The Villain is Outrageously Beautiful

With a sword piercing the heart, the life of the nine lamps, which was as tense as the strings of a piano, finally snapped apart with a bang.

He lay down on the ground, his fingers and palms curled up, as if he was about to grasp something, and at the same time he called softly: "...Senior Brother, Senior Brother."

Xu Xingzhi didn't want to listen to the man's words before he died. He leaned over to pick up his weapon, but his hands shook and his eyes dazzled. Shut the nine lamps in the heavy palace door.

... This is the second time in Xu Xingzhi's memory that Qingzhudian has seen blood, once from his master who raised him, and once from his younger brother who was raised by him.

Both of these two were buried in their own hands, and probably only the word "injustice" can explain it.

Xu Xingzhi sat down along the edge of the door.

Just now that sword opened the dust of his memory, he looked around blankly, looked in the direction of the school field from a distance, remembered the high platform over there, he once supported Jiuzhideng's thin waist, held his right hand, and jumped up and down. Yue, to teach him how to wield a sword, two bird-like robes fluttered and entangled together, as if a concentric knot had been formed by the wind.

Xu Xingzhi thought vaguely, is it still the same hand that holds the sword with the Nine Branch Lamps back then?

Soon, he heard the rustling sound of clothes being dragged from the hall behind him, and the reverberation of the friction between flesh and bricks made Xu Xingzhi grit his teeth sadly, turned his head away, and swallowed all his emotions middle.

The person inside the door held on to the breath of vitality, and crawled to the door with hands and feet, but he couldn't push the door open anymore.

He knocked on the door twice before he straightened up by climbing the protrusion of the door bolt, supported his tattered body with half of his shoulders swayingly, and rested his head on the sandalwood door.

The two of them were separated by a thick wooden door, and the starlight that came from eternity fell and was projected into the room, forming a sharp double shadow of yin and yang inside and outside the hall.

Xu Xingzhi raised his heart.

Over there, he only needs to call out "Brother", and half of Xu Xingzhi's heart can be plucked out, but Jiuzhideng never calls him that again, but hums like a mosquito with a hoarse voice: "...Brother."

Xu Xingzhi's heart was trembling with cold, and he touched his back with his backhand. There was originally a snake mark that made him suffer so much. You can touch the thin serpentine lines between the scars.

He asked himself, do you regret it?

Do you regret blocking the snake mark for him? Do you regret not killing him when his demon blood awakened?

Xu Xingzhi opened his mouth, and turned the question in his heart to the people inside the door: "...Nine Branch Lamps, let me ask you, have you ever regretted it?"

Hearing this question, Jiuzhideng's clear eyes flashed a thin light.

...Everything in the world has its destiny, and the spirit of the four sects is getting weaker. If he replaces it, he will be able to survive the turmoil of the demonic way, push the demonic way into the right track, cleanse his identity, and stop the four sects What's wrong with chasing and killing senior brothers?

Even today, he still does this kind of thing.

He said: "... I have never regretted counterattacking the four gates."

Xu Xingzhi's throat was hot, and before he could swallow the sourness that came up, the voice of Jiuzhideng came from behind him again: "The only thing I regret is, why... I have to waste so much time in vain, why do I have to take my sincerity?" To guess the truth..."

Jiuzhideng pressed his chest that was radiating cold air, tilted his head and smiled.

Brother, this heart is riddled with holes and sores, but it really liked you.

Xu Xingzhi tilted his head back, tears slid down the corners of his eyes, scalding like blood.

The energy of the nine lamps was exhausted one by one, and gradually he could not see anything. He stretched out his hand to grope in the darkness, and his neatly manicured nails scratched the ground, making fine noises.

He began to babble, and he couldn't hear what he was saying.

He only knew that he missed the waking corpse Wen Xuechen very much, the waking corpse who knew all his despicable stories and became his friend after death.

He felt that Sun Yuanzhou was also very good, but he only really got to know him in the last month of his life, which was really too late.

Nine Zhideng mumbled, "Wen Xuechen, I left tea for him..."

He cooked tea for a month, but it was a pity that he couldn't wait until he came back from the wilderness and see him for the last time.

