I bent the devil

The carriage has already arrived outside the city gate.

The carriage has just entered town.

The carriage drove to the south gate.

There are two more streets for carriages.

Mrs. Song stood by Song Yi's side, narrowing her eyes slightly, listening to the news that the nurse kept rushing back to report to Song Yi about where the carriage had gone.There was an indescribable sarcasm in Song Zhishang's eyes, which were exactly the same.

When it was discarded back then, it was like chaff, but now it licks its face and begs for it back.

Not to mention that this eldest son is about to be crowned weak, even if he is still a child of seven or eight years old, he has been left aside for so many years without paying attention to life and death, don't he have any resentment in his heart?

Her husband really thought that as long as he showed apology, the whole world would forgive him.

... is extremely ridiculous.

But the most ridiculous thing is that she, Nangong Ling, has been very considerate of his behavior for a long time.He keeps telling himself that he is also very distressed, he has already tried his best to accept her, so wait a minute?Just wait a little longer.

However, the age will tell you that some people have things, and there is really no need to wait.

It's just... After Nangong Ling heard the sound of the wheels rolling and the horse's hooves kicking him, she slowly raised her head, and at a glance saw her own child who was riding up beside the carriage.

Those glazed eyes were finally filled with sunlight.

It's just... She understood these truths too late.

As a human being, one should live for oneself.

Care about understanding others?That's because I'm not strong enough, so I need to be weak and compromise.Therefore, she can't let her past unfortunate experience repeat the same mistakes on her own children.

He will get the best in the world, and what he wants most.

Nangong Ling looked at the young man on horseback, and smiled slightly, quite charming.

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"My lord, we're here."

As Uncle Zhao rushed towards the carriage with a particularly heartless smile and said loudly, everyone's eyes were focused on this not-so-gorgeous carriage.

Song Zhishang got off the horse with a cute smile, and jumped up the steps briskly in such an atmosphere with a bit of a youthful sense of sadness, standing beside his mother.He was completely unaware of the meaningful sight that slightly shifted his gaze due to his movement, and just stood obediently, waiting quietly with everyone for the 'return' of the eldest son of the Song family.

There was silence in the carriage.Most of the people around are martial arts practitioners, and those who can stand here are Song Yi's direct descendants or outstanding descendants of the Song family, so it is very clear that there are three people inside.

In one of them, the breathing was very slow and peaceful.

The curtain of the carriage was lifted, and Gu Jiu, who was red and green (...), came down first. After jumping off the carriage, he did not forget to turn his head and reach out to He Hua who was following him, ready to help her.

However, the little girl who was silently staring at her in the carriage and begging for attention and begging to pat her head to kill, now directly ignored his outstretched hand, lifted her skirt slightly, and dexterously jumped down.He didn't even look around, only looked at Song Zhishang on the steps and blinked twice.Like a little milk dog looking for his family, with Rumu.

Song Zhishang waved to Hehua with a smile, and Hehua walked over quickly with bright eyes, and stood quietly in a corner, lowering his head and closing his eyes, revealing his smooth forehead.The well-behaved and supple appearance looks very cute.

And the good-looking little girl is nothing in the eyes of these people who are used to seeing big wind and waves.So the lotus is like floating dust that has been ignored directly, and everyone's eyes are still focused on the last person in the carriage.

A slight flipping sound.

Let alone Gu Jiu who was standing beside the carriage, even if he was closer, he might not be able to hear the voice.However, this small, almost inaudible sound can be heard clearly in the ears of martial arts practitioners.

Immediately, a man who looked like an elder aged eight or ninety hummed slightly, and even stomped on his crutches.

It seemed to be just a small move, but it instantly made the people around feel a faint coercion and suffocation after being coerced.

The one with the deepest feeling is Gu Jiu who is the closest to the carriage.

There was obviously no wind, but following the old man's snort, there was an air current that Gu Jiu couldn't see coming.Gu Jiu even felt that if it was aimed at him, he might have been beaten down by this invisible force.

