Chu Yuning was the first to walk out of the ramp. Unlike the narrowness in the ramp, he took the last level of stone steps. The pure land above the nine.
At this time, the moon was empty, the high platform was stunned, and the grass was not born. Looking up, but seeing the hurricane, the shadow of the clouds, and the most central place of the high platform, sitting alone.
Xu Shuanglin.
The people behind came out one after another, but they all saw Xu Shuanglin’s moment stunned. Xue Zhengyi was even more shocked: "How... This is... What is going on?"
Another person took a sigh of relief and whispered: "Oh my God, how could this be?"
"Is he dead or alive?"
The ink burned toward him, the closer he was, the more the scene in front of him was chilly, and the cheekbones were cold--Xu Shuanglin sat cross-legged on the ground and closed his eyes. The right half of his body has completely rotted, and there is no human form at all. The body is constantly pouring out pus and black water, and the stench is pressing. In front of him, he was surrounded by five fierce martial arts.
The fingertips of the burnt ink could not help but smashed--he saw that he did not return.
Not resolutely stabbed to the ground, the pale green glow climbed all the way from the ground, and finally merged with the rays of the other four weapons into the stream, pouring into the heart of Xu Shuanglin, and shosing Xu Shuanglin’s face It is sunny and bright.
Behind Xu Shuanglin, a group of black lacquered haze whirls in a hovering motion, which seems to be some kind of enchantment that is about to be formed.
Others followed.
Huang Xiaoyue murmured in disbelief: "This is... is this the martial arts?"
Xue Meng didn't know what the martial arts technique was. He just wanted to ask his father, but he turned his head and saw Xue Zhengyi's face pale. Obviously, he did not believe that someone would use this technique.
"What exactly is this?"
I don’t know that the martial arts technique is more than just Xue Meng’s, and the juniors are whispering.
Chu Yuening stared at Xu Shuanglin's face and said: "The martial arts technique is to dedicate your soul to Shenwu, which is stained with blood, to make a contract with Shenwu, and swear that after the death, your soul will be weapond by Shenwu. Shredded and swallowed, and became a sacrifice for the martial arts."
"The living sacrifice weapon?" Xue Meng said, "Why do you want to do this?"
"Because his spiritual power is not enough." Chu said, "This is a way to quickly and substantially increase your strength. He dedicated his soul to Shenwu, and Shenwu, lend his strength to him."
As I spoke, I suddenly heard a sigh of sigh.
Almost everyone can't help but take a step back, Xue Menglong City is out of the sheath, staring at Xu Shuanglin's face.
Xu Shuanglin slowly opened his eyes. Under the moonlight, he raised his face, half of which was still normal, and half of it was a stinking mud.
"Chu Zongshi...Jun Jun, you still find it."
He stood on the ground with one hand and stood swaying, his eyes sweeping over or alert, or disgusting, or a fearful face.
He didn't care, and the normal eye turned, and there was even a malicious trick and evil. But he swept a circle and swept again. He did not find the existence of that person. The smile of his face was frozen and disappeared.
Xu Shuanglin sighed lowly and said: "What about leaves?"
Xue Meng angered: "Do you also mention her name?"
"What happened to you?"
Xue Meng is even more angry: "Do you have it? You are a person who has no heart and no lungs, no blood and no meat. What other faces do you have to miss the leaves?"
The word "suspended?" seems to have provoked Xu Shuanglin. He first glimpsed and then narrowed his eyes. It seemed to calm down. "No, how can I miss? It’s ridiculous..."
Jiang Yansen said: "What do you do with him nonsense? Kill him!"
Speaking of the right hand lifted up, Xue Huang Pei Jian is now in the palm of his hand, he will fall to Xu Shuanglin, expecting a black shadow as lightning, and actually cut off his offensive.
Jiang Yanmei raised it and gnashed his teeth: "Why did the Mo Zongshi stop me?"
"I have something to ask him!" The ink burned and turned around. His eyes flashed with complex light. He licked his lips. He seemed to want to say a few more words, but only four of them spit out. Word, "What about your associates?"
