Chapter 262 [Tianyin Pavilion] Excerpts

The Xiangtan prison was old and simple, and the next morning, Mo Ran secretly ran out while the prisoners were being interrogated. After regaining his freedom, the first thing he did was to return to the Drunk Jade Building.

As soon as he entered the backyard, he saw A Nian wearing a black Taoist robe, standing proudly in the center of the drying field.

The disaster he caused, just like any time before, was carried by the orphan named Mo Ran for him, and he believed that he was safe.

——

"Anyway, you are a fatherless mother, and no one will be sad when you die."

"I've raised you for so many years, it's time for you to repay your kindness."

That's why they put an innocent man to the gallows.

High-sounding, full of air.

The ink burned standing in the shadows, standing in the dark, looking at ease and ease, reading the son with ease.

Oh, it turns out that some people love, some people love, and some mothers take care of them. Is that how it is?

The sky fell, and there were people blocking it.

Only oneself is not worth dying for.

The ink burned and looked at him for a long time.

Nian Gongzi had already bought a Taoist robe and dressed up as a monk. After waiting for his mother to sell the drunk jade building, he set off to become his own young master in the Xiujie world. At this time, he was pretending to dance the sword in the yard, surrounded by a group of teenagers, it was the gang who framed the flames.

"A Nian is good at swordsmanship!"

"It's really arrogant, you went to the lower world, and you will definitely be a great sword immortal in the future!"

"The peak of your uncle's life and death seems to be very powerful in the past two years. You can enjoy it in the past! Don't forget our brothers!"

"Yes, yes." Someone echoed, "A Nian, don't forget us, we grew up wearing a pair of trousers, and we took care of both good and bad things for you, even the little bitch from Tofufang. Die, all-"

At this time, Ah Nian has already regarded his status very detached, and can no longer allow others to mention his stigma of humiliating the girl. Hearing the man say this, he immediately pointed the sword at the tip of the man's throat, and said angrily. : "The death of the girl in the tofu workshop was caused by the burning of ink. We saw with our own eyes that day. He was possessed by a beast, lost his conscience, and insulted her - these words, you will remember them after saying them several times!"

The man was pointed at by the sword, trembling, and hurriedly said: "Yes, yes... It's my bad memory! I said it wrong!"

Others hurriedly hurried to relieve Anian: "It's all that ink-burning, human-faced and beast-hearted, pigs and dogs are not as good!"

"Right, right, humiliating people's women, first rape and then kill, we have all seen it, and we will never forget his demonic face in this life."

A few people gossip and deepen the lies they have made up. Some people are like this. They have told lies a thousand times, and even they will believe it. net. A Nian laughed twice, danced a sword flower, slashed several swords at the scarecrow who was pestering in the drying field, chopped the scarecrow to the ground, pointed the sword at the straw man, and said in high spirits:

"Look at me becoming a Sword Immortal, exterminating demons as the way, punishing evil... punishing the evil one..."

He doesn't like to read, and used to be absent from school, so he got stuck in the middle of the talk.

A young man next to him immediately picked up: "Punish evil and promote good! Help justice! Help the world! Clean up all directions!"

A Nian snorted and said disdainfully, "You are the best at talking."

The man didn't expect the horse to pat on the horse's leg, so he couldn't help but feel embarrassed: "..."

A Nian danced a few more swords and said: "It is strength to clean up all directions, not your broken tongue. From now on, if I encounter the lewd demon of ink burning, I can go with a sword. His head, what can you do to him, to poetry? Hahahaha—"

Before he finished his "ha", suddenly a leisurely voice came from the firewood gate in the backyard, and someone slapped the palm twice, and then said:

"Young Master Nian, you really deserve to be the young master at the pinnacle of life and death... so majestic."

"!!" A Nian suddenly blocked the sword in front of him, changed his face instantly, and said sternly, "Ink burning??!!"

In the sky, a huge cloud flowed slowly, gradually covering the sun, casting huge shadows on the drying field.

The ragged young man didn't know what to do, but he appeared like a falcon on the pile of firewood piled up in the drying yard, and slowly raised his head.

Although his face was thin, upon closer inspection, his facial features were extremely clean and handsome. At this time, his eyes were burning, and there were still ferocious whip marks on the brow bone. He had just come out of the prison, and the blood had not been wiped off. A Nian looked at this face and felt it was both familiar and unfamiliar.

