Chapter 229: [Dragon Mountain] From then on

Rong Yan did not look at her husband, but opened her moist almond eyes, straightened her back and choked out, "For the sake of old times, will you allow me to give birth to the child?"

"" Xu Shuanglin's gaze slowly moved down to the small of Rong Yan's back, which at first glance was uneventful, but on closer inspection was already slightly bulging.

Rong Yan is a long-knocker, but his face is cold.

"Please."

""

"The father's guilt is irrefutable. But Nan Gongxu, I would beg you, spare the life of your own nephew."

Xu Shuanglin stared at the woman for a moment, only to find it ridiculous.

What does it matter to him whether she has a nephew or a niece, or whether she has a nephew or a niece, or whether she has a nephew?

But in the midst of his viciousness, he suddenly remembered the pain he had felt last night. Xu Shuanglin, after a moment's pause, suddenly realised that this was too good to be true. The head of the School of Confucianism can only be succeeded by a young master after the death of the old one, or by usurpation. Anything else, be it abdication or retreat to the sidelines, would be useless.

So it was impossible to give up the throne to Nan Gongliu, but after a hundred years he could pass it on to Nan Gongliu's child, and let that child have a taste of the pain of sitting in that position.

It couldn't be better for the father to pay the son.

He was so relieved that he smiled brightly at the corners of his eyebrows and then, before they could react, he threw the knife and turned around, laughing as he walked out of the cell door.

He did not kill Nan Gongliu or Rong Yan, but kept them under house arrest in a small courtyard, intending to crown him as the next master as soon as the child was born and to make a blood contract with himself.

I'm afraid the whole world will be praising him for his generosity and his disregard for the past.

But he didn't wait for that day.

Soon after he succeeded to the throne, he committed a number of atrocities, which led to a lot of resentment within and outside the sect, and later on, a city lord, who had a grudge against him, released Nan Gongliu and Luo Fenghua when he was not prepared.

Luo Fenghua is unaware of what is going on behind the scenes and thinks that he is doing all these crazy things for the sake of the throne, and with Nan Gongliu's clever tongue, he becomes more and more disillusioned. He then joins forces with Nan Gongliu to take over the throne, and to oust Xu Shuanglin from his position.

That night, in the midst of a civil war at the Confucianism School, in which a hundred people were killed and wounded, Luo Fenghua was the first to find Xu Shuanglin, who had taken refuge in the Xiaoyue schoolyard.

It was the night of the full moon when Xu Shuanglin, in severe pain and covered in blood, crouched in the forest foliage like a snake whose skin had been peeled off, revealing all its bright red flesh.

When Luo Fenghua saw him, he thought he had been wounded by a spell in the war, and although he felt resentment, he could not help but feel compassion because of the miserable description of his former pupil.

Xu Shuanglin lifted his face in the woods with a miserable smile, "You're here."

""

"I fought with him and you guys always ended up helping him."

Luo Fenghua said, "This time it was you who went too far. Did you kill Master Tianchan?"

"Nice."

"Where is Master Lin Dao?"

"He deserves to die."

"What about your father?"

After a moment's silence, Xu Shuanglin said, "He was unjust, he believed me to be a thief, he had it coming."

Luo Fenghua closed his eyes and his eyelashes became slightly moist: "How could you you have come to such a state?"

"Heh." Xu Shuanglin laughed morosely, "You only allow others to negatively affect me, but not others, you only allow others to stab me and not allow me to draw my sword in return, this is what you call the way of a gentleman"

The look on Luo Fenghua's face was so broken that he swayed in place for a moment and then walked up to Xu Shuanglin, tears streaming down his face before he could speak.

"What's there to cry about?" Xu Shuanglin was irritated for no reason, "If you want to kill me, you can do whatever you want, so don't pretend to shed a few tears in front of me, because in your eyes, in the old man's eyes, in everyone's eyes, that punk is always more important than me! "

Luo Fenghua shook his head, and without speaking, he raised his hand and recited the forbidden spell.

"I have banned the spells you learned with me as a child." Luo Fenghua said, "From now on, Nan Gongxu, you and I, are no longer master and disciple."

"" Xu Shuanglin, however, felt the pain of a cone of pain, and Gun's evil curse was truly painful to the heart.