Xu Shuanglin is slow--he is actually like this, but he can still slow down and lick his toes.
So the ink burned that he did not wear shoes today.
"I said it was my accomplices." Xu Shuanglin showed his white teeth and smiled. The smile on the half of his face looked very fascinating. With a hint of ridicule, "then you should know that I will never say. I Xu Mou Ren, this point of view is still understandable. You heroes, gentlemen, and heroes, you should not pay more for this."
He deliberately glanced at the ghost in the hands of the ink, and said: "There is no need to use other methods of interrogation. It is a big deal to get rid of your tongue and cut off your tongue. I always have a way to not tell the truth."
Xue Meng looked very wrong: "You, someone like you, is still very embarrassed to say what rivers and lakes are loyal..."
"Weird, why can't I say Jiangyue loyalty?" Xu Shuanglin said, "Friends help each other, brothers and sisters Christine, teacher Ci filial piety, good people enjoy Qing Ning, evil people get disciplinary, this is what the world should have." Do you think that this is the only reason you can understand?"
Xue Meng was shocked by his thick face like a city wall, pointing at him: "Brother and brother, Christine? Teacher, filial piety?...you?"
Xu Shuanglin said slowly: "Yes, how?"
"Do you want a face? The person who is dying with the brothers and sisters is you. The people who eat Luofeng Hualing's core in Weinan Gongliu are also you. You have done all the bad things, you actually... you can still say so confidently-- - This is what the world should look like?"
In the face of Xue Meng's series of questions, Xu Shuanglin grinned and laughed, but did not turn it down, but suddenly said: "Little brother this year Geng?"
"What do you ask for this?"
"You don't tell me." Xu Shuanglin looked at him up and down and said, "I think you are twenty years old. Twenty-year-olds are always bloody, full of innocence, and stand tall and high. Between heaven and earth, I feel that nothing in the world can't be done by myself."
He paused, and Xiao smiled: "It’s a good age."
The glory of the gods on the ground continued to flow, and continued to give him a powerful spiritual power. He used this spiritual power to maintain his manipulation of thousands of rare pieces, against the counters of the chess pieces, but Rao did. The skin on his body is still festering bit by bit at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Xu Shuanglin didn't care. He didn't seem to see the body he was being swallowed by. He walked back and forth before the entangled enchantment: "Twenty years old...you know that when I was about the age of you, I was doing it. what?"
"What else can you do?" Xue Mengyi said with indignation, "Who is not clear about the broken thing you did? You have won the ring of the teacher and replaced your brother as the head of Confucianism, in just two months. You even killed two of the Lords in the upper world, and later someone asked you to ask for a statement, and you dug out their eyes - you are dead, unrighteous, incompetent, closed ears, you It’s all! If I am like you, doing these things at the age of twenty, then I would rather be violent at the age of twelve!”
Xue Zhengxuan saw his excitement, fearing that he had caught the attention of Xu Shuanglin, could not eat and walked away, whispered something: "Menger, you say a few words."
"Don't." I don't know if this sentence was heard by Xu Shuanglin. He waved his hand with a smile. "Well, why don't you say a few words?"
Xue Meng saw that he actually laughed. The look on his face was like watching a parrot sing on the shelf and singing. It was full of playfulness. He couldn’t help but scream and become angry. "You, you are really shameless! No cure." !"
"There is nothing to be ashamed of, what you said, this is nothing." Xu Shuanglin said, "You said that I have won the ring of the teacher - since ancient times, there are capable people. My brother, that waste, nothing will happen. By relying on a three-inch slippery tongue, it can also be mixed with the wind and water. No one who has actually competed with him has thought that he is one of the best figures, calling us a Confucian double son. The technique is not the same – don’t you think it’s ridiculous?”
