The sorrow and joy of the world

In this way, he practiced his mind every day and practiced the simplest moves. Wen Yi worked very hard. Every day he practiced until he was too sleepy to rest before he rested. Naturally, Lin Kongzhi didn't want him to work so hard, and almost always forced him to rest.

Suddenly ten days passed, and their Baihan car finally arrived at Zhongxuanyu.

Lin Kongzhi took Wen Yi to that restaurant, and randomly ordered the least spicy dish there, but Wen Yi's face was flushed from eating, and it was so spicy that he shed tears, laughing so hard that Lin Kongzhi could hardly straighten his waist .

As a result, long after the meal, Wen Yi returned those tearful eyes.

Lin Kongzhi couldn't help teasing others, and then Wen Yi made a fuss in his arms for a long time before it stopped.

After Wen Yi fell into a deep sleep, Lin Kongzhi sat alone on the terrace, took out the Tao Xianzui he had just bought in the restaurant, and drank one cup after another, as if he couldn't get enough.

He adhered to the principle of not spoiling children, since Wen Yi came to him, he seldom drank. He finally found a free time today, so he naturally wanted to have a good time.

"What are you drinking? Give me a drink too."

Lin Kongzhi moved his fingertips, and the wine glass next to him floated over by himself. He filled it up and handed it over to him: "Why are you here?"

Luo Qiufeng sat opposite him and drank it down: "What? I'm not welcome?"

"It's never welcome." Lin Kongzhi drank to himself, not even wanting to give him a straight look.

"We're friends after all."

"Fart." Lin Kongzhi denied Luo Qiufeng's statement without hesitation, "How can any friend use me like you do?"

Luo Qiufeng's hood fell off, leaving only half of the mask on his face, the other half of his face was pale and bloodless, and his lips looked terribly red: "I have no friends in my life, and I don't know what to do with them. Why don't you teach me."

Lin Kongzhi shook his head: "I have no friends, so I can't teach you."

Luo Qiufeng laughed loudly: "Then you and I are each other, you don't have to talk about me."

"Shut up, Wen Yi is still asleep inside."

"I see that you really dote on this child."

Lin Kongzhi smiled and said nothing, and didn't want to answer.

"Where are you going?" Luo Qiufeng took the newly poured wine from Lin Kongzhi and drank it down again.

"To bury someone."

"Who?"

"The old man guarding the library from Jige, do you know who he is?"

"do not know."

"Then why are you asking so many questions? Boring."

"I care about you."

Lin Kongzhi curled his lips, almost throwing up: "Thank you so much."

"You're welcome."

"I remember that the seniors who died in the Ji Pavilion were all buried in Fenghua Mausoleum, why did they move to another place?" Luo Qiufeng asked.

"He asked me to bury him in the northwest corner of Mount Sumen. He said that there was an unmarked tablet there, so let me bury him next to it. I think that may be an important person of the old man, You can’t be together during life, but it’s good to be together after death.”

"In the northwest corner of Sumen Mountain, there is no inscription tablet?" Luo Qiufeng rubbed his chin thoughtfully.

"Ah."

"Does the old man know about the Nether Bloodstone?"

"That's right, he also knows about Helongxi."

Luo Qiufeng smiled: "So it was him."

"how?"

"The person buried under the inscription tablet is the previous holder of the Nether Blood Stone, and that old man, I guess, should be one of the influential figures in the world hundreds of years ago, Mr. Yu Ling."

"Mr. Yuling? I have heard about his deeds. He was the most suave and handsome hero in the Jianghu back then. How could he be related to the holder of the Nether Blood Stone?" Lin Kongzhi was very puzzled, like Yu A person as noble as Mr. Ling would never have anything to do with this kind of thing.

"Then do you still remember Mr. Yuzawa?"

"That...wasn't that the one who was called the Peerless Heroes together with Yu Ling? It just died suddenly..." Lin Kongzhi looked at Luo Qiufeng's meaningful expression, and suddenly realized, "You mean... ...That Yuze is the holder of the Nether Bloodstone?"

"That's right, Yu Ze didn't know the origin of the Nether Blood Stone back then. He only knew that the stone was powerful, so he used it to practice martial arts. He didn't expect that once he became famous, it was because he fell into evil ways. At that time, people only knew about the peerless pair of heroes. Yu Ling, who was in the middle of the night, knew little about Yu Ze, so in order to preserve Yu Ze's reputation, Yu Ling had no choice but to announce that Yu Ze died suddenly." Luo Qiufeng poured himself a glass of wine, and drank it down again, "After that, Chang Decades of Eternal Night War."

"If I remember correctly, Yu Ze is Yu Ling personally..."

"You remember right, he killed him with his own hands, when he was the weakest when he was swallowed by the blood stone." Luo Qiufeng smiled, "People only know that they are peerless heroes, but they don't know that they... The most despised and despised peerless couple in the world."

