Chapter 229： [蛟山] From then on

Rong Rong did not go to see her husband, but took a moist apricot, straight back, and choked: "Look at the past sentiment, can you let me, give birth to the child."

"..." Xu Shuanglin's gaze slowly moved down and fell on the belly of Rong Rong. At first glance, it was no different, but when it was carefully picked up, it was already slightly raised.

Rong Rong has been squatting down, but his face is cold.

"Please."

"..."

"Father is guilty and irrefutable. But Nangong, I want to beg you, spare your own life."

Xu Shuanglin stared at the woman for a while and only felt ridiculous.

Rao the kind of cockroaches in her belly? The smashed meat that has not yet been formed, whether it is a scorpion or a prostitute, has something to do with him?

Between the haze, but suddenly remembered the pain of the bones last night. Xu Shuanglin suddenly slammed, suddenly realized that this was a very good thing - the head of the Confucianist door can only be inherited by the young master after the death of the old master, or by rebellion. Others, abdication to the sage, retreat or listen, are useless.

Therefore, it is impossible to give way to Nangongliu, but after a hundred years, he can pass to the child of Nangongliu, let the child taste the pain of sitting in this position, is not a beautiful thing. .

It’s great that the father’s debt is paid.

He was in a good mood for a moment, and his eyebrows were full of laughter, but then the two of them reacted, and they threw their swords and turned and laughed out of the prison.

He did not kill Nangong Liu later, nor did he kill Rong Rong. Instead, he was placed under house arrest in a small courtyard. He planned to wait for the child to be born, and immediately sealed him as the next head and set a **** agreement with himself.

I am afraid that by the time of the whole world, I would also like to praise him for being a big man, regardless of the suspicion?

But he could not wait until that day.

Shortly after he succeeded to the throne, he committed atrocities and violent grievances inside and outside the sect. Later, the city owner resented him, and he refused to prepare him. He secretly released Nangong Liu and Luo Fenghua.

Luo Fenghua did not know the hidden feelings behind him. He only thought that he had made such a kind of madness for the high position of the head, and that Nangong Liu Qiao’s tongue was so hot, he became more and more disheartened. So he and Nan Gongliu joined hands to win the position, wanting to take Xu Shuanglin out of the throne of the hot head.

That night, the Confucianist Civil War, 100 people were killed and wounded, and in the midst of the war, Luo Fenghua was the first to find Xu Shuanglin who took refuge in Xiaoyue Campus.

It was a full moon night, and Xu Shuanglin’s pain was hard. He was covered in blood and fell in the leaves of the forest. It was like a snake that had been smashed and peeled, and all the bright red meat was revealed.

When Luo Fenghua saw him, he thought that he was injured by the spell of the war. Although he had complaints in his heart, he was described as miserable by his love, and he could not help but be confused.

Xu Shuanglin raised his face in the woods, showing a sneer: "You are here."

"..."

"I am fighting with him, and you always help him in the end."

Luo Fenghua said: "This time you have done too much. Is Master Zen Zen killing you?"

"Not bad."

"What about Lin Dao?"

"He **** it."

"...that is your father..."

For a moment, Xu Shuanglin said: "He is unfair. He believes me as a thief. He asked for it."

Luo Fenghua closed his eyes and the eyelashes were a little moist: "You... how can you get to such a situation..."

"Oh." Xu Shuanglin Sen smiled. "Only allow others to take me, don't allow me to take other people? Only allow others to lick a knife on me. I don't allow me to draw swords. This is what you call a gentleman?"

The look on Luo Fenghua's face was extremely broken. He wobbled in place for a while. He walked to Xu Shuanglin and did not speak. The tears were first smashed down.

"What are you crying? What are you crying?" Xu Shuanglin was not annoyed by the ground. "If you want to kill, you must listen to your respect, why should you fake a few drops of tears in front of me, in your eyes, in the eyes of the old man, In the eyes of everyone, the pustule of waste is always more important than me!"

Luo Fenghua shook his head. He did not speak, raised his hand and read the curse.

"...I banned the spell that you learned from me since childhood." Luo Fenghua said, "Since then, Nangong, you and me, no longer a mentor."