"I, and him?" Xu Shuanglin smirked his forehead and smirked. "Don't tease. I can take advantage of him when I take one hand from an early age. Do you want me to go with him? I am only doing it all the time, he only I know that in his old lady's arms, I will spoil the oranges! I am practicing in the summer and practicing in the summer. I am not studying in the spring, but I am sleeping in the summer. Later, in order to seek a good name at the Lingshan Conference, he is behind the Yin. I asked for a seat to enjoy it! Later? You gave the hard-working person the name of the pick, but gave him a good reputation for the world’s first handsome, is this fair?”
Xue Meng hesitated, but still insisted: "Then you will not do this to the point..."
"Crap! Stand up and talk without hurting, empty mouth and blame others are easy to get very good, it is their turn to turn into another face, the Lingshan Conference, you can bear it for you?!"
Xue Meng was not prevented from being an army by him, but he was stunned.
Change him, can he bear it?
"Hundreds of people at the meeting pointed at you and said that you are not ashamed. The rankings and applause are all his, leaving you with only a lifetime of insane sins, your hard work and hard work, in front of his tongue. It’s not a battle – is this fair?”
"I……"
Seeing Xue Meng screaming and unable to speak, Xu Shuanglin sneered: "I will kill the two heads. They are two people, one knocking a wooden fish all day, and no Amitabha in the south is better than anyone else. Another prestige is good." Hey, the gentleman who is just right is famous all over the world, but they have pushed me down into the abyss for the sake of self-interest. I would like to ask Zhu Jun, why should I spare my dog?"
The two martial people on the scene heard him say that the first generation of the head, the face is a burst of purple for a while, want to argue, but can not argue any sentence of stagnation, and finally the master of the mysterious temple without the sad temple Take a breath and close your eyes: "When you report, when is it..."
"Yeah, when you say it, you can't wait to understand the enemies. Why is it?" Xu Shuanglin said the anger in a word, but his face was still smiling, and his smile was light and light. There are even some ridicules, "I slap you a slap, and then say when the slogan is reported, don't let you fan back, are you willing, vulture?"
Someone was annoyed: "Nangong smudges your mouth and puts it clean! How can you talk to your predecessors!"
"My mother is also your predecessor." Xu Shuanglin smiled. "Small, your mouth is also clean."
"..."
Huang Xiaoyue needs to say: "Nangong floe..."
After the words have not been finished, the other party has made a gesture of holding, holding half of the sound, half of the rotten mouth: "Under the discussion, can you call me Xu Shuanglin? I don't like the name of Nangong."
Huang Xiaoyue, a sleeve: "If you want to get a fair, kill the two heads, you should have paid off, and then dig up the eyes of so many people, what is the reason?"
Xu Shuanglin is pleased to say: "I used to make sense to you. But no one listens to me."
He paused and laughed. "Later, Laozi became a madman, but you have to take a madman to talk about black and white. You guys are gentlemen... interesting." He slaps and slaps. "It's so interesting."
Standing next to it, there was no ink burning. At this time, I suddenly asked: "So, you are asking for a fairness, right?"
"..." Xu Shuanglin's gaze moved up one inch and moved to the face.
The two of them looked at each other on the steep stone platform.
In the eyes of the ink, Xu Shuanglin's shadow gradually blurred, and he saw that it was not the man in front of the body that was rotten and lingering.
Through Xu Shuanglin, he saw another shadow, wearing a beaded robes and wearing a black gold robes. He saw the emperor and saw his past life.
"We came across Nangong Liu on the way. He called you a squat, and you sealed yourself." Ink burned, "You become the emperor in this celestial palace, and you are in charge of the power of judgment. What do you say is right?" What is right, what you say is wrong, what is wrong is outrageous, and it’s up to you to kill and kill. Is this your fairness?"
Xu Shuanglin was silent for a moment and then sneered.
So the ink burned to see the stepping sin in the sneer, pale and handsome face covered with ridicule.
"What is it? You have seen it. Once I also believed in being a gentleman, I believe that the world is fair, what can be the result?"
