always a fairy

Chapter 68 The Sky of Shaoyang
Twilight mist.

The old road is full of wild grass, flying in the wind, neither the sound of people nor horseshoes is heard, and the new moon rises in the sky, and the moonlight does not hide the meaning of desolation.

A solitary white poplar is sighing in the autumn wind, sighing for the shortness of life, people are so stupid that they don't know how to cherish this short life.

There are many tombstones under the poplar.

A pair of children were holding hands and playing, walked into the cemetery, covered their mouths in horror, and quietly backed out.

They are very scared.

But what they don't know is that these people they are terrified of are the people that other people think about day and night.

Chen Linchuan leaned against the poplar tree, looking at the tombstone. The person in the tombstone was his dream.

A poignant, painful dream.

His gaze never left the flower behind the tomb from beginning to end.

The other side flower.

He took a deep breath, and stretched out his hand to pick the flower, but suddenly a big hand appeared, grabbed the flower, and then uprooted it.

Chen Linchuan was stunned. The hand that flashed past just now could barely be called a hand, but he knew that no one wanted to have such hands.

That hand was almost completely rotted, flesh sores covered the back of the hand, but festered in the middle, black particles occupied the flesh and blood in that hand, but exposed the white bones.

He looked up and saw a person.

A skinny man.

Chen Linchuan didn't know whether he should be called a human being, but he had a human form, limbs, and a face.

It was a thin face, there was no flesh on the face, only the skin was left lying on the outside of the bones, and his teeth could be seen clearly just by looking at his lips.

The eyes were like two deep sunken holes, but his eyes were full of hope, full of joy.

He is laughing.

Very happy smile.

Holding the blood-red Bana flower in his hand, his trembling arm seemed to be about to shatter when touched.

He lowered his head and said with a smile: "You can't touch it."

Chen Linchuan was speechless. In front of such a person, no matter who he was, he would feel fear. It was not because he was afraid of this person, but because he was thinking: What has happened to make a person become like this?

He smiled again and said, "Do you know what kind of flower this is?"

Chen Linchuan was stunned and said: "Master Huicai said that it is... the Bianhua."

He smiled: "It turns out that senior brother asked you to come."

Chen Linchuan jumped up, took a few steps back, clenched the silver blade in his hand, and shouted: "You...you are Master Huifan..."

Master Huifan grinned, and when the wind blows, his teeth are shaking, but he is not stingy with his ugly smile, he keeps laughing, laughing happily, and laughing loudly, as if because he saw When it came to Silver Blade, "That's right! I'm Huifan, but I'm not a master anymore."

He grabbed the blood-red flower and seemed to see his destination, and said, "This is indeed the Bana flower, but in the Western Regions it has another name, Manzhushahua."

Chen Linchuan almost suffocated, staring at Master Huifan and said: "You... this... this is the poisonous flower!"

Master Huifan nodded, "That's right, this is the original appearance of that poisonous flower. It has not been influenced by other people's blood. It will kill people just by touching it, unless...unless you can save it with Buddhist teachings. Let it absorb your nutrients, otherwise, you will die if you touch it."

Chen Linchuan was shocked: "You became like this because of it...?"

Master Huifan said: "No, it's just a flower. It never forced me to eat it, and never forced me to dig a grave. How could it be it? It's just a flower."

Chen Linchuan was terrified, and approached Master Huifan, "Who told you to do this? Is it those nobles?"

Master Huifan shook his head, his eyes dimmed, and he said with a wry smile: "Things like the gentry are bugs that live on power. And power is like an apple to them. They will corrode and eat away power, and then Leave the glamorous appearance of the entire power for people to admire, and when Apple finds out, there is only an empty shell left inside."

Chen Linchuan stared blankly at him.

The skinny monk sat upright on the ground, staring at the last ray of red clouds in the sky, and said sadly: "Dajin has oppressed my Shaoyang for 50 years, and the land of Shaoyang has been ceded for three thousand miles, and then for another five thousand miles. Today, Shaoyang is still the sky, precisely because of the power, and precisely because of the gentry, I came from the Kingdom of Jin, but what I faced was such a hometown, I could only become the nourishment of these bugs, providing them with food to devour themselves Ability."

How could Chen Linchuan not know?

He stared at Huifan, and said in a low voice, "Is this... is the reason why you did this?"

Hui Fan said: "We killed the person you love the most, do you hate me?"

Chen Linchuan nodded and said, "Of course."

Hui Fan said: "That's right."

Chen Linchuan said in shock: "Right?"

Huifan said: "Master was forced to go to the Western Regions to retrieve the four-element jade-faced golden Buddha. The root of Manzhushahua is hidden in the jade Buddha. Master had no choice but to go, but the day before he left However, Eldest Senior Brother Huitang took a step ahead and left a letter to retrieve the Golden Buddha within ten years."

"He is the current Wuxian. Although he is younger than us, we have a deep friendship. Knowing that he went away to solve Master's confusion, we helped to keep Master in Lingyin Temple."

