The bright moon sits on the ground

Five days later, preparations for the banquet began on the high platform of the chief helm.

At noon, Ji Wanghe finally picked out a few disciples with barely passable medical skills, and let them stay at the main helm of the Demon Cult to help Dian Dan—if the remaining people are poor in medical skills and are ridiculed by others, he He himself felt ashamed, so the few disciples he selected were all chosen after he had lost several hairs.

As the sky is getting late, you can see that the moonlight is as bright as jade tonight, and the sky is full of stars.

So he took some time to dress up, trying his best to impress everyone, Xiaobai was unwilling to reach out to hug him, for fear that the fur on his body would stick to his clothes, so he handed it over to the boy who hugged the cat, ? Make an exception and let him hug him all night.

As for whether this disciple is willing or not, Ji Wanghe doesn't have the heart to guess.

When he got to the high platform, he took a seat at the last vacant seat, only to belatedly realize that he had been fooled.

This is just a small banquet. The Devil's Cult didn't like that kind of red tape, so they didn't deliberately line up the upper and lower seats. There was a long table. No one was seated, and the rest sat opposite each other .

On the opposite side, they are: Xuanwu, An Picai, and Shi Huang.

On this side, they are: Fang Qisheng, Nie Qiu, Ji Wanghe, Duan Que, and Zhou Ru.

Ji Wanghe was startled and angry, it was too obvious,? Under normal circumstances, there must be four people sitting on one side!

He glanced at Fang Qisheng, and sure enough, the face of the leader of the Demon Cult was a little happy that the plot had succeeded.

It probably means "You want to take advantage of me, yes, I'll give you some wine, you won't be in a good mood for this banquet".

He thought, if five people were arranged to sit on the same side, wouldn't Fang Qisheng feel too crowded?

Moreover, he was deliberately placed between Nie Qiu and Duan Que. Didn't this immediately overshadow him?

The clothes he is wearing today are made by the Huangcheng Embroidery Workshop he invited, and even the materials are shipped from foreign countries.

Can't be angry, can't be angry, angry gets old fast.

Ji Wanghe pressed his chest and took several deep breaths before calming down.

Looking to the left, Duan Que is on the left, with an exquisite face, with a self-contained coquettishness between his brows and eyes, and his expression is cold; looking to the right, Nie Qiu is on the right, with a calm face, a breeze and a bright moon, in the clear moonlight The bottom looks more and more dusty.

So he could only drink while staring at the opposite Shi Huang, the fruit wine entered his throat, no matter how he tasted it, it was bitter.

Shi Huang said: "Don't look at it, I didn't bring it today."

It's about the white tiger at the gate of the town.

Ji Wanghe wanted to flip the table for a moment, and then he thought of the tragic scene when he might be besieged by the leader, the left and right protectors, and other sect masters at the same time. He endured and endured, and moved his fingers slightly. After explaining so much to Shi Huang, he snorted coldly and stopped talking.

Fang Qisheng didn't put on the airs of the leader, and the rest of the people were not as polite as him, and they all drank openly.

After a brief glance, Shi Huang's alcohol capacity is very good, and he has already drank half a jar of wine; An Pi has never been too much alcohol, he drinks herbal tea, and occasionally eats some strange food brought by himself; Xuan Wu's alcohol capacity should be It was okay, but because of the duty of the Xuanwu Sect, he stopped after only one drink; Zhou Ru wanted to drink more, but Duan Que said, "If you drink half a glass, I will drink two", forcing Zhou Ru to drink more. Ru had no choice but to sip the wine in small sips, and after drinking for a long time, he still had so much.

Nie Qiu and Fang Qisheng had been drinking for three rounds. Ever since he found out that other people knew about their relationship, Nie Qiu didn't have so many scruples. He leaned on Fang Qisheng's shoulder while drinking, and whispered to him something whispered.

On the side of their hands, a wine glass was placed in the upper position, and a wine glass was also placed in the lower position, both of which were full of wine.

Ji Wanghe guessed that they represented Chang Jinyu and Huang Sheng respectively.