He paused and walked back and forth in front of the martial arts. His eyes flashed with agitation: "It's you, the coward is regarded as a hero, and the hero is stepped on his feet. It's you, making efforts as dung and making the latrine Altar. It is you, look charming as friendly, and regard arrogance as a shelf--you have done evil to step me into the mire!! Then tell me, even if I have been sinned again, even if my brothers suffer from the wall Planting, even if the clothes are not covered, they are humiliated - that is my own business, and no matter how to vent their grievances to innocent people - ha, it’s a joke!"
The sneer of the smoldering of the singer is becoming more and more exaggerated and gradually becomes a sneer.
"It’s not you who is referring to you. It’s not you who bear the crimes. You can of course say the best things in the world! And I, I’m just in my own way, asking for a world.”
"...There is a way in the world?" The ink burned on the opposite side of the emperor. He asked, "For your own world, how many people have been killed. You are self-proclaimed as emperors, and your feet are full of bones, blood, do you? Have you ever had a one-and-a-half-point remorse?"
"There is nothing to confess. I killed them, but I will give them a chance to be born again. They will all become the pieces of my majesty. From then on, I will control everything. From then on, the black and white will be clear, and the good and the evil will be distinct. This is the fairness of the world."
The ink burned for a while and said: "It seems that you really think of yourself as a ruler for measuring the world."
"I am this ruler."
Xu Shuanglin hunt in the wind.
He is the Nangong floe in the eyes of everyone.
It is the stepping stone in the eyes of the ink.
He said: "When you look at the front hall, don't you feel beautiful? The good people live and work in peace and contentment, the ugly people are burned by the fire, and the Ding Hao cooks. Whoever passes through other people's knives, let him lead the neck and make up for it. Is it wrong to make a written account clear and bloody?
Ink burning: "You can really see yourself."
Then he heard Teng Xianjun answer: "Why should I look down on myself? In my opinion, this is the best karma."
No one talks for a moment.
Everyone was shocked by Xu Shuanglin’s crazy remarks.
Before they came, many people felt that Xu Shuanglin did all this, probably for power, for private vengeance, and so on.
None of them thought that Xu Shuanglin actually felt that he was doing everything right, in order to be fair and fair.
But who can do the fairest ruler in the world? Even the gods and the Tianyin Pavilion may not be able to do it.
The ink burned in the same place. After a while, his heart finally recovered some calm. He looked at the stepping prince who stood against him.
The cockroach disappeared, and the handsome face sag and became dark.
He blinked and the person in front was Xu Shuanglin, not the emperor. Just because Xu Shuanglin was too similar to his previous life, he actually gave birth to an illusion of talking with himself through time and space.
"Well, then can I understand that the pieces in the hall, even if the spiritual power is insufficient, let them keep their minds before you, you built your own territory in this temple, and you are God is a Buddha. It’s the emperor’s majesty, you divide the world into two, good and good, and evil to evil. This is what you want to be fair.”
He said this paragraph.
At the same time, his mind was like a blast of snow, and quickly swept through many memory fragments related to Xu Shuanglin.
- Former life, in order to save the leaves, forget the past, the difference between a thought, died under the sword of Xu Shuanglin.
Standing in Sansheng's courtyard, barefoot, laughing and teasing Xu Yulin of the parrot.
Jin Chengchi, asked his brother to ask for a piece of orange to talk about Xu Sulin.
The orange tree of Lushan Mountain, the mind returned to the Nangong Liu of the childhood, and Luo Fenghua, who was robbed back in hell... One pile was piled together, and the mountain shouted into his thoughts.
The ink burned up the dark eyes, and there was no ridicule or contempt in the eyes, just looking at him quietly: "Is right, Nangong?"
"Call me Xu Frost..."
"No, you are called Nangong." The ink burned step by step. He looked at the man with the skeletal muscles. He knew that there would be no one in the scene who knew more about Nangong. At this moment, they used to be The person who forced the road to death, the stepping fairy of the previous life, the Xu Sulin of this world, the same.
He looked at the fire, he stared at the most subtle changes in Xu Shuanglin's face and did not misplace.
He stopped and suddenly coveted.
"The sky is so cold, the ground is so cold." The ink burns softly, "Nan Gongxu, why don't you wear shoes?"
