Chapter 165: Master, it's him

The spirit-infused claw hook retracted violently, bringing out a large swathe of bright red.

Nan Gongliu's lips opened and closed, closed and opened again, unable to utter a word for half a day, as if he had not expected Xu Shuanglin to cut a hole in his back, and only after a long time did he spit out a large mouthful of blood and fall straight to his knees.

"Father" Nangong Si's scream ripped through the sky.

"The Palm"

""The crowd was astonished.

Xu Shuanglin calmly squatted down and carelessly took a fruit out of his dry pouch, stuffed it into Nan Gongliu's mouth and forced him to swallow it.

Mo Ran's eyes were sharp and she paled: "Lingering fruit"

What Xu Shuanglin fed Nan Gongliu was the same lingering fruit that hung from the Feathermen in the Peach Blossom Yard at the time, making it impossible for people to live or die. Xu Shuanglin looked at him, his eyes reflecting the light of the fire, which warmed his eyes.

"Master, I pity you for having lived most of your life, but in the end, you are still a piece of shit at the mercy of others."

Ye Wangxi said creepily, "Righteous Father"

"Even though Nan Gongliu's blood was thicker than water, Nangong Si could not bear to see him in such a miserable state and was furious, he attacked Xu Shuanglin, but he was stopped by Xu Shuanglin with one hand. But he was stopped by Xu Shuanglin with one hand.

Xu Shuanglin rolled his eyes and gave him an icy glance.

"Why should the junior interfere when the elders are talking? Kneel down."

Nangong Si felt a thousand pounds fall on his back and could not stand up.

"She could neither raise her sword against Xu Shuanglin nor stand idly by.

"Who wants to hurt him, he is nothing." Xu Shuanglin turned his gaze back to Nan Gongliu, then he lifted his foot and kicked Nan Gongliu's bloody cheek, "After all these years, now in front of the world's great and powerful, I can't help but catch up with this man."

Nan Gongliu choked and coughed out a mouthful of blood: "What old times? Didn't you tell me that if I could recall Luo Fenghua's spirit from the infernal hell, the curse he had placed on me would be broken and I would be cured and recovered, no longer afraid of the night? You lied to me! You lied to me!"

When they heard these words, the young monks did not react, but those of Xue Zhengyong's generation all paled, and Xue Zhengyong looked fiercely towards the corpse of the young man.

" Luo Fenghua "

"It's Luo Fenghua."

Lying on the ground is the body of Luo Fenghua, the Nangong brothers' master and the short-lived head of the Confucianism School, who usurped the throne years ago.

"You are thinking too well." Xu Shuanglin laughed, "You killed him with your own hands when the curse was broken, and now you've drunk his blood and eaten his flesh, you're so brutal that you still want the curse broken.

"Shouldn't I drink his blood and eat his flesh? Although I sent him to an early death in order to seize power, he left a curse on the Master's ring before he died, so that after I put it on I haven't had a single day of coughing or a normal night in the past ten years or so shouldn't I"

"It's due." Xu Shuanglin's face was expressionless in agreement, "Too well deserved." Suddenly twisting and laughing again, he simply knelt down, lifted Nan Gongliu's face and said, "You did a great job, no one could have done a better job than you, a better job, a more obedient master, no one could have been dumber than you."

He grinned evilly and concluded, "Rubbish."

Xu Shuanglin said, slowly rising, with a warm smile of solemnity and calmness, and spreading his arms, he said cordially to all, "Gentlemen, when the dinner is over, I have an after-dinner snack that I would like to invite you to taste."

Someone shouted angrily, " Xu Shuanglin, what the hell are you doing?"

"It's nothing really, but I just want to ask you to share some interesting things. Confucian Xianxian Xiajie Century, fishy scandals are numerous, and among them, there is one thing that Xu has waited for more than ten years, and today he is going to make it public in front of the whole world."

As he said this, his voice changed from a high pitch to a moderate one.

And then he gently and subtly said, "This is, I'm afraid, the last secret history of the School of Confucianism."

When Nan Gongliu heard him say this, a sudden and intense fear came over him, and he shuddered sharply, his lips trembling, almost unable to speak, only his eyes staring straight at the man standing above the molten stream: "Who are you?"

Xu Shuanglin turned his face sideways and smiled faintly, not answering.

His hand suddenly lit up with a radiance, a dagger appeared in his palm, he gripped it hard and cut the flesh, those blood gushed out from his hand, he dipped it into the blood and drew a formation on his arm, then blew gently and said, "A flat boat in the west window, carrying you to your dreams."