"..." Xu Shuanglin, but the pain of the cone heart, the guilty evil, really hurts.

He stayed in the same place for a while, and he said, "Don't be passionate. I have never treated you as a master."

Luo Fenghua looked at him timidly. After a long time, he seemed to want to say something more, but there was a screaming voice behind him, and the soldiers were approaching, and the sword was shining.

Nangong Liu rushed over: "Master!"

He saw Xu Shuanglin and Luo Fenghua talking, his heart was fierce, and immediately anxiously said: "Master, he said nothing, you should not listen to him! They are lying to you!"

Xu Shuanglin smiled casually.

This brother, always, is so innocent and cute.

He thought that he would still bite Luo Fenghua's clothes bitterly, explaining the beginning and end of the matter, the cause and effect? Not anymore.

For him, life is like a chess game. When a move falls, the previous ones are going back thousands of times, and the wind is surging. It is no longer important. The only thing that matters is the result.

The person who killed it is killing, and the dyed blood is dyed.

He can't wash it, and he doesn't want to wash himself.

Luo Fenghua will never forgive him.

No need to say anything.

He held the tree next to him and stood up.

The moonlight was on his face, and the flesh was open and bloody.

Nangong Liu and the surrounding monks saw a step back, and some people misunderstood, and suddenly said: "This, this is the hand of Luo Daochang? It is a thousand knives... This is too embarrassing..."

Xu Shuanglin grinned and revealed a white tongue.

He stared at the woods, his own brother, and suddenly felt that he did not want to misplace the masters and apprentices. So he turned his head and said to Luo Fenghua: "Let them get out, I have something. I want to tell you personally before I die. I just want to tell you alone."

He supported the pines and moved slowly, and Luo Fenghua came to a dark place.

The moonlight was covered by dense shades, and Xu Shuanglin’s face followed with a slight slowness. The cleft skin began to heal bit by bit. Although there were many tiny flaws, it was not so horrible.

Xu Shuanglin did not look back, facing Luo Fenghua, first asked: "You alone, with me alone, I am not afraid that I will kill you?"

"you will not."

"..."

"If you want to kill me, or kill Aliu, you can do it a year ago."

Xu Shuanglin turned back and his eyes flashed with a twisted light: "It’s ridiculous, do you think you know me?!"

Luo Fenghua suddenly slammed into his face and widened his eyes: "Your sly..."

"Not as terrible as it was, right?"

Xu Shuanglin laughed.

"What do you think is this? The spell is cursed? Ling Xiaoguo?"

He slowly raised his hand, and in his palm, he held a ring of shining light. He touched his mouth and mouth together, and he said with scorn and maliciously: "This ring is attached to the spirit. In you and Nangong Liu When I drove me down from the high position, it fell from my thumb. It knew that I was not the Lord of the Confucianism. But there were two leaders who tried to raise their troops, so it didn’t know. Who should it recognize?"

"You take Aliu's position and return to him from Angelica."

Xu Shuanglin grinned and said: "I really think so."

He stuffed the ring into Luo Fenghua's hand, and at the end he took two serious shots and said: "Get it, keep it steady, and when you go out, give this good thing to him, remember, always I personally helped him to wear it. He is the true lord of this door."

He paused and stared at Luo Fenghua's face that was painful.

Then he leaned over and lowered his voice. He said in his ear: "Next, I want to tell you a secret. Don't be afraid, this secret is nothing dark, a heroic past, nothing more."

He slowly and inferily surrendered Nangong Changying, and attached a curse to the Confucianism of the generations of the Lord, one hundred and forty, with malicious infiltration in the teeth, quenched into fangs, plunged into Luo Fenghua In the flesh.

He saw Luo Fenghua's face getting more and more ugly, and the double rounded scorpion became bigger and bigger.

He saw Luo Fenghua being hit by him on the tree and shivering slightly.

He felt very happy.

what.

Are you not petting him?

You... one or two, don’t you all take out Nangong Liu as a treasure?

I want you to send your hand to his hand.

Xu Shuanglin's mouth slowly expanded, and then he pulled out a sly smile. He raised his hand and touched Luo Fenghua's cheek: "Master, the story is over. Go out." He paused and looked. Even more dazed, "Go to the gnome door, the sixth generation of the head - Nangong Liu, go."

