Sha Po Lang

Xiu Niang smiled and withdrew her hand indifferently.

The rouge bought by Shen Shiliu was smeared on her lips, and a touch of color appeared on her pale and dignified face out of thin air, like a flower full of blood.

"I know you've been wondering in your heart, we just have a chance today, why don't you make it clear—you are indeed not my own," Xiu Niang said, "Does that make you feel better?"

The corners of Chang Geng's eyes twitched lightly, he was young after all, and he didn't have a palace where he couldn't hide his emotions.

In this world, no matter how good a friend is, how dear a teacher is, no one can replace a mother, not even a father—it's not that Chang Geng doesn't desire a mother, but sometimes, if he knows that his mother is out of reach, he still refuses. If you accept your fate, it will be too bitter, and you will feel sorry for yourself.

Chang Geng thought countless times that he was absolutely impossible to be born by Xiu Niang. Now that he got such an unsurprising answer, his heart was blank for a while, and he couldn't express his feelings.

The ominous premonition in Chang Geng's heart gradually became stronger, and he asked cautiously: "Why are you telling me this all of a sudden?"

Xiu Niang looked at her face in the mirror.Maybe it was because she put on too much powder, her face was a little pale, so she carefully dug out a little rouge and daubed it evenly on her cheeks.

"'Chang Geng' is a nickname I gave you," Xiuniang said. "People in the Central Plains say, 'There is Qiming in the east, and Chang Geng in the west. The noblest and filthiest blood in the world, born a monstrosity, could not have been more worthy of that name."

Chang Geng replied coldly: "Didn't I be the one who was captured and raped by bandits when you were living in Shanxi? I ​​can't count how many fathers I have on ten fingers—the sons of prostitutes and robbers. What is the nobility?" place?"

Xiu Niang froze for a moment, she didn't turn her head back, the rouge couldn't hide the paleness of her face, there was a flash of pain in her eyes that seemed to be talking, but it soon calmed down and turned into a frenzy. In peace.

Chang Geng’s first memory was that he was in a mountain bandit’s den, Xiu Niang would always lock him in a musty cabinet, through the cracks in the rotten wood, the young Chang Geng could always see the bandits barging in drunk .

Those rough men either beat her with their hands, or had sex with her in front of Little Chang Geng.

At the beginning, the bandits kept a close watch on Xiuniang, but gradually, seeing that she was weak and deceitful, and didn't know how to resist, they relaxed. Later, they even let her out and let her serve them like the servants in the cottage.Xiu Niang filled the well and hundreds of altars of wine with poison, and God didn't know where she got so much poison.

She used a small bowl to fill a bowl of poisonous well water for Chang Geng to drink, but when he really drank it, she seemed to regret it, and desperately dug his throat to make him vomit.

Xiuniang put the half-dead Chang Geng into a small bamboo basket and carried it on her back, holding a steel knife in her hand. When she saw that there was no breath left, she stepped forward to mend it.

Chang Geng remembered that that day, she was wearing a red dress dyed with blood, and she poured kerosene and purple gold hidden by the bandit leader all over the mountains, burned the entire mountain, and left with herself.

In his short life of more than ten years, Xiuniang tried to kill him countless times, poured poisoned wine on him, stabbed him with a knife, tied him to a horse and dragged him, and even dreamed countless times in the middle of the night, and she suddenly lost control of her emotions , and tried to suffocate him with a quilt...

But every time, he reined in the precipice and spared his life.

It also left him with a glimmer of unrealistic fantasy.

Chang Geng said as calmly as possible: "You think too much, I have never regarded you as my own mother, but I always think that the reason why you hate me is because I am the filth left to you by the bandits."

Xiu Niang sat in front of the mirror blankly, her face became paler and paler, after a long time, she suddenly sighed: "Son, I'm sorry for you."

The moment these words came out, the thousands of guards and resentments in Chang Geng's heart almost collapsed, and he realized that so many grievances from childhood to adulthood can be easily resolved by this sentence.

However, the 14-year-old boy held back his tears with all his strength, and then asked wearily: "What are you planning to tell me now? Conscience has discovered that you want to detoxify me, or simply kill me?"

Xiu Niang looked at him with a strange gaze, as if the young man was some precious artifact: "You know..."

Chang Geng: "Of course I know, since the day I settled down in Yanhui Town, I haven't had a night without nightmares. Even if I take a nap during the day, I will wake up from the nightmare."