The smile on Xu Shuanglin's face suddenly froze, but he quickly re-frozen his twinkling eyes: "I don't wear my wish-"
"Do you really like the words Ye Yexiong asked you?"
"..."
"I went to the Sansheng Bianyuan that day. I saw you for the first time. You didn't wear shoes." The ink burned. "It is she who later told you to let you wear it. I am satisfied with your face. I am afraid that you have no one." Awareness."
The smoldering stared at Xu Shuanglin's face.
That is when he is on Feihua Island, watching the blazing fire on the other side, when the smoke is rolling, the heart is guessing the answer.
"Nan Gongxu, you always hope that someone will notice your bare feet, I hope someone will tell you -"
Xu Shuanglin’s face, which had been smiling all the time, suddenly flashed a trace of fear. He took a step back, wrinkled his nose, and said: “You shut up.”
Ink burning naturally will not shut up, he looked at Xu Shuanglin, originally a speculation, in the sudden and intense reaction of Xu Shuanglin, turned into reality.
The ink burned at him. He felt that he was not seeing Xu Shuanglin, but the one who had nowhere to escape in the darkness.
"Put the shoes on, the floor is cool."
As the cheetah jumped, the light and shadow swayed and screamed, and Xu Shuanglin suddenly violently rushed to grab the smoldering robes. The normal man and the stinking ghost claws held him at the same time. Xu Shuanglin’s eyes were full of bloodshot eyes. He gnashed his teeth. Road: "Give me shut up! You shut me up!"
"Well, I will say a little more before I shut up."
"Don't say -!" Xu Shuanglin is almost desperate. He is like a dragon that has been pulled out of the scales. His blood is like a note. "Don't say..."
"Leave the past, it really looks like Luo Fenghua."
This sound understatement, but in an instant took the time to take all of Xu Shuanglin's strength.
He was dumb and stood on the ground.
Some people around who have seen Luo Fenghua and have seen Ye Forgiveness are a glimpse. They think back to these two very different people in their minds. They are not related, even in the red dust, one is dead, and the other is dead. One was born... But under this point, they suddenly realized that - ah, it was.
Ye Yixi's every move, one stroke and one style, even the character temper, voice look, are exactly the same as Xu Shuanglin's teaching teacher Luo Fenghua.
Xu Shuanglin withdrew his hands and smashed his ink, his fingers twisted, and he buried his face in his palm, his shoulders trembled slightly.
Xue Meng muttered: "He... is he crying?"
cry?
Will not.
Xu Shuanglin was buried in the palm of his hand. After a long time, the jitter on his shoulder became more and more obvious. The squeaky smile in the fingertips: "Ha..." The smile widened like a cockroach. He suddenly put his hands down and laughed wildly. Get up, "Ha ha ha ha ha, like? Simply nonsense! Mo Zongshi, have you seen Luo Fenghua? You just saw the body of his body when Hell was opened, just by this eye, you said they are like You are too confident and too confident."
"Since you have made your own hell, mention the body of Luo Fenghua." Ink burned, "So I ask, where is he?"
Xu Shuanglin’s eyes narrowed and smiled: “Where is he?”
"In your territory, good and evil punishment, or Shen or Rong, you are in control. But you even have Nangong Liu, and finally did not want to kill, you also solved his Ling Chi curse - I don't know This is why, however, since he is there, Luo Fenghua has no reason to be abandoned by you. You are not able to give your soul to Shenwu, but Jinchengchi Taohuayuan has been fighting with you several times. I know that your strength will not decline."
Xu Shuanglin: "..."
"The reason why I can't hold it, except for the use of the chess game is too much, there is another reason, that is the second ban on your hard work in these years."
The ink burned, and the knife finally stabbed: "Your rebirth, finally rescued Luo Fenghua from the 18th floor purgatory?"
The voice did not fall, Xu Shuanglin was as plastery, he was about to say something, and suddenly, the black lacquered method that had been circulating behind him vacated a white smoke.
Xue Zhengyi's hundred games in the sand field, the response is the fastest: "No, there is something behind the circle!"
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