One scum one world

Wang Lang's handwriting is not neat, and his words and sentences are all vernacular.

Wang Lang said in the letter

"Young Master, the villain took this path entirely because of his own choice, and it has nothing to do with anyone or anything."

Zhenxuan clenched his teeth, as if seeing Wang Lang bending his knees every time he faced him, humble and cautious.

Wang Lang has always called himself a "little man" in front of Zhenxuan, even if the two have the closest relationship, they have maintained this distance of respect, and have never been arrogant or overstepped.

Zhenxuan once thought that this was very good. Wang Lang knew his identity, knew how to advance and retreat, and could save a lot of trouble.

But now Zhenxuan saw Wang Lang's self-proclaimed between the letters, and felt heartbroken, even the hand holding the letter trembled slightly.

Wang Lang said in the letter

"The villain is mediocre, nothing can be more vulgar. In the past few years, the villain has come to this fairyland. The young master has given the villain food and clothing, and he is not tired. He has also carefully raised A Yin. The villain is in his heart." I am very grateful to the son."

Zhenxuan's eye sockets gradually turned red.

Wang Lang, when you can't live on, at the last moment of your life, you are still begging for perfection, you are still lying, and you refuse to tell the truth.

All of this is for A Yin.

Wang Lang also said in the letter

"For villains, this world is a boundless sea of ​​suffering. There is no one to cross it, and they cannot cross it by themselves. They have long wanted to leave. The reason why they have survived until now is entirely because A Yin is still young and can't rest assured."

"Today, A Yin hurt the son because of the villain, and the villain was uneasy, thinking that if the villain stays in this world, it will be harmful to the relationship between A Yin and the son, so why not seek relief earlier. Although the villain is stupid , but I also know that the young master thinks a lot about A Yin, A Yin has grown up now, and has been taught by the young master to be capable, the villain can rest assured."

In Zhenxuan's view, these few paragraphs of Wang Lang's words can be regarded as revealing some truth.

It also proved more and more that Wang Lang also felt pain about his past in Yihou's Mansion, but he had no one to talk to and no way to get rid of it, just supporting A Yin to survive.

And he, what did he do?

He didn't know that he was really moved by Wang Lang, and he never tried to understand Wang Lang. To him, he understood this little person who was as humble as an ant and was just used to amuse his loneliness.

He used his violence and ignorance to force Wang Lang to death.

Zhenxuan put his hand on his forehead, looked at Wang Lang with red eyes, and finally said

"I have to meet the young master. The villain is lucky in this life. Young master, you must be good in the future."

"The villain kowtowed again and again to say goodbye."

A drop of tear fell and landed on the word "good", soaking into a round light-colored ink mark.

Zhenxuan put down the writing paper, walked to the boxwood canopy bed step by step, looked down at Wang Lang who was lying on his back with a peaceful expression.

"I'm sorry, I was wrong." After looking at it for a while, Zhenxuan said to the corpse on the bed.

It turns out that this sentence is not so difficult to export.

If he could have spoken out earlier at that time instead of turning around and leaving, wouldn't Wang Lang have been "uneasy" and would not have come to a dead end?

They still have a lot of time to understand each other and lick each other's wounds so that they don't hurt so much.

Zhenxuan still wants to ask Wang Lang

Have you ever really liked me, even just a little bit?

However, he is not qualified to ask this question at all, and the corpse lying on the bed will never tell him the answer.

Zhenxuan didn't know how long he stood in front of Wang Lang's bed until he heard someone stepping into the courtyard and heading towards the bedroom, accompanied by a young boy's relaxed and cheerful voice: "Daddy, the Taoist priest said that it will not matter in the future." How about I move here today?"

It's A Yin.

Zhenxuan's body stiffened instantly, he turned his head and looked out the window, only to see that it was already noon, the young man was covered in the bright summer sun, and pushed open the wooden door of the bedroom with a creak.

Seeing Zhenxuan standing in front of the bed with red eyes, A Yin knew that something was wrong, so he immediately took a few steps over, stretched out his hand to check Wang Lang's breathing, and exclaimed, "Daddy!"

After speaking, he held Wang Lang's hand and knelt down in front of the bed, tears streaming down his cheeks.

Although Lu Wei had told A Yin the truth before, A Yin did not expect that Lu Wei would leave so suddenly. Seeing his father's body without breathing, he couldn't help feeling sore and painful in his heart, and tears rolled down unconsciously.

Then A Yin opened his red eyes and looked at Zhenxuan angrily: "Master Daoist, are you satisfied this time?"

A Yin was dissatisfied with Zhenxuan for so many years, only allowing him to meet his father once a month, cutting off his father-son relationship with his father.

Now even though he knew that his father was fleeing to death, it was also caused by Zhenxuan, so he naturally didn't have a good face towards Zhenxuan.

Faced with A Yin's anger, Zhenxuan was silent for a long time before saying, "I can make it up."

"Compensation, Daoist, what compensation do you get?!" A Yin stood up from the ground with a "huo", looked up at Zhenxuan, "Everyone is dead, what compensation do you get?!"

"Everything." Zhenxuan looked at the young man who looked like a calf, his eyes were gloomy and dead, he stroked his left chest, and said slowly, "Do you still remember the Seven Wild Goose Sword I gave you? Use it , stab here, and you can kill me."

The Seven Wild Goose Sword was made by Zhou Qiyan, a master craftsman of the former dynasty, hence the name Seven Wild Goose Sword. The sword body contains Zhou Qiyan's perception of the way of heaven, and has the power to kill immortals and exterminate demons.

Although Zhenxuan's body can be called a magic weapon that has been tempered through thousands of years, it is extremely tough, but if he does not dodge or dodge, and let A Yin stab the sword into his heart, there is absolutely no reason for him to survive.

