Chapter 167: Master, I don't want you to be scolded again

The illusion does not disappear because of Nangong Si's suffering, it continues brutally, spreading the flesh and blood of the truth in front of everyone.

By Jin Chengchi, Nan Gongliu crushed his foot against the piranha's face, looked around, and said, "Bastard."

"The beast wanted the Lady's spirit core, and Your Holiness could have not given it." Xu Shuanglin said, "But for the sake of Shenwu, His Holiness sold the Lady anyway."

"Don't be so harsh about selling or not selling. I have had the best doctors on Linling Island come to see her and they all say that her days are numbered. If she were in good health, why would I be willing to give her up to this evil beast?"

Xu Shuanglin raised an eyebrow, and did not speak.

Nan Gongliu stared at the piranha for a moment, suddenly angry and grumbling angrily, "Fate is unjust."

Seemingly not expecting a man of his fame and fortune to blame fate, Xu Shuanglin was somewhat taken aback and actually lost his smile: "What"

"I say that fate is unjust."

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"Why do other people ask for a Shenwu, those rui beasts entrusted with the matter, is to fold a flower and sing a song or something, but here I am, but called a vicious beast, but want my wife's life what can I do what else can I choose"

Nan Gongliu looks indignant.

"When Jin Chengchi asked for Shenwu, as you can see, the attendants were silent and the patriarchs accused. I don't believe that if he had to choose between a dying wife and a powerful Shenwu, he would choose the former."

But Xu Shuanglin laughed: "That's hard to say. Don't look at me like that, I mean it, they're such decent people, you can never guess what they're thinking."

"What else can I think of but that the fame will go down in history and the sea will be added to the praise. Can I not know them"

The more Nan Gongliu thought about it, the more he felt aggrieved, and cursed and kicked the pomfret.

"Since I became the head of the school, I've suffered a lot, not to mention the curse, and I've had to smile at people all day long. It's a good thing I can hold my tongue and suffer humiliation, or I'm afraid I would have died at Chu Wanning's hands the year I sought the sword."

"You're right." Xu Shuanglin was actually still smiling, "I also think Chu Wanning really wanted to kill you back then. But I didn't expect you to be able to persuade him, not only escaping death from his Heavenly Question, but also sealing his mouth so that he didn't make public what you did at Jin Chengchi's side. When it comes to the ability to save your life, I still admire Master Your Mightiness."

"He also knows that the School of Confucianism cannot be in great disorder, so what can he do if he is angry?" Nan Gongliu said. Nan Gongliu said, "Besides, I still have Nangong Si, so it would be less irritating for him to think that his mother died of a serious injury while fighting demons than the truth."

Xu Shuanglin sighed and actually nodded fairly, "No wonder he's leaving, if I were him I should be sick to death of you too."

"You think I want to? Do I have a choice? I've told you," Nan Gongliu said, "that fate is unjust."

At this point, someone quietly looked over to Chu Wanning and muttered, "So Master Chu knew about the incident with Madam Yung."

"He knew and helped Nan Gongliu hide it, and actually didn't tell the world about it."

"He was probably afraid of things, he was only fifteen at the time, and if he did offend the Confucianism School, he wouldn't be able to eat his words."

Someone whispered for Chu Wanning: "I don't think so, he's just missing out on the big picture. Listen to Nan Gongliu, who said that Master Chu didn't tell the truth because he was afraid that Nangong Si would be sad if he found out."

"But he's a bit of a lightweight, whether it's the importance of a child or the integrity of a school's master... Alas, if he had spoken up earlier, the Confucianism School wouldn't be in this position."

"You can't say that, if he had said it back then, Upper Fairy World would have been in chaos, but people make their own choices, and you wouldn't necessarily want to come forward."

"Heh, that's not necessarily true. If it were me, I would definitely come out and point out Nan Gongliu's true colours immediately. If you're going to stand by and do nothing about this kind of thing, you're an accomplice."

Their voices were small, but Mo Ran had good ears and a few of them drifted to his ears, and he was instantly angry and about to argue when his sleeve was pulled.

"Master."

Chu Wanning looked pale and shook his head, "No need for words."

"But that's not it at all. Didn't they understand? How could you make things public in that situation who couldn't prioritise clearly"

Chu Wanning indifferently: "Angry"

Mo Ran nods.

Chu Wanning said: "Something has to be done"

Mo Ran nods again.

Chu Wanning said, "Okay, then you can cover my ears."

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"I have no intention of arguing with it, yet I don't really want to hear it either. You cover it for me, and when they stop talking, you'll let go."

Mo Ran then literally walked up behind Chu Wanning, raised his hands, one on each side, and covered his ears. He looked down at the person in front of him and felt indignant and heartbroken. He really could not understand why, after Chu Wanning had done everything so well, there were still people who were not satisfied with the fact that this man had lived his entire life for the sake of others and had never been selfish for a single day. Many people poke their backsides in

It seems that things are always like this, people tend to be used to being grateful for a single act of kindness by a wicked person, while biting off more than they can chew at the slightest fault of a good person.

