Chapter 228: [Dragon Mountain] A Void

In the Confucianism School, Xu Shuanglin looks at the golden light drifting in the night, and suddenly feels like the paper he threw into the fire on the snowy night of the Lantern Festival that year.

It burned to ashes in an instant, and only a little starburst remained, burning him through the years.

He is also known as Luo Fenghua, Nan Gongxu and Nan Gongliu.

The ability to be a family member and friend for life.

But Nan Gongxu is no longer here on earth, now it is Xu Shuanglin, the madman, the devil, who has come back from the depths of hell to claim the lives of all decent people on earth.

There is no more Nan Gongxu.

Like his namesake, he floats in the sky and the earth.

As the years grind by, the rocks are also bony and fractured.

Not to mention this tiny willow wisp.

So many years have passed, the willows have grown old, the maples have faded, the flutter is wandering, and what we have seen is not the flowers of the sky, but the blood of the mountains and the hatred of the sky.

But why did he still give Ye Wangxi all that Luo Fenghua had taught him, and why could he not help but feel compassionate when he saw a true gentleman and a good man, and not be able to do it again?

Why

Why you're crying.

Xu Shuanglin knelt down on the spirit platform and finally burst into tears, tears flowing down his ugly, distorted face as he fondled Luo Fenghua's spirit core, finally weeping hoarsely, choking and tearing his heart out as if every inch of sound was being dug out of his throat and blood.

"Master Luo Fenghua"

He was full of madness and hatred, twisted and longing, and he spent his life making a game of it.

Is it just ruined?

He thought of the resentment he felt after the Lingshan Mountain debate, so much so that when his father passed the throne to Nan Gongliu, he became upset and seized the throne in anger.

He remembered the senile, white face of his father during his illness, staring at him incredulously.

"This headship is mine." His hand was strangled around his father's throat, closing it little by little, his expression cold and ruthless, his eyes sparkling with light, " Confucianism School has been in existence for a hundred years, if father does not want to destroy it, I will take it. You are old enough to rest."

"Flosser"

He closed his eyes and didn't allow his father to say any more as the meridians in his hands burst out, only to hear a cold "click", the sound of a snapped throat.

He took off the finger ring of the School of Confucianism and pressed it to his lips.

The trigger finger was cold, but not as cold as his face.

"I only want justice, and if you do not give it to me, I will take it myself. Father, under the nine springs, you need not hate me."

Turn around and walk out.

Scenes change in the recollection.

It was the first night after his usurpation of power, and he was at a loss as to what to do, with his servants sweeping up the blood from the battle, his father dead, the Nan Gongliu family in a watery prison, and all those who had tried to resist him suppressed.

He built a stove in the courtyard and cooked himself a cup of tea. He was alone in the courtyard, and he fondled the glittering palm ring on his thumb.

Since then he has been the venerable master of the School of Confucianism.

The Lingshan Mountain Assembly's outsiders, who had set him up, would be chopped up and killed when they had the chance, but he didn't know what to do with his elder brother, let alone Luo Fenghua.

The twilight is deepening and the golden crows are sinking in the west.

As it was getting dark, Xu Shuanglin finally made up his mind to go to the water prison to see his brother and his master in custody.

With a few attendants in tow, he was halfway down the road when the last glimmer of sunlight was swallowed up by the darkness, and he winced, suddenly feeling a little cold in his body and a little dizzy, too.

"Your Holiness, what is it?"

Waving away the servants who were trying to help him, Xu Shuanglin said, "No matter, I suddenly remembered that I hadn't dealt with something properly, so I'll go back to the main hall first, you don't have to follow me.

Suppressing the pain that was becoming apparent, he pulled the hood of his cloak over his head and strode towards the main hall of the School of Confucianism. Even though he could not bear it any longer, he ran a little further and pushed the door in, then closed it tightly.

"Your Holiness."

"You stand guard at the door, do not come in, do not move, and report to me at any time if there is anything different."

After giving the guards such instructions, Xu Shuanglin stumbled, gasping for breath, deeper into the hall and violently removed his hood, looking down to see that his flesh was cracked and his eyes were covered in hideous sores.

His first thought was that his father had cursed him.

Then he thought it was impossible. The old man had long been terminally ill and did not even have the strength to cast spells, so how could he have done such a thing unknowingly?

What is that all about?

It was so painful, the tendons broken, the flesh hideous, he shivered in spasms against the window, his knuckles pale and twisted, scratching red marks on the ground.

It really hurts too much

He dared not shout, nor did he dare to call the medical officer. The situation was not yet stable, so how could he, as the leader of the rebels, show half an inch of weakness?

He couldn't stop himself from panting lowly in the great hall,, rolling around and twitching in pain. Stomping and kicking, he inadvertently tore off a side of the curtain and landed on him in severe pain.

The moonlight outside the window is obscured.

The pain abruptly eased and he shrank under the curtain in a cold sweat, gasping for breath. After a moment, thinking the pain had passed, he pulled down the curtain again and sat up straight, trying to stand up.

Who knew that when the moon shone, the skin and flesh would open up again and the pain would penetrate the bones.

Xu Shuanglin then realised with a start that he might not be able to see the moon. So he stumbled to his feet, struggled to close the window tightly, and hid in the darkest part of the hall, out of sight.

His breathing gradually calmed down.

The pain is gone and the bloodied flesh is all healing at a rate visible to the naked eye.

