Fu Canglu

Chapter 664 Return to Zero
The dagger with a scarlet luster touched the old man's chest and robe, and the extremely sharp blade cut through the clothes silently, and the tip of the knife touched the flesh and blood.

The light of the knife flashed past in the darkness. He clenched the short handle of the dagger tightly and exerted force in an instant. The dagger pierced the skin, and blood spattered.

Yuan Tiangang shrank his pupils.

A splash of blood spattered his face.

The young man's face could no longer be calm, he covered his chest with one hand, his face was full of pain, he stumbled backwards and fell down, knocking down a pile of messy things.

The old man looked as usual, lowered his eyebrows, and stared at himself.

The hand holding the knife never trembled, and slowly moved to clear the way on the chest, and finally opened a cross knife flower.

The dagger sharply cut through the bones and cut the gaps. It seemed to be extremely smooth, but in fact it was a bit difficult.

Scarlet blood was already flowing out from the edge of the bed. It first spattered from the chest wound where the dagger was inserted, and then began to spread rapidly, staining the pure white mattress with blood red.

Due to the torment of the illness and the restraint of the darkness, Xiao Wang's face was pale and haggard, a large amount of blood spurted out for a while, like a narrow waterfall, and then lost the motivation to continue gushing.

No one would be able to cut open his chest and cut out his heart so calmly.

But Xiao Wang didn't frown once from the beginning to the end, and there was a very faint smile on his lips. After finishing this work, he no longer lowered his eyebrows, but stretched his eyebrows, silently looking at the young Confucian who fell on the ground. scholar.

Xiao Wang sat up half of his body and leaned against the head of the bed, with his hands resting on his sides, the blood gushing out of his chest kept taking away his consciousness.

He smiled and looked at the boy in front of him.

Yuan Tiangang let out a soft uh, he raised his head somewhat bewilderedly, looked at Xiao Wang, and saw the pool of blood on the bed that had already been dyed scarlet, and the dagger pierced to the bottom of his heart.

Feel the same.

A knife pierces the heart.

Life goes by so fast.

He didn't bleed, but Xiao Wang's blood gushed out continuously from outside his chest, the cross-cutting blades touched his ribs on both sides, the pale bones were washed horribly, the rolling blood took away his body temperature.

Xiao Wang's consciousness had already begun to blur.

He kept smiling, and his mind was already in chaos.

The room was still dark, and the coreless spontaneously ignited lamp flickered wildly. The two looked at each other, and a cold feeling came into their minds.

"I've been here, I've been. Now I'm going."

"The spring flowers in the south of the Yangtze River, the heavy snow in Gusu, these are all excellent. But I just need to stay in the dark, and leave these beautiful foods to my children, to my tens of millions of people, and to those who are destined , for those who work hard.”

"But not for you."

Xiao Wang's voice came out of his throat with difficulty, with a lightness of relief, and finally painful joy: "I will not let you live, the future belongs to them, and no one has the right to interfere."

These words are like fluff in the wind.

His consciousness has gradually dissipated.

The young Confucian scholar who was sitting on the ground and clutching his chest had a sickly flush on his face. He stared at the old man on the bed with a gloomy look. Groups of huge lights lit up in his sleeves, and then dimmed again. , rolling back and forth, the whole person is like a straw man wrapped in a strong wind, lonely and helpless, and finally hoarse in pain: "Xiao Wang, you, lunatic."

The old man smiled indifferently.

He put his hands on his side, half leaned against the bed, and closed his eyes slightly.

The last picture in my mind is a swaying white catkin, floating out from the flower core, wandering the world with the strong wind, and I don't know where it landed.

A lifetime of wandering.

"There are eight hardships in life."

The white catkin was picked up by a slender young man. He stood in the night of Lanling City, his robe reached the ground, and the night was like water.

With his back to all sentient beings, he stood on a very high place, very much like himself when he was young.

"Birth, old age, sickness, death, parting from love, long-lasting resentment, unable to ask, unable to let go."

In the darkness, he turned around slowly, Xiao Wang saw an old face.

It turns out that when you are about to die, you will really recall your entire life.

The iron cavalry came clangingly, and roared away.

"Living in the troubled times of the Eight Great Kingdoms, suffering from ups and downs, is suffering for life."

"Now that the flowers are white, no matter how hard it is to be vigorous, it will eventually turn into a pile of loess, which is a pain for the old."

"Working and worrying makes me sick, my heart and lungs hurt, and I often can't sleep because I am suffering from illness."

"Six realms of reincarnation, karmic retribution, thousands of miles of rivers and mountains trampled by iron horses, thousands of dead bones under the stele, karma entanglement after nightfall, dead souls crying in nightmares, just waiting for me to go to hell and sacrifice my life for reincarnation, it is suffering for death."

