"This entanglement starts with knowing Hua Poan's life experience."
With the sound of Jiang Fuli's broken jade, the past events hundreds of years ago had been slowly lifted.
Hundreds of years ago, Hua Poan, was a slave in the school.
However, while other slaves were born to accept their fate, he was tough and disobedient. After angrily seeing those noble sons in fresh clothes, brocade hats and mink coats, he secretly asked in his heart why he was not the one who enjoyed the gorgeous clothes and beautiful articles? Why was it that he was born destitute in poverty, while some people were born without worries about food and clothing?
No one gave the humble child an answer.
Slowly, as he grew older, the wildness in his bones became more and more uncontrollable. He began to practice cultivation secretly. Originally, he just wanted to have a try, but then he was surprised to find that those noble kings and grandchildren could not practice good moves even with the power of nine oxen and two tigers, but he could master them easily.
He looked at his own wisdom and the mediocrity of the people, and his doubts and unwillingness grew deeper and deeper.
He thought that bloodline could determine the talent, so he was a slave, and those young men and women were nobles, but that wasn't the case.
Why was it then?
Why should he be a slave when he had such ability?
The little slave became increasingly obsessed with the secret. For this reason, he beat around the bush, read the classics and resorted to every conceivable means. His martial arts paid off. At the end of the day, the slave finally found out the real reason for his extraordinary talent——
His ancestors.
He knew the old story of Chonghua's founding, and knew that his ancestors were only one step away from the throne of the monarch, but because of his brother's calculation, he ended up in a situation of losing everything.
After that, the whole family was implicated, and their achievements were erased and they were classified as slaves.
That's what it meant, wasn't it?
He couldn't help but think that if his ancestors weren't so benevolent as women and had killed their brothers first, wouldn't the person who enjoyed supreme glory today be himself? Wouldn't the person wantonly trampling over his slaves be him?
After thinking about it, Hua Poan suddenly realized that he was not a slave, but that he was just from the wrong royal power.
He could have been respected.
After knowing these truths, when the little slave peeped at the princes and grandsons, he had no doubts in his heart, only hatred, contempt and ridicule. He looked at the trash with his eagle eyes, and saw that those mediocre fools could not reach the height he could easily reach.
The disgust of being deprived of glory was like weeds in his heart.
He wanted to change his life one day.
But Hua Poan was a smart man. He knew that bravery could only bring him to the ground, so even though he knew his life experience, he still pretended to be pitiful and confused. He was like a snake swimming in the grass, peeping out of the wind and grass outside. He hoped that he could get a decent opportunity to show his face in front of the king. Therefore, he needed to build himself step by step to climb the steps of the human race.
And the first step he chose was the most pure and kind master of the school at that time, Chen Tang— — the imperial master.
Hua Poan's heart was deep. He knew that Chen Tang was a good man with a soft heart and gentle temperament.
Therefore, from time to time, he acted familiar with Chen Tang, leaving an impression of obedience and understanding. When the time was right, he planned his own soul core rampage, and sure enough, he cheated Chen Tang's
pity.
When Chen Tang gently said to him, "Silly boy, I have told the emperor I would take you as a disciple. You can have a rest. When you are recovered, you can follow me in and out of the school," then, Hua Poan knew that the first step of his dangerous chess gamble was right.
When, flower break dark know their first step of dangerous chess is gambling right.
Chen Tang, a good stupid man, did not disappoint him.
After that, he wantonly used Chen Tang's sympathy and played cute and obedient around him, gradually becoming his closest disciple.
Because of the teacher's trust and support, he became more and more powerful, and one correct piece fell on the chessboard of ambition. It was getting closer to what he wanted.
But in fact, he was not without guilt.
When he saw Chen Tang teach him cultivation without reservation, when he saw Chen Tang's heart smiling at him without reservation, when he received his winter clothes from Chen Tang…
He had not doubted whether his actions were wrong or not.
