Chapter 225: [Dragon Mountain] Laughing at Me

Chu Wanning was the first to emerge from the tunnel, and unlike the narrow interior of the tunnel, he took the last stone step and was greeted by a large, empty plateau, the end of which was hard to see, like a clearing floating in the sky.

The moon is in the sky, the terrace is deserted, no grass is growing, and when you look at it, you can see a gust of wind and a haze of clouds.

Xu Shuanglin.

The people behind them came out one by one, but they were all stunned the moment they saw Xu Shuanglin, and Xue Zhengyong was even more shocked: "How is this what's going on?"

Someone else drew a breath and said quietly, "Oh my God, how could this happen?"

"Is he dead or alive?"

As Mo Ran walks towards him, the closer he gets, the more chilling and bone chilling the sight becomes. Xu Shuanglin is sitting cross-legged on the ground, his eyes closed. The right side of his body is completely decomposed, with no human form at all, and the stench of pus and black water gushing from his body is overwhelming. In front of him and behind him, five Shenwu, with their fierce aura of evil, are stuck.

Mo Ran's fingertips curled uncomfortably - he saw the point of no return.

The light green glow from the ground, which is stabbing deep into the ground, finally joins the light from the other four weapons in a stream that pours into Xu Shuanglin's heart, illuminating Xu Shuanglin's jagged, thin face with a shimmering light and darkness.

Behind Xu Shuanglin, a dark cloud of smoke and mist hovers and twists, as if it were some kind of boundary about to take shape.

The others followed one after another.

Huang Xiaoyue murmured incredulously, "This is this is the art of the martial soul"

Xue Meng did not know what the Martial Spirit Technique was, and was just about to ask his father when he turned his head and saw Xue Zhengyong's face turn white. Obviously, he did not believe that anyone could actually use such a technique.

"What the hell is this?"

Xue Meng was obviously not the only one who didn't know about the Martial Spirit Technique, and there were other juniors asking in a soft voice.

Chu Wanning stared at Xu Shuanglin's face and said, "The art of the martial soul is to offer one's soul to the blood-stained Shenwu, to make a pact with the Shenwu, to swear that after death one's soul will be torn apart and devoured by the spirit of the Shenwu's weapon, to become a sacrifice for the quenching of the Shenwu. "

"A living sacrificial weapon" Xue Meng was stunned, "Why would you do that?"

"Because he doesn't have enough spiritual power." Chu Wanning said, "This was a way to quickly and dramatically increase his strength. He offered his soul to Shenwu, and Shenwu, in turn, lent him his power."

As we were talking, a quiet sigh was suddenly heard.

Almost everyone can't help but take a step back as Xue Meng Dragoncity sheathes her sword and stares intently into Xu Shuanglin's face.

Xu Shuanglin opened his eyes slowly, and in the moonlight he lifted his face, half as usual, half a stinking puddle of mud.

" Master Chu Gentlemen, you have sought it after all."

Supporting himself on the ground with one hand, he staggered to his feet, his gaze sweeping over faces that were either wary, disgusted, or in awe.

He did not care, and the one eye that was still normal swivelled, and there was even a malicious grasp and an evil look in it. But he swept round and round again, not finding the man's presence, and the smirking malice on his face froze and disappeared.

Xu Shuanglin bellowed, "Where is Ye Wangxi?"

Xue Meng said angrily, "You are worthy to mention her name"

"What have you done with her?"

Xue Meng was even more furious: "What do you care? You're such a heartless, fleshless person, what face do you have to hang on to Ye Wangxi "

The word "miss" seemed to provoke Xu Shuanglin, who at first froze, then narrowed his eyes and seemed to slowly calm down, "No, it's ridiculous that I would miss."

Jiang Xi said morosely, "What's the point of talking so much to him?"

With his right hand raised, the Snow Phoenix Sword appeared in his palm and was about to slash down at Xu Shuanglin when a black shadow, as fast as lightning, cut off his attack.