"Ten years later, he came back and was ordered to bring back the Golden Buddha, which also avoided the tragedy of Lingyin Temple being destroyed. But how could those people at the peak of power let us escape the sea of ​​suffering so easily? So... this The killing begins."

"Three years of killings happened all the time. What we have to do every day is to figure out who to kill and make their bodies into what we want... We agreed that only the five of us know about this matter..."

Chen Linchuan shouted: "Why don't you resist!"

Huifan laughed, and tears of blood flowed out, "Brother, when he left, he was nine years old and already entered the seventh-rank realm. Master once searched for Tianguo Temple and found all the tyrannical exercises of Shura Disha Pavilion. These exercises are all The unique and tyrannical exercises in the world, and the Buddhism here is also one of the best in the world, 360 methods, my brother has done all the math...but...but he still can't break the sky!"

Chen Linchuan was puzzled and said, "Heaven? Why break the sky?"

Huifan said: "The Shaoyang Jianghu is no longer our own Jianghu. Wherever the imperial power refers, it is a seal. This seal is the sky. With this seal, the monks in the Jianghu don't think that there is a person who exceeds the third rank. The sky and the three realms of all monks are the pinnacle of all martial arts!"

Chen Linchuan was completely frozen.

Hui Fan said: "The power of Shaoyang luck refers to the rivers and lakes. No one can compete with it, and no one can surpass it. Even if we use all the skills of Shura Disha Pavilion, we can't compete with it...how can we resist?"

Chen Linchuan said: "Then...then...then you..."

Hui Fan said: "We also thought about dying, but what? When we die, there will be others, who will bear the same infamy, who will live like death, and who will do these despicable things!"

"Who will go to hell if I don't go to hell? This suffering, this pain... can only be endured by myself."

Hui Fan closed his eyes and sighed: "Mr. Chen, my life is not long, but I am not the same as my brothers...I hate! I hate even more! I shouldn't have hatred, but I still hate! I hate this Shao The external cowardice of the Yang Dynasty, the internal cruelty of the Shaoyang Dynasty, the ignorance of the common people in this world, the collusion of officials, the injustice of this world, God has no eyes!"

"I hate!"

He howled in pain.

"I hate this Buddha for being useless, I hate this Buddha's dharma for being incompetent, I hate this day when imperial power and luck are gone! There are no immortals in this world..."

He raised his head and said, "After Senior Brother changed his name to Wuxian, I also understand his pain, but I can't do anything about it. I can only let these people do these dirty things until... Skyline appears."

Chen Linchuan raised his head subconsciously, and saw the dark red sky mark.

Hui Fan said: "Bai Hanshan, the sword fairy, used his own power to tell the monks in the world that the world can break the sky in martial arts. This is also the reason why we... want to resist, and this is also why Miss Shi Qiang The reason for being sent by Huicai, it turns out...we won...ahem...we won."

He held onto Chen Linchuan tightly and said, "Miss Xing was brought here by someone, not us who took her away."

Chen Linchuan asked anxiously, "Who is it?" After he finished speaking, he was shocked and remembered Bai Yujing's words.

The person who borrowed the fan was the one who killed Xing Yue'e.

He sat on the ground blankly.

Hui Fan said: "It seems that you know it too, and you have the same pain as me."

Chen Linchuan's face was ashen, but he still stood up and said in a low voice, "I'll kill him."

Hui Fan said: "Kill him, and your nine clans will be lost."

Chen Linchuan's face flushed immediately, his eyes were like fire, and he glared at him, "Jia Qing!"

Hui Fan calmly closed his eyes, and said lightly: "If one day you can stand on the head of the gentry, and ask Mr. Chen to bury us under the Great Compassion Building, we will use our lives to pay for the sins of these innocent souls... ...thank you..."

A fire ignited inexplicably.

Wrap Huifan's body inside.

He didn't make a painful cry, it seemed that this big fire was the most comfortable moment for him.

Through fire.

Chen Linchuan saw his face.

He is laughing.

still laughing.

Chen Linchuan knelt down.

At this moment, he yelled loudly, "Hui Fan! Remember it! I must stand on the top of the gentry, I must stand on the top of Shaoyang's power, not only that... I also want to serve the world Cangsheng, open up a new sky! I want to bury you with my own hands, and I must wait until that day."

The corners of Huifan's mouth raised, and he hesitated in the firelight: "Before...before...please...protect...my relic...I will always...be with you..."

Chen Linchuan will never forget that evening.

The setting sun is like blood, and the wind is like a knife.

In front of the grave of his beloved, he saw his greatest hatred dissipate like steam with the light of day. That night was the most difficult night for him.

He didn't cry any more that night, nor was he angry any more.

It was also on this night that he finally understood that anger and crying are useless and cannot change anything.

He seemed to have lost all emotion, just spent a long night leaning on the arms of the warmest person.

He didn't fall asleep, nor was he awake. He saw a lot.

Until the end, he picked up the relic that was still shining in the ashes, and returned to his courtyard.

Under the watchful eyes of my father and mother full of worry and hope, I picked up the book.

That day, he only said a word.

"Qiu Wei, I want to become an official."

(End of this chapter)