Once, he was in a coma with a high fever. When he woke up, he saw Chen Tang's tired and shallow face asleep at the table, and he had a well-cooked medicine soup bowl in his hand. He looked at Chen Tang's elegant and beautiful profile, and suddenly his heart hurt so much.
In fact, over the years, he saw everything in his eyes. Seeing that Chen Tang didn't care about other people's accusations, he patiently taught him and guided him. He watched Chen Tang argue with others and said that the son of slaves had a pure and good nature, and that could not be taught.
He had eaten the sugar gourd that Chen Tang gave him, drank the rice porridge that Chen Tang cooked for him, and smeared the wound medicine that Chen Tang gave him… Chen Tang was the master of the school, but he had never
treated him lightly because of his background.
He also gave him a name, called him Hua Poan. Even in the long night, it could also bloom.
Therefore, when he called out the word "Shizun," from the beginning of his hypocrisy to the end, it was sincere.
However, he was so eager to climb the peak of power at that time. For him, hatred and ambition always prevailed. These truths did not change anything in the end. Even he knew very clearly that the Chen Tang family was a completely noble one. Among the families that overthrew his ancestors, the Chen family was one of the most important.
He could be sincere to Chen Tang. But he must not be soft hearted to Chen Tang.
Karma?
Bring trouble to oneself?
He didn't know.
In a word, Hua Poan did not change the direction of his plan. He overcame his inner entanglement, continued to spy on Chen Tang's secret methods, secretly studied those despised forbidden demonic techniques, and then changed the light techniques taught by Chen Tang into dark ones.
In the end, he raised troops for rebellion. He wanted to overthrow the Chonghua Dynasty.
In that year, he led hundreds of thousands of troops and led the blood demon beast Jingchen to suppress his mother state. His inner arrogance and high spirited could be imagined. Along the way, he imagined that after the destruction of the city, the whole country would kneel down and submit to him, a slave whom no one had ever seen before, and beg for a way to live.
He was delighted.
Would they live or die? Hua Poan was too lazy to presuppose so much. These people in his eyes were like the grass after autumn. They weren't something he would worry about in advance.
There was only one person where he did not know how to place. That was the first step he had stepped on, Chen Tang, the master of Xiuzhen school.
Dethrone him as a commoner?
No, no, no, that's not interesting.
Continue to let him teach in the palace?
Too boring.
Break his tendons and put him in jail?
... But why? Chen Tang was very good to him. He had never had a grudge against him. Why put him in prison?
But as soon as he thought of locking up Chen Tang, Hua Poan felt a burst of excitement, which made him lick his lips and brighten his eyes. At that time, he didn't know what this impulse meant. He only vaguely knew that one of the many parts of his great pleasure in conquering Chonghua was that he could manipulate the imperial master.
His pupils contracted slightly, and joy was written on his young and wild face.
It was the final closing.
After today, who would dare to be a mantis trying to stop a chariot?30
——
But in this game of chess, he had planned for thousands of endings, but he did not expect Chen Tang's choice.
Hua Poan didn't think of it in any case. Before he started the last game, Chen Tang was right in front of him. With the hands that had wiped his sweat, he ended the life of his most proud blood demon beast.
The man, with eyes that used to smile at him, now looked at him coldly. The voice that once gently explained the technique to him, now told him fiercely.
"It's all over. Hua Poan, you and your ambition can only stop here."
Your ambition.
Your plot.
Everything about you… Including your delusions.
It's the end.
You are my demon. I did not see your despicable face. So that the country will bleed no longer, then I, as a sinner, will prevent you from trampling on Chonghua.
I don't think it's terrible to die.
I just feel that, these years, you beside me, smiling and calling me Shizun, that modest and gentle appearance is the most terrible nightmare in the world.
On that day, people only saw Chen Tang die for the devil, but they didn't hear the final words Chen Tang asked Hua Poan.