Lin Kongzhi's hand holding the cup trembled imperceptibly.

"What? Are you scared?" A sneer crossed Luo Qiufeng's face.

Lin Kongzhi was stunned for a moment, and then smiled wryly: "I'm just shocked by their love. Killing the one I love with my own hands, this kind of pain is something ordinary people can't bear."

"Oh? I thought you were shocked by that."

"Which one?"

"that."

"Longyang's goodness?"

"Ah."

This time it was Lin Kongzhi's turn to laugh for a while before he recovered: "If you don't mention it, I really don't think there is anything strange about it."

"rare."

"What's so rare? Is there such a thing as an enlightened person like me?"

"That's right, when the world encounters this kind of thing, it's like encountering a scourge, and they can't avoid it."

"Aren't you okay? Why should I be special?"

"Really? Because I am, so I'm fine." Luo Qiufeng slowly approached Lin Kongzhi, their faces gradually approached, and they could feel each other's breathing, "Do you feel it?"

Lin Kongzhi: "Your mole has a hair on it."

"..." Disappointment.

Luo Qiufeng looked unhappy.

Lin Kongzhi smiled, and poured another glass of wine for Luo Qiufeng: "Don't mind, your mole is clean and hairless."

"..." It's almost impossible to have a good chat.

Luo Qiufeng drank the last gulp: "Let's go."

"Is this gone?"

"What? Didn't you still bother me just now? Will you be reluctant to leave me?"

"Then you'd better get lost." Lin Kongzhi waved his hand, "Don't forget, you owe me four glasses of wine."

Luo Qiufeng didn't bother to pay attention to him, turned around and jumped into the dark night, and disappeared into the night.

It took another half a month before Lin Kongzhi and Wen Yi arrived at Sumen Mountain. Sumen Mountain is located in the extreme east of the entire continent - Dongming Domain, and Dongming Domain is a famous wild area because there are few people living here. The sunshine time is short, the air is also very thin, and the plants inside are mostly purple and black, obviously mutated to adapt to this harsh living environment.

Along the way, the sky was full of yellow sand, and it was almost impossible to see the way ahead.

After finally walking to the foot of the mountain, the sky began to snow again.

Lin Kongzhi took off the coffin on his shoulders and began to dig a hole. Wen Yi obviously had nothing uncomfortable and started to help him dig a hole.

Lin Kongzhi was very surprised. It stands to reason that Wen Yi should have a hard time adapting to the harsh environment here. Could it be because of that bloodstone again?

Lin Kongzhi couldn't figure it out, so he had to give up.

After finally digging a big hole, Lin Kongzhi put the coffin in and filled it with soil bit by bit. The whole process was very tedious, so the time seemed to be very long.

After the burial, Lin Kongzhi wanted to move the stele to the middle, so he thought about it.

It turned out that the unmarked stele was covered with black mulberries.

Lin Kongzhi suddenly remembered the flower language of black mulberry, life and death are shared.

So he gave up the idea of ​​moving the stele, he stared at the uninscribed stele for a long time, thought a lot, and felt a lot of emotion.

When he was young, the master gave him very few things, that is, martial arts skills, and the way of dealing with the world was a little bit of his own. Occasionally, the master would remind him a few words, but in his opinion, it was all nonsense, nothing to do practical effect.

People in this world seem to value one thing very much, and that is good and evil.

But he has never had such a strong feeling that being a decent person is a noble and proud thing. On the contrary, sometimes he feels that cults can do whatever they want, and it is good to be unrestrained, but he will not really Done.

His mentality is stuck in the middle of the two. In his cognition, the distinction between a person's good and evil depends on himself, not what sect he belongs to.

That's why he and the leader of the Holy Cult can occasionally sit down and chat.

Sometimes it will make more trouble for the wanderer.

But this man...

Is there anything wrong with this person who is buried under the inscribed stele?

He is just a poor man who was sacrificed by that broken stone, and Beiyin, is he wrong again?And Wen Yi's father, Wen Chongyue, what's wrong with him?

There are too many right and wrong in this world, and people's hearts are so harsh that they can't tolerate a little mistake, so people always have to live extremely exhausted in order to maintain that perfect face.

Lin Kongzhi got up, held Wen Yi's hand, got into Bai Han's car, and left.

This place, I hope he doesn't come a second time.

When the two were about to go back, it was almost the end of the year.

At that time, there must be no one in Yukong Peak, so Lin Kongzhi bought a few pots of high-quality burial wine and fresh chicken, duck and fish, and then he had to cook by himself. He and Wen Yi had no relatives or reasons. You can't treat yourself badly this year.

As for his master, Lin Kongzhi pouted, wondering which valley he was in, wouldn't it be too unlucky to spend Chinese New Year there.

Life is full of vicissitudes, this year, everyone's life is different.

