[New Peerless Double Pride 3] Over the years

On the northeast side of Sihai Suburbs, there is a stretch of mountains thirty miles away, with perilous peaks reaching the top. It is an ancient altar that has been abandoned for a long time. Standing beside the altar is a stone tablet with the inscription: Nine Dragon Altar.

Just in those days when I thought the Palace Master was locked up in the otherworld of Taixu to practice kung fu, it turned out that he spent most of his time on another matter, and that matter, when he arrived at the Nine Dragons Altar, he was close to success.

On this day, he took me out and deliberately ordered Jiang Wuque to stay in the bamboo house, and I felt something strange.

When the two of them arrived at the Kowloon Altar, it was nearly dusk, and the sunset was red with red clouds. The Hall Master was a few steps ahead of me, and looked back at me who was still covered by the shade of trees and leaves.

I was a little out of breath, he stopped and waited for me, and when I got to him, he pulled me up and walked the last steep slope.

Then he let go of his hand, and all the occlusions in front of his eyes disappeared, and his vision suddenly widened, and there were beautiful shadows of mountains and colorful clouds in the sky.

Walk up the stone steps and climb up to the Kowloon Altar, which is as big as the martial arts arena in Ten Emperor Qiu's Palace.

"It's a crane!" For me who seldom have the opportunity to go out, this is the first time I see this kind of scene transformed into a human world, even if I am surrounded by the Lord of Qiuhuang Palace, I still feel excited like a child.

In fact, up to now, I can’t tell whether I am intentional or unintentional in many cases, but whenever there is another person standing beside me, I can’t help probing and observing, like a kind of sickness, depending on his various behaviors. He reacted, and then tried to analyze and interpret it, so as to understand his real purpose behind that cold gaze.

This time, I smiled and pointed to the distance, asking him to look at the cranes lined up in the sky. He turned his face and looked at me expressionlessly.

"Are you happy?" he asked.

I laughed and withdrew my hand, "Pretend I didn't say it."

He looked away and didn't say another word.

At first, I thought that he hated me and would wish to tear me to pieces. When we met again in the Hall of the Emperor Qiu, he looked at me without any emotion. At that time, I was done, and everything was over.

But getting along these days makes me feel that nothing has changed. He is still the palace master who refuses to show his true face. He looks at me indifferently, but at least his methods are not as ruthless as his words. Even now, he doesn't even say threats or harsh words anymore.

If he has made up his mind to use me, I hope he will be more decisive, and don't let me be infected by his tenacity.

There was the sound of wings breaking in the distance, I raised my head and squinted my eyes, and soon a huge shadow came swiftly and flew over my head.

It's chaos—my chest heaved, and I remembered that I had seen it in a book of strange things in my father's book. The ancient beast Chaos, with a body like a deer, spread its wings like a phoenix, and wore red feathers and fire feathers. It was dazzling, even better than clouds.

I never imagined that I would see such a rare beast in my lifetime, and even the fat that my father tamed in the past couldn't compare to its wings—"Your?!" I turned to ask the palace master, unable to believe it.

He didn't answer, just glanced at me briefly.

The beast Chaos was indeed coming towards the Nine Dragons Altar, and flew down with a cry.

The hall master stepped forward, Chaos bent over, the fire feather flicked, bent his neck, and one person slid down that smooth arc.

I really didn't expect that the person who came was actually a puppet master.

And the puppet master was also slightly surprised when he saw me.

I laughed, tacit understanding with him, now the palace master is indeed poisoned deeply, he absolutely shouldn't, he just wants to put me by his side all the time.

I leaned closer and listened to the two talking about tonight's full moon night.

"The lord of the palace has mastered the essence of manipulating corpses now," the puppeteer bowed his head respectfully, "just wait until tonight when the moon is full and the yin energy is full, the lord of the palace can inject his own energy into the body of the corpse to revive it. order to act."

Necromancy? !Only these three words, I will understand.Those corpse spots that appeared on the Hall Master's body for no reason came from the practice of manipulating corpses, touching corpses many times, and being infected with corpse poison.

He is really omnipotent, even the dead, even corpses, he is not willing to let go.

When I was in a daze, Chaos spit out a mountain of corpses as high as a two-story building in one breath.

I stood aside, the rotten stench from the corpse floated into the air, I covered my mouth and nose suddenly, and felt a burst of gastric juices churning.

The puppet master approached and handed me a pill made of agarwood. When I raised my eyes, he turned his back to the hall master and said to me: "It will be very useful to keep a close eye on him."

It was such an order again, I didn't even have the strength to answer, so I took the pill and looked at the palace master.

He had already walked to Chaos alone. The huge body of a strange beast was very docile at the moment, like a domesticated kitten. He lowered his head and let the palace master raise his hand to stroke the colorful feathers on its head.