He said, "Hua Poan, you have worshipped me as a teacher for so long. I ask myself, was there one day where I have not treated you well?"
"..."
"With all my respect and sincerity, I didn't expect… In exchange for… It's your reward... "
In the fierce whirlpool of spells, Hua Poan looked at the broken figure of Chen
Tang.
"Hua Poan..." Chen Tang stared at him and said hoarsely, "You have schemed for such a long time and used me for so long… Over the years, I ask you - have you ever thought about it and regretted it for a moment looking back?"
It seemed that something was blocked in Hua Poan's throat. He looked at Chen Tang's eyes, which were always full of encouragement and expectation, and never had any discrimination and suspicion… The bitterness was blocked until Chen Tang finally became ashes. He still did not say the answer he wanted to hear.
Chen Tang was dead.
Hua Poan is a strategist and careerist. He thought that emotion was not the most important thing for him, but he was still abnormal and strange after Chen Tang's death.
Fortunately, when Chen Tang died for the blood demon beast, he didn't directly say "I regret that I begged for you in front of the emperor" in the end. Maybe he didn't have time to say it, maybe he wanted to wait for Hua Poan, but anyway - very fortunate.
Otherwise, Hua Poan might be even more crazy. He was crazy enough.
Chen Tang died, the blood demon beast was sealed, Liaoguo was defeated.
This is the end of the war as the world knew it.
But no one knew that, after Hua Poan withdrew his troops and returned to Liaoguo, he was haunted by nightmares in great Liao's deep palace. Almost every night, he would dream of the day of the decisive battle. Chen Tang looked at him and asked him in front of the dust——
"After all these years, have you ever thought about it and regretted it looking back?"
He wanted to speak in his dream, but he didn't know what to say. At the end of the day, he always saw Chen Tang's head up with a long smile, blood and tears falling down his eyes.
Hua Poan, Hua Poan… Why did I give you such a beautiful name? How could you deserve it?
You don't regret it, do you?
I regret it.
The most regretful thing of my life is to have accepted a villain like you.
In the deepest part of the nightmare, Hua Poan spat out two words maliciously when he saw Chen Tang's cold face——
Cheap breed.
...
Bastard!!
He suddenly woke up, yellow satin fluttering around the bed.
Hua Poan's big mouth gasped. In the night, he couldn't quiet his beating heart.
His clothes were sweaty.
All the people of Liaoguo said that the leader of the kingdom was crazy.
After the defeat, he became more and more crazy.
Yes, he was crazy. But it wasn't because he lost like people thought. He was haunted by nightmares, by his reluctance and hatred, and by the pain he did not want to admit.
He sought all the ways he could find in Kyushu and tried to find the dead fragments of Chen Tang.
He was eager and crazy to ask Chen Tang why.
Why did he have to do this? It's different who is the king in this world! Why couldn't it be him? After he entered the city, even if he killed all the people, he would surely leave Chen Tang his life——
Why did Chen Tang die in the end? The only one he was willing to let stay was killed by the blood demon beast to save the trash he wanted to cut like weeds?
For what?
He cast his magic over and over again to piece together those broken souls.
Every time he failed, his resentment was even more serious. He would think that Chen Tang was indeed a lackey of Chonghua, destroying his hegemony and destroying his heart. To torture him so much was his revenge, right?
He wouldn't give up.
No one could stop him from doing what he wanted to do.
Finally one day, he found a cousin of Chen Tang. The ties of blood made the failed art of returning his life work. Hua Poan injected Chen Tang's soul into his fresh body, as if forcibly snatching it from him, and recalled the palace master. In the great fire hall, in the golden tent, facing the man who had been lost and recovered, and who had come back from the dead, Hua Poan had all kinds of thoughts rushing to his heart. But in the end, what he did was something he did not expect.
He put everything behind him, all the bitterness and malice that was laying in his throat. At last, his lips trembled slightly, and he leaned over to kiss him.