The latter is because he was not present, and the former is because of what?Is this glass of wine a memorial service?He didn't quite understand that Chang Jinyu was obviously killed by Fang Qisheng, but Fang Qisheng chose this time to serve sacrificial wine. Isn't this the same as a weasel giving a chicken a New Year's greeting?

He was about to look away, but Nie Qiu squinted his eyes one step ahead of him, and looked at him lightly.

Oh, Ji Wanghe quickly remembered that this protector of the right seems to have a good foundation in martial arts.

He didn't want to talk any more that night, so he stared back confidently, and turned his head to continue drinking.

Then, Protector Nie's voice sounded out of place.

The voice was soaked in sake, and there was a trace of drunkenness, with a faint nasal sound.

He said: "Master Ji, I have heard a little about the matter of the deputy master."

Ji Wanghe paused the hand that picked up the wine glass, hanging in the air, and didn't pass it to his lips for a long time.

"You're not here to persuade me, are you?" he asked.

Nie Qiu was stunned for a moment, then explained: "No, I want to..."

Ji Wanghe didn't want to listen anymore, and put down the wine glass in his hand with a "bang", attracting others to look over.

And his face was gloomy, looking past Nie Qiu, looking at Fang Qisheng, "I hate whoever I want to hate, and kill whoever I want to kill, what is an innocent person and what is a guilty person, Fang Qisheng, you explain to me ?”

Chang Jinyu lived his whole life without knowing that the young man who died at a young age was Ji Wanghe's adopted son.

Song Xu, the deputy head of the Suzaku Sect, and Ji Wanghe had a lifelong friendship.

Although the two often hurt each other on weekdays, their relationship is very deep, which can be regarded as a year-end friendship.

Ji Wanghe has always liked to be in contact with people, and has a withdrawn personality. He never thought about spending his whole life with anyone, and never thought about having a child to raise. After all, he doesn't like children. Children are noisy and mischievous. monster.

But Song Xu always came to have a son, so he insisted on coming to see it, and after reading it, he gave him the title of adoptive father.

Ji Wanghe was one head and two big, and at a glance, he felt that the child must be ugly, and he didn't want to look at it any more. After being tortured by Song Xu for a long time, he reluctantly agreed, and said politely, unwillingly, What is your name.

Song Cunyin.Song Xu said.

It was taken by his wife, after all, it sounds better than the one Song Xu took before, Ji Wanghe finally felt a little better.

In fact, Ji Wanghe never took the initiative to visit Song Cunyin, but Song Xu insisted on him, so he went to have a look. Whenever the wrinkled and ugly little meatball saw him, he smirked at him, his scalp went numb from the laughter, and he rushed to the temple to burn it all night. It took a few sticks of incense to give up.

Later, Ji Wanghe forgot about it for several years, until Song Xu went out without food, and a cute and well-behaved child came to bring him food. Ji Wanghe couldn't help but ask and found out, this is Song Cunyin.

He doesn't like good-looking people, but Song Cunyin is different. He is just a child, and he can't make him feel a sense of crisis.

He was so ugly when he was born, but he became so good-looking after a few years, which made Ji Wanghe a bit novel, and couldn't help but think about what he would look like in a few years, and told Song Xu that if he took Song Cunyin If you become ugly, then you don't have to live.

Song Xu was so angry that he didn't talk to Ji Wanghe for several days.

after that?

Later, Ji Wanghe watched Song Cunyin grow up from a ball of wrinkled flesh, with bright eyebrows, clear eyes, good-looking skeleton, and a small dimple on his cheek when he laughed.From crawling to walking, and then running, pinching his clothes and calling him "Ji Ge Ji Ge", inviting him to watch the lantern festival, which made the deputy sect master who is his own father jealous, and said that the generations are bifurcated up.

It is no exaggeration to say that Ji Wanghe has never loved anyone in his life, except for this child, he puts his heart on top of his heart.

Then he died. He broke his tendons and hamstrings, and the bed was covered with blood. His death was tragic.

Ji Wanghe would occasionally think about how much he hated Song Cunyin and how much pain he had at that time, his face was covered with tears.