On Liren Cliff, a cool wind blew past, blowing away the hazy firelight on the gray ground, leaping out a few bright sparks, which would go out when they landed.

In the end, some sparks still jumped onto the corner of Wen Yi's clothes, and Wen Yi was so frightened that he leaped and started to scurry around, flapping his clothes quickly, and it took a while before it stopped, and then he saw Lin Kongzhi holding a chicken leg and following the idiot looked at him the same way.

Wen Yi's face turned red immediately, and then he feigned anger and said, "What are you looking at?!"

Lin Kongzhi couldn't help laughing, then turned his head and bit the chicken leg, but he still couldn't help laughing, and finally couldn't hold back anymore.

"Why are you laughing! Don't laugh!" Wen Yi angrily pinched Lin Kongzhi's face. Lin Kongzhi wanted to hide, and then the two of them got into a mess.

The giggling laughter slowly dissipated, and the fine snow began to fall leisurely from the sky again.

This year, I just lit a bonfire on Liren Cliff, roasted a few chickens, and passed away chatting with each other.

Lin Kongzhi found a robe from the house and put it on Wen Yi, and found that Wen Yi was staring at the dark mountains in the distance in a daze, so he couldn't help asking: "What are you thinking about?"

Wen Yi shook his head, put his head on his knees, and curled himself into a ball.

Lin Kongzhi sat beside him: "Miss your parents?"

Wen Yi turned his head to look at Lin Kongzhi, his deep eyes seemed to tell him that he was thinking far more than that.

"How did you live in the past? Why don't you tell me about it?"

Wen Yi took a breath from his nose. Recently, the little master always liked to ask him about his childhood, and he was a little annoyed when he talked about it, but he still had inexplicable patience: "It was very late, very late, when my parents and I were young. For a while, like when a big family gets together, Dad won't let me show up."

Lin Kongzhi nodded, it turned out to be like this, it turned out that Wen Yi had always been protected by Wen Chongyue, so that he could avoid the scourge of chasing and killing.

"What about you, little master?"

"Me," Lin Kongzhi sighed, "Master doesn't talk to me very much, just eat with me, teach me a few words, and then let me set off firecrackers alone."

"Firecrackers!" Wen Yi cheered up.

"Huh? You didn't let it go?"

Wen Yi shook his head, Lin Kongzhi rubbed his head: "I'll buy it tomorrow, and then put it away at night."

"Okay." Wen Yi hugged Lin Kongzhi's head contentedly and rubbed it against his head. This person always pays for him without asking for anything in return. What is it for...?

The line of sight is gradually pulled away, straight out of the winding mountains that stretch for thousands of miles, across the vast plains, across the magnificent rivers, until the brightly lit houses of thousands of families in the northern border area, and then into the brightest lights of a house.

As the eldest son of the richest man in the Northern Territory, Fan Ziqi was naturally surrounded by tens of thousands of people, flattered and flattered by thousands of people, pushing cups and changing cups, in the dim light of wine, at the end of a year, he was just so intoxicated in a night of luxury and luxury, not knowing what the world was.

The line of sight was pulled away again, jumping out of the lights of thousands of houses, drifting out of the prosperous and affluent Northern Frontier, back to the Western Rong area, looking for a quiet landscape, a strange city of institutions came into view, with a majestic momentum.

After the family banquet, Xu Yifeng was discussing the wonders of the mechanism with his father. There were several blueprints in front of their desks, one of Jin Wuxun's burning shadow, one of Bai Dian's Leng Dian, and one of Shen Yuyi's Yu Nian, a picture of Ying Moli's Sifeng.

It is densely marked with many indicating arrows and comments, which is complicated and detailed.

Owner Xu patiently gave him some more advice, and took a lot of wooden blocks to make models. Owner Xu's wife brought in fruits and showed a gratified smile.

The line of sight was pulled away again, leaving a few blueprints, going out of the window, passing through the willows, and heading for the border far away. The desert is solitary, the long river is setting sun, and an isolated city of thousands of miles has guarded this territory for thousands of years.

Soldiers at the border do not have a New Year's Eve to pass, and some just have a little more good food.

Even though it was the end of the year, the border gate still had that chilling atmosphere, and everyone's nerves were stretched to the extreme.

"Let me see how your Kungfu is doing!" Jin Dianzhu stabbed at Jin Wuxun as soon as he mentioned the white tasseled spear that melted the snow. There was a fight in the hall.

Jin Wuxun's mother helplessly persuaded him.

Finally, after the fight, Jin Dianzhu asked Jin Wuxun to look at the child in his mother's arms: "This is your younger brother, Wuhua."

Only then did a little smile appear on Jin Wuxun's face, and he hugged his younger brother and shook it.

The line of sight was pulled away again, leaving Jin Wuhua's immature face, jumped out of the ten-mile desert, and once again swept towards a place with beautiful mountains and rivers, white walls and black tiles, and a beautiful garden.