Jiang Xi raised his eyebrows and gritted his teeth, "Why is Patriarch Mo stopping me?"

"I have something to ask him" Mo Ran said turning around, a complex light shining in his eyes, he pursed his lips and originally seemed to want to say more but what finally came out was only four words, "Where is your accomplice"

Xu Shuanglin Slow and easy he actually did this and managed to slow rub his toes.

So Mo Ran noticed that he wasn't wearing shoes again today.

"I told you it was my accomplice." Xu Shuanglin showed his white teeth and smiled, the half smile still looked brilliant, with a hint of mockery, "Then you should know that I will never tell. I, Xu Shuanglin, know a little of the righteousness of the jianghu, you heroes and gentlemen, so don't bother with this."

He gave the ghost in Mo Ran's hand a deliberate look and added, "There's no need to use any other interrogation method, just cut off your tongue with your hand and I'll always have a way of not telling the truth."

Xue Meng looked dismayed: "You, a man like you has the nerve to talk about jianghu righteousness"

"Strange, why can't I talk about the righteousness of the jianghu" Xu Shuanglin said, "Friends helping each other, brothers being friendly, teachers being kind and disciples being filial, the good enjoying peace and quiet and the evil being punished, this is the way the world should be. Do you think you are the only ones who can understand this?"

Xue Meng was stunned by his wall-to-wall cheek and pointed at him, "You are a brother and a disciple."

Xu Shuanglin said slowly and deliberately, "Yes, how"

"You are the one who fought with your brothers, you are the one who encouraged Nan Gongliu to eat Luo Fenghua's spiritual core, you have done all the bad things, and you can still say with such a straight face that this is the way the world should be."

In response to Xue Meng's series of questions, Xu Shuanglin grinned and did not deny them, but suddenly said, "How old are you, little brother?"

"What are you asking that for?"

"It's fine if you don't tell me." Xu Shuanglin looked him up and down and said, "I see that you are about twenty years old. A man of twenty is always full of enthusiasm and innocence, standing proudly between heaven and earth, thinking there is nothing he cannot do."

He paused and smiled broadly, "It couldn't be a better age."

The glow of Shenwu on the ground continued to flow, continuing to give him the strong spiritual power with which he maintained his manipulation of the thousands of Zhenlong pieces and fought against their backlash, but even so, the skin on his body was festering little by little at a rate visible to the eye.

Xu Shuanglin was unimpressed, he seemed unable to see his own body being consumed by the fury as he paced back and forth in front of the coiled knot behind him, "Twenty years old you know what I was doing when I was about your age"

"What else could you be doing?" Xue Meng said with indignation, "Who doesn't know what you've done? You took away the ring and became the head of the Confucianism School instead of your brother. If I had done what you did at the age of twenty, I would have died at the age of twelve."

When Xue Zhengyong saw his excitement, he was afraid that he would attract Xu Shuanglin's attention and that he would be caught in the crossfire, so he said in a low voice, "Xue Meng, you should cut the crap."

"Don't." Unbeknownst to him, Xu Shuanglin heard this and waved his hand with a smile, "Go on, why don't you say a few words less"

When Xue Meng saw him laughing, his face was as playful as a parrot flapping its wings and singing on a shelf, he couldn't help but feel his blood boiling and said, "You, you really are shameless and incorrigible"

"What is there to be ashamed of? What you said is nothing." Xu Shuanglin said, "You said that I was deprived of the ring of the sect leader. My brother, who can't do anything, has managed to make a name for himself by relying on a smooth tongue, and those who haven't actually fought him think he's a number one, calling us Confucianism.

"Me and him" Xu Shuanglin smiled at his forehead, "Don't be ridiculous, since I was a child I could beat him with one hand and use all four feet, and I had to be on par with him. Later, while I was trying to get a real name for myself at the Lingshan Mountain Conference, he was trying to get a reputation for being the best in the world.

