The villain's guide to throwing blame

Surrounded by fog, Feng Ling once again stood alone between the sky and the earth, staring blankly at the images that kept flashing in front of him.

Xu Shi's midnight dream last night brought too deep emotions, and he walked into the time 25 years ago before he knew it.

Although the life in the mortal world is still poor, and it is very different from the life in the Feng family for the next 20 years, it strangely makes him feel satisfied and stable deep in his heart.

Feng Ling stretched out his hand, pressed it vaguely on his own head when he was young, and stroked it slowly twice, as if he wanted to use this to touch the memory deep in history again.

He looked at his young self expressionlessly, showing off his daily progress and achievements in front of the plain-clothed monk every day, watching the man's faint smile and encouragement, practicing martial arts, practicing calligraphy, and chanting scriptures. Follow him through the bustling crowd and the deserted wilderness.

Walking and walking, finally came to that day again.

The sun was setting on the western mountain, and the sky was dim. The skinny monk stopped slowly and turned to look at him.

Xiao Fengling raised his face and looked at the monk. The man was facing the backlight, his expression was blurred, and he could only hear his voice clearly.

"Ling'er, the teacher is leaving."

"In the days to come, I won't be able to accompany you as a teacher."

"Practice martial arts well, and you don't have to come looking for me. I'm very relieved to be a teacher if I live a good life."

Once again uncontrollable, the young Fengling hugged the monk's waist and cried loudly. He stood beside the two with sad eyes, watching quietly without saying a word, even though he clearly knew that it had been more than 20 years It passed, but the unwillingness and sadness in his heart remained undiminished, sweeping him overwhelmingly in the dream. 1

Feng Ling stood aside and looked at himself, who was powerless at the time, and wanted to stretch out his hand, but he couldn't grab anything. He opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything, and could only watch helplessly as the figure of the man went away and then disappeared from sight. middle.

What should go, always has to go.Those who want to stay will never be able to stay.

Shuo Feng roared up, and Juan roared with gloomy emotions that turned into black clouds, and shattered the scene in front of him. Amidst the impact of howling ghosts and wolves, Feng Ling faintly saw a familiar white figure walking ahead.

He tightly held the long sword that appeared at an unknown time in his hand, and chased after him with a ferocious expression. The sudden anger surged and collided in his chest, revealing the panic hidden in his heart from time to time.

"Sanskrit! How dare you go—"

The roar burst out from the throat, and the sharp end sound seemed to cut through the sky, and the shock and anger permeated in it vividly showed how shocked and angry its owner was.

The person who was threatened turned a deaf ear, and his unhurried back didn't even pause, as if he hadn't heard anything.

Feng Ling raised his sword and dashed, trying to speed up and block the man in front of him, but the distance between the two of them could not be shortened, and they were even getting farther and farther away gradually.

All of a sudden, he seemed to have suddenly become smaller in stature, and was rushing desperately towards the person in front, "Master, wait for me!" He gritted his teeth and chased all the way, and the despair in his heart became more and more intense.

The two memories suddenly overlapped, the figure that could never catch up, the self who was left behind, the helpless exhaustion and despair, rushing straight at him.

"what----!"

His eyes were red, and when he was about to lose control of his collapsed emotions, when he was on the verge of going mad, he suddenly felt a hug.

The cold air of pines and cypresses came to the nostrils, and the warmth mixed with a faint scent of sandalwood enveloped him completely, making his tense body slowly relax.

The familiar touch and breath brought reassuring comfort, like a layer of gentle flannelette, suppressing the manic killing intent in his heart.

He's back, Feng Ling thought drowsily in his mind, and the next moment his consciousness sank into the darkness.

The morning sunlight penetrated through the cracks in the window, and fell softly on Fengling's face. As the sunlight danced on his face, his fine eyelashes moved, and his brows slightly frowned. Get up, wake up with difficulty.

"Uh--"

Feng Lingshang opened his eyes in a daze, sat up slowly, and looked around in a daze.

Very well, in my own room.He muttered something without end, and then he felt that the idea and the scene were quite familiar, and he suddenly opened the bed curtain and looked out.

When he saw it, he met a pair of calm and indifferent eyes, and Feng Ling was so startled that he almost jumped up regardless of his image.

Last night I went to find Yuechen for a drink. When I got up this morning, he was still in his room. He stayed in my room all night...

These words were running around in his mind, repeated rumblingly, until he was a little dizzy, and there was a faint throbbing pain in his forehead.

At this time, Feng Ling suddenly pulled out a few broken fragments from his mind. He threatened the monk aggressively with a sword not to let him go. When he finally got him back and was about to leave, he was hugged by him with a shameless face. The sleeves pretended to cry and refused to let go.

Enough is enough, he has already deeply realized that being drunk is a mistake, Feng Ling slowly stretched out his hand to cover his face, and the whole person nestled on the bed and fell into a gloomy aura.

After confirming that he was sober and all right, Yuechen looked away lightly, stood up from the futon, tidied up his sleeves, then turned around and said the first sentence of the morning to Fengling.

"Since Young Master Feng is fine, the poor monk can go back." With a bland sentence, without any emotion, Feng Ling raised his head from his emotions, and secretly glanced at the tall man standing in the room. monk.

Yuechen lived up to his reputation of being self-cultivated in the past, he was tortured so innocently for most of the night, and he couldn't see any dissatisfaction and resentment, but Feng Ling seemed to be able to see a bit of calmness from it——

He carefully looked at Yue Chen's expression suspiciously, he still had that indifferent ice face, and when he saw his gaze fell on him, he gave him a cold glance.