"The loved ones are all gone, and it will be difficult to see each other in eternity. It is the pain of parting for love."

"What I hate is that the world cannot be united, and what I want is hard to come by. It is a long-term suffering for resentment."

"I only want to be safe and secure in this life, but when I grow old, I am lonely and widowed. I want to avoid suffering."

"I wish I could let go of all the glory and wealth, and when I can go back, I will be like ordinary people. I have asked myself countless times, but I can't let go, because I can't let go of suffering."

"Sitting in this seat, walking like walking on thin ice, destined to suffer a lot in the world."

Years of reincarnation, day and night.

The appearance is old, and the temples are gray.

Now is the time to leave.

It seemed that there was a voice asking softly in Xiao Wang's mind.

You, what else can't let go?
The old man shook his head.

The blood on the bed no longer flowed.

The old man stopped breathing.

The soaked mattress, the white and red edges, no longer spread.

The coreless self-igniting flame no longer swayed, and the flame kept toppling to one side, and the bright flames splashed out, maintaining a resolute attitude that would not be extinguished.

Some blood beads are still flying up, and some blood beads are still falling.

They are all still.

The whole room, everything, is still.

Except for the sound of a beating heart.

Gudong.

咕咚
Extremely slow, but it proves that someone is still alive.

With one hand on the wall, the young Confucian scholar stood up with difficulty, his shoulder smashed two drops of blood hanging in the air, and the white coir raincoat was dyed blood red for the first time.

His breathing was no longer even.

That calm young face also carried a look of pain that hadn't dissipated.

Even the owner of the hidden valley who stopped him at the ghost gate, used the hidden valley celestial phenomenon scroll, and poured out all the nine-flow techniques, he couldn't let himself suffer such a serious injury.

on this bed
on the bedding.
What's dripping on the ground and hovering in the air is Xiao Wang's blood, and it's also his own blood.

This madman, this madman!

Yuan Tiangang looked at the old man who had closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and asked in a deep voice, "Isn't it good to live?"

Of course there was no answer.

Seventy-eight percent of the old man's consciousness has drifted away. Before leaving this world, he thought back on his life and felt that he would die without regret.

There is nothing wrong with being alive.

At this point, it would be better to die.

The wooden roller blinds outside the window sills glowed faintly, and the first ray of dawn shone outside the room. Yuan Tiangang glanced back, his hand covering his heart was a little harder, and in his eyes there was nothing but Urgent, and no more color.

He has to make a decision.

Do you want to use the karma you have accumulated for so many years?
Those karma should not have been used at this time.

Used here, it is equivalent to changing the future.

After that, the consequences are unpredictable.

The young man gritted his teeth and stared at the old man on the bed whose smile was gradually loosening.

That's too late
He has no choice.

The shimmering light on the wooden roller blinds flickered once or twice, and swept back into the sky from outside the house. The heavy snow in the distance began to retreat, and the light of a ray of tide retreated into the darkness with the tide.

Inside the house, take Yuan Tiangang as the center.

The sound of "ding" is like a wind chime hanging in the depths of the soul, and then it spreads. All the things that were knocked down on the ground, the broken ones began to be reshaped, returned to the shelves, and the splashed out The blood, the crimson water droplets suspended in the air, flowed back one after another, and the color on the dark red mattress spread like ice and snow, and returned to a snow-white state.

In Xiao Wang's chest, an invisible force pushed the muscles to reorganize and the bones to regenerate. Holding the sharp dagger, it was like a grand knife light reshaping life. Like butterflies fluttering in the flames of candles.

In the end, the young man gave a loud shout, raised his eyebrows, and raised his hand suddenly, the sharp dagger was separated from Xiao Wang's chest, the exposed skin on his chest was smooth, even the traces of aging could not be seen, it was so white Like the birth of a baby.

There was a crisp sound in the air.

The cold blade flew into Yuan Tiangang's hand, he held it with his backhand, and inserted it heavily into the wooden frame beside him.

There was a tremor.

Time resets to zero.

The house was silent.

The old man opened his eyes.

He saw the house as before, saw the dagger inserted into the wooden frame, and saw the angry white-haired boy standing on the side of the wooden frame with one hand still covering his chest.

Yuan Tiangang raised his head and looked at himself. On his shoulder, there was a small splash of blood, which was frozen on the white clothes forever.

Xiao Wang stared hard at the pale young man, after a long time, he smiled with a hoarse voice, stretched out a hand, and pointed at the white minion boy.

"This is, my blood."

Then there was a slight pause.

Xiao Wang lowered his head and looked at his chest that was solidified like suet, the wound there was completely gone, the flesh and blood that had been cut by the reverse cross was now as white as a newborn baby.

He raised his head, with a faint smile: "It turns out that you are also angry sometimes?"

(End of this chapter)