The snort came suddenly, Song Zhishang raised his eyes, and the first thing he paid attention to was Gu Jiu who was standing beside the carriage.But his figure still didn't move, standing obediently beside his mother, he just slowly turned his eyes to the elder of the Song family, lingering on that old face for a long time.

The third elder of the Song family supported Song Zhishang.

When Song Yi came to his senses, he lost half of his strength in one sleeve, but it was still a little late.The rest of the internal force went straight into the carriage!

Gu Jiu stood aside, watching this scene completely unable to move.

In his pupils, he could gradually see the slightly distorted airflow coming towards him, and when it was about to hit him standing beside the carriage——

——The sound of the book being gently closed.Immediately, there was a slight gust of wind blowing from nowhere, which dissipated the direct attacking internal force.

There is no trace of it for a while.

Those who were shocked were not only the members of the Song family, but also Song Zhishang, who knew Song Qingyi's details best.

When he left Qingyang, he knew very well that he and Song Qingyi were still on par with each other in terms of internal strength, but now it was only half a month of walking, and Song Qingyi, who spent most of the time reading in the carriage, how did he suddenly possess such internal strength? of? !

And Song Yi, as well as those who have been neutral and did not express their views, also had shock and surprise in their eyes.

According to the legend, the eldest son who doesn't know any martial arts at all has a unique skill!

It was at this moment that Song Qingyi slowly appeared in front of people.

First, the slender white fingers lifted the curtain, and then the smooth forehead.Slender distant mountain eyebrows.

He slowly raised his eyelids and looked at Song Yi. Those eyelashes that looked like black feathers were like a slowly opening screen, revealing the black jade-like eyes inside.

The old people of the Song family couldn't help but gasped when they saw Song Yi's original face.

Song Qingyi looks exactly like Song Yi when he was young.

Nangong Ling opened her eyes slightly, staring intently at Song Qingyi's appearance, her hands that were originally folded could not help exerting a little force now.

Before the thoughts in your heart are formed, quickly close your eyes and lower your eyes, watching your nose and nose and your heart.

Surrounded by martial arts masters, Song Yi was standing beside him.

As long as Nangong Ling has even the slightest thought of killing Song Qingyi at this moment, this group of extremely keen martial arts experts will notice.

The most important thing is that Song Qingyi, who originally thought he had no power to restrain a chicken, actually has a unique skill.Judging from the looks of others, he was even taller than his own child.

Nangong Ling gently stroked the dark lines on her cuffs, feeling the direction of the needle thread with her fingertips, as if she was using this method to sort out her own clues and re-plan the method.

look.

The recovered son of the Song family was even more difficult than she had imagined.

but it does not matter.

Nangong Ling raised her head again, and looked at Song Qingyi who looked calm.

Smile.

She will let him stay in Songjiabao.

……forever.

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"Third Uncle." Song Yi quietly squinted at Elder Song San who had just made a sudden attack. He has been in a high position for a long time without being angry and has his own majesty, "Your attack just now was too heavy."

If it wasn't for Song Qingyi not being as powerless as the outside world said, even if he had used up half of his internal energy, the rest would be enough for Song Qingyi to lie on the bed for a year or so.Whether there will be any variables during this period is another matter.

"Hmph!" Facing Song Yi's quiet gaze, the third elder did not stomp on his crutches as before. Although he still hummed as an elder, his voice was not as loud and coercive as before. "Please forgive me, the castle master. It was just an elder who didn't teach the younger generation a lesson. He forgot that he doesn't know martial arts, so he started a little harder."

He seemed to be apologetic, but both his tone and expression were extremely understated, and he didn't care about it at all.This behavior is even more hateful and tooth-gnashing than no apology.

No matter where Gu Jiu stood, he once again felt the sadness and anger of being a weak person, especially a weak person who is in the arena without knowing any martial arts.