And then he turned back and smiled, "Master, if you want to know who I am, after reading these things, it will be clear to you."

Mo Ran tried to stop him, but was gently stopped by Chu Wanning.

"Master."

"It's not a bad spell, it's a dream return boundary. It's very similar to the kind of spell the Peach Blossom Yard Feathermen have, a spell that allows everyone to see his memories." Chu Wanning said, "Wait a minute and see what he's really going to say."

Xu Shuanglin blew into the wind as the light of the formation flowed, flying higher and higher, unable to stop expanding, and in an instant enveloping the entire Cold Water Lake under the formation. The surface of the lake was soon covered by Xu Shuanglin's memories, as the fragments of memories slowly drifted down from the dome of the sky like sand and powder.

As if the snow had dressed the ground in new clothes, the scene changed as the power of the spell continued to spill out.

Although the crowd still stood unmoving around the cold water lake, the grass and lava faded before them, eventually taking on the appearance of the Confucianism School Feiyao Terrace.

The Feiyao Terrace in this vision is empty, with only two people, one standing and one sitting.

The standing figure is barefoot and casually dressed, his hair is not properly combed and his crown is even slightly crooked, Xu Shuanglin. The seated man is Nan Gongliu, wearing a dark red embroidered robe and a white face.

Nan Gongliu stroked the inlaid jadeite palm trigger finger on his thumb, his face shining with excitement and anxiety.

"Those five Shenwu are ready to go."

Xu Shuanglin said lazily, "You've asked me for the ninth time, and if you ask me for the tenth time today, I'll quit."

Nan Gongliu was shaking his leg because of his impatience: "Well, well, then let us wait for the guests to arrive for Nangong Si's wedding day. Show me the list of offerings again, I want to see how many people are still missing from this list."

Xu Shuanglin tosses him a booklet and Nan Gongliu immediately turns it over, his gaze feverish, like a thirsty man drinking water, turning the pages with a loud clatter. He counted the pages once, and then counted them a second time, his fingers poking at the pages as if he were trying to poke a hole in the booklet.

"It's all here." Xu Shuanglin saw the frantic energy of his recitation and said, "More than twenty people with pure five elements, plus counting the five elemental spirit power guards you have compiled over the years, the power of these people's spirit cores together, and with the help of Shenwu, is not as powerful as using the essence spirit body directly, but it is still enough. It is guaranteed to open the gates of the Infernal Hell."

Nan Gongliu clutched the booklet and nodded unsteadily, "Good."

"But this is the last good opportunity, and if you mess up again, I'm afraid it will be much harder for you to break the curse."

"Never smash"

Xu Shuanglin said lazily, "You should have said, "Never smash."

"Fine, fine, never smash, never smash." Nan Gongliu paused and added, " Shuanglin, I'm still not sure, let's go over the plan again"

"Big brother, you've been right a dozen or twenty times."

Nan Gongliu Whatever: "A few more times, it's always good to be cautious."

Xu Shuanglin looked a little helpless: "Fine, whatever you want."

Nan Gongliu then calculated, "On the eve of Nangong Si's wedding, when all the guests will come to the poetic platform, I will arrange to draw lots for the twenty-one pre-marked chips." He looked up at Xu Shuanglin, "It's your turn next."

"Well, I will ask myself to go with you." Xu Shuanglin had no choice but to agree with him, "Once in the forest, I will lead the sacrifices to the Ganquan Lake and plant the Zhenlong pawns for them, so that they will be obedient and offer their spiritual power to Shenwu. When this has been successfully completed, I will manipulate everyone and launch fuzzy fireworks into the air while ripping open the rift in hell."

"Good, good" unlike Xu Shuanglin's laziness, Nan Gongliu looked excited as he papered over his words, "After I see the fireworks, I will lead the five guards and be the first to join you in the hunting forest in the name of quelling the Heavenly Rift Rebellion, and then we will make the five guards We will also make Zhenlong chess and sacrifice them"

Xu Shuanglin nodded and concluded, "There should be no mistakes."

"There must be no slip-ups." Nan Gongliu tightened his grip on the trigger finger and grimaced, "I've had enough, I've had enough" he muttered for a moment and snapped his head up to ask Xu Shuanglin, " Shuanglin, is there really no problem with not using the essence spirit body in case Shenwu's power is not pure enough"

"Don't worry, these five Shenwu are the best of the best, the pinnacle of the pinnacle, with the ability to move mountains and reclamation, and after they have absorbed the spiritual flow of the sacrifice, they will be successful."