Chen Tang, the great master of the noble academy, a gentleman and a loyal minister…
Oh… It wasn't a living dead man who was made by him again!! What did Chonghua do for their heroes? They couldn't even protect the peace of the soul after Chen Tang's death!
How useless!
He was the most invincible overlord of Jiuzhou!
Under this kiss, he felt as if he had found the best way to have fun.
It was like a joke, making a puppet, summoning souls into its body, and saving a dead man for a night's entertainment?
But that night, like a thirsty traveler, he took the man who had been taken back from the palace of hell into his stomach and chewed his bones.
Chen Tang returned to his side as a living dead man. At this moment, Hua Poan suddenly didn't want to ask why Chen Tang had to sacrifice himself for the demon beast and save his country with his death.
It didn't matter. It was all over. At the moment, he felt incomparably stable. It seemed that he had been longing for this matter in his heart, but he only found it today.
He was content.
He was the only one who could satisfy him.
Chen Tang, who was brought back from the underworld by him, was very miserable. He was faced with his own business all day long. He was trapped in a cage, trapped in a body that did not belong to him. A soul who should have fallen into the netherworld was forced to stay in the world and suffer from the torture of living.
What's more, he didn't know when such a time would come to an end. After he was saved by Hua Poan, he seemed to have lost interest in expedition for the time being and began to study the art of longevity. It seemed that he wanted to continue such a day for one hundred years and two hundred years.
Hua Poan never gave him the chance to "die."
It was more absurd because after his previous death, Hua Poan's madness was even worse. This demon seemed to think that Chen Tang was too concerned about the life and death of unrelated people, and then there would be the act of dying for the devil. In order to let Chen Tang no longer put others in his heart, he studied all kinds of treacherous techniques to get rid of Chen Tang's relationship with the outside world.
A potion to forget friends and relatives, cutting off the curse of the missing, all of which were of no use.
Hua Poan even explored a kind of trick which could cut off the fate of mortals from generation to generation - whether it was marriage, kinship, or friendship.
Only by cutting off all the fates of Chen Tang and making this man's life master lonely, could he feel at ease and be sure that Chen Tang would not do anything to die for others.
But perhaps it was because of his conscience, or he was shaken by Chen Tang's unyielding stubbornness. At that time, the high priestess, who was in charge of taking care of Chen Tang in Liao palace, was moved with compassion.
This saint was Su Yurou.
Because of her ability and status, Su Yurou was one of the few people who could get close to Chen Tang.
Over the years, she saw that Chen Tang struggled to fight against these sorcery skills and suffered from the adversity of heaven. He could not live like death all day long. At the same time, he felt more and more unbearable.
Finally, one day, she made up her mind to rescue Chen Tang from the palace by taking advantage of Hua Poan's expedition due to the war in northern Chonghua. The two people survived the dangers and finally escaped from the territory of Liaoguo.
In fact, it was not out of selflessness that she helped him in this way. Su Yurou had fallen in love with Chen Tang at that time and intended to marry him. However, Chen Tang's marriage line had been cut off by Hua Poan. No matter how sincerely Su Yurou tried to treat him, she was only trying in vain. What's more, Chen Tang's memory became more and more confused, and his pain became more and more serious because he was tortured by Hua Poan.
Su Yurou was so sad that she finally made a decision——
When she came out of the palace, she stole one of the most precious treasures in Liao palace, which was the "reversal stone," an artifact handed down from the Chen Tang family that year.
It was said that this reverse stone had the ability to change the past, but the people of the Chentang family had always cared for it and never used it. Several times, Hua Poan wanted to use the reversal stone method from the mouth of Chen Tang to wake him up, but there was also nothing. But no matter what, the stone contained great power. It can change life against the sky.
Therefore, she used it as the eye of an array. Formed a spell to cast the array, she sealed all the memory and cultivation techniques of Chen Tang, and gave him a new life. From then on, there was no more imperial master in the world. Jiang Fuli was awakened from his bed.
