On the soul-summoning platform of the Rufeng Sect, Xu Shuanglin looked at the golden flowing light floating in the night, and suddenly felt that it looked like the paper he threw into the furnace on the Lantern Festival snowy night that year.

It was burned to ashes in an instant, with only a few sparks still present, burning him through time.

Wang Luo Fenghua, Nangong Xu and Nangong Liu.

Can be friends and relatives throughout your life.

But Nangong Xu has long disappeared on earth. Now the one who stands here is Xu Shuanglin, a madman, a demon, who crawls back from the depths of hell and seeks life to all the righteous gentlemen in the world.

There is no more Nangong Xu.

He is like his name, drifting and helpless, floating in the vast world.

As time passes, the rocks and mountains are also broken and divided into tendons.

What's more, this tiny willow catkin.

So many years have passed, the willow trees are old, the maple trees are withering, and the floating floes are wandering. What we see is not the flowers from the end of the world, but the blood all over the mountains and the overwhelming hatred.

But why did he involuntarily hand over what Luo Fenghua had taught him to Ye Wangxi without any effort? Why did he feel compassion when he saw a true gentleman and kind person and could not take any more ruthless actions?

Why……

Why do you cry?

Xu Shuanglin knelt on the soul-suming platform and finally burst into tears. Tears followed his ugly and twisted face and kept flowing down. He rubbed Luo Fenghua's spiritual core, and finally cried so hard that he was choking and heart-wrenching as if every inch of the sound was dug out from his throat and blood.

"Master... Luo Fenghua..."

He had all the mechanisms, he was full of madness and hatred, distortion and desire, and made a plan for his whole life.

Is it just ruined?

After thinking about the Lingshan sword contest, he was full of resentment, so his father later said to be in Nangong Liu. He felt unwilling to accept it and seized the throne in anger.

——

He still remembered his father's aging and pale face when he was sick, and stared at him in disbelief.

"This position of leader is mine." His hand was strangled at his father's throat, closing it little by little, his expression was cold and cruel, and his eyes flashed with a bright light. "If my father doesn't want to destroy it, I will bear it. You are old and can rest."

"Xu'er..."

He closed his eyes and did not allow his father to continue talking. The meridians on his hands burst, and he could only hear a "click" sound that was cold, which was a strange sound of the throat rupture.

He took off the ring of Rufengmen and put it on his lips.

The ring was cold, but it was not colder on his face.

"I just want justice. If you don't give it to me, I will take it myself. Father, you don't have to hate me in the underworld."

Turn around and come out.

The scene changes in memory.

That was the first night after he usurped the throne and seized power. The servants were cleaning up the bloody stains on the ground after the war. His father was dead, and the Nangong Liu family was also locked in a water prison. All those who tried to resist him were suppressed. Everything was settled, and he didn't know what to do for a moment.

He had a stove in the yard and cooked tea on his own. He was the only one in the yard, and he rubbed the glittering ring of the head sect on his thumb.

From then on, he became the Lord of the Confucian Sect.

Of course, there is no need to say much about those outsiders who plotted against him at Lingshan Conference. They would chop and kill them all when they found opportunities, but he didn't know how to arrange his elder brother, let alone how to arrange Luo Fenghua.

The dusk is getting darker and the golden crows are sinking.

Seeing that it was getting darker, Xu Shuanglin finally made up his mind to go to the water prison to see his detained brother and his master.

He took a few followers and walked halfway, and the last trace of sunlight was swallowed by the night. He shivered, and suddenly felt a little cold and a little dizzy.

"Lord, what's wrong?"

After swinging away the servant who was about to support him, Xu Shuanglin said, "It's okay, I suddenly remembered that something was not handled properly. I'll go back to the hall first, you don't have to follow me."

He suppressed the increasingly obvious pain, put on his hood, and strode towards the main hall of Rufengmen. In the end, he couldn't hold on. No matter how hard he could bear it, he couldn't stand it for a while, and pushed the door in suddenly, and then closed the door tightly.

"Lord?"

"You stand at the door and guard, don't come in, don't move rashly. If there is any abnormality, report it to me at any time."

After giving the guard this order, Xu Shuanglin gasped and staggered to the depths of the hall, and suddenly took off his hood. He looked down and found that his flesh had been cracked, and there were hideous scars everywhere passing through.

His first reaction was that his father cursed him.

Then he felt it was impossible. The old man was already terminally ill and didn't even have the strength to cast spells. How could he do such a thing without anyone noticing?

What's going on?

It hurt so much, his muscles and bones were broken, and his skin was hideous. He kept spasming and shaking by the window, his knuckles were pale and twisted, and he lay on the ground to grab red marks.

It hurts really...

He didn't dare to shout, nor did he dare to call him a medical officer. The situation was not stable. As the leader of the rebels, how could he show his weakness?

He kept panting in the hall, rolling around in pain and twitching. As he kicked, he accidentally pulled off a curtain under the severe pain and fell on him.

The moonlight outside the window was blocked.

He suddenly felt the pain slowing down. He was sweating in cold sweat, huddled under the curtain and gasped heavily. After a while, he thought the pain had passed, so he pulled the curtain again, sat up straight, and wanted to stand up.

Who knew that when the moonlight shone, the skin was blooming again, and the pain was shaking.

Xu Shuanglin suddenly realized that he might not be able to shine at the moon. So he staggered up, struggled to close the windows, hid in the darkest place in the hall, and could not see his five fingers.

His breathing gradually calmed down.

The pain disappeared, and the blood-flowing flesh was healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Xu Shuanglin felt something strange, so she put on a tight cloak, without revealing her flesh at all. She rushed to the library and searched for it in the middle of the night before she found a book record in her grandfather's bookcase.