In his previous life, Fairy Tramper had killed many people, but one day he took the wrong medicine and gave the Masters of Temple of No Mercy 10,000 taels of gold for each of them, and was praised by people who said that Fairy Tramper had put down the butcher's knife and became a Buddha. He was a man of the world.

As for Chu Wanning, Chu Wanning is an undisputed patriarch, the most benevolent and benevolent immortal in the world, so any hint of wrongdoing on his part is subject to infinite malicious speculation.

How many times has this been the case.

When Chu Wanning did something ruthless, he was angrily accused of being cold-blooded.

When Chu Wanning went soft, there were questions about his fear of trouble.

Mo Ran even heard some people talking about the Butterfly Town case during his five-year travels, and there were voices saying that Chu Wanning was whipping his employer to make a spectacle of himself, hurting mortals.

"He's just a wooden man with no conscience, otherwise you can see how a normal person wouldn't have three or five friends and look at this Chu Wanning, who defected from Master Huai Zui at the age of 15 and has been alone ever since.

"Yes, back then, Butterfly Town, that Chen, no matter how wrong he was, was still an employer, Chu Wanning hit so hard, so disregarded the sect's face, disregarded the rules of the Immortal Sect, I think he was alone and miserable for a long time, his heart was a bit twisted."

Psychological distortions

Who is really distorted

Hasn't this man given enough?

Is it really necessary to squeeze his blood dry, chew his flesh and sacrifice even his bones before it is right and good, before it is worthy of the name of heaven and earth, Master Chu

Mo Ran covers his ears. Chu Wanning is tall and slender, but when he stands in front of Mo Ran today, the top of his head only reaches his chin. Chu Wanning is not a weak man, but when Mo Ran looks at him with his eyelashes lowered, he suddenly feels sorry for him and can't help but feel an infinite amount of love and softness.

More than ever before, he wanted to hold this person.

No lust, just a simple desire to hold him, to give him size and warmth in flesh and blood between this hard earth and sky, that's all.

Chu Wanning is much more comfortable than Mo Ran with the thoughtless questioning and "if it were me, I'd be all over the place".

At this point Jin Chengchi's memory ends, the pieces of it collapsing and regrouping, and Chu Wanning moves his gaze away to Nangong Si.

Nangong Si turned his back on him and remained on his knees, never to stand up again.

Chu Wanning sighs softly.

If he could, he would have wanted Nangong Si to live his life thinking that Rong Yan had died while killing a demonic beast, but after all these years, the paper was still burnt to ashes by the flames.

In Chu Wanning's gaze, Nangong Si, kneeling now, and the child kneeling in the hearse in his memories, overlap in a blur.

The boy was clumsily reciting the procession, but his recitation was very rudimentary and he could never get it right, so he slowly recited it to his mother while wiping his tears.

"There is a fish in the north, and its name is Kun. The Kun is so big that I do not know how many thousands of miles it is; and when it turns into a bird, its name is Peng," he stumbled, and every time he stopped, his tender, young face had a pain that he should not have suffered at that age, "and the world praises it without persuasion, and the world does not discourage it without discouragement, so that the distinction between inside and outside can be determined and debated."

The child's soft voice ended abruptly, he did not carry it down, his little body was trembling gently, like a willow in the wind, he finally covered his face, could not hold back any longer and let out a loud cry.

"Mother, I'm wrong, Nangong Si, I'm wrong, wake up, Mother, I'll never play again, wake up, teach me again, okay?"

It became a text that Nangong Si would transcribe in every morning class, accompanying him from a young child to the spirited son of Confucianism.

Mrs. Yung is gone and can no longer teach him.

Shortly afterwards, Chu Wanning also left and never looked back.

Nangong Si never studied with his teacher, but with this old arrow capsule and the words, "I, Confucianism, am a gentleman who is greedy, deceitful, deceitful, murderous, and plunderous," he grew up to be a very different man from his father in the world's greatest sect.

And by this time, nearly fifteen years had passed since Lady Rong's death.

It was a full moon, and Nan Gongliu was huddled on a couch with a cool mat and a bamboo lady, apparently on a summer day, but Nan Gongliu was wrapped in several layers of thick bedding, shivering constantly, his lips blue.

Chu Wanning patted Mo Ran's hand: "Let go, I want to keep watching."

Mo Ran said, "You can also not look, I'll tell you." He still didn't want to drop his hands from Chu Wanning's ears, but when Chu Wanning slapped them twice, he knew he couldn't resist, so he dropped his hands while glancing around grimly, thinking that if anyone said anything else about Chu Wanning, he would write it down in his head and go after them individually later.

In the vision, Xu Shuanglin walked in through the doorway and gave a crooked and unruly salute. But Nan Gongliu seemed used to it and didn't care, his eyes were bloodshot and he asked, shivering, " Shuanglin, where's the medicine?

"Matched and failed."

Nan Gongliu shouted "Ahhh", she was so scared that her nose and tears flowed together: "How can it be? How can it be? You clearly said that I can't stand it, my bones are like spikes sticking to myself. Don't even think about it."

"It's already closed tight. It's a full moon, even if you don't go out, you'll feel the pain." Xu Shuanglin said, "It's no use, you can't get away."