The cost of casting a reverse stone was too high. Su Yurou was bitten back. Half of her face was so beautiful. The other half was like a demon. From then on, she could only hide her face with white gauze. The reverse stone was secretly embedded in Jiang Fuli's left eye. Due to its attribute, it would absorb the spirits of heaven and earth at night and fall into a temporary rest. This was why Jiang Fuli could not see things clearly in his left eye at night.
After that, Su Yurou and Jiang Fuli went on together. They thought that life could go on like this. But gradually, Su Yurou found that the mark of Hua Poan on Shen Tang was really terrible. For example, Jiang Fuli, suppressed by the reversal stone, could hardly remember anything, but will suddenly ask her, "Did I ever have a very clever little apprentice?"
He even sat by the window in the warm spring afternoon when the peach blossoms were beginning to bloom, copying a book in silence.
"What are you writing?" she asked curiously.
Jiang Fuli's mood was light and had no emotion - it was the state he had been in since he was suppressed by the reversal stone. This state often made her feel like he was a walking corpse. However, only in this way could he live a little easier, and he will not have to sleep and suffer.
Jiang Fuli said, "I don't know. I suddenly thought of these things in my mind and wrote them casually. It seems to be a good sword technique."
She leaned over to have a look, but she was dumb.
"Water breaking sword technique."
In the Liao palace, the monarch Hua Poan liked to practice a certain set of sword techniques the most. As the saying went, "in five years, a sword changes in spring and autumn. In ten years, it goes against the vicissitudes of life. The sword can cut water, but it is hard to break a king's heart." The water breaking sword was the first set of sword techniques taught by Chen Tang after he got into the school. It was said that it was written by Chen Tang according to the merits and demerits of Hua Poan's techniques.
Once upon a time, when Hua Poan was talking about the past, he always had some crazy silken pride but also some sadness between his eyebrows and eyes.
As for Hua Poan, he later learned countless fierce swordsmanship techniques. The water breaking sword was not the strongest move.
For Chen Tang, he had created many wonderful techniques in his life, and the water breaking sword was not a great creation.
But now, Jiang Fuli had forgotten everything, but he could write this set of sword techniques calmly in front of the small window. Su Yurou did not know what it was like.
Jiang Fuli looked up. "What's the matter? Do you know the origin of this sword technique?"
She drooped her eyes in a hurry. "It's nothing. I, I don't know... "
In this way, they hid in the forest for many years.
Hua Poan used to study the forbidden technique of immortality in Liao palace.
He gave that kind of medicine to Jiang Fuli and Su Yurou. Because she let Jiang Fuli cultivate and live and was afraid of being chased by Hua Poan, she hid in the deep mountain border. Gradually, she did not know the geometry of the world.
When she felt that the time was almost over, she came out of the mountain to ask around and found out that hundreds of years had passed.
In her heart, she was astonished to know that the secret longevity method of Hua Poan was actually successful. After inquiring about the situation of various countries, we learned that many small countries had been destroyed and newly established in the past few hundred years. When asked about Liaoguo, she learned that Hua Poan, the leader of the state, was too eager to seek longevity. He practiced witchcraft and formed too many feuds. Finally, he made a fool of himself. After being stabbed and killed, he was pierced to death. Today's Liaoguo has changed several heads of state, but their leader was a puppet, and the real master hidden behind the scenes was actually the Guoshi of Liaoguo.
After hearing this, she could not help but feel relieved that she and Jiang Fuli could finally return to the world without worrying about being tracked by Hua Poan.
However, she was still a little nervous, and always felt that the mysterious
Guoshi seemed to be vaguely familiar and ominous.
Her uneasiness was confirmed a few years later.
She and Jiang Fuli had lived away from the world for hundreds of years. After returning from the mountain, they both traveled south and north, getting familiar with the modern world and saving many innocent people from the fire of war.
