The illusion will not disappear because of Nangong Si's pain. It is still cruelly continuing, spreading all the bloody truths that were back in front of everyone.

By the edge of Jin Cheng's pond, Nangong Liu crushed the piranha's face with his feet, looked left and right, and said, "Beast."

"The beast wants the wife's spiritual core, and the Lord can not give it to you." Xu Shuanglin said, "But the Lord still sold the wife for the sake of Shenwu."

"What are you selling or not? Don't say it so ugly. Senior Sister Rong is not in her health, so she invited the best doctor in Linlingyu to see her. They all said that she has no time left. If she is healthy, how could I be willing to offer her to this evil beast?"

Xu Shuanglin raised his eyebrows slightly and did not speak.

Nangong Liu stared at the piranha for a while, suddenly became a little angry, and complained angrily: "Fate is unfair."

It seemed that he didn't expect that someone like him who gained fame and fortune would blame fate. Xu Shuanglin was a little surprised and actually laughed: "What?"

"I said, fate is unfair."

“…”

"Why do others ask for a Shenwu? Those auspicious beasts entrusted them to sing songs or something? When I arrived at me, I summoned a evil beast and asked my wife to live - what can I do? How else can I choose?"

Nangong Liu seemed very angry.

"When you were asking for Shenwu in Jin Chengchi, you also saw it. The servant was silent and the master criticized him. That Chu Wanning... Damn, a 15 or 16-year-old boy dared to offend me like that, and he looked full of benevolence, righteousness and morality... He really stood up and said without any pain in his back! I don't believe that if he was asked to make a choice, he would choose the former in a wife who was about to die of illness and a powerful Shenwuli!"

Xu Shuanglin smiled, "That's really hard to say. Don't look at me like this. I mean, you can never guess what they are thinking about."

"What else can I think? It's just a praise that is well-known in history. Can I not know them?"

The more Nangong Liu thought about it, the more frustrated he felt, and he cursed and kicked the pomfret.

"Since I became this sect leader, I have suffered so much grievances. Not only did I say the curse, I had to smile at people all day long... It was thanks to me that I could swallow my anger and bear the humiliation of the crotch/lower. Otherwise, I would have to die at Chu Wanning's hands that year of asking for the sword."

"You're right." Xu Shuanglin still smiled, "I also think Chu Wanning really wanted to kill you back then. But I didn't expect you to persuade him. Not only did you escape from his Tianwen, but he also blocked his mouth, so that he did not make the things you did by Jin Chengchi public. If you want to talk about your ability to save your life, I still admire the leader's Immortal Lord."

"He also knew that the Confucian Feng Sect could not be in chaos, so what could it be if he was angry?" Nangong Liu said, "What's more, I have Si'er, which made him think that his mother died of severe injuries when she eliminated monsters. It was much less exciting than the real ones."

Xu Shuanglin sighed and nodded fairly: "No wonder he wants to leave. If I were him, I should have disgusted you."

"Do you think I want it? Do I have a choice? I said everything-" Nangong Liu said, "The fate is unfair."

Seeing this, someone quietly looked over to Chu Wanning and muttered: "So Grand Master Chu actually knew about Mrs. Rong?"

"He knew that he was also helping Nangong Liu hide it, but he didn't tell the world."

"He was probably afraid of trouble. He was only fifteen years old at that time. If he really offended the Rufeng Sect, he would be in trouble."

Someone whispered for Chu Wanning: "I don't think so, he just lost his big shot because of a small loss. You heard that Nangong Liu said that Grandmaster Chu would not tell the truth. I am afraid that Nangong Si would be sad after he found out."

"But he is a little bit insignificant. Is it important to be a child or the purity of the leader of a sect? Alas, if he had said it earlier, the Confucian Sect would not have been in this state."

"You can't say that. If he really said it back then, the upper cultivator world would probably be in chaos... In short, everyone has their own choices. If you change it, you may not be willing to stand up."

"Ha, that may not be true. If it were me, I would definitely come out immediately to reveal Nangong Liu's true face. If you have to stand by and watch in such a thing, it is equivalent to being an accomplice."

Although their voices were small, Mo Ran had good ears. A few words floated into his ears. He was angry immediately and was about to discuss, but his sleeves were pulled by someone.

