Zha Gong's evolutionary path

Chapter 156 and Sons

I have heard descriptions of the current appearance of Tianhu General's Mansion from many former generals. When I was there, what I saw was a desolate piece of weeds, spreading from the closed gate to several miles outside.

White as snow cobwebs have formed clusters of majestic masses under the once-glittering golden plaque, as if the owner of this place; the tall white walls and blue tiles around the mansion are no longer glamorous as before, and all of them are ashamed, showing a sense of shame. The climate of a dilapidated and sad ghost house.

The golden Danfeng hovered in the air for a moment, confirmed that this gloomy house was indeed General Tianhu's mansion, folded its wings angrily, and landed listlessly on the ground.

Lin Gongru got off the chariot first, and stopped to watch for a while.

As soon as he stood still, with the soles of his feet as the center of a circle, those large stretches of weeds that grew wildly in the ocean suddenly receded and spread out in all directions like an ebb tide, almost as if they were running away.

The spiders, big and small, were busy crawling around on the lintel, as if they heard the order of the Lord’s return at the same time, they immediately changed their course, hurriedly retreated from the cobwebs they had made, and fled out together with the green weeds and go.

And the bleak blue tiles and white brick walls next to them, which look like they have not had enough to eat and are dying, seem to be suddenly refreshed, and the colors become brighter in the blink of an eye. A new atmosphere.

The whole process of change lasted only a few breaths of time, and a brand-new, magnificent and extraordinary Tianhu General's Mansion stood in front of Lin Gongru's eyes, with the five characters "Tianhu General's Mansion" shining brightly on the plaque.

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Lin Gongru watched this miraculous transformation and was simply amazed.

That's the good thing about being a god. You don't need to clean the dilapidated old house yourself, everything inside has spirituality.

He turned around and saw Ying Moyan open the curtain, staring blankly at the sudden changes in the General's Mansion.

With a look of sadness and joy on his face, he stared at the mansion he was once very familiar with.

Every plant and tree here has the breath of the person he loves.These auras still linger in the house for a long time, and even every brick and tile in the General's Mansion is still fresh in the memory.

But the person who should be remembered the most, just can't remember.

Lin Gongru grabbed his hand and unceremoniously pulled him halfway off the chariot.

Ying Moyan's footing was unstable, he staggered a bit, and he supported him with a kind expression.

The golden Danfeng tilted her head, her round eyes watched the two of them walking towards the spacious and empty general's mansion.

The two tightly closed doors creaked when Lin Gongru approached, and opened to both sides.

The scenery inside and outside the gate of the General’s Mansion is different, the inside is icy and snowy, the eaves are covered with ice edges everywhere, and the soles of the feet step on three feet of frozen stone slabs, shining brightly.

As the former owner returned to his hometown, the house that had been wrapped in ice cold for hundreds of years suddenly came to life.

Just like the sun returning to spring, all the frost fades away in a blink of an eye, and the waterside pavilions, corridors, and rockeries reappear in vivid colors, and a gurgling stream running across the house makes a pleasant sound of flowing water.

Everything is back to normal, back to how it was before.

Except people.

In this empty general's mansion, the maids, servants, and guards who used to serve in it disappeared long ago after Lin Gongru pleaded guilty and threw himself into Zhuxiantai, or switched to other immortals, or started his own path of cultivation.

The warm general's mansion was huge and lifeless, only Lin Gongru and Ying Moyan's footsteps echoed lonely.

But Lin Gongru didn't care.

He didn't even notice that everything in the general's mansion was revived because of his arrival.

He pulled Ying Moyan into the door, and as soon as the man stood still, he leaned forward and pinned him on the pillar closest to him.

"How did the little bookworm die?"

He suppressed him, with his arms firmly behind him, and his dark pupils stared at him, straight to the point.

"What method did you use against him?"

Ying Moyan raised her eyebrows, looked back at him without fear, and said coldly, "I won't tell you."

Lin Gongru nodded.

"it is good."