This also proves that Chaos is indeed the owner of the palace. I never knew that he still had such an astonishing ancient beast—just like I couldn't figure it out before. People, how can they have time to get acquainted with Wu Sanxian, a strange man in the world?And what kind of friendship is it that made him send Xie Xinghen to Jianxie Fengxingya to learn swords with a word. You know, that person has retired from Fengjian and has long since stopped accepting disciples.

I didn't know much about Jianghu before, so I took many things for granted.

Now that I wake up, I can see some things clearly, but I feel more and more strange about many things.

He's just Jiang Yulang, he doesn't have three heads and six arms, but he can make the saints of the Firefox tribe die for him, and he can make his father let go of his scruples and cultivate him with all his strength. He can have nothing overnight, but he can still make a comeback overnight .

Is this person really the Palace Master I know, who could have miscalculated because of saving me, and almost killed Jiuyou?

The puppet master's mission was accomplished, and he was about to leave when he was done—"Wait a minute." But the hall master called him back.

"Is there a way," the Palace Master walked to me, but still talking to the puppet master, "Is there a way to make her never betray me?"

The puppet master and I were stunned at the same time, and the hall master stood quietly, waiting for the puppet master to answer.

"Yes." The other party replied, "I can apply the puppet technique to her."

My heart skipped a beat, but the Palace Master said, "What else?"

"Corner worm." The other party offered a choice.

"Is there any more?" The Palace Master still asked.

"Yes." The puppet master raised his eyebrows, with a rather indifferent expression, and inadvertently smiled, "Master, now that you have learned the art of manipulating corpses, if you want her to never betray, you should kill her and then control her." With her dead body, nothing will go wrong."

My chest felt cold, even though I knew that the conversation between the two would never come true, I only felt heart palpitations.

What are they saying, kill me and manipulate my body?

The hall master frowned, turned his head, and gave me a faint look.

The puppet master knew the opportunity, so he really said goodbye, and flew away on the chaos.

Twilight turned into a moonlit night, on the Nine Dragons Altar, I, the Hall Master, and the corpses of the Emperor Qiu Hall piled up as high as a mountain.

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The master of the hall is a person who takes the lead. He can drag the corpses to a suitable position one by one, and lay them out in front of the moonlight.

The reason why I chose the Kowloon Altar may be that I like the beauty of the Zhongling here, which has the appearance of aura.

At first I wanted to go and help him, but he refused and told me to stand away from the body.

Later he stood among the corpses and asked me from a distance: "Do I look like one of them? Do you think I look like a corpse too?"

When he said this, the night wind blew violently at his sleeves and long hair regardless of everything. The hall master was too thin, and his face was pale when he took off his mask. Among the dead bodies, it was no less than a shriveled corpse.

"Don't pour your energy into the corpse!" I shouted to him standing in the distance, "It will do you no good at all, if you insist on ruining yourself like this, you might as well die and finish everything!!"

He didn't answer, he seemed to be smiling, and he couldn't see clearly from a distance.

I'm not sure if I really want to stop him, this long-lost corpse manipulation technique in Jeju, it doesn't harm anyone, first it hurts a few, who does he think he is, how many lives he thinks he has, and can be squandered like this !

But I know very well that he is not reconciled, without Qiu Huangdian, he is just a scum of the rivers and lakes that everyone shouts and beats, if it is not for Madam Hu's protection, if he does not learn Jiang Wuque's martial arts secretly, he will not even have a chance of surviving No, that's why he wants to become stronger, to become stronger by any means, only in this way can he protect himself.

But while becoming stronger, while constantly consuming myself, it has been contradictory from the very beginning. I want to resist my father's control, even if my life is shortened, I want to improve my skills, and I want to protect myself, but lose half of my life first - this continues. , The purpose of constantly digging my own grave like this, I finally gradually understood... He is for "Sorrow of the Gods" and the status of the leader of the martial arts.

There is a kind of person who likes to fight by nature, who is naturally keen on scheming and scheming, and takes calculating others as nourishment and enjoys it.

The Hall Master is indeed this kind of person, in his nature, he is this kind of person.

But after all these years, since I first met him, it has been seven years, and I have known him for nearly eight years without knowing it. We are very close, and we can see clearly. For the Lord Qiu Huang, such things as fun , It's just a joke - he lives very tired, very tired, taking revenge on others or constantly plundering, no matter what kind, he is eager for quick success, and he has long lost the excitement of chasing something.

Just like there are hundreds of dead corpses here, and the vast and empty altar, he is alone in white clothes, like a ghost when he walks around, he takes the trouble to infuse true energy into each corpse, and then uses secret techniques to affect its limbs and bones— — There are hundreds of dead bodies here, but he is only one person. In the final analysis, he is completely ignorant of calculation.

But he was persistent enough and cruel enough to himself.