Xue Meng hesitated but insisted: "Then you didn't have to go this far"

"It's so easy to accuse people of something, but when it's your turn, you turn into a different person, Lingshan Mountain Assembly."

Xue Meng was surprised when he turned the tables on him and froze.

Can he stand it?

"Hundreds of people pointed at you, saying that you were shameless, that the places and applause were all his, leaving you with nothing but a lifetime of injustice, that your hard work and training had collapsed in front of his tongue... that was fair."

"I"

Seeing that Xue Meng was speechless, Xu Shuanglin laughed coldly: "Let's talk about my killing those two sect leaders. One of them was chanting Amitabha Buddha all day long, and the other was a gentleman with a reputation for being a righteous and upright person. Ask the gentlemen, on what grounds should I spare their dogs' lives"

When they heard him say this about their predecessors, their faces turned blue and purple, trying to argue, but unable to do so with any intonation.

"Yeah, they all say when, they all hate to get to the bottom of their grievances, but who am I" Xu Shuanglin said it word for word in anger, but his face was still smiling, laughing in a cloudy way, even a little mocking, "I slap you and then say when the grievance is over. Not let you slap back, would you, baldy"

Someone said in annoyance, " Nan Gongxu, watch your mouth, how can you talk to your seniors like that?"

"I'm your fucking senior too." Xu Shuanglin laughed, "Watch your mouth, too, little boy. "

""

Huang Xiaoyue twirls his whiskers and says: " Nan Gongxu "

Before the words were out of his mouth, the other man made a stopping gesture and tugged at the corner of his half-sound, half-rotten mouth, "Let's discuss, can you call me Xu Shuanglin I don't like the name Nan Gongxu."

Huang Xiaoyue flicked his sleeve: "Even if you wanted to seek justice, you should have paid for killing the two sect heads long ago, so what's the point of gouging out the eyes of so many people?"

Xu Shuanglin was pleased to say, "Once upon a time I reasoned with you. But no one listened to me."

He paused and laughed heatedly, "And then what happened, I became a madman and you guys had to drag the madman into a black and white argument, you decent people ah funny." He croaked and clapped his hands, "That's so funny."

Mo Ran, who had been standing next to me, suddenly asked, "So, you're asking for justice yourself, right?"

"" Xu Shuanglin's gaze moved up an inch to Mo Ran's face.

The two of them stared at each other on the stone platform in the cold wind.

In Mo Ran's eyes, Xu Shuanglin's shadow fades, as if he is not seeing the man with his decaying limbs in front of him.

Through Xu Shuanglin, he saw another shadow, wearing a bejewelled crown and a black and gold embroidered robe, and he saw the Fairy Tramper emperor, his former self.

"On our way here we met Nan Gongliu, who called you sire, and you ordained yourself a god." Mo Ran said, "You became the emperor in this heavenly palace, ruling the power of judgment. Whatever you say is right is right, and whatever you say is wrong is wrong, and you are the judge of life and death.

Xu Shuanglin is silent for a moment, then sneers.

So Mo Ran saw Fairy Tramper sneering, his pale, handsome face covered in scorn.

"So what if it is? As you can see, there was a time when I believed in you and other decent people and in the so-called fairness of the world, but what happened?"

He paused and paced back and forth in front of Shenwu's formation, his eyes shining with a stirring light: "It is you, who worship cowards as heroes and trample them underfoot. It is you who treat effort like dirt and build latrines into altars of God. You are the ones who see flattery as friendliness and pride as a frame, who do all the evil things and trample me into the mud, and then tell me that even if I have suffered more sins, even if I have been planted in a fraternal quarrel, even if I have not been clothed and humiliated, that is my own business, and that I should not take it out on innocent people, no matter what.

Mo Ran saw Fairy Tramper's sneer grow exaggerated and gradually turn into a sardonic grin.