Xu Shuanglin felt that something was wrong, so he put on his cloak and rushed to the Cangshu Library, where he spent most of the night searching through his grandfather's bookcase and found a volume of past events

It turns out that Nangong Changying, the first head of the Confucianism School, fought a battle with Gun, and although he finally defeated the beast and subdued it under Jingu Tower, he was struck by Gun's evil curse.

The ancient evil beast is of the yin type and is closely associated with the night and moonlight, so it cursed the Confucianism School's successive masters that whenever they saw the moonlight, their flesh would be torn and the pain would be so intense that it would gnaw at their bones.

And every full moon, when the yin energy is at its peak, it is doubly tormenting to hide in the darkest of places, even if you don't shine in the moonlight.

For centuries, this has been the greatest secret of the School of Confucianism, and successive masters have kept it a secret, lest anyone should take advantage of the situation and not reveal the truth until the last moment, even if it is their own son.

What irony.

He has gone to great lengths to obtain a cursed position of power

The next day, Xu Shuanglin arrived at the water prison.

Nan Gongliu and his wife, Rong Yan, were both held there, while Luo Fenghua was held in another dark room.

He did not go to see Luo Fenghua, but first went to his brother's prison cell.

"What are you doing? What are you doing?" Nan Gongliu was extremely agitated at the sight of him, but his hands and feet were sealed by a spell, so he could not move at all, so he could only kneel on the ground and cry towards his brother, "Are you crazy? to do this?"

After a night of torture, Xu Shuanglin, his face still weak, sneered, "I'm just getting back what's rightfully mine."

""

"You took away my sword skills and destroyed my reputation, I was only twenty years old, Nan Gongliu ." He paused, his eyes cold, "I was only twenty years old, and you showed me a life of bungling."

He walked over slowly, the edge of his robe committed to the ground, before bending his face down and staring into his brother's face.

" Nan Gongliu, a punk like you, all ambitious for power, all wanting to get ahead, what about me" he said slowly, "I'm more diligent than you, more gifted than you, I'm better than you at everything but this mouth of yours."

He cupped Nan Gongliu's jaw and pried his mouth shut with two fingers.

He stared at the slippery, slimy, pale red thing inside there.

"What a murderous, bloodless weapon. Cut it out."

Nan Gongliu's eyes widened in horror, but he could not speak because his mouth was stuck, so he could only whimper and wail, saliva dripping down his face.

"No." Xu Shuanglin snorted, "It's okay if you don't cut out your tongue. For the sake of our brotherhood, I will be merciful if I kill you."

As soon as he let go, Nan Gongliu cried out, "Don't kill me, don't kill me, no, it's just the Lingshan Mountain Congress.

"It is late." Xu Shuanglin took out a snow-white handkerchief and wiped his hands, glancing at him faintly, "Whatever you say now, everyone in the world will only think that you are forced to admit it because of my pressure. The sewage you have thrown on me will no longer be washed away."

Before Nan Gongliu could speak, she heard the sharp, knife-like voice of a woman next to her.

" Nan Gongxu knows you were wronged in the first place, but what are you doing now, killing your own father, taking away the ring from the headmaster, and now killing your brother?" How can you be so cruel?

"Oh, Senior Sister Rong." Xu Shuanglin smiled faintly, "If you hadn't spoken, I would have forgotten you were here."

Rong Yan was also on her knees, although she was under a spell, but her expression was ruthlessly stubborn, and although her eyes were tearful, there was no weakness: "I was I was wrong about you."

"What can you do if you are wrong about me?" Xu Shuanglin smiled, "You were the one who gave me the scented bag, and you were the one who married Nan Gongliu, you were the one who wronged me first. You don't want to tell me that you couldn't help yourself, that he forced you, do you?"

Rong Yan's face turned white, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he bit his lower lip and slowly closed his eyes.

Tears dripped down her cheeks.

The knife was already in his hand, glowing with cold light.

"No, no, Asuka, say anything, anything I can talk to you about don't kill me, please, don't kill me."

"Are you mistaken about your position" Xu Shuanglin wiped the blade, his mouth still had that evil smile, " Nan Gongliu, now I am the master, you are a prisoner slave, you have nothing in your hands, still want to negotiate with me what to use as a bargaining chip, your one Your life?"

"I can work for you as a cow and a horse can can knot the grass and the ring, I, I am willing to do anything as long as you are willing, Sister Rong can also return to you"

Rong Yan opened his eyes violently and abruptly turned his head, extremely angry: " Nan Gongliu "

Nan Gongliu was so frightened that he turned his back on his wife and whimpered to his brother, "Just let me go, please let me go."

"Come on." Xu Shuanglin slouched, slapping his face with the hilt of his knife, "You think I'll touch an orange you've licked again?"

"Then I can still I can still" Nan Gongliu searched his guts, but could not think of anything, only tears and snot flowed one after another, finally he let out a loud cry and said, "A Shu, we once said that we would have cakes to eat together, have a roof to climb together we cultivated together, followed the Master together, learned to play the qin together, those days, you all, you all forget? We practiced together, spent the Lantern Festival together with the Master, learned to play the piano, all those days, have you, have you forgotten?"

Xu Shuanglin's face sank slightly, but in the end he only smiled coldly and did not reply, his sword was already raised, and halfway through the day, he swung it down.

"Ah."

"Wait a minute."

The blade dangled a stone's throw from Nan Gongliu's neck, but Xu Shuanglin was not sure if he would have been able to swing his blade a few inches further without those two cries.

But his face remained unchanged, still light: "And what's the matter you two have a lot of last words."