"I've gone back through the clan scrolls. It doesn't match; this evil curse on you is so vicious that you have to have the same thing to undo it."

"What ever you want I will give you anything just give me the medicine give me the medicine"

Xu Shuanglin said, "I want the spirit core of the spell caster."

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Nan Gongliu turned pale in a flash.

"Spiritual cores you want you want his spiritual cores."

"Yes?"

"You know who cursed me, my good master, that trash and pusillanimous gentleman Luo Fenghua, who usurped my position and whose body was cut to pieces when I drove him from his throne. I even crushed his ashes in the dangerous feng shui of the Blood Pond, sending his soul into the infernal hell where it will never be reborn.

Xu Shuanglin was quiet for a moment, waiting for Nan Gongliu to finish yelling and gradually tending towards despair, a lump in his throat spilling out, before he slowly said, "I have another method, it's just hard to do. Do you want to hear it?"

"Tell me, tell me, tell me."

"Although Luo Fenghua is dead, you should know that it is written in the Book of the Dead that ghosts who have fallen into the infernal hell, although they will never be reborn, will be able to gather their three souls and seven bodies and produce flesh and bones as if they were alive, forming a ghostly foetus, the more tragic the death, the stronger the foetus will be, and some will even grow a giant skeleton outside the foetus to protect the soul. "

"So what if I can't go to the infernal hell and turn his corpse inside out again"

"You can't go, but, he can come." Xu Shuanglin smiled faintly, looking peaceful in the candlelight, as if he were talking about which friend's house he was going to for tea tonight, "The ghost world is separated from the yang world by a boundary barrier, and by aggregating the five great spiritual energies that are so pure, you can tear open the gap between the infernal hells."

"Tearing the gaping hole of infernal hell"

Xu Shuanglin laughed, "That's right, tear open the gap and draw Luo Fenghua's ghostly fetus out, that ghostly fetus is exactly the same as the flesh before birth and also has a spirit core, you eat his flesh and blood and then pull out his spirit core, there is no worry that the curse will not be broken."

After a pause, he added, "It's just that the five great spiritual energies are a bit difficult to gather, it's best if you need a top quality essence spiritual body you don't need to be anxious, allow me to think of another way."

Nan Gongliu opened his mouth to say something else, but all that came out was a horrible wail, and he was shivering violently on his back.

"It really does hurt that much." Xu Shuanglin sighed, "That master of yours must have hated you so much for committing regicide that he would cast such a vicious curse on the ring, it's really pitiful in the sight of God."

"Oooh."

"There, bear with it, it won't hurt anymore when it's light." Xu Shuanglin said, sitting down on the edge of the bed with her legs crossed, one hand on her cheek and one hand picking at her foot, "I'll stay with you, talk with you, distract yourself, you won't be in so much pain."

Nan Gongliu's entire body arched deeper into the blanket, panting uncontrollably inside.

Xu Shuanglin said, "Alas, what about Nangong Si? He was a difficult child too, born with a tyrannical spirit core and prone to demons, which seems to be a chronic problem in the Nangong family.

Nan Gongliu swallowed hard as she huddled under the blanket, "Mmm."

"What are you going to do about it?"

"What to do." Nan Gongliu's voice fought, "His illness, better than mine, is much better to cope with. Later on, when you marry your wife are, you are able to suppress the spiritual flow through dual cultivation. You, it's better to care more about my curse"

"I'm not always concerned about your curse but the more you think about it, the worse the pain will be." Xu Shuanglin thus turned the conversation around again, picking at his toes and laughing, "But would it be too good for the Daoist couple's bodies to double up like that? I've heard that Nangong Si's great-grandmother died at a young age."

"Waste, crap."

"I didn't expect her to die early because of the double cultivation." Xu Shuanglin sighed. Xu Shuanglin sighed, "The Confucianism School is so deep that the Master actually took his wife's life to help himself through the tribulation."

"A woman's life is inherently useless."

Xu Shuanglin laughed, "So down on women, huh?"

"It's not like you don't understand the teachings of the Great Master."

"I don't understand, what did the Too Master say"

" Confucianism School, when led by a gentleman."

"That's right."

"What a gentleman is is a man, got it?"

"Pfft, on a disrespectful note. Master, you are so misinterpreted that you are afraid that you will bring the Great Master to life from the Hero's Grave."

Nan Gongliu shivered and said, "You have never married a wife, you don't understand. Women are of no use, only to carry on the family name, which is their responsibility. My grandmother gave herself up for my grandfather, and she did so willingly"

"Willingly," Xu Shuanglin laughed, "then you must also find someone for Nangong Si who will willingly double with him and die for him."

"It's been searched for."

Xu Shuanglin was stunned: "Who is it? Who is it?" He looked nosy and crawled further into the bed, almost trying to push Nan Gongliu out from under the covers, "Cheng, you actually have someone in mind for the young master of the Confucianism School. You have a young master of the School of Confucianism in mind, so tell me about it."

Nan Gongliu moved deeper into the bed, wrapped in the blanket, and held back the pain for a moment before saying hoarsely, "Your righteous daughter, Ye Wangxi."

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