Once, they passed a small village in Lichun which was being slaughtered by practitioners of Liaoguo. Jiang Fuli rescued a pair of orphans under the knife. The older one, holding his younger brother, kowtowed to Jiang Fuli wearing a mask and asked him to take him away.
Jiang Fuli was a person whose feelings are sealed off. According to principle, there would be no loosening. However, that day, he stared at the young man who knelt in front of him to beg for help, but he did something unexpected to Su
Yurou——
He gave the boy the copy of his copy of the water breaking sword technique. "It's useless for me to keep this sword manual. It's too weak. However, if you have a good understanding of it, you may be able to understand some of this sword manual by your own virtue. It is enough for you to protect yourself."
After returning, Su Yurou asked him why he did it. Jiang Fuli held the medicine powder carelessly and said, "I don't know. Seeing him kneeling down in front of me and asking me for help, I felt… It seems that I have seen it somewhere."
Su Yurou was surprised.
Yes, there was a man who had knelt down like this before.
It was hundreds of years ago, in Chonghua academy, an ambitious servant boy knelt down in front of you, imploring you to save his life.
Su Yurou did not say these words, but she looked up at the gray sky.
In rainy season, there was lightning behind thick clouds.
She knew that the storm was coming again.
Liaoguo suddenly launched their pursuit of them. A few years after Jiang Fuli gave the youth the water breaking sword technique, suddenly a Liaoguo assassin launched a surprise attack. After the most dangerous chase, Su Yurou lost the last trace of luck - they could no longer move freely in these small countries. They needed to rely on a strong enough country.
She took Jiang Fuli back to Chonghua.
A hundred years later, Chonghua had already experienced a lot of vicissitudes of life. No one was aware of Jiang Fuli's identity, and Jiang Fuli himself was unaware of it. They seemed to have settled down like this, but Su Yurou had been worried about Liaoguo's sudden pursuit of them. She always felt that Hua Poan was always behind her, and the two eagle-like eyes were looking at her- but how could it be? Hua Poan was dead. And even if he didn't die, why did he suddenly look at Jiang Fuli, who was anonymous?
Her intuition made her more cautious. In order to further explore and make them settle down in Chonghua more normally, a few months later, she and Jiang Fuli wantonly arranged their wedding.
In fact, it was just a passing scene. Jiang Fuli's feelings were broken. No one could marry him.
But the news was spread out. The wedding banquet day, she deliberately accidentally exposed that half of the face that was not destroyed. It was a beautiful face, with a charming tear-shaped mole, so that the people who saw her were surprised.
After that, she waited quietly for the movement of Liaoguo.
The most chilling result came after a while.
Liao Guoguo's Guoshi suddenly began to search for women who were similar to her and invited them into the palace as saints. After that, he disguised all these girls as brides and killed them cruelly.
At the beginning, the boy who Jiang Fuli gave the sword technique to who was also unfortunately involved in it. Finally, he turned into a sword demon and made trouble with Chonghua.
Everything was too crazy.
In other people's eyes, it seemed that the Guoshi of Liaoguo loved this unique and elegant saint. He was deeply resentful because of her betrayal. So he married all the girls who were similar to her and killed all the women who got them to show his disdain. Even sword demon Li Qingqian thought so.
He thought that her beauty was a disaster, and she must be born with a unique posture that she could cause such a madman as the Guoshi to do this.
Only Su Yurou knew that wasn't it.
She finally realized that Hua Poan was not dead at all. She was afraid that he was seriously injured in the attempted assassination. In order to avoid seeking revenge, she had to call herself dead. She was afraid that these years, Hua Poan had always been hidden in Liaoguo. As a "Guoshi", he had been in charge of the power of Liaoguo for hundreds of years.
