It is Jin Chengchi, and the inscription on the side of the pool is "difficult to travel" and the writings are powerful and the writing is bright red.

There are still only two living people in the scene, Nangong Liu and Xu Shuanglin. The reason why there are only two living people is that there are countless dead people lying on the ground.

Or it can be said that there are some dead monks.

"Quicker, and then seal the road to prevent other monks from going up the mountain, I am afraid it will cause doubt."

"It's all right." Xu Shuanglin stuffed a scorpion into a black box, and then meditated on the curse. The monk staggered from the ground and walked up to the two, and slammed back. The golden pool that floated with ice was in the pool. Xu Shuanglin said: "I am not skilled in this ban. If I am more sophisticated, I don't need to feed them one by one. If I volley a little, I can follow the order and let me send."

"so smart?"

"Otherwise, how to call it a ban. Even if it is cultivated to that extent, it is just a fur. I have seen someone..." Xu Shuanglin suddenly said nothing, smiled. "I mean, I saw someone in the book. It is possible to preserve all the consciousness of the creatures, and at the same time let them be willing to listen to them. That is very powerful. I can only control the flesh, but I can’t control the spirit, and it’s still far away.”

Nangong Liu nodded. "You don't have to practice too well. It's not a good thing to attract attention."

"The Lord said it."

"But you want to come up with this method - to unlock my curse, you need to open the door to hell, and open the door to hell, and you need the golden wood, the fire, the earth and the five elements. The essence of this world is not easy to find, We can't always test the past with a door, but you have the ability to change the Jincheng pool to the ground. Those who are seeking the sword are the spiritual cores, and all of them will honestly tell you that it is a good thing to enjoy."

As he spoke, he took out an orange from the cockroach of the horse next to him, peeled off the skin, and sighed while eating: "The frosty forest, the golden monsters of Jin Chengchi can't fight you, you can really resist."

Xu Shuanglin smiled and said: "Jin Chengchi is an ancient vestige, but after hundreds of millions of years, the power of Gou Chengong has been cut to a very small extent. Otherwise, I can take advantage of it by my ability. The Lord respects it."

Nangong Liuhaha laughed: "Well, how can I reward you?"

"I have nothing to ask for."

"Oh, no, you have to say one."

"The Lord rewards me with half of the oranges."

Nangong Liu Yizhen, then smiled: "What is this?" But still peeled the orange, handed to Xu Shuanglin, "The whole is for you."

"Half is good." Xu Shuanglin smiled faintly. "I don't want much."

"You guys are really weird. That half is half."

Nangong Liu said, handing over the orange meat, Xu Shuanglin's fingertips have blood, not convenient to pick up, directly from the Nangong Liu fingertips to eat, and sighed: "sweet and juicy, tastes good."

At that moment, Xu Shuanglin’s smile seemed to be awkward in the sun. The orange juice smudged some of the mouths that stopped at the corner of his mouth, and he stole his tongue and smothered the poisonous snake.

Nangong Liu suddenly felt a little scared, and immediately took his hand back, but his face immediately revealed an annoyed and confused look, and he did not seem to understand what he was afraid of.

Xu Shuanglin suddenly said: "Look at that."

"What?" Nangong Liu Wenzhi looked, after he had to squat, his eyes widened, and a slightly fat face showed a very complicated look. "Yes...it..."

"Cannibalism." Xu Shuanglin smashed the dead squid, fell on the sandstone shoal and leaned over to look at it. The lion-faced fish monster licked his mouth and showed **** mottled canine teeth. A pair of gray-black eyes burst into the air, and there was no light inside.

Xu Shuanglin licked a little of his blood and smelled it. He couldn't help the bare feet of the underground consciousness, frowning: "Vo, really stinky."

He stood up and kicked the squid: "This should be a rare evil beast in the Jincheng pool. Although it was a sacred beast that stayed in the pool to keep the martial arts, it was a long time to change a lot of things. The devil can be detached, and the gods can fall, not to mention a beast."

Nangong Liu said: "It was that year... I want to offer the heart of Rong Rong..."

Everyone outside the illusion heard awkwardly. Except for Chu Yuning, who already knew the truth, the rest of the people were even more surprised: "What?!"

"Let's... that's... that's..."

Someone is chanting, and some people have looked back at Nangong, and they are both wrong and pity: "That is his..."

Nangong was first stunned, and then all began to tremble. He squatted back and the whole person fell to the ground. A face was paler than the dead, more terrible than ghosts.

"Mother? Impossible... impossible!"

Ye forgets to endure the tears: "Auntie..."

"Impossible!!" Nangong tends to be mad. His handsome face is distorted by fear and anger, grief and horror. The facial features are almost dislocated. He can't listen to anyone's words, and no one can hear anything." Impossible! My mother died when she killed the monster! My father told me that she was dying when she killed the monster!"

Then he suddenly shocked and muttered to himself: "There is no heart... I am dying..."

He didn't cry, his eyes were rounded, his eyes were cracked, he couldn't stop hoarsely, from whispering to low drinking, from low to simmering, from screaming to mad roaring: "Take your heart!!! !!"