"You are not the one who is accused of a thousand things, you are not the one who carries a trumped up charge, you can certainly say all the pretty things on earth while I, in my own way, am merely seeking a world of righteousness."

"Mo Ran stood opposite the Fairy Tramper Emperor and asked, "How many people have you killed for the sake of your own right to the world? You have made yourself an emperor, with bones and blood at your feet, and have you never had a single moment of repentance?"

"What is there to repent for. I killed them, but I will give them a chance to be reborn, and they will all become pawns under my command, and from now on I will be in control of what they do, and from then on black and white will be clear, and good and evil will be distinct.

Mo Ran was silent for a moment and said, "It seems that you have really made yourself a ruler to measure the earth."

"I am this ruler."

Xu Shuanglin standing hungrily in the wind.

He is the Nan Gongxu of all people.

It's the Fairy Tramper to Mo Ran.

He said, "Look at the front hall, don't you think that the beautiful and virtuous live in peace and happiness, while the ugly are burned in fire and fried in woks? Whoever has stabbed someone, let him make it up to them, and let him pay for it in blood."

Mo Ran: "You're so proud of yourself."

Then he heard Fairy Tramper reply, "Why should I despise myself? In my opinion, that's the best karma there is."

No one spoke again for a while.

The crowd was, by and large, shocked by Xu Shuanglin's crazy comments.

Before they came, many people thought Xu Shuanglin was probably doing all this for power, for personal vendettas, that sort of thing.

None of them expected that Xu Shuanglin would feel that he was doing the right thing, for the sake of justice and fairness.

But who in this world can be the fairest ruler, even Tianyin Pavilion, the heir of the gods, may not be able to do so.

Mo Ran stood still, and after a moment, some peace finally returning to him, he looked at the Fairy Tramper standing against him.

The tassel disappeared and the handsome face sunken and charred.

He blinked; the person in front of him was Xu Shuanglin, not the Fairy Tramper Emperor. It was only because Xu Shuanglin was so similar to what he had done in his previous life that he had the illusion that he was talking to himself from a distance, through time and space.

"Good, then can I understand that the pawns in the great hall, you let them retain their minds in life even if their spiritual power supply is insufficient, you build your own boneyard in this heavenly palace, from then on you are a god or a buddha, an emperor sire, you divide the world into two, good to the good way and evil to the evil way, this is the fairness you want."

He spoke the passage.

At the same time, many fragments of Xu Shuanglin's memory flew through his mind like a blizzard of snow.

In a previous life, Xu Shuanglin died by the sword in order to save Ye Wangxi.

Xu Shuanglin, standing barefoot and smiling, teasing a parrot in the Sansei courtyard.

Xu Shuanglin, who asked his brother for a slice of orange as a reward, by Jin Chengchi.

The orange tree on Dragon Mountain, Nan Gongliu, whose mind had returned to the purity of youth, Luo Fenghua, who had been snatched back from the infernal hell, were all strung together in a mountain of thoughts.

Mo Ran lifted his dark eyes, which were neither mocking nor contemptuous, but simply looked at him quietly: "Am I right, Nan Gongxu?"

"Call me Xu Frost."

"No, your name is Nan Gongxu." Mo Ran took a step forward, he looked at the man with festering bones, he knew that no one in the room knew better than himself what Nan Gongxu was thinking at this moment, they had both been pushed to the edge, Fairy Tramper in a previous life, Xu Shuanglin in this one, the same.

He is a man of great insight, who watches the slightest change in Xu Shuanglin's face without missing a beat.

He paused and suddenly dropped his eyes.

"It's so cold and the ground is so cold." Mo Ran whispered, " Nan Gongxu, why don't you wear shoes"

The smile on Xu Shuanglin's face froze for a moment, but he quickly froze the twinkle back into solid gold: "I don't wear what I want."