After he uttered the word "Wen Xuechen", the door of the temple suddenly opened from the outside, and he was hit hard on the chest, knocking him to the ground, and slipped a few feet away.

The name was read from Jiuzhideng's mouth, which made Xu Xingzhi feel infinite anger, and he just wanted to beat him up.

And he did.

Xu Xingzhi hooked Jiuzhideng's collar with his wooden hand, suddenly picked him up from the ground, swung his left hand round, and slapped Jiuzhideng on the face with a strong wind.

Immediately afterwards, he pressed the nine lamps to the ground, and beat him several times thoughtlessly, each time hitting the most vulnerable part of his head, wishing to beat him to death.

However, Xu Xingzhi's fist couldn't fall down after hitting.

The pale pink blood that was almost dried up was stained in the cleft of his fist, which belonged to Jiuzhideng.

...It was from the child he brought up and cherished like a treasure in his palm.

Xu Xingzhi's throat tightened up and down, he gasped for a few breaths, leaned over and clenched his fists, and put his fists against the side of Jiuzhideng's head, his voice trembling beyond human shape: "Jiuzhideng, you fucking bastard..."

Jiuzhideng lay obediently on the ground, a body that was drained of blood as light as a feather. Hearing Xu Xingzhi's accusation, he frowned sadly: "...Brother, I'm sorry."

……"Feel sorry".

The 13 years of Zhongguang, Beinan, Quchi, and Ruzhou, the lives of [-] disciples in Qingliang Valley, and the many righteous disciples who were displaced, in the eyes of Jiuzhideng, are all not worth a "sorry", just a sentence "No regrets".

What virtue and ability do I have to bear this person's apology?

Xu Xingzhi felt a deep sense of powerlessness in his heart.

After the weakness passed, Xu Xingzhi's tense limbs gradually relaxed, resisting the soreness in his mouth, he reached out and hugged Jiuzhideng's head, dangling back and forth, his posture seemed to be coaxing a baby.

He knew that the nine-branch lamp was really dead.

Xu Xingzhi really hated him, and really loved him.It's the same person who hurts and hates, and he can't deny this.

Killed and killed, hit and hit, he has no strength to hate any more, but a heart that grows with traces of tenderness in the exhaustion.

Lying in Xu Xingzhi's arms, Jiuzhideng has lost all consciousness.

In his opinion, he was already floating in a comfortable and soft dream.

His cold and blue fingers grabbed the skirt of his clothes, tilted his head in Xu Xingzhi's arms, opened his eyes half-open, and asked, "Senior brother, if I hadn't been born in the devil's way, what would I look like?"

Xu Xingzhi said in his heart, if that were the case, you would be a perfect child.

But he didn't speak, just hugged him quietly.

Jiuzhideng was in a daze, thinking that Xu Xingzhi was still outside the door, so he turned his face to the wooden door of the palace door that was half hidden, and spoke there, asking in a childish tone of seeking knowledge: "...Brother, World Book... Is the world book really something? It can come true, can reflect people's hearts, and can change history..."

This is a question he has never understood.

He wanted to make it clear before he died.

After a long silence, Xu Xingzhi gave a low "hmm" before answering.

Jiuzhideng's eyes lighted up slightly, and he struggled for a while, trying to open his eyes wide against his red and white face from the beating: "Then...can you bother senior brother to rewrite a good start for me?"

Xu Xingzhi's left hand resting on Jiuzhideng's shoulder slowly tightened.

Jiuzhideng read softly: "... Xiaodeng is not greedy, just wants an ordinary fireworks family. When he was thirteen or fourteen years old, he lost his temper with his family, ran away from home, had no money to eat, and was picked up by his senior brother. In the mausoleum... in that case, nothing will happen, right?"

Listening to his hopeful and childish conception, Xu Xingzhi let out a shallow sob in his throat.

But he successfully turned the crying into a cough, coughed while holding his head tightly, and said, "Okay. I'll write for you. Senior brother... I'll write for you."