Except for the night before——Chang Geng's thoughts were scattered for a moment, and he suddenly regretted getting angry with Shiliu.

Chang Geng: "I think that growing up to such a big age has nothing to do, but I haven't done a few bad things. How can there be so many midnight ghosts knocking on my door? Is there still a strange disease in the world that has nightmares every night?"

A strange smile appeared on the corner of Xiuniang's bright red mouth, her eyes slowly fell on the iron clasp on Chang Geng's wrist, there was a sharp light in her eyes, as if hiding a pair of poisonous arrows with black heads: "You What else do you know?"

Chang Geng subconsciously retracted the iron wrist buckle into his sleeve, only feeling that it would be tainted by her at a glance.

"I also know that two years ago outside the pass, the pack of wolves that chased and killed me didn't come here by themselves, they were summoned by someone—you are warning me that I can't run away, you have plenty of ways to kill me, right? "Chang Geng said quietly, "Only the barbarians know how to manipulate those beasts. After you arrived in Yanhui Town, you have been in contact with those barbarians—I guess you are also a barbarian woman. I was locked in a cabinet by you when I was young. Saw a man come in and tear your clothes off, and you have a wolf's head on your chest."

Xiu Niang laughed softly: "Barbarians, you actually called us barbarians..."

She laughed louder and louder until she was almost out of breath.

Suddenly, Xiu Niang's sharp laughter stopped abruptly. She covered her chest and coughed violently. Chang Geng instinctively raised his hand, as if wanting to help her, but then he reacted by himself and retracted his hand convulsively. He went back and pinched the knuckles of his fingers.

A thin trace of blood flowed out from between Xiuniang's fingers, and fell on the pale yellow skirt, with a shocking purple-black color.

Chang Geng was taken aback, and finally took a step forward: "You..."

Xiuniang grabbed his arm and straightened her waist with all her strength, shaking like a dead leaf in the cold wind. She took a few breaths and took out half of the jade pendant with twin stems from the bottom of the dowry box. The blood was stuffed into Chang Geng's hand together.

Her face was snow-white, her blood-stained lips were more dazzling than rouge, and her bloodshot eyes stared fixedly at Chang Geng: "I'm not called Xiuniang, that's the name of you women from the Central Plains. My name is Hu Geer, which means The purple gold of the heart of the earth..."

She was choked by her own words, and after another heart-piercing cough, she spat out a mouthful of blood, which stained Chang Geng's front.

"No... the auspicious Ziliujin." The woman cried in a strange voice, her breathing became more and more rapid, and her chest was like a broken bellows, "My sister is the goddess of longevity, and the wolf god also kneels. I worship you, you..."

"You are a little monster I raised with my own hands," she laughed angrily, "No one loves you, no one treats you sincerely..."

She struggled to grab Chang Geng's wrist, her sharp nails pierced into his flesh, and clasped the iron wrist buckle on the young man's hand: "This is the black iron light armor cloud pan wrist buckle—this is the black iron camp. niggas special, who gave it to you? Huh?"

As if being scalded, Chang Geng pushed her away fiercely.

The woman collapsed on the dressing table, curled up and twitching, her charming phoenix eyes widened, revealing the ferocious whites of her eyes.

"You have my 'U'er bone' on your body. I named it in Chinese, also called 'Chang Geng', okay...listen?" Her cheeks twitched violently, and the corners of her mouth were filled with foam and blood. It flowed out indistinctly, and the voice became blurred, but it did not prevent Chang Geng from being able to hear clearly, "Take... the unparalleled bone of Ur, no one can detect it, no one will understand it... One day, you will grow into the world. Even the most powerful samurai in the world will begin to confuse nightmares with reality...you will become a powerful madman-"

Chang Geng stood there numbly, feeling those words that he half-understood drifted past his ears, and easily filled his bones with ice slag.

"The blood of the goddess is also flowing in my chest, and I will bless you with the infinite divine power of my Changshengtian. You...you will only hate and doubt in your heart all your life. All of them together can't... can't... well..."

The word "death" slipped out of her throat, and the woman's body twitched violently. Then she suddenly felt something, and slowly turned her head to look at the small sachet hanging from the bed curtain. There is a safe talisman in it, which Xu Baihu begged for her in a temple outside the city once when she went home from duty.

