Chapter 224: [Dragon Mountain] A Gentleman's Promise

"" Nangong Si Acquisition, " Mother "

"The deed of the demon dragon can only be strengthened by the living sacrifice of the blood of the Nangong family." Rong Yan said, "Only you, or him. So of course he is a pawn, a walking corpse, and what's more, what makes him worthy of living? He has been unfaithful to his husband, lenient to his father, and disrespectful to his king. Who knows why Nan Gongxu's kindness relieved him of the curse of the fruit of death and made him a fool."

Nangong Si was frozen in place, as if he too had become a pawn, stiff and immobile.

"Nangong Si, I can't help myself, I can't do anything. Now only you can throw him into the dragon soul pool, blood into the pool his one cheap life, then we can exchange the peace of all people, also count his death merit"

Before he could react, he heard someone shouting from the dragon pool, "What's going on? Where did these beetles come from?"

Beetle

Immediately afterwards, there were screams and shouts from the hall and the barking of Xue Zhengyong Jiang Xi and the others. Rong Yan said anxiously, "As soon as possible, the blood contract of the dragon's tail has been broken, and there are still two more contracts to go, so even if we throw him into the pool of blood, it won't help."

Nangong Si was snapped out of her head.

"What is there to hesitate about," said Rong Yan, "he is the one who has brought the Confucianism School to this state, Nangong Si, wake up.

She suddenly lost her voice in mute silence.

Immediately afterwards, her eyes rolled up slightly and her pupils contracted sharply. Xu Shuanglin seemed to finally be unable to bear it and controlled her with the most vicious spiritual power.

Rong Yan is no longer conscious of himself.

A dreamlike look returned to her face as she slowly rose and walked towards the side of "bliss", back to the inconspicuous spot where she had started, her eyes empty, murmuring: "Nangong Si told Mother that the world was ruined without frustration, and the previous sentence. What is it?"

Nangong Si is shivering.

He shivered on his knees, he was not controlled by anything, but he felt that there was no way out anywhere in the net of heaven and earth.

The world is praised but not persuaded, and the world is destroyed but not discouraged.

That's what his Mother wanted him to do, so hard.

It's really hard.

Whether it was memorising the obscure Prowler as a child or making him have to hit the red heart nine times out of ten arrows, it was all too hard and too difficult.

Now she tells him that she will use his father's blood to fortify Dragon Mountain's blood covenant.

He listened to the wailing outside, knowing just by the sound of the awakening dragontail beetle how horrible it would be, and he thought of Ye Wangxi, who was still fighting the tide of snakes alone in the darkness, waiting for him to find out everything and go back as soon as possible.

" Nangong Si," murmurs the mother behind her.

He slowly drew his long sword and walked towards Nan Gongliu.

Hate.

How can you not hate

He looked at the man

How can you not hate him?

He ripped out his mother's heart alive, fornicated with the head of Jiangdong Court, victimized Master Li of Jade Lake Villa, and left the Confucianism School in ruins, leaving him and Ye Wangxi in a state of fear and with nowhere to return to, just like a lost dog.

The sword is raised and the light of the snow reflects the face of Nan Gongliu.

The face, which is no longer young, bears a touch of the peace and calm that only a child can have.

Nan Gongliu looked at Nangong Si, so Nangong Si's hands shook and he looked away and he said, "You get up."

"Who are you? Why do you want me to get up? I want to sit here, I want to wait for His Majesty."

"What Your Majesty" Nangong Si bellowed up at him, his heart bursting, blood rushing through his veins, pulsating, "that's your brother coming into his own Nan Gongliu that's your brother"

"It is the brother and the sire." Nan Gongliu was shocked and shrank back into a ball, "Don't be so mean, you you why are you crying?"

Did I cry?

Nangong Si thought in a daze.

Did I I cry?

Bitter, salty tears rolled down and, along with the sword, fell to the ground.

Nangong Si suddenly dropped to his knees and was already howling.

Why this is so

He hated him, and he thought he could really hate him enough to force his father to follow him to the Pool of Dragon Souls and recast the blood contract between Dragon Mountain and Wang Li.

Why shouldn't he hate the man in front of him for making him homeless and destroying his family?

But

But I can't really do it.

When the sword light illuminated the man's face, when he saw the wrinkles in the corners of his eyes, all he could think of, surprisingly, was

It was when I was very young and stumbled after Nao Baijin in the Xiaoyue meadow.

