Article 598

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"Greeting, deceitful, murdering, robbing and plundering... I am... a Confucian gentleman... Seven... can't do..."

A faint murmur was like thunder, exploding in the ears.

Mo Ran suddenly pulled himself out of the quagmire of memories, but there was still a mess of sparks in front of his eyes. He looked up at Nangong Changying, who had been pierced through the chest by Nangong Si's cloud-piercing arrow in the barrier.

The face is exactly the same as that of the jade sculpture from back then.

Someone was exclaiming: "Nangong Si is so injured, how can he pull the Cloud Chuan Bow?!"

"Did you prepare that bow a long time ago?!"

"Look, there is spiritual power attached to the bow...it's not Nangong Si's! Yes, it is..."

No one continued.

But everyone knew it.

It belongs to Nangong Changying.

The only person who can control the Cloud-piercing Divine Bow is Nangong Changying.

On that bow and arrow, there was the last spiritual stream left by Nangong Changying before his death.

The fire quickly spread and burned in Nangong Changying's chest. The cloud-piercing arrow pierced his heart, and the fire spread to his whole body in an instant——

But the corpse felt no pain. Nangong Changying's body looked so upright in the flames, and his face looked so peaceful and calm, even calm.

Mo Ran heard Xue Zhengyong murmuring next to him: "Has he expected it?... He... Has he expected such a day?"

No……

It couldn't have been expected, it was just a coincidence.

The ink burned with a smile, and the pupils were twisted into two thin slits——

This is just a coincidence!

But how could he convince himself? Being able to break free from the control of Zhenlong chess pieces, the long-severed meridians, and even the divine martial arts Chuanyun buried in Jiao Mountain but never buried with him, and the bows and arrows filled with spiritual power on Chuanyun.

...How could we have achieved this level of success without careful arrangements.

He staggered back.

He once thought that they were the same. He once thought that all the legendary heroes in the world were just born with a pair of hands that could cover the sky. They could wipe away the stains of their lives and put on clean shrouds, leaving behind a piece of pure white. , he thought that Nangong Changying, like the Confucianism Sect he had seen, was just a facade, a villain wearing a human skin mask!

Was he wrong?

He looked at Nangong Changying, who was wrapped in brilliant fire. Hundreds of years ago, he was an immortal with amazing spiritual power and the ability to penetrate the heavens and the earth.

Was he wrong? ? !

Nothing can drown the sin. No matter how high-sounding the official history is, it will leave flaws that cannot be explained. Youyou's mouth can never be stopped.

Nangong Changying is a kind person who refuses to seek hegemony or ascend - he once thought that was just a whitewash and a cover-up for himself by someone at the pinnacle of power.

Is he wrong...?

Nothing can hide the truth, just like the snow that has been deposited for the whole winter will melt. After the vast white color fades away, the earth will reveal its face of ravines. The dirt hidden in all the wrinkles will have nowhere to escape. When the sun shines down, they will all disappear. Screaming in the daylight.

Is he... wrong...?

Mo Ran slowly shook his head. He stared at Nangong Changying. Nangong Changying had also raised his face. He was still covered with the black ribbon embroidered with dragon patterns. No one could see his eyes. Mo Ran Not even visible.

But I don't know if it's his own illusion, but Mo Ran feels that Nangong Changying seems to be smiling. There are laugh lines under the black silk ribbon. Fire can't burn them away, water can't wash them away, and nothing can cover the shallow veins. With traces of smile, he stood quietly in a sea of ​​fire and warm light.

If possible, he would also like to be selfish for a moment and leave this disabled body to be always accompanied by green mountains and cypresses, becoming a hero for future generations.

The world is so beautiful that no one wants to leave.

However, he also knew that sometimes it would be impossible not to walk, so he had already made a calculation. Cutting off the sutra and hiding the bow would prevent the body from being used by others in the future and becoming the accomplice of a tiger.

The world is so beautiful, flowers are enough, and it shouldn’t be stained with blood.

"Master Tai..." Nangong Si held the Cloud-piercing Divine Bow and knelt on the ground. The firelight illuminated his young face and the tears on his face, "This junior is unworthy..."

The fire that penetrated the clouds burned away the Zhenlong Heizi in Nangong Changying's body. He was about to be burned to ashes, and his entire body became lighter and lighter in the firelight.

Nangong Changying, who was completely free, asked Nangong Si: "How many years has passed since the Confucianism Sect was established?"

He was just a corpse, his soul was gone.

Not much memory and consciousness can be retained in the physical body, so if you want to ask, you can only ask such simple things.

Nangong Si did not dare to neglect, and replied with a choked voice: "It has been four hundred and twenty-one years since the Confucianism Sect was established."

Nangong Changying tilted his head, and now he even had a smile on his lips.

"It's been a long time," he said.

The sound was faint, like the gentle wind passing through the mountains and forests, scattered without a trace.

"I thought it would be over in two hundred years." Nangong Changying's voice was gentle and generous, flowing through the grass and leaves of Jiaoshan Mountain, "Everything in the world has a lifespan, and when the lifespan is up, it cannot be extended by humans. Besides, aging has a certain limit after all. The day will be replaced by youth, and the shabby will one day be replaced by new. When something is used for a long time, it will become dirty and old. Someone will throw it away and overthrow it. This is a good thing. You don't have to blame yourself."

Nangong Si suddenly

When he raised his head, his face was as white as a sheet of paper due to excessive blood loss. His voice trembled slightly: "Master!"

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