I remember when I was watching TV before, I saw one of the protagonists in a certain martial arts drama. In order to avenge a certain young friend, they were going to beat up the person who bullied the friend, but they accidentally recognized the wrong person. And the wrong one, it makes people feel ridiculous and hilarious.

When you watch things like 'Oh my god, I killed the wrong one' and 'Emma, ​​I killed the wrong one again', you will only find it funny, and you will feel the expression of 'I'm so good, I'm so good' shown by the protagonist It's so cute, I like it so much, and other ideas, but there are never or very few people who think about whether the wrong person who was killed is very pitiful.

Once someone questions it, it will only attract indifferent 'it doesn't matter, we all know it's fake' or 'this is a TV series, do you want to be such a moral model? ' and the like are understatements.

But when the real one almost became the innocent being affected just now, Gu Jiu finally realized the kind of grief and anger that could not be vented.

He knew that he was not even as good as the other party's little finger, and that he would be regarded as a coward without heroism even if he knelt down to beg for mercy or cry, but no one ever felt that there was anything wrong with such behavior.

Gu stood on the side for a while, and he still hasn't completely recovered from the "Am I going to die again soon?" After recovering from such emotions, my hands were numb and weak, and I couldn't exert any strength.

He looked at the old man on the opposite side, looked at Song Yi, and then circled around. He could clearly feel that his heartbeat was calm, but he didn't know why he felt sore and wanted to cry.

No one present, aware of the behavior just now, would kill an innocent person next to the carriage.

Perhaps, only Song Qingyi noticed, but that was also based on their friendship.

Gu Jiu has always had a very strange feeling since he arrived here.

There was a sense of disobedience. At the beginning, he always thought it was because the world was dominated by martial arts, so all the things that made him feel wrong were like 'this is the world of martial arts ╮(╯▽╰)╭' The words comforted myself.

But now, he finally vaguely knew what was wrong in this world dominated by martial arts.

These people, at least all the people who know martial arts that Gu Jiu has met so far, no matter how high or low the martial arts are, they seem to have nothing in common.

That is - chivalry.

These people only have chivalry, but no 'righteousness'.

For a chivalrous man, ability, courage, morality, benevolence and righteousness should all be indispensable.

Brave and strategic, impartial and selfless, act chivalrously, punish evil and eradicate evil, and do righteous deeds that ordinary people dare not or cannot do.

This is what the so-called great man should serve the country and the people!

Gu Jiu seemed to be drinking a glass of iced lemon mint water, his mind was extremely clear at this moment.

He looked at Song Qingyi, and at Song Qingyi who was standing on the carriage and looking at Song Yi indifferently, he was speechless.

He knows what the system wants him to do.

What the system asked him to do was to let Song Qingyi understand what chivalry is.To be more precise, it is to let these people understand what chivalry is!

In the air, something made a silent clang in the air.

It was obviously silent, and obviously no one noticed it, but Gu Jiu seemed to feel his mind shaking.

...It seems that something, something that only belongs to this world, that was bound, was broken just now.

At the same time, Gu Jiu felt a warmth on his left wrist.The unfamiliar touch made him startled and then he lowered his head. What he saw was a bracelet that was no different from ordinary silver jewelry and could not be taken off. Now it seems... brighter than before?

From this moment on, Da Zhou's mood changed.

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Gu Jiu has little recollection of what happened afterwards.Because all his attention was focused on the bracelet on his wrist that seemed to be slightly haloed.

However, after watching it over and over many times, it seems that no new skills have been opened.Gu Jiu even wondered if there were any riddles in this thing?Squatting secretly in a corner, leaning your head against the wall and whispering to the bracelet in your hand, you tried 'Open Sesame', 'Mani Mani Coax', and even 'Moonlight Box', but it still didn't work.

... Gu Baba, Gu Baba has something to eat.