"Don't you just love it when Ye Wangxi asks you that"

""

"That day when I went to the Sansei, the first time I saw you, you were not wearing shoes." Mo Ran said, "It was she who later instructed you to put them on, and you had such a satisfied look on your face that I'm afraid you didn't even notice it yourself."

Mo Ran gazes at Xu Shuanglin's face.

That was the answer he had been speculating about when he was on Feihua Island, watching the Linyi fires and smoke rolling across the river.

" Nan Gongxu, you always wanted someone to notice your bare feet and wanted someone to talk to you "

A sudden flash of fear crossed the face of the ever-smiling Xu Shuanglin and he actually took a step back, his nose wrinkling and his face grimacing, "You shut up."

Naturally Mo Ran would not shut up as he looked at Xu Shuanglin and what was only speculation turned into reality in Xu Shuanglin's sudden and violent reaction.

When Mo Ran looked at him, he felt that he was not seeing Xu Shuanglin, but himself in his previous life, in a dark and troubled place with nowhere to go.

"Put your shoes on, the ground is cold."

Xu Shuanglin suddenly leapt up like a cheetah, the light and shadow of Shenwu scrambled, Xu Shuanglin lunged up in a fury and grabbed Mo Ran by the lapels, the normal hand and the fishy ghostly claw clutched him at the same time, Xu Shuanglin's eyes filled with blood, he gritted his teeth and said: "Shut up you shut up! "

"Okay, one more word before I shut up."

"Don't say it" Xu Shuanglin was almost desperate, he was like a dragon whose scales had been plucked from its head and blood was flowing like water, "Don't say it"

"Ye Wangxi, who really looks like Luo Fenghua."

It was a soft sound, but it drained all of Xu Shuanglin's strength in an instant.

He was dumbfounded and stood bewildered on the ground.

Some of those around them who had seen Luo Fenghua and Ye Wangxi were stunned as they recalled in their minds that these two very different people were not related, or even related in the red earth, one having died and the other having been born, but at this mention they suddenly realised that this was indeed the case.

Ye Wangxi's every action, every move, even his temperament and mannerisms are the same as those of Luo Fenghua, Xu Shuanglin's mentor.

Xu Shuanglin abruptly withdrew his hands from clutching Mo Ran, his fingers twisted, and he buried his face in his palms, his shoulders trembling slightly.

Xue Meng murmured, "Is he he is crying?"

Cry

It won't.

Xu Shuanglin buried his head in his palm, and after a long time, the trembling of his shoulders became more and more pronounced, and a twisted, treacherous laugh escaped from his fingers: "Ha," the laugh widened like a ripple, and he suddenly dropped his hands and laughed wildly, "Ha ha ha ha ha ha, like the nonsense of Master Mo. Have you seen Luo Fenghua? You only saw his corpse once when the infernal hell was opened, and with that one glance you are too confident to say they look like you."

"Since you yourself mentioned the infernal hell and the corpse of Luo Fenghua." Mo Ran said, "Then I ask the question, where is he?"

Xu Shuanglin's eyes were ruthless and his smile tightened abruptly: "What? Where is he?"

"In your state, good and evil are punished, sunk or glorified, all are under your control. But you did not even kill Nan Gongliu in the end, you even lifted the curse of his lingering fruit I do not know why, but since he is there, there is no reason why Luo Fenghua should be abandoned by you. You have run out of spiritual strength and are offering your soul to Shenwu, but Jin Chengchi Peach Blossom Yard has fought you several times, and I know that your strength is not so low as this."

Xu Shuanglin :""

"There is another reason why you can't hold out anymore, apart from the Zhenlong chess game being used too much, and that is also the second forbidden art you have been practising so hard all these years."

Mo Ran paused before the knife finally fell: "Has your reanimation finally brought Luo Fenghua back from the eighteenth level of purgatory?"

He was about to say something when suddenly a white smoke rose from the blackened formation that had been flowing behind him.

Xue Zhengyong is the most experienced and quickest to react: "No, there's something behind that spell."