He took a moment to slow down where he was and was also ruthlessly stubborn: "Don't flatter yourself, I never thought of you as a master."

Luo Fenghua looked at him blankly for a long time, as if he wanted to say something else, but there was a clamour behind him, and soldiers were approaching, swords were shining.

Nan Gongliu rushed over: "Master"

When he saw Xu Shuanglin and Luo Fenghua talking, his heart suddenly became weak and he immediately said anxiously, "Master, whatever he says, don't listen to him, he is lying to you."

Xu Shuanglin then laughed heatedly.

This older brother of his own is always so innocent and sweet.

He thought he would still be tugging bitterly at Luo Fenghua's hem, explaining the story, the cause and effect.

For him, life is like a chess game. When a move is made, all the previous revolutions and ups and downs inside no longer matter, only the result is important.

A man who has killed is a man who has killed, and blood that has been stained is stained.

He couldn't wash it, and he didn't want to do it for himself.

Luo Fenghua would never have forgiven him either.

There is no need to say anything else.

He staggered to his feet, holding onto a nearby tree.

The moonlight shone on his face, the flesh splitting open inch by inch in a bloody grimace.

Nan Gongliu and the surrounding monks took a step backwards when they saw this, and someone misunderstood and said in dismay, "This, this is Daoist Master Luo's hand of death by a thousand cuts, this is too cruel"

Xu Shuanglin grinned, revealing a mouthful of white teeth.

He stared beyond the forest for a moment at his own brother, and suddenly felt no desire to let the master and disciple go so easily by mistake. So he turned to Luo Fenghua and said, "Tell them to go away, I have something I want to tell you personally before I die. I only want to tell you alone."

Holding on to the pine, he moved slowly and came to a shady spot with Luo Fenghua.

As the moonlight is shaded by the thick shade, Xu Shuanglin's face slows down a little and the cracked skin begins to heal little by little, although there are still many tiny scars, they are not as gruesome as before.

Xu Shuanglin did not turn around, turning his back on Luo Fenghua, and first asked, "You came here alone with me, alone, and you are not afraid that I will kill you."

"You wouldn't."

""

"If you wanted to kill me, or if you wanted to kill Aryu, you could have done it a year ago."

Xu Shuanglin glanced back, a radical, twisted light in his eyes: "Ridiculous, you think you know me so well."

Luo Fenghua snapped up to his face, eyes widening: "Your scar"

"It's not as scary as it was a moment ago, is it?"

Xu Shuanglin snickered.

"What kind of spell do you think this is for lingering fruit?"

He slowly lifted his hand, and in his palm he cupped a shimmering ring, and his upper and lower lips touched together as he said, mockingly and maliciously, "This ring has a spirit. It fell off my thumb when you and Nan Gongliu ousted me from my high position as head of the school, knowing that I was no longer the rightful owner of the School of Confucianism. But there are two chiefs who raise armies to seek usurpation, so it does not know whom it should acknowledge."

"You took Aryu's place, so return it to him."

Xu Shuanglin grinned: "I do think so."

He slipped the ring into Luo Fenghua's hand and gave it two solemn pats at the end, saying, "Hold it, hold it firmly, and when you go out later, give this good thing to him. He is the true and honoured master of this sect."

He paused and stared at Luo Fenghua's face, which was holding back pain.

And then leaning over, he lowered his voice and whispered in his ear, "Next, I'm going to tell you a secret. Don't be afraid, there is nothing dark about this secret, a heroic past, that's all."

He then slowly, in a low voice, surrendered the Nangong Changying to the Gun, which was attached to the curse of the Confucianism School's revered master of the ages, and, in full and malicious detail, soaked it between his teeth, hardened it into fangs, and sank it into Luo Fenghua's flesh.

He saw Luo Fenghua's face grow hard and his round eyes widen.

He saw Luo Fenghua pinned against a tree, shivering slightly.

He felt the pain.

Ha.

Don't you spoil him?

Don't you all treat the first-born Nan Gongliu as a treasure?

I want you to deliver the poison, with your own hands, to him.