You don't really need blood to recognize the Lord, do you? ! (╯‵ ′)╯︵┻━┻

If Dripping Blood recognizes the supervisor, then logically he should have recognized it when he died last time, right? ! ┴─┴︵╰（‵□′╰）

"..." Gu Jiu squatted there and stared silently for two seconds—

So this thing is the same as Taobao, right? ! ┴┴︵╰(‵□′)╯︵┴┴

Axi—it’s better not to light it from the beginning, Nima is now carrying a thing that automatically emits halo, do you think it’s lighting up the stars?

Are you afraid of walking in the middle of the night? !

Ah... Which god invented such an unreliable system... Fortunately, it knew that it was inferior and did not set up a scoring system, otherwise he would have to make it clear to him every minute what is the meaning of the phrase negative score. .

... really heartbroken.

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From the time when Gu Jiu and a mentally ill patient with a sudden neurosis squatted in a corner facing the wall thinking about the past, and then murmured at the bracelet in his hand and didn't know what spell he was practicing, Song Qingyi kept watching silently. .

...look at oo

Although he was still holding the yellowed old book that was about to be finished, and looked like he was sitting quietly on a chair and studying it seriously, but in fact only he knew that all his thoughts were on Gu Jiu.

It has never been taken back.

Until Gu Jiu seemed to be trying to fail at everything, he sat down at the round table as if he had been abandoned by others, in a daze, as if he was thinking and struggling...Looking at the fruit plate It was the knife that was lying there that felt wrong.

He couldn't help getting up, stretched out his hand to hook Gu Jiu's chin to make him lift up a little, then leaned over, and slowly shrouded Gu Jiu in his own shadow.

Gu Jiu stared blankly, and Song Qingyi's gradually calm and imposing face was clearly reflected in the glassy pupils, and slowly enlarged inside until the forehead finally touched.

After a pause for a few seconds, Song Qingyi leaned back slightly, looked at Gu Jiu who was already stiff there with some doubts, and leaned over again, sticking his.

But this time is different from Xiangqian, this time Song Qingyi turned his face slightly and moved up slightly, so that his eye sockets and Gu Jiu's forehead wanted to stick together.

so close.

They were so close that their auras were ambiguously entangled.

I don't know if it's an illusion caused by the proximity of the breath, but Gu Jiu felt that as Song Qingyi approached, he just felt a little warm itching on his cheeks.

Before something formed in his mind, Song Qingyi had already withdrawn, and the thought that was about to solidify also disappeared with his withdrawal, like a fog that had just formed.

Song Qingyi still leaned slightly in front of Gu Jiu, half an arm away, frowned and said to Gu Jiu in doubt, "I don't have a fever."

——This method of using eye sockets to test whether the body temperature is normal or not was used by Gu Jiu when Song Qingyi was young. It has not been long, but it already feels like a long, long time ago.

It turned out that I was measuring my temperature to see if I had a fever...

Gu Jiu still looked up at Song Qingyi in a daze, but this sentence automatically appeared in his mind.

...Even he himself didn't know if it was a simple declarative sentence, or...with some other meanings.

His dazedness prevented him from noticing that Song Qingyi's hand was still resting on his slightly raised round chin as if waiting for something, the thin callus formed on the fingertips due to holding the sword, his thumb was gently groped on it.

With the strength that Gu Jiu didn't notice when he was slightly distracted now.

And Song Qingyi is still only half an arm away from Gu Jiu's face, it seems that as long as he moves down a little bit, he can kiss that lip.

The black jade-colored eyes were slightly covered by the black feather-like eyelashes, covering the gradually deepening color inside. After Song Qingyi's eyes rolled around Gu Jiu's face, he spoke slowly, with a slightly hoarse and deep voice, "...not sick, why just..."

Before he could speak, Song Qingyi's eyes shifted slightly, then he slowly stopped talking, stood up straight and slowly looked outside the door.

Song Yi, standing outside the round arch.

I don't know how long I've been watching it.