Jiuzhideng's ears could no longer gather the sound well, only felt that the promise floated into his ears from all directions, and echoed again and again, and unknowingly stretched out a hand towards the door happily, as if his dirty history had already passed away. As if it was written off with a huge pen like a rafter: "Then...the nine clean lamps are waiting for senior brother to pick them up at that time. Senior brother, you must come."

With his last breath, he exhaled slowly along with the words "Come on".

Xu Xingzhi's ink-like eyes met those red eyes, and the latter's expression gradually disappeared.

...He was deceived by Xu Xingzhi and went to the feast of death with false hopes.

But in fact, Jiuzhideng didn't know that he died in Xu Xingzhi's arms until his death.

Xu Xingzhi hugged his gradually cold body, thought a lot, but didn't seem to think about anything.

He straightened the messy front for Jiuzhideng, touched his chest where he had stabbed a hole, the wound was turned out, bluish white and slightly swollen, Xu Xingzhi felt that there was still a little heat there, so he covered it with the palm of his hand up.

Soon, that little bit of heat also dissipated invisibly.

... dead, really dead.

Xu Xingzhi placed Jiuzhideng's body on the ground, looked at his half-opened and half-closed eyes, and said to himself: "Jiuzhideng, listen well, I left the Qingzhu Temple today, and I, Xu Xingzhi, will not be here in this life. I will shed another tear for you."

After saying this, Xu Xingzhi covered his face, shrugged his shoulders, and sobbed loudly.

In the distance, firecrackers and the sound of the evening bell were sent together. Amid the crackling sound, the heavy gate of the Green Bamboo Hall was opened again.

Xu Xingzhi walked out from the hall, with a bamboo fracture fan on his waist, and a portable sword with nine lamps in his left hand, and walked out without looking back.

As he said, his eyes were dry and he never shed a tear.

He walked under the infinite starry sky, as if he had returned to the year when Jiuzhideng first entered the mountain, and when he watched the stars for the first time, the weather was also clear and clear, the mountains and rivers were picturesque, and the sky was full of stars.

But Xu Xingzhi knows what year it is.

The 16th year of the Tianding has passed, and the first day of the 17th year of the Tianding has come safely.

The giant rafter of history has never been held in the hands of any one person. It pushes forward slowly, regardless of the ancients or those who come. It only writes a golden dawn in the sky with a swipe of the pen.

... Although the beauty is easy to change, but fortunately, the hot blood is hard to cool.

Fengling Mountain changed its course overnight, and the disciples who entered and exited changed a group of faces. Looking at the old appearance 13 years ago today, it has become a new one.

On a hill adjacent to Fengling Mountain, Thirty-four was sitting on a tree, looking at those busy disciples from a distance, he knew in his heart that the Taoist sect had changed the world again invisibly.

He casually picked a wild jujube that was covered in icicles, and just after taking half a mouthful, his eyebrows twitched with sourness, and he almost felt sick and spit out the fruit.

Fortunately, he quickly controlled his facial expression, licked the sour juice on his teeth, hid the half-bitten fruit in the palm of his hand, pretended to have finished eating, picked another fruit, and threw it to another dwarf tree. Xu Pingsheng sitting on the tree: "Take it."

Xu Pingsheng took it and took a big bite.

Although he didn't feel the pain, his tongue still worked. After taking this mouthful, his tears were about to flow down his cheeks. He breathed in hissingly, as if he had swallowed a big mouthful of pepper.

Thirty-four looked at Xu Pingsheng, who was so sore and teary, and was so happy that he slapped his thigh.

Xu Pingsheng rolled his eyes at him, with two streams of tears streaming down his face, he bent his body to pick the jujubes with ice on the tips.

Thirty-four called him rather puzzled: "Hey, are you still addicted to food?"

Xu Pingsheng picked about twenty of them in one go, and said, "He likes to eat this. Keep it for him."

After being reminded by Xu Pingsheng, Thirty-four realized that Xu Xingzhi had a tricky tongue and was fond of eating sour.

He scratched his hair and asked Xu Pingsheng: "Hey, do you know who the one with the fan who went with us to Qiemo Mountain to pick up people that day?"

Xu Pingsheng lowered his head and rummaged through the dates, wiped off the frost on them, and picked out the scarred ones and threw them away: "...he looks like a person who walks."