The exposure of Jiang Fuli's identity was precisely because he gave Li Qingqian the "water breaking sword" manual. Li Qingqian spent several years learning it and finally was able to dance one or two moves. Therefore, he was noticed by Hua Poan, who had been searching for the whereabouts of Chen Tang, and then
followed the cane and touched the melon to target Jiang Fuli.
So on that day, the sword demon ran away, and Su Yurou walked up to him. With a face behind the veil, she added a few words, and then his obsession was shattered because she knew what he had misunderstood.
Li Qingqian always thought that HongShao was killed because she was like the woman admired by the Guoshi. How could it be? The Guoshi was so angry that she felt that after hundreds of years, Chen Tang's curse had been freed and she could finally get married. Su Yurou, who had been with the him for one hundred years and was a beautiful woman, finally got Chen Tang's love and became a couple with him.
This was not the reflection of lovers in the whole world. He was telling Chen Tang that the woman you married was just like this. I could have as many as I wanted. You like women like that? Then I will put them all under my command, and then abandon them like my shoes.
People you like, and those who are similar to those you like, can die so easily.
I cut your dust, this is my curse to you.
Su Yurou's face to Li Qingqian -- where was there a peerless face? Only half of it was still there, and the other half was like ghosts and demons. She also told him that Li Qingqian, the man who saved you in Lichun country, was the man whom the Guoshi of Liaoguo really loved for a long time. You misunderstood. It was never me.
The reason why the Guoshi is so crazy is because of the one who once gave you "the water breaking sword" manual.
Jiang Fufi.
This was the end of the story.
There was a dead silence in the warm pavilion. Mo Xi looked at the man sitting opposite him with a pale face. Because of the help of divine wood, his memory was restored and the seal was removed. For a moment, he did not know what to say.
He could even clearly understand Jiang Fuli's embarrassment at the moment.
What was Pharmacist Jiang?
A living man? A puppet?
He seemed to be the Chen Tang from hundreds of years ago, but he wasn't completely.
He lived for so long with Jiang Fuli's life, but he was always alone, merciless and without desire. With a flick of the finger of a hundred years, he had no taste of life and did not understand the meaning of his existence.
Until now.
Jiang Fuli's long fingers caressed the stone and said, "Yurou sealed my seven passions and six desires with this stone, all my memories. Now I take it out myself and give it to you, which is the spirit stone protected by the Chen Tang family for generations. According to the divination of the divine wood, I know that only when you open it can all this be finished."
"..."
"Xihe Jun, I can fight Hua Poan. He is Chen Tang's disciple, and he should be killed by me. But I can't stop the blood pool of the blood demon beast from. Only the reversal stone can do it."
He twisted up the dark crystal, which made his fingers whiter and whiter.
"This is the only stone of this kind in the mainland of Kyushu. It has been handed down from ancient times to today. It used to do one of the three forbidden arts. As long as you open it, you can open a crack in time and space, and let the wearer go back to the past."
Mo Xi suddenly changed color. "Isn't that the gate of life and death of the three forbidden arts?"
"Not the same," Jiang Fuli said, "The reversal stone comes from the heaven and is a spiritual stone brought down by Fuxi. It came far earlier than the creation of the gate of life and death in time and space. It is not as powerful as the gate of life and death in time and space. At most, it can only make you go back to ten years ago, and it can't be done any more. In addition, according to the classics, once the door of life and death in time and space is opened, the caster is doomed to a bad end, and the world may also face a curse and be destroyed, but the reverse stone is not the same. "
"How is it different?"
"It has no curse. Most of the records about it are vague because it is too far away from the ancient times. According to the old records of the Chen Tang family, it is said that it can "reflect the soul and judge the heart of the monarch" and that it "has no harm to the world of mortals, and its fate is doomed." But no one is sure what these words mean. The people of the Chen Tang family only know that it can not be used at will, but it must be divined and inquired about to get the divinatory symbols of heaven's destiny before it can be handed over to that person. Otherwise, its consequences will be even more terrible than the real gate of life and death of time and space. "
The candle in the warm pavilion flowed soundlessly, and the dancing moths rushed to the fire of the solitary lamp and made a crackling sound.