Why did Song Xu feel that it was Chang Jinyu who harmed Song Cunyin? The reason was very simple. A child was ignorant and didn't know anything. Just one day, he suddenly appeared in front of Song Cunyin and told him, I think you are suitable to be my apprentice, but I have to look again.

So Song Cunyin spent the rest of his life on this matter, taking it as a responsibility, as something he should do in his life.

Three full years was enough for a boy to grow into a teenager, but it didn't make him understand why Chang Jinyu didn't mention it from now on.

Ji Wanghe occasionally thinks that Song Cunyin is not suitable for the Demon Cult, and the Demon Cult does not need such complete and blind trust.

After Song Cunyin's death, Song Xu went to see Chang Jinyu to ask him for an explanation.

Ji Wanghe didn't know what they said, he only knew that Song Xu had been in a trance since he came back, almost in a trance, hanging on the verge of collapse every day, crumbling, and never smiled again until he died.

Song Xu's wife didn't live long, and also died of depression. Before she died, she only said a word to Ji Wanghe.

What she said was that Song Xu had been devoted to Song Cunyin all his life, and only had a quarrel with Song Cunyin the day before his death.

Then Ji Wanghe understood that Song Xu was Song Cunyin who always thought he was the one who killed him.

Asked what the quarrel was about, but never got her answer, so Ji Wanghe had to ask one by one, looking for the former servants in their family, and it took several months before he got a ridiculous and natural answer.

Song Xu said, the weather is too cold recently, you should add an extra quilt at night.Sleep a little longer in the morning, don't rush to practice swords, even if you can't become the leader of the Demon Cult, so what, it can only show that Chang Jinyu has bad eyesight, you know that?

Song Cunyin only heard the half of the sentence "I can't be the leader of the Demon Cult".

Then, there was a big fight.

The beams and pillars that had supported him for three years finally collapsed, and the illusion faded away. He finally knew that what he had done in the past three years was useless.

He was only thirteen that year, and he was only ten years old when he met Chang Jinyu.

You see, a ten-year-old child is supposed to play with his peers outside every day, go to the house to dig tiles, step on the water in the mud puddle, secretly scare the neighbor's cat, do all kinds of bad things, and have no worries. But Song Cunyin met Chang Jinyu, so he resisted the idea of ​​going out to play, forced himself to practice calligraphy and martial arts, and often glanced out, but he just didn't say anything.

After that, disappointment, collapse, madness, despair, darkness, Song Cunyin's life stopped forever on that winter night.

Ever since Ji Wanghe knew that Song Xu had attacked Fang Qisheng and Huang Sheng, he knew that Chang Jinyu would definitely not let it go.

How well he knew Song Xu, he naturally knew that Song Xu had expected this result, but he still chose to put all his eggs in one basket, obviously not for revenge, but for death, any indelible hatred was just incidental.

Those who wanted to be free were freed, Song Cunyin left, Song Xu left, leaving Ji Wanghe wandering in the world alone.

He has a withdrawn personality, and his life is tiring and annoying, but he doesn't choose to die, he just wishes he could change his way of life.

Seeing that Fang Qisheng didn't speak, Ji Wanghe felt that this man's actions were really unnecessary, because he would never forgive Chang Jinyu and Fang Qisheng, nor would he forgive Song Xu who was living like a ghost at that time, let alone forgive Song Cunyin who gave up his life easily, the matter is settled, and everything can't be undone.

Moreover, it is impossible for a dead person to forgive another person, isn't it?

An Pi just came out to smooth things over, proposed a glass of sacrificial wine, and was about to pour the wine on the ground after speaking.

Ji Wanghe raised his hand to stop him, and said, "He's only thirteen. He doesn't drink."

Then, he got up and snatched the wine glass from An Picai's hand. The wine in it was made from rice instead of fruit wine. He frowned, but he drank it all in one gulp, wiped the water from his lips, and said : "I drank it for him."

The moonlight was cold, Ji Wanghe didn't think about anything else, he just thought that it would be nice if he brought Xiaobai to warm his hands.

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