"Master!"

Chu Wanning looked dull and shook her head: "No need to say more."

"But that's not the case at all! Did they not understand? How could you make the matter public in that case? Who can't tell the priority? Mingming-"

Chu Wanning said lightly: "Angry?"

Mo Ran nodded.

Chu Wanning said: "What do you have to do?"

Mo Ran nodded again.

Chu Wanning said, "Okay, then you can cover my ears for me."

“…”

"I have no intention of arguing with it, but I don't want to hear it. You can help me cover it and wait until they don't say it, then let go."

Mo Ran really walked behind Chu Wanning, raised his hand, one on one side, and covered his ears. He lowered his eyes and looked at the person in front of him, feeling very angry and heartbroken. He really couldn't understand why Chu Wanning did everything so well, and there were still people who were dissatisfied with it? This person seemed to have lived for others for two lives, and he never lived a day of selfishness. Why did he have to be stumbled by so many people as long as he did something controversial and did something not handled so clearly in black and white?

It seems like this is always the case. People are often used to being grateful for the evil people's good deeds and stubbornly seldom for the good people's mistakes.

In his previous life, the Immortal Lord killed countless people. One day he took the wrong medicine and gave it to the masters of Wubei Temple, and was praised by others. They all said that the Immortal Lord put down his butcher's knife and became a Buddha. During that time, the Immortal Lord in the mouth, because of this little good deed, was emitting dazzling brilliance all over his body.

And what about Chu Wanning? Chu Wanning is an indisputable master and an immortal master who is the most kind and kind in the world. Therefore, as long as he is a little wrong, he will be speculated infinitely maliciously.

This has been the case many times.

Chu Wanning was ruthless when he was doing things, and someone scolded him for being cold-blooded.

Chu Wanning's work is soft, and some people question him for fear of trouble.

During his five-year trip, Mo Ran even heard someone talking about Chen Yuanwai in Caidie Town. Someone said that Chu Wanning was trying to attract attention, so he whipped his employer and hurt mortals.

"He is just a wooden man without a conscience. Otherwise, you can see, how can a normal person have no friends? Look at Chu Wanning, who is betrayed the master of sin at the age of fifteen, and has been alone since then. This world is so great, who would be his friend?"

"Yes, no matter how wrong Chen Yuanwai of Caidie Town was, he was the employer. Chu Wanning took such a heavy move, so he ignored the sect's face and the rules of the Immortal Sect. I think he was lonely for a long time and felt a little distorted."

Psychological distortion?

Who is distorting?

Isn’t this person giving enough?

Is it true that he needs to squeeze his blood, chew the flesh, and even sacrifice his bones, that is the right, that is good, that he deserves the heaven and earth as the veritable Master Chu?

Mo Ran covered his ears. Chu Wanning was tall and slender, but standing in front of Mo Ran, his chin was still only on his head. Chu Wanning was not a weak person, but Mo Ran looked at him with his eyelashes down, but suddenly felt that he was pitiful and could not help but feel infinite love and softness.

He wanted to hug this person than ever before.

It is not passionate or desire, but simply wants to hold him, wanting to warm him with his flesh and blood in this hard world, and that's all.

Chu Wanning was more used to these doubts that he had just said, and the words "If it were me, I would definitely be like this, what would be like this?", and it seemed very dull than Mo Ran.

At this time, Jin Chengchi's memories were over. The memories fragments were collapsing and reorganizing. Chu Wanning looked away and fell on Nangong Si.

Nangong Si turned his back to him, kneeling and never stood up again.

Chu Wanning sighed softly.

Although he and Nangong Si do not have the name of a master and a disciple, they have the reality of a master and a disciple. If possible, he really hopes that Nangong Si will always think that Rong Yan died unfortunately when he killed a monster, but things went against his wishes. After so many years, the paper was still penetrated by flames and burned to ashes.

In Chu Wanning's eyes, Nangong Si, who was kneeling now, and the child who was kneeling in the mourning hall in his memory, suddenly overlapped.

The child was carrying Xiaoyaoyou clumsyly, but his back was very awkward and could not be connected. He wiped his tears and slowly carried it to his mother.