Mo Xi looked at the stone silently, and Jiang Fuli handed it to him.
"According to the divinatory symbols of destiny, it should be handed over to you. You can open it and return to the day when Gu Mang was sent back to Chonghua as a peace making ceremony - before returning to the bank of the
Fushui River and Murong Lian went to look for him."
His heart beat quickly and his blood flow suddenly surged up.
Now Mo Xi knew that Gu Mang had not lost his memory before returning to the city. It was the emperor who sent Murong Lian to take away Gu Mang's sealed blood blood demon beast soul box, and Murong Lian was ordered to destroy all his consciousness.
That is to say, if he returned to that day, before returning to Murong Lian, he could—?!
He suddenly raised his head and looked at Jiang Fuli's eyes.
Jiang Fuli nodded his head and said, "as long as you completely destroy the source of power of blood demon beast at that time, the blood demon beast can never be reborn at this time. If it goes well, the fate of many people may change from that moment - you may be able to keep Gu Mang's consciousness and immediately rehabilitate him. Murong Chuyi may not die, and Hua Poan can't wake up his loyal servant... "
After a pause, Jiang Fuli said, "I can't guarantee that all these changes will be good. The reversal stone can last for only one hour or so. After you come back, the situation in front of you will change. In the past, only those who hold the reverse stone remember. Others… You're going to see a different ending."
"You may see a completely different temperament in Yue Chenqing. Maybe
Murong Chen suddenly realizes that he has not been forced out of the palace. He may still the emperor of the state. You may find that I am in a completely different state. This change you made in the past may lead to a different emphasis than today."
"But, Xihe Jun." Jiang Fuli looked out at the bloody earth and the sky covered by smoke.
"I'm afraid there's no worse ending than now," he said. "Since the divine wood divination says it should be so, we will gamble once."
"If you use the reverse stone to go back to the past, I will also find Hua Poan in the camp of Liaoguo, so that he can not have the energy to try to stop you during this period."
He spoke, taking out a high-quality brocade bag which he put the reversal stone in and tied it to the waist of Mo Xi.
"There is only one stone. We have only one chance. We don't have any lessons. When you're ready, let me know. " He used his only eye to watch Mo Xi, and the latter's thoughts mingled and turned to look out of the window at the rolling blood.
His Chonghua, his lover, their youth, their family home - all had the possibility of a new life.
"But you may die. No one knows…" Jiang Fuli said to him finally.
Mo Xi looked at Gu Mang's sacrifice in blood pool, and fell on Jiang Fuli again. "I'm ready."
The broken copper bell outside the window was ringing.
This was a big gamble before the dawn of Chonghua.
Only when the last road was right could they usher in dawn.
At this moment, what was life and death?
Mo Xi, he was a lonely man, no longer nostalgic.
He looked at Jiang Fuli's only eye. Hundreds of years ago, it was similar to this kind of eye. He once gently looked at Hua Poan, which opened a nightmare of the times.
Once upon a time, such eyes were staring at Hua Poan coldly, and its owner used his own life to make the nightmare come to an end temporarily.
And now, it was time for the end.
Jiang Fuli asked, "Are you really ready?"
"Yes."
"What will happen to you can be very cruel."
"..."
Jiang Fuli finally asked, "Is that ok?"
A light seemed to fall into Mo Xi's eyes. That beam of light, Gu Mang dressed in a bright red cloak, like battle armor wrapped in fire. Gu Mang looked back and smiled at him.
That pair of dark eyes that he didn't dare to dream of for all these years.
"Yes."
Mo Xi said.
"Pharmacist Jiang, please cast the spell."
The worst case is that he's going to die - that's what he thought before he went into the reversal stone.