That day he was covered in blood, and the sword fled the Confucianist door, wandering around for half a night, exhausted his energy, and fell to the town of Caidie.

He met a little girl and sat in the yard.

The little girl saw that he was injured, he lost blood, and his face was white and snoring, but he poured a bowl of water from the house and handed it to him. He drank water, stared at her, and then did not know what happened. Suddenly he felt that the girl looked like his best friend, his teacher, his deadly enemy, and her eyes looked like Luo Fenghua.

He saw the orange tree in the yard full of fruit, and suddenly he thought about it, and he wanted to eat it very much, but the little girl was full of sorrow and odor, and Zhangkou’s gentleman closed his mouth, causing him to get bored. As if to see Luo Fenghua’s ridiculous thing, really said:

"I hope that you will be a weak-hearted person in your life, and you will be a gentleman by your own strength."

A gentleman.

... It’s ridiculous.

He smashed the full orange, cut the orange tree, and then went away, leaving the little girl crying in the courtyard, but he still didn't get rid of it. In the evening, he killed several villagers and started up. The knife fell, and the gentleman and the word became farther and farther, he felt more and more happy.

Then he left, and he planned to hide his name, but he was still alive.

But at that time, he heard about Luo Fenghua’s position in the teahouse and became the news of the Confucianist generation.

The tea merchants who are coming and talking are saying, "Oh, I can’t think of it. This is really a confidant."

"Poor Nan Gongliu rebelled this time, but did not expect to be a wedding dress for others."

"He should hate his master?"

"This Luo Fenghua is really a fascinating heart, not something."

Xu Shuanglin sat at the greasy little table and held a cup of tea to be sent to the lips, but he never went to drink, so he listened so slyly.

There was a burst of blackness in front of me, and it turned out to be a whirlwind.

But he said nothing, and finally Luo Fenghua would make such a choice.

I would rather bear the misunderstanding and hate, preferring to be referred to by thousands of people, and cast aside.

I would rather suffer from the evil, and every moon night is not as good as death until the end of life.

Luo Fenghua, it is impossible to put this sword into the heart of his apprentice.

After all, chess is a step away.

"Hey. Hey. Hey."

The footsteps sounded slowly.

Xu Shuanglin got out of his memory. He opened his eyes and blurred his vision. A young man's face appeared.

On the empty stage of the soul, the ink burned to him, half-squatting down and staring at him.

At that moment, Xu Shuanglin felt that the young man’s eyes were very strange. There were too many things hidden there, not like a young man in his early twenties.

Ink burning road: "...Nan Gongliu, you plan to do all this, want to bring him back to life?"

"You don't have to."

"You left Nangong Liu and resurrected Luo Fenghua. From then on, there are no idlers who can come in. You have to spend the rest of your life here. Am I right?"

Xu Shuanglin screamed: "You don't have to!!"

The ink burns and picks up the broken spiritual core on the ground, and there is still a bright stream in the spiritual core. He said: "You disguised as easy, and returned to Nangong Liu as Xu Shuanglin, so that he will once again send troops to seize position, because you can't bear to see Luo Fenghua suffering from cursing night and night, it is better to die."

"Why do you want to spend my heart?!" Xu Shuanglin's eyes are red, and the inside is flashing with a moist and sly light. "Do you think you know everything?!"

"I don't know. I can only guess." Ink ignited, "But when I look at you, I feel that I guess, and it is not wrong."

Xu Shuanglin smashed the words between the teeth and took out four words: "After life, arrogance."

"It's the same. When you were twenty years old, didn't you go crazy?" The ink burned quietly at him. "Nan Gongxu, that year you helped your brother to regain the respect, but you didn't expect him to After being convicted, it is already a slap in the face of respecting the Lord. You did not expect that he would smash the roots and kill him after taking the position of Luo Fenghua. You did not expect his death."

"You messed up your mind, you are at a loss." He stared at Xu Shuanglin's face.

He understands the desperate state of mind more than anyone else.

He is reading Xu Shuanglin's heart and reading his heart.

"What do you do in despair?"