After that, even if he pursues it from the outside world, Taiyi has a way to deal with it.

"Teacher, Licheng, please," Zhou Ziyan's voice gradually lowered, "I have lost my gratitude and righteousness, Ziyan has no face..."

"Ziyan! Ziyan!"

Xiao Zhunu rushed out of the crowd, pounced on him and hugged Zhou Ziyan.

"Don't scare me, get up!"

The rain washed Young Chengzhu's eyes looking at the sky, his pupils were hollow. Lou Jiang stood in the rain, looked at him blankly, and realized one thing:

Zhou Ziyan is dead.

With the sixteen-year-old boy he never walked out of, with his desperate gamble, with his guilt.

Apologize with death.

Thanks for what? His sword cut off Taiyu's sin that caused a century of calamity? He begged for the sin of nowhere to go? He alone supports the unsustainable sin for a hundred years? He went to a dead end to sacrifice innocent sins?

"It shouldn't be you who apologizes!" In the crowd, an old woman fell to the ground, slapped her face like crazy, and tore her hair.

"I...we really don't think it's all your fault."

The complaints behind those are nothing but gloomy gaffes.

Not really!

It was too late for her to repent, and an old man knelt down in her cries.

"The immortals repay their grievances with kindness and save my Licheng, the villain dare not excuse Ziyan," the old man knocked forward one step at a time, "I only ask you immortals, please Shanhaige... Grant me the gift of blessing from the city. Collect his body and bury him."

"Please bury with the city's blessing."

One by one the people knelt down and kowtowed heavily.

The sky and the earth are vast.

Elder Tao stretched out his hand to close Zhou Ziyan's eyes, and the little girl raised her head fiercely, staring at him with red eyes. Elder Tao's hand hovered in the air, and his back collapsed little by little.

Someone walks past them towards the crowd.

It is Zuo Yuesheng.

The old man looked up at him, and everyone looked up at him together.

Lu Jing looked at him nervously from behind, for fear that he would say something that shouldn't be said, which would stimulate these people in Licheng who were forcibly suppressing their emotions... Although they only repeatedly said "please bury with the blessing of the city", every time There is so much hatred in a person's eyes - hatred for Shanhaige.

"My name is Zuo Yuesheng," Zuo Yuesheng took a deep breath and said loudly, "I am Zuo Liangshi's son and the young pavilion master of Shanhai Pavilion."

Lu Jing's eyes turned dark, and he turned his head, not daring to see the expressions of those kneeling.

thump.

A muffled sound.

Lu Jing suddenly turned his head back.

Zuo Yuesheng had his knees on the ground, kneeling heavily in the muddy water, facing everyone who gritted his teeth.

The muscles on the faces of the people in Licheng twisted, and some young men clenched their fists tightly, as if they were going to burst out at any time, rushing forward.

"Licheng is the city of Qingzhou, it is the city of Shanhaige, and we signed a contract with Shanhaige," he said, his voice louder than ever before, "Licheng pays tribute, Shanhaige saves Licheng from disaster and justice , this is what my Shanhai Pavilion should have done. It is our Shanhai Pavilion’s fault that we didn’t do it.”

Boom, boom, boom.

The forehead collided with the ground, making a dull sound.

Men and women, the elderly and children were all stunned, looking at Zuo Yuesheng kneeling in the muddy water.

Zuo Yuesheng wiped the mud on his face from kowtow.

"Let you endure for a hundred years, Shanhaige is ashamed of Licheng!"

He paused.

"Father's debt is repaid, my father did something wrong, and I'm a son, so there's nothing to say." Zuo Yuesheng raised his hand, put his three fingers together, and for the first time there was a serious and almost solemn look on his chubby face. "I swear that in my whole life, I will inquire about Kong Sang, and I will investigate Taiyu thoroughly."

He almost swore an oath.

"Otherwise, I will be struck by thunder, my soul will be scorched by fire, my heart will be pierced by ten thousand arrows, and I will die without a place to be buried!"

It rained heavily, and his poisonous oath echoed in the wilderness.

The old man looked at him for a long time, and Zuo Yuesheng looked straight at him. Gradually, cracks appeared in the old man's blank expression, and finally he slammed on the ground and grieved loudly.

"Xianchang! Licheng, Licheng are suffering——" "It's been a hundred years!!"

A hundred years.

They had also written to Shanhaige many times, without the knowledge of Ziyan, writing with blood and tears, one letter after another, the stone sinking into the sea.

They hate it.

I hate Bai Shi, and also hate Shanhai Pavilion.

The city and the immortal gate contract, the two are born together.

One hundred years ago, millions of mortals in Licheng dared to raise an army against the Taiyu clan, because they were the city of Qingzhou and the city of Your Excellency Shanhai. It doesn't matter if the whole city perishes, they always believe that Xianmen can get justice for them. Xianmen is the sun and moon of all living beings! It is the wind of the four seasons in a million cities!

But even Xianmen has forgotten, and even Xianmen can't give them justice. They suffer day after day, isn't it a joke?

Could it be that Li Min is really like an ant, and is it really because he is so small that he deserves to die silently?

Where did the immortal who signed the contract and said to protect Li Min go?

I expect the sun and the moon, the sun and the moon will not come, what can I do!

In the hope that I will use four/wind, four/wind will not reach, what can I do!

"Fairy"

"Ticheng is bitter!"

The old man cried like a child.

"It's been a hundred years," Zuo Yuesheng stood up slowly, "My father doesn't check..."

"I'll check!"

The moment he stood up, Lu Jing felt that he had changed.

It was Zuo Yuesheng who knelt down.

When he stood up, he was already the Young Pavilion Master of Shanhai Pavilion.

His obese, almost ridiculous back suddenly stood upright like a wrathful King Kong. He was like a real young pavilion master, with all the hesitant and hesitant gazes on the front of a person.