The person in front of him is indeed burning, but there seems to be something wrong.

The ink burned his eyes and stroked a machete in his hand with a smile. Two pools of dimples, rough seas, clear water and cold pools, indescribably intimate and docile, indescribably creepy.

"...help justice and clear up all directions? Young Master Mo Nian, the future great sword immortal, the young master of the dead. When did you have this ambition? You really want to laugh at me, hahaha-"

The more he spoke, the brighter his smile and the more distorted his facial features.

From childhood to adulthood, the child burning the fire in the woodshed has always been obedient and quiet, submissive and not much talkative. But he hadn't seen him all night, but he was like a moth that had broken its cocoon.

Originally, he seldom even smiled, and occasionally when he smiled, he pursed his lips and looked timid.

At this moment, he was driven to madness.

The group of teenagers were terrified and retreated. A Nian's hand holding the sword trembled slightly, but the Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he still shouted: "Mo Ran, you have eaten the courage of an ambitious leopard? How dare you escape from prison, I am here. Just killing the people and killing you for the government!"

"Okay." Mo Ran smiled arbitrarily, and the knife flashed in his eyes, and he rushed up, "I don't want to live like this anymore, you have the ability to want my dog ​​life, just take it, but If you're incompetent, then—"

He hadn't even finished speaking, and people had already swept past. But when the light and shadow disappeared and the machete fell, the long sword in Anian's hand fell to the ground, and together with his head with round eyes, rolled to the ground.

The blood is raging, spraying several feet! !

The headless body stood staggeringly for a moment and fell to the ground.

For a while, there was silence.

The ink burned his face with blood, and the rags of rags hung on his body, hunting and swaying in the sultry wind, like wild algae floating in the sea.

When he raised his head again, the smile on his face became more and more intense, his eyes were bloodshot, he licked the blood that splashed on his lips, and warmly finished the half of what he didn't say: "Then let me take your item. On the head."

Those teenagers were so frightened that they couldn't say a word.

Mo Ran raised his eyes, his eyes were cold: "Aren't you all very powerful? Aren't you all good at fighting? Aren't you all good at fighting!!! Eliminate the devil, punish the evil and promote the good... Okay! Let's go together! "

How dare those people go up, all their legs are like sifting chaff, the shit is flowing, one can't believe it, this is ink burning? Is it the one who is obedient, no matter how much wronged he has suffered, he can't bear the ink burning?

Mo Ran raised his head, sighed, then dragged his machete and walked forward step by step. The tip of the knife ticked and drew blood on the ground.

"Why are you so humble all of a sudden." He smiled slightly, raised his blade, and raised the corners of his mouth, "Since you don't want to do it, then I have to come first."

In an instant there was a bloody storm.

Shura slaughter.

At this time, it was closing time. Most of the people in the drunk jade building were resting. When the ink burned and killed the people in the backyard, they went to the wing and killed the remaining people one by one. Some people had their throats cut in their sleep, and some people woke up. When saw a flash of light from the knife, the world turned upside down.

By the time everyone reacted, it was already too late. The ink burned and set fire everywhere, burning the drunk jade building into a sea of ​​flames. The singers and servants screamed and cried, but no one dared to rush into the sea of ​​​​fire to save them.

Killing the last few people, Mo Ran was no longer satisfied with taking people's lives. In the blazing fire, he Shi Shiran sat down in the center of the hall, smiled, and looked at those who had his legs and feet cut off and could not move. Among them There is a godmother and a lady. The ink burned and watched them twist like maggots, twitched, and sighed, and his face became blurred in the thick smoke and fire.

The machete lay across his knees, he picked up the handle, but instead of slashing them, he picked up a bunch of fresh grapes on the table with the tip of the knife, held it in his hand, slowly peeled the skin, removed the stem, and then One by one, he slowly put them into his mouth and chewed them bulgingly.

Suddenly, Zhanyan smiled and said, "Oh? This is really delicious. It grows so big, and I have never eaten grapes from the Western Regions. It turns out that what you eat every day is such a good thing."

He lowered his head, stared blankly for a while, then smiled and said, "I'm so envious."

A section of the beam was blown off and fell with a bang, sparks splashed around, and fell beside them burning. Everyone let out a more mournful whimper, only the ink burned, and one person held his cheeks, crossed his legs, held a knife, and seriously ate his bunch of grapes, as if the sky fell and it had nothing to do with him.