The memory flashed back.

That year, he was still very young. His parents and his party set off together and went to Jinchengchi for swords. He remembered very deeply. On the first night, because of his fun, and Naobaijin was so crazy in Houshan Linyuan, he was sneaked back into the house and wanted to pretend to endorse, but he did not know that his mother had been after dinner. I came to see him, I wanted to give him a new embroidered cloth quiver, and I found a circle. I didn’t see anyone at the Gongzi Mansion, and I knew that he had stolen and went out to play.

Rong Rong is a very cold-skinned woman who has never been intimately loved by Nan Gong. When she came to Nangong’s bed again, Nangong was holding a roll of “Easy Travel” and shook her head and read it. Rong Rong let him stop and asked him: "What did you do after dinner?"

Nangong Temple did not know that Rong Rong had already discovered that he had touched the fish, put down the book, and scratched his head and smiled: "Mother, I, I endorse."

"Is it always back?"

The child is afraid of being punished, and he is still swearing, still nodding: "Hmm... um!"

Rong Rong slightly lifted Xiuyi's neck, raised his chin, coveted, and his eyes were cold: "Lie."

Nangong was shocked and blushes: "I don't."

Rong Rong did not say much. After taking his bamboo slips, he asked: "What is the previous sentence without the world?"

"And...and the world...and..."

"And the world is acclaimed and not persuaded!" Rong Yuxiu is close to the eyebrows, and the bamboo is simply taken to the case, and Li Xiang, "Nan Gongyi, how does the mother teach you on weekdays? So late, how can you still learn to lie now?!"

"mother……"

"Don't call me!"

Nangong saw her annoyed and couldn't help but panic. Compared with his amiable father, he actually feared his mother, who had always been pretending to be in and out.

"You are too disrespectful."

The little child couldn’t help but be blinded. For fear that she would blame herself again, she would argue with a trace of luck: “I, I didn’t come back too late, just after eating for a while and playing outside for a while.”

Tolerant of him, the mother who had not been so flamboyant, was increasingly disappointed and increasingly angry in the sophistry of his son's brains.

"I will return when it is dark -"

"Snapped!"

A loud slap in the face interrupted the words of Nangong.

Rong Rong’s chest ups and downs still maintain the posture of raising his hand, and he screams with anger: “Nan Gong驷! Greed, swearing, killing and looting, it’s my Confucian gentleman’s seven, can you learn where you have gone? Still want to lie to your mother?!"

Nangong was beaten by her. After a while, she returned to God. When she was in tears, she was full of eyes. He also grievances and shouted: "If you are not so fierce, I, what should I do to deceive? You If you don't move, hit me and yell at me... You, you are not good at me! I don't like you! I like you!" Then he ran out to find Nangong Liu.

"You stand for me!"

Rong Rong slammed him and his face was extremely ugly. She pointed a finger at the nose of her son with a finger of fresh red cardamom, and her eyes raged.

"What are you looking for? You are a singular singer, you have to slap a horse, he is a waste. Can you not learn from him?! Give me a seat!"

"I don't want it! I don't want it!"

Rong Rong bites the silver teeth and drags the continually struggling Nangong 驷 back to the seat, but when she let go, the Nangong 驷 ran again, and finally Rong Rong had to raise his hand and slammed a ban and tied him all. Nangong fell to the ground, but it was humiliating and annoyed. It was like a trapped beast in a cage, and he kept breathing.

"You let me go! I don't want a mother like you! You...you never said anything to me, you never care about me, you will only marry me...you will only marry me!"

Rong Rong's face was red and white, and his lips trembled slightly. He said, "You give me the honesty to stay in the house, and let me go out and read it. I will check it tomorrow. If it is stubborn, I will..."

She said that in the end, it was a bit stunned, what happened? She didn't really know that she had always been a **** wrist, and her temper was fierce. Even if she faced her weak husband, she could unscrupulously reprimand in public and give him a color look.

But Nangong驷... What can she do?

She stood there for a while, but it was sour and resentful. She was sad and helpless. She was irritated and attacked. She could not help but cough. She was an old person who coughed and coughed. However, she didn't care. When she was not seen in Nangong, she wiped it with her hand and then hoarse and sullen.

"Hey, you are still young, this is right or wrong in the world, and it is often not seen by your eyes. Sometimes people who are tolerant of you may not expect you, the people who are harsh to you, too I don’t necessarily look at you bad. You are weak and incompetent, let alone...” She paused, didn’t say it immediately, thought about it for a while, gave up the sentence, and said, “Mother does not want you to be like him in the future. The monk became the head of him."

Nangong licks his lips and does not speak.

"You are stubborn, you don't have to worry about your studies. These are not big things, but how can you learn to lie and deceive? I have always been a gentleman of the Confucianism, and I have always adhered to the gentleman's style, and I have a face that is based on the celestial beings. I never teach you seriously, but I am your mother. If he doesn't tell you, let me talk to you and repeat it with you once and for all. Even if you don't listen, even if you think I am harsh, even if you hate me."