In fact, I believed Madam Hu's words. In fact, it was only at this moment that I suddenly remembered that I had also seriously studied Jiang Yulang, whether it was his character, experience, or whether he was in Gu Renyu's house. That little-known past event that happened—it was just that I was too young at that time, a child in my teens. I studied it, but I couldn’t understand him, and even the ten-year-old hypnosis had already blurred my memory. No matter how you looked at him at the time, it has faded now.

Before I became Sun Yingyu, my father had already sent someone to investigate and found out that Jiang Yulang, the gardener in the Gu family manor, was actually a person whom any servant girl would be interested in bullying, because he lived a cautious life. , Accept fate, protect yourself, and don't resist.

At that time, he had already resigned himself to his fate and wanted to live an honest life. He never thought about the world's most treasured "Sacred God Art", nor did he want the entire martial arts world to submit to him—even if it was Jiang Yulang back then, at most he was Stealing his father's copy of Yan Nan Tian's treasure map, and most of the time, he needed Jiang Biehe as a relative, he couldn't sincerely kill his biological father just for a copy of "Sacred God Art".

But on the other hand, Jiang Biehe didn't cherish him, and didn't even care about the relationship between father and son.

In fact... I am also someone else's daughter. I have also been Sun Yingyu, and I understand the feeling of being despised by relatives and parents. Even if it is impossible to fully understand, if one day I am really used, betrayed, and killed by my biological father... ...If you experience this, whether it is a sharp pain or a piercing pain—but I know that if it were me, I would not be as passive as the palace master, nor would I be soft-handed, and I would never be like him , Even the last bit of self-protection of patricide by surprise... is worthy of sympathy.

In fact, he is very pitiful. In his insistence on some personnel matters, he is very similar to his daughter, Qiu Xinliu.

Desperately wanting to get a certain kind of recognition, if he can't get it, he can only pretend for himself, but he is more persistent and forbearing than most people, so, under the appearance, he is actually prouder than anyone else, at the same time, Sober, he is nothing and nothing.

So one day 19 years ago, when Jiang Yulang went crazy and burned Gujiazhuang and fled, I thought that apart from Jiang Wuque and Xiao Yuer, he had nowhere in the world to pass on or vent his anger and anger. Hate—or it can’t be said that, Jiang Wuque and Xiao Yu’er just represent that the Palace Lord hates everyone, everyone in the world, including himself, but in comparison, he is more willing to choose revenge and make others suffer , to appease his unwillingness—that is Jiang Yulang's nature.

But he took revenge for more than ten years, and even he finally realized that some resentment could not be easily appeased. When the anger gradually cooled down, in the final analysis, what he wanted most was to get back... the palace master actually cared about the person he cared about. He doesn't hesitate to give, and he wants a response, simple and direct, and doesn't hide it. If he can't get it, if it's too unbearable, he will create it for himself.

Just like those false memories, he believes that the martial arts dominance can satisfy him, because that is what Jiang Biehe wanted all his life, and he also wanted it in the past, but now his motivation has changed, getting it is not for enjoyment, The palace master overthrows himself and wants to get it, just to get it.

So to many people, Jiang Yulang is insane, because he cares too little, the old department of Qiuhuangdian, Mrs. Hu, Qiu Xinliu, and even Xie Xinghen... He needs them to pay for him, and what he wants to achieve must be If it is achieved, what he doesn't care about can be sacrificed.

It seems that at this moment he has to perform corpse manipulation, even though these people have been born and died for him, the left guardian rock tiger, the right guardian stone leopard, the guards, the palace audience... He squeezed out every value of them, and they will not be buried in the ground after death For peace, there is no place to bury him. For him, these are also things that damage his morality. There are laws in this world, and he will be condemned by heaven.

That's why the puppeteer is just teaching, and he doesn't want to practice it himself.

I know the reason why he must do this, because I disrupted his plan and caused him to lose the fourth puzzle of "Sacred God", and now he only knows that the treasure is located in the Vientiane Cave, but he can't solve the treasure He needs a large number of forwards to find the way for him, and quickly, before the man behind the scenes has any plans, he needs a large number of victims who are not afraid of life and death—from this point of view, unconsciously Among them, the puppet master has turned his back, or it can be said that he is still on the sidelines and has not yet placed his bet.

Why am I not, what have I been doing for such a long period of time, Jiang Wuque, Jiang Yulang... I dare not think about it for a long time. In fact, I am the most selfish person. Dad has been planning for a rainy day for more than ten years. The road paved by many lives is now only one step away, only one step away - "Sacred God Jue" can be obtained, and the world's martial arts will be in the pocket of Gu Cangyan, the legendary hero of the world, but I only care about it My sons and daughters love each other, and I even secretly rejoice because that person came back from death. I should face him more rationally, without personal feelings, concern, or resentment.

Not to be soft-hearted.