It's all an illusion, Feng Ling secretly thought.

He nodded, indicating that he had heard, got out of bed and put on his robe, sincerely thanked the mage for taking care of him last night, and bowed in salute.

Hearing this, Yuechen looked at him carefully again, with a hesitant expression on his face, as if he had considered for a long time, before he opened his mouth and said, "Drunkenness is a waste of time, and it is not easy to practice. It is better for Young Master Feng to drink less in the future." .”

Hearing such euphemistic advice from the monk, Feng Ling naturally felt well.

"However," he suddenly turned around and whispered, "If you want to drink in the future, Young Master Feng can still invite poor monks to drink with you." Banhe Bansong, who waited for the young master to get up in the house, brushed away.

Feng Ling didn't understand anything, and touched his forehead in confusion, what did Yue Chen mean, was he the only one who could stand up to his drunken madness?

Outside the door, Bansong & Banhe who only bowed to Yuechen in reflex just now: "..."

"Master, where did he come from?" Banhe turned his head hesitantly, and asked Bansong who was also stunned.

Hearing his brother's question, Bansong recalled the scene he saw last night when he and Banshi were exchanging the wind, and his body trembled. Put it in the hands of Banhe.

"I suddenly remembered something urgent. You go in first, and I'll come later!" He said a reason quickly, half loosening his feet and about to run away.

"What's the hurry?" The slow voice came from the front, and the relaxed and natural tone fell into Ban Song's ears and became a reminder.

He turned around to look at his young master with a bitter face, seeing his face with a smile on his face, his feet softened, and he knelt down with a plop, "Young master, I don't see anything and don't know anything! "

Feng Ling didn't think about what to do: "..."

Banhe looked confusedly at the brother who suddenly knelt down begging for mercy, and then at the unpredictable young master standing at the door. Although he didn't understand anything, he also bent his knees hesitantly, and was about to follow Ban Song knelt down together.

Feng Ling wrinkled his face, and was twitched by his unreliable subordinate. He waved his hand and said impatiently, "Okay, there's nothing to punish you. Kneeling or kneeling, hurry and get out with me."

The two stood up straight tremblingly, and entered the house with the toiletry set and the official duties delivered today, waiting for the young master who had gone through all kinds of troubles early in the morning to wash and change clothes.

Feng Ling picked up the official booklet with one hand, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, he remembered the dream he had last night, put down his teacup, and beckoned Ban Song over with the other hand, "Ban Song, check something for me..."

An hour later, Feng Ling reappeared in front of Yuechen's wing in a clear and refreshing manner, and asked Banhe to knock on the monk's door.

Just as Yuechen opened the door, before he had time to take a look, he said a word, which made him frown instantly and his expression became serious.

"Master, there is something wrong with the remnant scroll of Blood Night Styx."

After a while, several people were sitting in the main hall, watching Fengling make tea in an orderly manner.

"Cough, young master..." Bansong saw that Master Yuechen had been looking at his young master without blinking, obviously he had paid attention to his words just now.

Feng Ling glanced away and saw that everyone's eyes were focused on him, so he slowly shared the tea, but he said a serious topic that did not match the relaxed movements of his hands, "I suspect that in the bloody night Styx scroll , sealed a trace of remnant soul."

"Ka——" There was a soft sound, but it was Yuechen who put the teacup in his hand on the table, showing a nervous and focused expression which was rare.

He stretched out the book, pressed Feng Ling's wrist, and involuntarily let out a trace of spiritual power to enter, inspected Feng Ling's body carefully, and then said, "Don't reject me in the sea of ​​consciousness."

Feng Ling subconsciously followed suit, but at this moment he felt a trace of spiritual power that did not belong to him wandering around in the sea of ​​consciousness, and quickly came out of his body again.

"Nothing unusual." Yuechen seemed relieved, let go of his hand, picked up his teacup again, and didn't care about the blank expressions of others.

Fengling coughed twice, drawing back the attention of his embarrassing subordinates, leaving Yuechen's sudden action behind him, and trying his best to bring the topic back to his own discovery.

"It's really nothing. From what I can see, the remnant soul doesn't seem to be conscious. It just showed me some broken memories."

"Memory?" Yuechen asked in surprise.

Feng Ling nodded, and then showed a somewhat unpredictable expression. He slowly stroked the teacup in his hand, lowered his eyes and sipped the tea, and then said, "The memory is too weird, and the age seems to be particularly strange. long ago, and—”

He lengthened the ending, paused, and then continued: "Everyone calls him, Venerable."

Yuechen paused with his thumb holding the rosary in his hand, and the worry in his heart became more and more serious. Venerable, those are the respectful titles given to those who were at the top of the cultivation world during the saint period. Since the decline of the saint era, there has been no People use such titles.

"And this Venerable seems to have a famous sword tower in the Three Realms, and there is also a bosom friend named Sanskrit."

Listening to Feng Ling's supplement, Yuechen's eyes were locked tightly, as if he remembered something.

Seeing his reaction like this, Feng Ling didn't think it was strange, he just put down the teacup in his hand, and smiled strangely, "Because of the familiarity, I asked Bansong to check based on these, but found out some Unbelievable stuff."

"If I am not mistaken, the remnant soul who left the memory is Ling Jinglan, the sword demon who cut off the ladder to heaven with a single sword 300 years ago, and his close friend is your Buddhist disciple of Shaolin, Sanskrit.

The author has something to say:

Finally wrote this, so difficult!

Hehe, it's been hard work, the plot has progressed here, everyone who should appear on the stage has appeared, and the big show is on!

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