Thirty-four told him, "He is Xu Xingzhi."

However, waking corpses all have a set of stubborn and methodical concepts, and so does Xu Pingsheng.

"He's not. It's only so small." He gestured to his knee.

"...That man is so tall." He compared himself three inches above his head, and then looked at Thirty-four with the eyes of a fool.

Thirty-four twitched his eyebrows in distress, but still felt troublesome after thinking about it, so he simply waved his hand: "Forget it, let Xingzhi teach you slowly when I get back."

He jumped off the branch, "Let's go."

Xu Pingsheng sat at the top of the tree and asked him, "Where are you going?"

Thirty-four said, "I'll take you home."

Xu Pingsheng was very surprised: "Didn't you just come out of Mount Qiemo?"

Thirty-four pointed to the direction of Fengling Mountain where the disciples filed in and out: "No, it's there."

Xu Pingsheng tilted his head: "Where is that?"

Thirty-four flicked his tongue: "Tsk. Don't play dumb. When you were crazy before, didn't you always clamor to come back? That is your home. Besides, after all these years, those Fengling disciples Didn’t they accept you long ago. They have all returned to Fengling, why don’t you hurry back with them?”

"...moved?" Xu Pingsheng thought for a long time, and gave a conjecture ignorantly.

After thinking about it, Thirty-four couldn't make sense of this statement, so he followed his words: "That's right, we moved."

Xu Pingsheng held on to the branch, looked down at Thirty-four, the rough stitch marks around his neck looked very ugly: "My bedding..."

Thirty-four felt tired talking to Xu Pingsheng with his neck up, so he held the back of his neck and said, "When you arrive at your new home, they will replace it with a new one for you, so don't worry about your torn cotton wadding... ouch. Can you move your butt and come down quickly? My neck is sore."

Xu Pingsheng is naturally three points more delicate than others, and he sensitively noticed that Chapter [-] didn't seem to mention himself at all: "...What about you?"

Thirty-four was puzzled: "What am I?"

Xu Pingsheng asked: "Are you moving too?"

Thirty-four touched the back of his head, and laughed heartlessly: "I'm not from the fourth door, so what's the matter if I move in?"

Xu Pingsheng was startled when he heard the words, and unconsciously grabbed the branch full of jujube thorns, and blood came out of the palm of his hand.

Thirty-four didn't notice the bright red dripping from Xu Pingsheng's palm, and said: "Besides, from now on, I'm afraid there will be more people who want to compare swords with me. You have a home to go back to, so there's no need to follow me." Running around here and there, do you think it makes sense?"

Xu Pingsheng asked the bottom line: "Why, there are more people looking for you to compare swords with?"

Thirty-four asked with a relaxed smile, "...do you know what a traitor is?"

If the Demonic Dao is defeated, it will not give up easily. There are many fierce and vengeful people in the Dao. Mo Shan, but who occupied Qie Mo Mountain to practice in these years, and who sheltered and sheltered the remnants of this sect, it is almost clear at a glance.

As a sinner of the evil way, after he fulfilled his promise with fellow Taoists, it was time to exile himself. There was no need to bring Xu Pingsheng to suffer the crime together.

Seeing that Xu Pingsheng was still puzzled, Thirty-four waved his hand and showed a nonchalant smile: "Forget it, you don't understand after talking about it. Come down, and I'll take you back."

Xu Pingsheng was like an old raven sitting on the ground, squatting on a tree, with one black eye and the other blue eye, silently watching him, not moving without making a sound.

Thirty-four kicked the tree quite inexplicably: "Hey, come down...don't force me to go up and kick you down."

Xu Pingsheng still didn't move, it's like a dead pig is not afraid of boiling water.

Seeing that coercion failed, Thirty-four licked his lips and changed to lure: "Do you know? It's... no, the person who looks a lot like your brother, and your senior sister Yuan are all in Fengling Mountain. Are you willing?" not going?"

Hearing the news that these two people were there, Xu Pingsheng finally moved his butt, but his eyes were still full of suspicion: "...lie to me."

Encountering such disobedient wake-up corpses, Thirty-four was almost the same size as the first two, patiently coaxing: "I'm not lying to you, really. I'll take you to see it. Come on, come down."