Before Ying Moyan realized what the understatement of "good" meant, there was a burst of hotness on her lips.

The scorching breath passed from between his lips and teeth, which made his eyes widen in shock.

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His eyes were hot, and he almost couldn't help the tears, but he gritted his teeth and endured it.

The person under him suddenly relaxed like a deflated ball.

Lin Gongru, who was pressing on him, paused suddenly, shook his head in confusion, and a moment of ecstasy flickered in his eyes, which were full of evil spirits.

Strange, he felt that Ying Moyan stared at him fiercely with mist in his mouth, as if—where——

— have you seen it?

These days, he chased that lake-blue figure in his dreams.

That figure stood lonely by the snow-covered lake, if it wasn't for the white snow as a backdrop, it would almost be the same color as the ice-blue water of the lake.

That person always looked back again and again, staring at him deeply in a lonely way.

Obviously he could feel the gentle gaze, but he couldn't see his blurred face no matter what.

He just felt that that person always seemed to be wronged.

There should be water in the eyes, but the facial features are not always clear.

For some reason, the vague and hazy picture now overlaps perfectly with Ying Moyan who is biting her lip in front of her.

The blood-colored red lotus mark on Ying Moyan's forehead, whether it was affected by the master's strong emotions, became more bright red than before.

If the mark is not on the forehead, but inlaid on the bottom of the heart, then, then——

Lin Gongru was startled, his uncontrollable ecstasy actually pulled his thoughts to an extremely strange direction.

How could he have connected the little nerd with Ying Moyan by some strange coincidence?

The tingling pain in his heart that he felt before shook again, holding back his sliding fingertips.

he……

Suddenly, I felt rustling in my ears, as if something was making a loud buzzing, heading straight for my heart.

It was suddenly dark in front of my eyes, and my body shook.

The headache felt like it was about to explode.

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He barely supported his forehead, and then opened his eyes. Ying Moyan, who was suppressed by him, still looked the same, but instead of the black cloak, he was wearing a lake blue deep coat that he had always dreamed of.

The surrounding scenery changed suddenly, it was no longer the rejuvenated General's Mansion, but replaced by the snowy lake in the dream.

In astonishment, he found that a layer of hoarfrost had formed on Ying Moyan's hair at some point, as if he had been here for a long time.

Being pressed under a thick and broad tree by him, the man's lips turned pale from the cold, but his eyes were filled with anger and hatred.

He said fiercely at him: "You let me go, why are you chasing me?"

Lin Gongru heard himself say involuntarily: "You run so fast, when I can't catch up with you...? You are a nerd and you are really a nerd. If he offers a marriage, I will accept it? The only one I like is you. "

——As soon as these words came out, Lin Gongru's head was in a daze, and his heart was shocked.

18,

What kind of illusion is this?

He stared at Ying Moyan in disbelief. Although the man's lips were pale and his eyes seemed angry, he didn't have the airs of the lord of the underworld in his impression, and his whole person looked much softer and warmer.

He was pressed against the tree, and he didn't struggle very seriously.

The eyebrow peaks were slightly frowned, and the upturned forehead was smooth and fair.

On his forehead...

There is no bloody lotus seal.

He himself was neatly dressed, wearing a silver armor, and the cold armor firmly stuck to Ying Moyan, not allowing him to resist indiscriminately.

The snow air passed through the cold armor to Ying Moyan's body, and it was obvious that he was shivering from the cold in only a thin robe.

But the blush on his face didn't seem to be entirely caused by the cold, and the hot air he exhaled from his nostrils made a thought-provoking sound.

He asked, "What's the matter with you, Lin Gongru?"

It was snowing by the lake.

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Lin Gongru hurriedly said: "At the Hundred Flowers Banquet, that glass of wine... the glass that Yaolian gave me..."

He gasped heavily again, as if he couldn't bear it anymore, he slowly leaned his head on Ying Moyan's shoulder.

The hot breath sprinkled on his neck, and he couldn't say anything for a long time.

