Chapter 448

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

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

Allen Chu sighed softly.

Although he and Nangong Si did not have the title of master and apprentice, they were actually masters and disciples. If possible, he really hoped that Nangong Si would think that Rong Yan died while killing the monster all his life. After so many years, the paper was still penetrated by the flames and burned to ashes.

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

The child was carrying Xiaoyaoyou clumsily, but his recitation was very awkward and he couldn't connect it coherently. So he slowly recited it to his mother while wiping his tears.

"There is a fish in the North Ming Dynasty, and its name is Kun. Kun is so big that I don't know how many thousands of miles away it is; it turns into a bird, and its name is Peng..." He stumbled, and every time he stopped, his young and tender face showed , all have sufferings that should not be suffered at this age, "to be praised by the whole world...without persuasion, and repudiated by the world...without being...dismayed, it is determined...it is determined by the distinction between internal and external, Debate..."

The child's soft voice stopped suddenly, and he did not memorize it. His little body was trembling slightly, like a willow tree in the wind. He finally covered his face, unable to bear it any longer, and burst into tears.

"A-Niang...I was wrong, Si'er was wrong...please wake up, please, A-Niang...I won't be playful anymore, wake up and you can teach me again, okay?"

Later, Xiaoyaoyou became a scroll that Nangong Si would copy and write silently in every morning class, accompanying him from a young boy to a high-spirited Confucian young master.

Mrs. Rong is gone and can no longer teach him.

Soon after, Allen Chu also left and never looked back.

Nangong Si has never been a disciple. With this old quiver of repairs and the words "Greeting, deceiving, killing, robbing and plundering, these are the seven things I, a Confucian gentleman, must not do." In the No. 1 sect in the world, he grew up into an upright hero who was completely different from his father.

At this time, nearly fifteen years had passed since Mrs. Li Rong passed away.

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 was huddled on the couch. There was a mat on the couch and Mrs. Bamboo. It was obviously summer. , but Nangong Liu was wrapped in several layers of thick mattresses, shivering constantly, and her lips were blue.

Allen Chu patted Mo Ran's hand: "Let go, I want to continue reading."

Mo Ran said: "You don't have to look, I'll tell you." He still didn't want to put down the hand covering Chu Wanning's ears, but he was patted twice by Chu Wanning again, knowing that he couldn't hold it back, so he had to lower his hand. , while scanning the surroundings very gloomily, thinking that if anyone said anything about Chu Wanning again, he would secretly mark it in his mind, and then go back to find these people to settle accounts alone.

In the illusion, Xu Shuanglin walked in from the door and bowed awkwardly, which was very unruly. However, Nangong Liu seemed to be used to it and didn't care. His eyes were bloodshot and he asked tremblingly: "Shuang Lin, where is the medicine? Where is the medicine?"

"It matched, but it failed."

Nangong Liu shouted "Ahhh", and was so frightened that his nose and tears flowed together: "How could it be possible...how could it be...you clearly said it was okay...I can't stand it anymore, all the bones in my body feel like they have spikes." The thorn is pricking me! You, please help me close the windows tightly, don't let any light in, don't let in at all..."

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

"No - no! Where is the medicine?" Nangong Liu went a little crazy, "Where is the medicine? Where is the medicine!! You said it can be prepared! I believe you! Where is the medicine!!!"

"I looked through the file again. It's not worthy. This evil curse on you is so vicious that you have to find something to break it."

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

Xu Shuanglin said: "I want to cast a spell on the person's spiritual core."

"!"

Nangong Liu turned pale in an instant.

"Spiritual core... you want... you want his spiritual core?"

"Have it?"

"How could there still be one?!" Nangong Liu roared, his hair disheveled and his mouth drooling, "You also know who cursed me! My good master, that waste... pustule... gentleman! Luo Fenghua! He usurped me position, when I kicked him off the throne, I had already cut him into pieces! I also pressed his ashes in a blood pool with extremely dangerous geomantic omen, and sent his soul into the endless hell, where he will never be reincarnated! Now! His bones are all rotten! You want me to find his spiritual core? How can I find it? How can I find it!?!"

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

"Tell me... tell me, tell me quickly!"

"Although Luo Fenghua is dead, you should know that it is recorded in "Record of the Dead" that ghosts who fall into the endless hell, although they will never be reincarnated, can assemble three souls and seven souls to give birth to skin and flesh that are the same as in life, forming ghost fetuses, and transcending the world. The ghost fetus that died tragically becomes stronger, and some even grow a giant skeleton outside the ghost fetus to protect the soul."

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