The legs were unsteady and he ended up running and falling.

Rong Yan stood in front of him and said to the wailing man, "Stand up for yourself."

It hurts.

But it really hurt, he struggled and tried, but he couldn't get up.

He held out his hand, pleading with his mother to hug him once and pull him along.

But Rong Yan didn't reach out, never did.

Finally it was another large, warm hand that lifted the tiny man from the ground and carried him into his arms, where the sunlight poured down and he saw a face.

A young, gentle, gentlemanly, always loving and kind face.

"Oh, we Nangong Si do need help once in a while." This man stroked his fine, soft hair, his eyes gentle, "What do you need a father and mother for if you're all getting up on your own"

That is the earliest, earliest memory Nangong Si has of his father.

The only living person in this vast, claustrophobic hall full of the living dead hobbled and stumbled, climbing up on his own.

He climbed up, but soon fell to his knees again.

He kowtowed three times in the direction of Rong Yan, then rose again and turned to go.

Suddenly, the sleeve of his shirt was tugged.

The person who pulled him was Nan Gongliu.

""

Nan Gongliu fished an orange out of the basket, handed it to him, thought about it, peeled another slice and passed it directly to his lips.

"Don't cry, although I don't know what you're going to do. But the oranges are sweet and especially delicious. I picked them, so you can taste them."

Nangong Si didn't want to eat it, but the clove was right on his lips and Nan Gongliu handed it to him, just as he had done countless times when he was a child.

The sweet and sour juice spread between his lips and teeth, and Nangong Si wiped his tears from his eyes before finally making up his mind to throw down his sword and turn around and stride out of the front hall.

He arrives at the pool of dragon souls in the midst of the chaos.

The dragon tail beetle was so fierce that many monks had already died in battle and blood was flowing on the ground. As the insects were too small, Chu Wanning Jiang Xi and the other great masters could only protect a few people behind them, and the scene was as redundant as if they were in a boiling soup or a wok.

No one noticed Nangong Si coming in.

He walked into the hall.

A few hours ago, he lost his spirit core and thought he would be relegated to a life of mediocrity as a mortal from then on.

At this moment, I suddenly felt that fate knew his heart was high, and although it was not generous to him, in the end, it was not too thin for him.

The only thing I owe

His eyes fell on the canopied hole leading to the beckoning platform.

Ye Wangxi .

Nangong Si suddenly smiles.

Fortunately, in the end, he did not have time to say thank you to her for not leaving him, for her unwavering determination. Fortunately, he did not have the time to tell her that he had finally read her kindness, her affection, and was willing to stay with her from then on.

Otherwise, it would be a waste of time to get someone else's girl involved.

"Flutter."

So what then?

He did not finish his thought, and if he thought again, he would probably never have the courage to do so again. He did not finish his thought, so the pool of boiling blood swallowed him up; he did not finish his thought, so he turned into bones and melted into ashes.

The last thing he managed to do was to untie the arrow pouch from his waist and throw it, embroidered by his mother, to the edge of the pool with the wailing demon wolf Nao Baijin inside.

Nangong Si felt as if he was still conscious the moment he melted into ashes, but without pain, as if he heard clearly the sound of the arrow's capsule falling safely to the ground, the whimpering of Nao Baijin, and as if he heard Chu Wanning call out his name, with a rare loss of composure.

He wanted to respond.

He wanted to respond with.

Master

I recognise you.

How could I disown you.

In fact, I can remember the year when I knocked down the ritual of worship under the flowering tree.

But you wouldn't have me.

I had my pride and self-respect, and I was afraid that you might not see my roots, so I pretended that I was too young and had forgotten.

Later you were willing to admit me, but I was also afraid of getting you involved

Now it's good.

I have a master, I gave Mother a backpack, Ye Wangxi and Nao Baijin are fine.

By the way, I never thought I would get to eat a slice of orange before I died.

The man himself peeled it

It's the same kind of orange that Taste fed me as a child.

So sweet

The spirit of Nangong Si is suddenly scattered and everything fades away, everything is a ghost of the past, an old dream, all gone.

Attributed to the blood covenant.

The dragon soul pool suddenly burst into a dazzling light, and wherever the light went, the dragon chanting and sword whistling destroyed all the dragon tail beetles, the dragon scale slithering snakes, and the dragon tendrils holding the tide of corpses outside, shattering them into ashes and pieces.