The corners of Xu Shuanglin's mouth slowly widened and then a lynx-like grin crept out, and he raised his hand and touched Luo Fenghua's cheek: "Master, the story is finished. You may go out." He paused, looking even more charming, "Go and pay your respects to the Confucianism School, Nan Gongliu, the sixth head of the school, and go."

That day, covered in blood, he escaped from the Confucianism School by sword, wandered for half a night, ran out of energy and landed in Butterfly Town in the Middle Shu Area.

He met a little girl, sitting in the courtyard.

When the little girl saw that he was wounded and bleeding, she turned white with fear and shivered, but poured a bowl full of water from the house and gave it to him to drink. He drank the water and stared at her, and then, I don't know what came over him, he suddenly felt that the girl looked so much like his best friend, his mentor, his sworn enemy, and that her eyes looked like Luo Fenghua.

When he saw the orange trees in the courtyard, which were full of fruit, he suddenly felt a desire to eat them, but the little girl's words were so full of pedantry and sourness that he was tired of them, as if he could see that ridiculous thing Luo Fenghua saying truly, "I'm sorry.

"May you all be weak in life, each in his own way, and be gentlemen for a lifetime."

A gentleman for life.

It's ridiculous.

He shook down the orange branches and cut down the tree, then left the little girl in the courtyard, crying, but he was still not satisfied.

And then he departed, intending to live out the rest of his life in anonymity.

But it was at that time that he heard in a teahouse that Luo Fenghua had usurped the throne and become the reigning master of the School of Confucianism.

The tea drinkers are saying, "I can't believe it, I don't know who you are."

"I pity Nan Gongliu for raising an army to rebel, but I never thought that he would be the dowry of others."

"He must have hated his master."

"This Luo Fenghua is really a black heart with a lust for profit, not a thing."

Xu Shuanglin sits at the small, greasy table, holding a cup of tea that he is about to bring to his lips, but never drinks it, just listens in awe.

There was a blackness in front of my eyes, and the earth was actually spinning.

But he never expected Luo Fenghua to make that choice in the end.

I would rather carry misunderstandings and hatred, I would rather be accused by a thousand people and reviled by all.

I would rather be cursed with an evil curse and live and die every full moon night until this life is over.

Luo Fenghua could not have stabbed this sharp sword into his disciple's heart with his own hands.

The final move was a poor one.

"Ta. Ta. Ta."

Footsteps sounded slowly.

Xu Shuanglin breaks from his memories and opens his eyes as the face of a young man appears in his blurred vision.

In the silence of the invocation, Mo Ran walked up to him, half knelt down and gazed at him.

For a moment, Xu Shuanglin felt that the young man had a strange look in his eyes, one that hid too much for a young man in his early twenties.

Mo Ran said, "Nan Gongliu, you planned all this to bring him back to life."

"Don't you care."

"You will leave Nan Gongliu behind, resurrect Luo Fenghua, and no one will ever enter this Dragon Mountain again, and you will spend the rest of your life here in peace, am I right?"

Xu Shuanglin yelled in a stern voice, "None of your business."

Mo Ran picked up the broken spirit core on the ground, the light still flowing from it. He said, "You disguised yourself and returned to Nan Gongliu as Xu Shuanglin to incite him to take the throne again, for you could not bear to see Luo Fenghua suffer night after night from the curse and live worse than death."

"Who are you to judge my heart?" Xu Shuanglin's eyes were red with a wet and vicious glow, "You think you know everything."

"I don't understand. I can only guess." Mo Ran said, "But when I saw the look on your face, I also felt that my guess was not too far wrong."

Xu Shuanglin crushed the words between his teeth and spat out four words, "The arrogance of a young man."

"All the same, when you were twenty years old, did you not also go wild into the sky" Mo Ran looked at him quietly, " Nan Gongxu, that year you helped your brother to regain his place of honor, but you did not expect him to be usurped twice and to be already ruthless for the sake of the place of honor, you did not expect him to take the You did not expect that he would kill him after taking Luo Fenghua's position. You did not anticipate his death at all."

"You messed up your mind, you don't know what to do." He stared at Xu Shuanglin's face.

He understood that desperate state of mind better than anyone.

He was reading Xu Shuanglin's heart, reading his own heart.

"In desperation, what do you do?"