The woman's eyelashes blinked slightly, and suddenly she seemed to be filled with tears. The tears washed away her sinister eyes with incomparable tenderness, but unfortunately, the tenderness only lasted for a moment.

Her constricted pupils finally blew out the candle and dissipated lifelessly. The woman in full dress stopped abruptly under the most vicious curse in the world, and then fell down heavily with the last lingering warmth.

No one loves you, no one treats you sincerely, you will only have hatred and suspicion in your heart throughout your life, you will be violent and bloodthirsty, and there will be blood and blood everywhere you go, and you are destined to drag all of them to die together.

During the lifeless fire snack in late summer, Chang Geng stared blankly at the dressed corpse on the dressing table, and blankly grasped the bloodstained iron wrist clasp.

Why did she kill herself?

Why did she hate him so much?And why did he grow up so big?

...What happened to the iron wrist buckle of Xuantieying?

Who is Shen Shiliu?

Xiuniang's curse seems to have taken effect. A child's initial trust and closeness to the world come from his parents who raised him without reservation, and Chang Geng never got it.

No matter how generous and benevolent he is by nature, if he is forced to be suspicious and wary all the time, he will be like a stray dog ​​with his tail between his legs, even if he is dying of longing for that bit of human warmth, he will frighten him again and again. reject.

A strong thought suddenly popped up in Chang Geng's mind - he wanted to find Shen Shiliu, he had to ask face to face who this righteous father was and what his intentions were.

However, he finally didn't walk out of the embroidery room filled with the smell of blood. As soon as he walked out of the door, he was already timid.

"By the way," Chang Geng thought in a daze, "Mr. Shen's knowledge and talent are occasionally revealed in his daily life. How could he be a down-and-out scholar who has been trying for a long time?"

Although Shen Shiliu is idle, he has the demeanor of an aristocratic son, even if he is sent under the fence, he does not appear to be in the slightest bit of poverty... How could he be an ordinary gangster?

He should have known these things in his mind long ago, but when he closed his eyes, what he remembered was Shen Shiliu propping his head, guarding him in front of the hospital bed.

And if that's hypocrisy too—

Seeing the door open, the old cook who was poking around hurriedly came over with a smiling face: "Master, today..."

Chang Geng glanced at her with red eyes.

The old cook was terrified by his eyes, and it took a while to recover, she stroked her chest and complained: "What are you doing..."

Before she finished speaking, she saw the scene in the room clearly.

The old cook froze, and then she staggered back three steps, sat down on the ground, howled, and let out a scream that didn't sound like a human voice.

At the same time, a sharp alarm suddenly sounded in the city.

I don't know who released the alarm whistle in the city tower. The two-foot-high whistle was filled with white air dyed with purple gold. The 14-year bleak tranquility of Yan's return to the city was broken.

Shen Yi, who was burying his head in arranging the steel armor, raised his head. The next moment, the door of Shen's house was kicked open from the outside, and Shen Yi picked up the heavy sword that had been removed from the steel armor from the ground.

"It's me." Shen Sixteen whispered.

Shen Yi said in a deep voice: "The savages have made a move in advance?"

The question was short and low, but Shen Shiliu, who was half-deaf, heard it word for word: "There is a barbarian's espionage on the giant kite, and the people who are hiding on the returning ship are not our people."

While Shen Shiliu was talking, he broke into the inner room non-stop, raised his palm by the side of the bed and chopped it down, the whole bed board cracked into two pieces with a loud noise, and the bottom board was actually empty.

A set of dark iron armor was actually laid horizontally under the plank.

Shen Shiliu nimbly pried open the hidden compartment on the chest of the steel armor, and took out a black iron token from it, his fingers turned blue from the cold black iron token.He turned around suddenly, the muddy waist that was always not straight was like an iron gun, and the wind blowing outside the wide open door lifted his light and plain green shirt, as if to deter the coldness on his body. With killing intent, he brushed past him.

Sixteenth said: "Ji Ping."

"Ji Ping" is Shen Yi's word, and he has never called it in front of outsiders.The two of them often quarreled and fought over some housework and kissed like real brothers. At this time, Shen Yi took a step back and quickly half-kneeled on the ground: "My subordinate is here."

"Since they came ahead of time, we just took advantage of the chaos to collect the net - I have entrusted the Fourth Highness to you, and I will send him out of the city first."

Shen Yi: "Yes".

Shen Shiliu quickly took off his coat and a sword beside the bed, turned around and left.