"What if I say, what if the gates of the infernal hell cannot be opened, what if, like Butterfly Town, someone comes out to hinder you from seeing Chu Wanning," Nan Gongliu spat, "what a night Yu Heng Beidou! Last time in Butterfly Town, I killed him by accident, which was a good thing, but I didn't know that Huai Zui was capable of bringing him back to life.

When Mo Ran saw this paragraph, he was furious: the Confucianism School had sent a large number of monks to quell the turmoil in Butterfly Town, and more than a hundred Confucianism School students had died in the melee, which both of them knew very well

So who is the fake Gouchen?

Is it Nan Gongliu, or Xu Shuanglin?

" Chu Wanning didn't deserve to die." Xu Shuanglin in the vision said, "He was a capable man, and it is always a pity that he died so easily."

"So what if he can? I can't stand that arrogant face of his."

"Oh, so I remember, Master Your Mightiness, you met Chu Wanning a few days ago, how was it, coming back from the dead, was his spiritual power damaged"

"I don't know how the spiritual power is, but the temper has not diminished at all." Nan Gongliu hates, "He's so high and mighty, he sees no one. I'm like a dog that's rolled in the mud before him."

Xu Shuanglin laughed, "That's an interesting analogy, Master."

"It's good that you don't mention it, but if you do, I'll be angry. I'm the venerable master of the world's greatest sect, and even if I nod to Chu Wanning, I have to look at his disciple's face. That apprentice of his, the great Master Mo, has no rules and no discipline, and his temperament is even worse than his master's."

He slowed his breath, a malicious gleam in his eyes.

"A good wood essence spirit body, I just hate to abandon Shenwu and use his flesh and blood as a human pillar to sacrifice to heaven and tear open the gates of the infernal hell"

"Jin Chengchi, Peach Blossom Yard, failed twice." Xu Shuanglin said. The only time we managed to lure him in was when he was seriously injured by a Yellow River mackerel, but the boy was lucky enough to be saved by Jiang Xi, who was passing by. Now that Mo Ran is no longer the 16 or 17 year old he once was, no one can touch him. The path of the Essence Spirit Body is not going to work."

"Wait," Nan Gongliu said angrily, "when I break the curse, my power will increase greatly, and then both Master Chu and Master Mo will have to kneel before me and obey my orders."

When Xu Shuanglin heard him say this, he just smiled and did not reply.

Nan Gongliu was angry with himself for a while and gradually calmed down, he took a breath, stared at the ring on his hand and suddenly said, " Shuanglin, five years ago you gave up the search for the essence spirit body, not only because Mo Ran went on a trip to the mountains and his whereabouts were nowhere to be found, right?"

""

As his eyes slowly moved up from the ring, Nan Gongliu said, "And because, as you looked into it, you found out that the earth spirit was Ye Wangxi, didn't you? You couldn't give up your adopted daughter, she was the only family you had in the world."

"I have no family in this world." Xu Shuanglin interrupted him expressionlessly, "What's more, as you know well, Master, the fire attribute spirit body is your son, even if I give up Ye Wangxi, can you give up Nangong Si, Master"

"It's just that." Nan Gongliu waved his hand, looking wan, "Since Shenwu can be replaced, what is there to say, no more, that's all."

"And what if Shenwu is irreplaceable?"

Nan Gongliu was stunned: "What do you mean? You said there would be no mistakes."

"If the only way to successfully open the Infernal Gate is to sacrifice the five living souls to Nangong Si, what would His Holiness do?

Nan Gongliu did not reply, and after a long time, so long that everyone thought this memory was going to end, Nan Gongliu said in a soft voice, "If people don't do it for themselves, they will be killed."

""

When they heard him say this, everyone's face rippled, especially Xue Zhengyong, who loved his son like his life depended on it, and could not understand Nan Gongliu's choice at all, saying angrily, "It is absurd that a tiger does not eat its son, and to sacrifice his own son in order to live is absurd."

And Nangong Si stood frozen in place, his face a little blank, but nothing else, his eyes empty

The scene goes black, and the crystalline remnants of memory whisk and tumble once more, making a chilling, delicate sound as wind chimes clash.

When the illusion was illuminated once more, the sky was high and the clouds were wide, the lofty snow-capped mountains reflected the blinding white light before them, and someone exclaimed, "It's Jin Chengchi "