suddenly, and when he opened it again, his face was pale, and he looked in that direction with a pale face.

He was stunned.

The author has something to say: Regarding the question that some people don't understand the difference between Luo Fenghua and Ye Wangxi:

Ye Wangxi's image in front of everyone is different from her image in front of Nangong Si and Xu Shuanglin. This is also an explanation for why some people thought Ye Wangxi became soft. She naturally has her in front of people she likes and is close to. On the girly side, she is not a regular masked person labeled a gentleman.

Besides, Luo Fenghua, Luo Fenghua in the mouths of all outsiders is respectful and polite, and has a certain amount of advance and retreat, but the Luo Fenghua he sees now will be shy and awkward, hesitant and hesitant, and the same soft look, why? One is because of age.The age group of Luo Fenghua in the memories I showed everyone was when he was younger, but the monks in the text think they are similar, that is because the monks knew him, and it was after he experienced two sect mutinies that he finally became a Confucianist sect That mature age of the Lord.If Luo Fenghua, who was young at the beginning, has the demeanor of being the head of the sect later, and he is a person who has never seen the world and comes from a poor background, then I think it is completely illogical... The second reason is that Luo Fenghua in the memory is from Looking at it from Xu Shuanglin's point of view, Luo Fenghua, like Ye Wangxi, has a relatively relaxed attitude towards the closest people around him, who can cry, laugh and be soft.Of course, it is impossible for him to keep his round eyes open when the head of the sect appeared in front of everyone, with a dazed and good-natured look. If he treats visitors from all over the world like an apprentice, he is waiting for the Confucianism sect to be slaughtered...

Therefore, before Xu Shuanglin left, Luo Fenghua was the soft master.

After Xu Shuanglin left, Luo Fenghua was the head of the gentlemanly style that everyone said.

Just like in this life before Xu Shuanglin's mutiny, Ye Wangxi was the wind of a gentleman in the eyes of everyone.

Later, Xu Shuanglin showed his true colors, the Confucian school was destroyed, Nan Gongsi was lonely and helpless, and Ye Wangxi became a soft woman who was willing to help him.

He changed from gentle to resolute, and she changed from resolute to gentle. The lives of the two of them were just reversed.Because they are supporting roles, I will not write about each stage of them in detail, let alone describe them in the eyes of each group. Many such supporting roles are left blank for everyone to understand, and I am just choosing some that I think are useful. Necessary to explain the plot, explain my own thoughts, pick your feet and pick your feet