At this moment, Zhenxuan really didn't want to live anymore.

In fact, 13 years ago, on the Mid-autumn night when Lu Wei died, he should have followed Lu Wei, otherwise there would not be the ups and downs and pain now.

To be able to die in the hands of A Yin who is the reincarnation of Lu Wei, and to give this life to Lu Wei and Wang Lang is also the end of the karma of love and hate in this life.

However, A Yin sneered and said, "It's a pity that Daddy swore that if I hurt you even an iota, he will be in the cycle of karma and reincarnation, and he will never see me again forever."

After finishing speaking, A Yin leaned over and picked up Wang Lang's body, and walked out of the room without looking at Zhenxuan.

Zhenxuan looked at A Yin's back, and was shocked by A Yin's words just now.

Did Wang Lang make such an oath to protect A Yin... or to protect him?

If it's the latter, then under Wang Lang's always humble and perfect mask, did he also feel sincere towards him?

Zhenxuan remembered that in the illusion, on the writing paper left by Wang Lang, there was such a sentence

Son, you have to be good in the future.

Suddenly, thousands of arrows pierced the heart, and tears fell like rain.

……

Afterwards, A Yin personally cremated Wang Lang's body by the lake on the top of the snow mountain, and put the ashes on an altar.

Before installing the altar, Zhenxuan rubbed a pinch of ashes into it, put it into a small jade gourd pendant, and hung it around his waist.

"Everyone is dead, Taoist priest, why do you show such a gesture, but show it to someone?" A Yin sneered, and looked at Zhenxuan ironically.

"He wants me to live." Although Zhenxuan was answering A Yin's words, his eyes never looked at A Yin, but at the vast and deep lake, "I take his ashes, so I can always remind him Me, what mistakes have I made?"

And what price will be paid for the rest of my life.

After A Yin stabbed Zhenxuan's sentence, he stopped talking, carefully collected Wang Lang's ashes, put them into a white porcelain jar, and then sealed it tightly.

Dad once praised this lake in the ice and snow for its clarity, so faint that it reaches the sky, so that the soul seems to be able to wash away the dust.

To bury the ashes here, presumably father will also feel good about it.

At this time, Zhenxuan took the initiative to say: "A Yin, I know you don't like the Taoist name I took for you, so don't use it in the future. You are old enough, you can go wherever you want in the future, and I won't force you to stay any longer." You stay on top of the snow mountain."

After hearing the words, A Yin thought for a while, and then said: "No, I haven't completed my cultivation, so I can't go down the mountain."

He still remembered that his father said that when he succeeds in cultivation in the future, he can go back to visit his father.

He understood what Daddy meant.

His current ability is not enough to fight against Zhenxuan, if he rashly went to find his father, but was discovered by Zhenxuan, his father's escape would be regarded as a useless effort.

So before he was able to protect himself, this was the safest place.

Zhenxuan was a little surprised when he said this to A Yin, and then nodded: "That's fine."

Until Wang Lang's ashes were buried in the center of the lake, there was no further conversation between the two.

……

After Lu Wei blocked the pain at the cost of two grains of sand, he smashed a lotus leaf cup and swallowed the porcelain, causing Wang Lang's body to die.

To be honest, Lu Wei is not very good at suicide.

But he considered the known methods of suicide. If he jumped into the water, it would probably take many days before he was discovered, and the corpse would be swollen and deformed; If the artery is cut, there is no place for him to deal with it here, and blood will squirt everywhere.

In short, in the ancient times without euthanasia, no matter what kind of unnatural death method, it would not make people feel good.

Swallowing gold sounds good, but he once had an opponent in the mall who was on the verge of bankruptcy and threatened to commit suicide because the company's capital chain was broken. After getting drunk, he swallowed a gold necklace in front of him and was sent to the hospital for emergency treatment.

Then the next day, the gold necklace was pulled out by this person, nothing happened.

Therefore, Lu Wei has always been skeptical about the fact that swallowing gold can cause death.

So in the end, he chose to swallow porcelain tablets.This method of death is certainly very painful, but it is nothing if he blocks the pain.

After Lu Wei's soul left Wang Lang's body, he drifted away from Haoyuan Peak in the summer evening wind.

In the past, Zhenxuan was upright and simple, and he was single-minded in his feelings and ways of doing things; but now Zhenxuan, after so many ups and downs, life and death, falling into a demon, is no longer the Zhenxuan he knew. mysterious.

However, Lu Wei has seen how Zhenxuan treats Wang Lang these years.To Zhenxuan, Wang Lang is just an ant-like existence, a pastime for A Yin before he grows up.

But to A Yin, Wang Lang is his father, the only close relative in this world.

Therefore, if "Wang Lang" always exists on the top of the snow mountain, it will only cause Zhenxuan pain in the end, and make A Yin and Zhenxuan turn against each other.

The only person in this world who can really hurt Zhenxuan is probably A Yin.

So he made that oath, asking A Yin not to hurt Zhenxuan in this life, and asking A Yin to come to him after he was successful in practice; so he left the letter to Zhenxuan in the guise of Wang Lang, leaving Zhenxuan alone. Xuan Xuan's responsibility, and reward Zhen Xuan with blessings.

In this way, thinking that Zhenxuan would feel uncomfortable for a few days because of his departure at most, everything can be restored to the original state.

Maybe he still has some things that he hasn't considered thoroughly, but he doesn't care about so many.

Under the cold moon, the surrounding fields are silent.

Lu Wei stepped on the tip of the grass, passed through the trees, and left thousands of miles of human beings behind him in a moment. His whole body was as light as nothing, and the breeze filled his sleeves.

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