When Ye Wangxi rushed out of the cave, drenched in blood, he saw Nangong Si's final fall into the pool, the pool of blood lit by dragon light, all the monks looking at it, Nao Baijin whimpering and helpless at the edge of the pool, and Chu Wanning bending over Nao Baijin

Her sword fell to the ground with a clang.

" Si "

A voice so loud that it split the sky

By now Ye Wangxi was covered in wounds, and she took a few staggering steps forward, before she could reach the pool of blood, or even shed a tear, when the grievous injuries and madness finally overwhelmed her. The snake venom spread through her body, and her bones and blood were cold and chilled.

" Si "

Step by step she staggered over, her lips bruised and opened and closed, choking back tears that slid down her face. But she couldn't hold on any longer and she fell heavily onto the cold brick surface.

There were blackouts in front of her eyes, but she was still picking at the ground with her bloodstained fingers, trying to crawl forward and move.

Knowing full well that it is too late.

Ming Ming saw Nangong Si leap into the dragon soul pool.

It was clear that everything was over.

But how can I resent it? How can I resent it?

It was as if if by clinging to the edge of the pool, the man would return, as if by clinging for just a moment longer, Nangong Si would be able to return to her.

He said so.

In front of the snake pit, he had clearly promised

He said, "It's too dark here, I know you don't like it, hang in there for a while, I'll be back soon.

Tears rolled down my face.

And so she persisted, even with clenched teeth, and little by little, drowsily, creeping and spasming, she crawled to the pool of dragon souls, which had come to a halt.

I'm coming.

What about you?

It's dark in front of you, it's cold around you, are there any more evil spirits coming, are there any more poisonous snakes to offend, can you turn back with a paper talisman to suppress them, as you did in the old days, in a mighty manner.

Say one more thing to me, "Come with me, I'll protect you."

" Nangong Si Si" she choked out, finally becoming a howl and letting out a loud cry, "You come back, a gentleman's word, you keep your word, you come back"

But the cries didn't last long. The toxins and trauma finally consumed her and the last thing she did before she lost consciousness was to reach out and touch the wall of the dragon's soul pool, as if she could catch the hem of the man in the pool and keep him with her.

Everything was about to get better, and Si's spiritual core tyranny could be curbed, and everyone didn't hold a grudge against them anymore.

But darkness came again, and this time, for her, there might never be a dawn again.

" Si "

Ye Wangxi murmured and finally closed his eyes slowly.

The evil spirit of the demon dragon was finally suppressed, Nangong Si sacrificed his flesh and blood to strengthen the bond that was about to be broken, and the pool of dragon's blood, infused with Nangong Si's soul, could no longer be destroyed by Xu Shuanglin.

It's all over.

Dragon Mountain no longer has a blade of grass or wood at Xu Shuanglin's disposal, and Nangong Si does not have the Tongtian ability of Nangong Changying, but in the end it is he who cuts away Xu Shuanglin's sharpest talons.

No one spoke, only the subtle ones of the previously wounded could be heard.

As the glow from the pool of dragon blood fades, Mo Ran walks over to Chu Wanning, his head bowed, his eyes closed, the hand holding Nao Baijin pale and cold, veins of pale blue bulging out from beneath his skin as he holds back.

"Master."

Chu Wanning said nothing, and he finally just put Nao Baijin next to Ye Wangxi, along with Nangong Si's arrow sac.

He rose, moisture in his eyes, but it froze into frost when he looked into the tunnel leading to the beckoning platform.

Without a word, a golden light flowed from the heavenly question in his hand as he walked towards the darkened tunnel.

Mo Ran followed him, and the disciples of the Top of Death and Life followed in silence.

No one asked and no one spoke.

They all knew exactly what it meant to take the lead, but they all went along, one by one, and no one backed down. Then came Snow Walk Palace, Lonely Moonlit

Before Jiang Xi entered the canal, he ordered a few disciples to heal and guard, saying, "You stay here and take good care of the wounded, especially Aunt Ye Niang. If those who are not dead lose their lives again, you will lose all your salary for a whole year."

"Yes, Master."

The door to the soul-searching platform has been opened, and the journey has brought them to the final piece of the Confucianism School's Ancestral Palace of Heaven

At last we arrive, the place of ritual invocation.

Invocation Terrace.