Ying Moyan trembled slightly, and the body of the man who fell over was heavy and powerful.

The whole body plus the weight of the armor weighed heavily on his shoulders, and the scorching heat between his breaths made his legs weak, and he could hardly support himself, so he slid down the tree.

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For a moment, Lin Gongru didn't even raise his head, and set up a shielding barrier with his five fingers bluffing, covering the endless snowflakes flying in Manxue Lake, and also concealing the huddled figures.

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On the smooth and fair forehead, little by little bright red marks appeared.

It looks like soft petals are gathered and formed, and finally turned into a delicate lotus seal.

In Lin Gongru's horrified eyes, the blood lotus was clearly imprinted there, like a silent promise, the years that spanned hundreds of years were rediscovered in detail.

He heard himself raising his head, kissing the bright red mark piously, and said with a smile: "Although you have never expressed your heart, but looking at this lotus mark, you know that from now on, you will only have me—"

He clasped his fingertips, intertwined his fingers, and murmured, "Little nerd, Ying Moyan...I will never let you go."

The closed barrier collapsed suddenly, and the Manxue Lake was filled with heavy snow like fluttering feathers, flying down piece by piece.

When it was condensed again, the lingering fragrance/flashy scene had already been separated from Lin Gongru.

He searched for it for a long time, but the figure that he couldn't see all the time, the face with blurred brows, lifted the clouds and mist in an instant, and presented incomparably before his eyes.

He heard himself telling that story to Ye Mingjue, and his voice seemed to come from a distant time and space, intersecting with the snow-covered, lingering and kissing figure in front of him.

He said that he couldn't remember the appearance of the person he liked, and he couldn't clearly find the facial features, outline, figure, and hair color in his memory.

So, relying on the last remaining image in the back of his mind, he tried to communicate with people who were similar to him one by one, but until he reincarnated for several lives, he still couldn't find his true sweetheart.

He wandered around in the world, wandering in the flowers, he found so many people, but he had to pass by the real one.

Lin Gongru covered his chest, choking a mouthful of blood in his throat.

He suddenly opened his eyes, and swallowed back the fishy sweet rushing to his head.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he was still in the general's mansion, still suppressing Ying Moyan fiercely.

He met his eyes, and saw that the heart in the depths of the man's eyes was as dead ashes, and the whole heart seemed to be grabbed suddenly, and it was in severe pain.

It was like thousands of ants and insects were gnawing at his heart at the same time.

The unbearable memories came one after another, and one scene after another crashed into his mind, complicated and heavy, Ying Moyan was all in the picture.

Or frown, or laugh, or joke, or tease, or grievance, or blame, or sadness and joy.

Lin Gongru involuntarily let go of Ying Moyan's hand, his feet sank, and he knelt down heavily.

He couldn't breathe. The heavy snow by the Manxue Lake, which he had forgotten for hundreds of years, was like a belated karma.

The pain seemed to have finally found an outlet, and it was intensified with hundreds of thousands of forces, rushing straight out from every tendon in the body, and the blood seemed to be boiling and rushing backwards, rushing from the dantian to the throat.

Lin Gongru instinctively covered his lips with the palm of his hand, but the blood gushing out couldn't be concealed. It gushed out from between his fingers, instantly staining a large area of ​​his palm red.

He bowed his head, breathing heavily.

Barely covering Ying Moyan's sight with his back, he subconsciously hid his blood-stained palm in the blind spot of his sight.

From Ying Moyan's point of view, Lin Gongru stared at the mark on his forehead viciously at first, and then as if hit by something, his eyes began to be dazed, and he didn't know where his mind went in a trance.

But just for a moment of hesitation, Lin Gongru's eyes regained their clarity, and there was a flash of familiar emotion in the look of staring at him.

Before he had time to see the familiarity in Lin Gongru's eyes, he saw the man let go of his hand and fell heavily to his knees, with one hand propped on the ground and the other hand covering his lips, as if he was coughing violently.

He coughed badly, but turned his back to him, not teaching him to see the expression on his face.

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