After finishing speaking, he stretched out his hand to Xu Pingsheng, beckoning him affectionately.

Thirty-four thought that since he had never had a father since he was a child, his treatment for his own father was nothing more than that.

Xu Pingsheng finally loosened up a bit, twisted his body and let his feet hang down along the frosty branches.

But when he noticed the light in Sansi's eyes, he immediately sensed that something was wrong, and just as he was about to withdraw his foot, his ankle was grabbed by Sansi: "Come down!"

Xu Pingsheng rolled down from the branch like a big bird hit by a slingshot, and landed in Sansi's arms.

Xu Ping was so angry that he started to beat him indiscriminately. Thirty-four wrapped his arms around his waist and locked his beating hands tightly with the other.

Xu Pingsheng was locked up by him, so he stared at him with his eyes, but there was a hint of panic about the future in his anger, and he pulled his front skirt that was cut by jujube branches, trying to make Thirty-four pairs of him feel embarrassed. Blame it: "The clothes are torn."

Thirty-four clamped Xu Pingsheng's waist like a roll of mat, and walked down the mountain with long legs: "I'll sew it for you."

"You sew so ugly."

To Xu Ping's surprise, Thirty-four didn't reply. When he walked straight down the mountain path, he promised, "Go back to Fengling first. When I get to Fengling, I'll sew your clothes on."

...and this is the last time.

The author has something to say: an objective statement of Jiuzhideng's life.

The blood of the demonic way had not been awakened when he was young, so he was not treated by the demonic way, and was thrown into the four gates as a proton.

Among the four sects, he inherited the kindness of the teacher and was protected by Xu Xingzhi, but the four sects did not accept him and regarded him as a different kind. (See when he was humiliated by Cheng Ding during the Tianbang comparison, and no one stood up for him except his brother)

Later, due to a mistake, the blood of the demonic way was awakened, and he was involved in the battle of the demonic way, and was taken away from Fengling by a force that threatened his mother's life.

In order to stand side by side with Xu Xingzhi, he stood out in the strife and became the master of the demonic way. During this period, he was gradually infected by paranoia.

Wen Xuechen got married, and when he learned about his senior brother and Meng Chongguang, he was in pain and lost his mind. When he was drunk, he accidentally revealed his senior brother's secret to the ambitious Liu Yunhe.

In the next period of time, he was in a difficult situation, and the evil way was in chaos everywhere, urging him to counterattack the righteous way and prove his loyalty.He pressed down one by one, not wanting to cause trouble.

Liu Yunhe's plan succeeded, Xu Xingzhi was framed, and Lord Qingjing died. He fell into a frenzy of self-blame, but under the inspiration of Liu Yunhe, his ambition to dominate was activated.

Both the master and the senior brother were gone, and he had delivered many name cards, but nothing came of it.

It was impossible for him to return to the Four Gates, so he changed his mind to plot for himself, for the Demon Dao, and for the senior brother who was hunted down by the Four Gates.

He slaughtered Qingliang Valley, unintentionally causing Wen Xuechen's death.

Afterwards, he robbed his corpse, refined it into a wake-up corpse, and kept it by his side as a companion.

He threw a group of rebel disciples including the Zhou brothers and sisters into the wilderness, which indirectly caused Qu Chi to be beaten, and directly contributed to the madness of Lord Guangfu.

He has ruled the world for thirteen years, the world is peaceful, and the wings of the blood sect, which is extremely harmful, have been cut off. He tried his best to maintain the orthodox position of the Demon Dao, and wanted the Demon Dao to do things that benefit the common people, but he was jealous of the Demon Dao. He worked hard for more than ten years, like walking on thin ice.

Thirteen years later, Xu Xingzhi in the illusion was thrown into the wild by Wen Xuechen, and when he met Meng Chongguang again, he knew that the situation was over, and he chose to die under Xu Xingzhi's sword in extreme exhaustion.

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This is Jiuzhideng's life, whether it's disgusting, hateful or pitiful, he has already enjoyed and created enough of the blessings and evils of this life.

May he rest in peace.