"The fire is so big that none of us can get out." After eating the grapes, Mo Ran picked up another peach, and laughed while eating, "Why don't we just sit here and chat?"

Madam Mo shouted: "Who wants to chat with you! You beast! Pigs and dogs are not as good! Animals are not as good!"

"Don't talk?" Mo Ran spit out the grape seeds and smiled, "Don't talk. Then do the business. Last night, the goddess also said that I have been with you for ten years, and the goddess took good care of me. You should be filial now. So let me send you on your way."

He stood up, walked around those people, bowed in a decent manner, and said brightly, "But on Huangquan Road, don't go too far, wait for me."

Everyone else was crying, and Mrs. Mo hissed: "Ink burns!!! You bastard! When Xun girl saw you pitiful and kindly took you in, I shouldn't be kind and promised her! You are a scourge, You bastard! You—you perverted beast!"

"You deserve to mention Sister Xun too?"

The ink burned lightly, "I came all the way from Wubei Temple in order to pay her a favor according to my mother's last wish. She knew that I had no mother, so she handed over all the money she made a year. You, I hope you can let me stay and have a place to stay. She is my benefactor, how about you? What do you think."

"I shouldn't have promised her! I shouldn'twhat is two dollars a year? You secretly let her go! She is the leader of the drunk jade building! Do you know how much she can earn per song? ?! But you actually...you..."

Mo Ran interrupted her: "She is my mother's benefactor and my benefactor. She is not selling herself in the drunk jade building, but you have received money from a wealthy businessman, you will betray her, and you force her to pick up customers You say. Why shouldn't I let her go?!"

"You hate me all these years, you torture me, but I don't say anything, I don't resist, because my mother told me that people who can give me a bite to eat will not be too bad." Mo Ran closed Close your eyes, "I have been patient, always endured..."

"Bah! You have the face to say that?! You ungrateful thing, it's me! I'll give you a place to live, so that you little beggar can eat and sleep! You beast, you son of a bitch. !"

"...Well, what a coincidence. The bastard born of the son of a bitch?" Mo Ran smiled in the firelight, "You scold me like this, your son Quanxia heard it, would you think you were calling him?"

The ink burned, walked over, and pinched the thick face of the mother's fat powder.

"However, godmother, you reminded me that you have given me food and bed for all these years. I really thank you. Since that's the case, I'll send you away first."

"you!"

"However, in order to add to the fun, why don't we play a game first?" Mo Ran said enthusiastically, "How do you think blind people can guess the painting?"

As he spoke, he picked up a small piece of broken wood on the ground and set the tip on fire. Then the pestle was placed on the eyes of the mother, and slowly, slowly, the shape of the sun was drawn. The wood was over, the skin was scorched and the flesh was scorched. The mother screamed and screamed, but the ink burned and said to her with a smile:

"Godmother, guess what I drew? If you can't guess, even if you lose, I'll draw the next thing."

On that day, the remaining few people were slowly tortured by him one by one, killing them bit by bit.

He took back the viciousness and distress that had been accumulated for ten years, and bit it back in one go.

He ended up lying in the fire, lying with the twisted corpses, looking at the crumbling Qionglou, smiling, sip by sip, delivering cakes and fruits to his mouth.

"good to eat."

He paused for a while, then suddenly smiled bitterly. As soon as his eyelashes tangled, tears rolled down his face, streaming down his face with a bright smile. He stretched out his hand and covered his eyes, crying and laughing:

"Unfortunately, I won't be able to eat it anymore..."

The ebony red plaque of the drunk jade building fell down and smashed in front of the hall, torn apart. Burning smoke billowed, and the building with carved beams and painted buildings finally collapsed.

In this building, I am used to seeing the pipa singing and dancing, and the dress is stained with wine.Once the scenery is infinite, singing and dancing are peaceful.

Up to now, yesterday's glitz is gone, and the extravagance of the past has turned into ashes.Those who love men and women, and entangle love and hatred, are all burning and degenerating in section after section of beams.The fire was raging, and the sound of the two courtesans fighting back then seemed to babble from the gaps in the wood and the seams of the tiles.

Duan Yihan sang: "It's like this beautiful family—"

Xun Feng groaned weakly: "All the broken walls and ruins..."

This famous building in Xiangtan was mourned in the illusory sound of music, the curtain fell, and a long drum music came to an end.Those are either sad or splendid excerpts, just in this fire, the curtain call was brilliant and solemn.