It turned out that Nangong Changying, the first leader of the Rufeng Sect, once fought with Gun. Although he finally defeated the evil beast and suppressed him under the Golden Drum Tower, he was hit by Gun's evil curse.

The ancient evil beast belongs to Yin, which is closely related to the darkness and moonlight. It curses the heads of the Rufeng Sect for all generations. As long as the moonlight is shining, the flesh will be torn apart and the pain will be so heart-wrenching.

On full moon nights, the yin energy is the most intense. Even if you don’t shine on the moonlight and hide in the darkest place, you will feel more distressed.

Therefore, for hundreds of years, this has been the biggest secret of the Confucian style sect. The leaders of all dynasties have been very secretive about it, for fear that someone will take advantage of the opportunity to take advantage of the situation. Even if it is a biological son, he will not reveal the truth until the last moment.

It's really ironic.

He went through a lot of trouble and got a position of evil power?

The next day, Xu Shuanglin came to the water prison.

Nangong Liu and his wife Rong Yan were both locked up inside, while Luo Fenghua was detained in another dark room.

He didn't go to see Luo Fenghua, but first came to his brother's prison.

"Ah Xu! Ah Xu! What are you going to do? What are you going to do..." When she saw him, Nangong Liu was extremely excited, but his hands and feet were sealed with curses. He could not move at all. He could only kneel on the ground and burst into tears at his younger brother, "Are you crazy? For the sake of the rank of the head, are you going to do this?"

After suffering overnight, Xu Shuanglin's face was still weak. He sneered coldly: "I just took back what I deserved."

“…”

"You took my sword technique and ruined my reputation. I was only twenty years old, Nangong Liu." He paused, his eyes cold, "I am only twenty years old, you let me see my whole life."

He walked over slowly, bent down and stared at his brother's face.

"Nangong Liu, a waste like you, has the ambition of power and wants to make a name for himself. What about me?" He said slowly, "I am more diligent than you and more talented than you. I have surpassed you in everything, but I can't compare to your words."

He pinched Nangong Liu's chin and used both fingers to pry open the other party's tightly closed mouth.

He stared at the smooth and sticky light red thing inside.

"It's really a powerful weapon that kills people without blood. You'll cut it."

Nangong Liu opened his eyes wide in horror, but because his mouth was stuck, he couldn't speak. He could only whimper and whimper and flowed downwards without stopping.

"Not cutting?" Xu Shuanglin sneered, "It's okay not to cut your tongue. Seeing that you and I are at least brothers, I will kill you quickly, so I can be considered as my mercy."

As soon as he let go, Nangong Liu burst into tears: "Don't kill me! Don't kill me! No, isn't it the Lingshan Conference? You, take me out, I will give you justice in front of the whole world!"

"It's too late." Xu Shuanglin took out a snow-white handkerchief, wiped his hand, and glanced at him lightly, "Now, everyone in the world will only admit it if you were forced to put pressure on me. The sewage you poured on me can no longer be washed away."

Before Nangong Liu could speak, he heard the sharp voice of a woman next to him.

"Nangong Xu! I know you were wronged first, but what are you doing now? Kill your father, strip away the ring of the leader, and now you want to kill your brother again. How could you be so cruel?"

"Oh, Senior Sister Rong." Xu Shuanglin smiled slightly, "If you don't speak, I'll forget you're here."

Although Rong Yan was pinned by the spell, she was still kneeling, but her expression was stubborn, and although her eyes were filled with tears, she was not weak: "I... I really misread you."

"What if you don't look at me wrong?" Xu Shuanglin smiled, "You were the one who gave me the sachet, and you were the one who married Nangong Liu. You were the one who gave me the first one. Sister-in-law, what's the face of you now telling me about the old things back then? You wouldn't want to tell me that you were involuntarily, he forced you, right?"

Rong Yan's face turned pale, as if she was about to say something, but in the end she bit her lower lip and slowly closed her eyes.

Tears flowed down her cheeks.

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

"No...no...Ah Xu, I can say anything, I can talk to you about anything... Don't kill me... Please, don't kill me..."

"Did you get your position wrong?" Xu Shuanglin wiped the blade, and there was still an evil smile on the corner of his mouth. "Nangong Liu, now I am the head of the sect, you are a prisoner, you have nothing in your hands, and you still want to negotiate with me about conditions? What should I use as a bargaining chip? Is your life?"

"I can be a cow and a horse for you! Yes... I can make grass and hold rings, I am willing to do anything! As long as you want, Senior Sister Rong can also return it to you!"

Rong Yan suddenly opened her eyes, turned her head suddenly, and was extremely angry: "Nangong Liu!"

Nangong Liu was so scared that he ignored his wife at all, but just sobbed at his younger brother, "As long as you let me go... please let me go..."

"Come on." Xu Shuanglin lazily and patted his face with the handle of the knife, "Do you think I'll touch the orange you licked again?"

"Then I'm OK-I'm OK-" Nangong Liu scraped his stomach, but couldn't think of anything, and he could only keep crying. Finally, he burst into tears and cried, "Ah Xu, we once said that we could eat pastries together, and climb together on the roof... Let's practice together, celebrate the Lantern Festival with Master, and learn to play the piano together. Have you forgotten all those days?"

Xu Shuanglin's face was slightly dark, but in the end he just sneered and refused to answer. The knife had been lifted, and after a while, he slashed and fell.

"ah!!"

"Wait a moment!!"

The cold blade was suspended just a few feet away from Nangong Liu's neck. In fact, Xu Shuanglin was not sure. Even without these two shouts, could his knife swing forward several inches.

But his expression remained unchanged, and he still said lightly: "What's wrong? You have so many last words."
Chapter completed!