"...I don't tell me, it's because he treats me as a child, he makes me happy, he is happy, what about you?!" Nangong yelled, "What kind of mother, you only use me as a Confucianist The young master, when the head of the future! I am with you, there is no good day! I don't listen to what you said!"

Rong Yu was very annoyed, and there was a trace of abnormal flushing on the white cheeks. She covered her face with a mask, and she coughed for a while, then she gasped for a long time and then severely said:

"Okay. If you don't listen, I will always talk to you and tell you that you will understand it one day."

"..." The child was so bad that he simply grabbed his ear.

Rong Rong sat in the chair and slowly calmed down, but her heart still burst into pain. She remembered the injury she had suffered when she was demonized in her early years. Although she drew medicine every day, she still turned to sinking and became sicker. Heavy, and then look up at the look of the child under the lamp, and closed his eyes.

For a long while, she was a little slower and said, "Hey, my mother can't stay with you forever. I will not be able to stare at you any more, I can't wake you up anymore, I just hope that you can understand it later..."

She suddenly did not say anything more.

Because she saw Nangong squatting on the ground, her little body huddled together, crying in her forbidden curse, her child, the child who had been happy, happy and bright, playing in her In the middle of it, I cried and cried.

For a long time, I stood up slowly and walked up to the forcing enchantment. I raised my hand and tried to untie it. I wanted to lean over and hug, touch his red cheeks and kiss his forehead.

But she endured, she was still standing still.

She slowly finished the second half of the sentence: "You must know how to blame, blame, kill, and rob, it is my Confucian gentleman."

"I don't understand, I don't want to understand, I... I..." Nangong驷 raised his tearful eyes and cried out to the mother who had cursed the curse. "I hate you! I don't have a mother like you!" ”

"........."

At that moment, outside the forbidden curse, Rong Rong’s face was so pale, and the face of cold and cold was like heartbroken.

That face, how many times in the past 20 years, appeared in Nangong’s sleep, when the pillow was already wet, when I was like a poisonous scorpion, waving a chee, squeezing the vicious juice Into the mother's heart.

Pain, really pain.

After a lifetime, it will not be released, and you will never be able to reconcile with yourself.

On the third day, Rong Rong did not come to the house to see him. He only asked the maid to send him a quiver embroidered with camellia and a letter.

The letter on the mother's notes is solemn, there is not much good language, only to know that the child has been martial arts in recent days, loves the bow and arrow, embroidered a rucksack, and used it for him. He also said that he would go to Jin Chengchi with his father. After he came back, he would take another "Easy Travel" and hope that he would not be willing to play again.

What about him?

How did he do it?

He was full of anger, and he was filled with resentment. He took a knife and slashed his mother’s sewing sac into several pieces. He threw the mother’s letter into the fire pit and burned it into ash. He tore up the free ride on the case. The young and middle-aged children who are divided and divided feel very happy.

He retaliated against her.

He hates her.

He wants to let her know that he will never listen to such a bad teacher's teachings, he will never compromise, he...

His fangs and mouths were extremely vicious, and he was struggling to build up the walls.

He waited for his mother to bow to him, admit his mistakes, or maybe... at that time, he was only using his pitiful malicious, wanting to exchange a soft word, a hug.

But he didn't wait for anything.

Admit mistakes, hugs, remorse, gentleness.

He waited eagerly, waiting to declare war on the woman again, then -

He waited for her bones.

"The Confucianist Gate was attacked by the night forest, and his wife was guarded by his body and died through his heart."

When Fusuke came back, Nangong was standing on the edge of the city hall where the Confucianism gates smashed into the sky. The white plaque and the paper money were scattered. He was the only nephew, standing at the front and waiting, according to the custom, the elders fell, The lady’s beggar can cross the fire pit and be carried back into the martial art. At this time, the scorpion must cry and cry, and grab the land to meet the mother's spiritual return.

But Nangong can't cry.

He feels so ridiculous, everything is so false, it seems not true. The sun shone on the ground and stunned the white light. He was dazzled and disgusted.

not true.

……not true! ! !

If so, what should he do? How can he accept... In this life, the yin and yang are separated, and the last sentence she said to him is "gracious grievance, murder and looting, and it is my Confucian gentleman."

And what did he answer her?

He didn't want to remember it, but it was so deep that he hated that day, and the shouting was so boneless. The face of the mother was so sad and sad outside the enchantment.

pain……

It hurts really.

He said that in his life, the last sentence to his mother... He said...

I hate you.

I don't have a mother like you.

The coffin helped, and the elders broke the porcelain pot next to them. Thousands of people cried in tears. The father was already crying beside the coffin, and Nangong was just standing there, his hands clinging to the tea flowers that he had cut. Arrow sac.

The bright red petals, the yellow peony, the flowers covered with snow, proud of the snow, as if her warm fingertips just touched the noodles, and opened this purple. I don't know if she had a hunch before her death, or it was a coincidence. She embroidered very carefully, and the flowers were vivid, as if to embroider the love that she did not say, embroidering all the shackles and squats of her life. In the first line, locked in this small cloth quiver.

Nangong Temple is holding it tightly.

That is his mother, his mother, the one left to him in this life, the last thing.