"There is a fish in the North Ming, whose name is Kun. Kun is so big that it is not known how many thousands of miles it is; it turns into a bird, and its name is Peng..." He stumbling. Every time he stops, his young and tender face has the pain that he should not suffer at this age. "And it is the world... praise it without persuasion, and the world... is not the world... is not the world... is not the world... is not the world... is not the difference between the inside and the outside, and the debate is the..."

The child's soft voice stopped abruptly. He did not carry it down. His small body was trembling gently, like a pudding in the wind. He finally covered his face, could no longer bear it, and burst into tears.

"My mother... I'm wrong, Sier's wrong... Can you wake up? Mom... I'm not tempted to play anymore. When you wake up, you teach me again, okay?"

Later, Xiaoyaoyou became a copy of the text that Nangong Si would write in every morning class, accompanying him, from a child who was drooling to a young Confucian scholar who was full of energy.

Mrs. Rong left and could no longer teach him.

Not long after, Chu Wanning also left and never looked back.

Nangong Si has never been a disciple. With this old arrow bag that was stitched and repaired, and with the words "Greedy, resentment, killing, adultery, stealing, and plundering are seven things that I cannot do with Confucian gentlemen", he finally grew into a righteous hero who was completely different from his father in this world's No. 1 sect where people's hearts are separated from their belly.

At this time, nearly fifteen years have passed since Mrs. Li Rong’s death.

The illusion gathered again. This time, what appeared in front of everyone was Nangong Liu's bedroom. It was a full moon night. Nangong Liu shrank on the bed, with a cool mat on the couch and a lady bamboo placed on it. It was obviously summer, but Nangong Liu was wrapped in several layers of thick mattresses, shaking constantly, and her lips were blue and purple.

Chu Wanning patted Mo Ran's hand: "I let go, I want to continue watching."

Mo Ran said, "You can't just ignore it, I'll tell you." He still didn't want to put down his hand covering Chu Wanning's ears, but Chu Wanning slapped it twice. He knew that he couldn't resist it, so he had to lower his hand, while also swept around in a very gloomy manner. He thought that someone would say Chu Wanning's fault, so he secretly poked it in his mind and went back to settle the score with these people alone.

In the illusion, Xu Shuanglin walked in from the door and bowed a ruthless manner, very unruly. However, Nangong Liu seemed to be used to it and didn't care. He had blood in his eyes and asked tremblingly: "Shuanglin, where is the medicine? Where is the medicine?"

"I'm worthy, I've failed."

Nangong Liu shouted "Ahhh", and was so scared that he burst into tears: "How could it be...How could it be...You clearly said yes...I can't stand it anymore. My bones all over my body are like sharp thorns pricking myself! You, please help me close the windows tightly, don't spill any light in, don't even have to..."

"It's been closed tightly. Today is the full moon. Even if you don't go out, you will feel pain." Xu Shuanglin said, "It's useless, you can't escape."

"No—No! Where is the medicine?" Nangong Liu was a little crazy, "The medicine is the medicine is the medicine!! You said it can be used! I believe you! Where is the medicine!!!"

"I read the book again. I can't make it worthy. The evil curse on you is too cruel and you have to have something to untie it."

"What?! I can give you whatever you want!! Just give me medicine! Give me medicine!!"

Xu Shuanglin said: "I want to cast the spiritual core of the man."

"!"

Nangong Liu's face was pale in an instant.

"Spiritual core... do you want...you want his spirit core?"

“Is there any?”

"How come there is still there!" Nangong Liu roared, his hair was scattered, and his mouth was drooling, "You know who cursed me! My good master, that waste... pussy... gentleman! Luo Fenghua! He usurped my position, and when I drove him off the throne, he had already smashed him into pieces! I also pressed his ashes in the extremely dangerous blood pool of Feng Shui, and sent his soul to the Hell of the Avici Hell, and he will never be reborn! Now his corpse is gone! Do you still want me to find his spirit core? How do I find it? How do I find it!?"

Xu Shuanglin was quiet for a while, and when Nangong Liu finished roaring, he gradually became desperate and choked in his throat. Then he slowly said, "I have another way, but it's very difficult to do it. Do you want to listen?"

"Say... Say it, say it quickly!"
To be continued...