Bai Dian was cooking in the kitchen, and was teased by his two elder brothers. This kid didn't improve his kung fu, but his cooking skills improved a lot.

Bai Dian finished cooking with a bitter face, he really wanted to go wild with the spicy peppers, but he held back.

Because their family tastes light.

I don't know how that guy Jin Wuxun is doing, I don't know if he has finished eating the new pancakes he made before leaving, there must be nothing delicious in their deserted place, right?

The line of sight was pulled away again, and it began to look towards the most ordinary ordinary farmers. Farmers have their own fun, and every household is noisy. Delicious side dishes and fiery firecrackers are all seen, vividly interpreting the atmosphere of the New Year's Eve.

Ying Moli helped grandma carry water and cook, while her younger sister Ying Mo'er, who was less than ten years old, was obediently packing up the household sundries.

Ying Moli asked his sister to sit down, and took care of all the work by himself.

He is not at home all year round, and his grandma takes care of all the family affairs. This time he finally returned home, so he naturally wanted to do his duty as a grandson.

There was a lot of gunfire outside the door, but their hut was quiet.

Ying Moli felt extremely peaceful in his heart when he heard his grandma whispering in his ear.

"Grandma sent you to Congji Pavilion cruelly back then, hoping that you would come back from your studies and become a great hero who could protect our grandchildren, and I would be satisfied." Grandma patted him on the shoulder and said earnestly.

Ying Moli held grandma's hand: "I will."

He has never forgotten that his purpose of learning martial arts is to protect the one he loves, and he is working hard to get to this point.

Finally, the line of sight was pulled away, and they climbed over a towering mountain range. This is the most orderly Central Profound Realm, and it is the power center of the entire continent.

The line of sight fell into the most inconspicuous lights of a house.

It was a family of low-ranking officials, but the owner of that family was very proud and arrogant.

Shen Yuyi is in the most inconspicuous corner of the most inconspicuous home, where her mother is: "This is a delicious food I bought on the way, mother, eat it quickly."

"Fish, where did you come from?"

"Mother, don't be afraid, this is serious money. Our little master accepts tasks for us, and we will be rewarded when the tasks are completed. I have saved them." Shen Yuyi bought her a lot of supplements, clothes, and jewelry.

"Okay, okay." There seemed to be tears in Shen Yuyi's mother's eyes. She signed the deed of selling herself in the Shen family. Live with dignity.

At this time, the door was kicked open suddenly, and a disgusting voice came: "Hey, which bitch's son is here? Hey, these are all good things." The woman touched the material and smoothed it. slippery clothes, and looked at the now clear and handsome Shen Yuyi, his eyes were full of jealousy.

Because she gave birth to a son with dementia.

"Master Shen didn't tell us when he came back."

Indeed, because Shen Yuyi didn't want to see them, he climbed over the wall of the backyard by himself.

"No need." It was the first time in Shen Yuyi's life that he spoke so indifferently, and then pulled out the remaining thoughts on his waist, showing dense barbs, "Get out."

"Yo, what a big gesture. I don't believe that you, the son of a lowly maid, can do anything. If you have the ability, come here. Haha, it's really funny."

This woman used to be the so-called sister of the mother, but once she was favored, she was ungrateful. She was also jealous that the mother could climb into Master Shen's bed, so she bullied and beat her. There were many old diseases on the mother's body All thanks to this woman.

Even though Shen Yuyi has a soft temper and has always been humble and gentle, but the little master said that when encountering this kind of person, blind humility will only backfire, it is better to use violence to control violence.

Shen Yuyi pulled out a whip without hesitation, and Yu Nian drew a terrifying wind in the air. The woman might as well, but Yu Nian pulled out a deep scar on the side of her face, which was immediately dripping with blood.

The woman yelled in horror and called for someone, and even called Master Shen to come.

But under Shen Yuyi's coercion, Master Shen couldn't do anything for that woman.

"Listen, all of you, treat my mother well. The next time I come to Shen's house, I will redeem my mother. At that time, if I see her hurt even a little, I will kill this woman." Shen Yuyi was afraid The power is not enough, and I added another sentence, "I will do what I say."

Because the little master said, first use harsh words to deter them, regardless of whether they are arrogant or not, if it can be done, if they cannot be deterred to slow down the attack, then all the preparations made before will be in vain.

Looking back at Li Renya again, Wen Yi had just been sent back to sleep in the room by Lin Kongzhi, who was still drinking.

He was drunk, lying on the boulder with Erlang's legs up, and his fingertips sketched the shape of a cloud flower. When a flower took shape, he couldn't help but draw a stroke next to the flower, and continued to sketch, just like that, A crystal blue twined cloud dress floated leisurely in the palm of his hand.

In the end, he slowly closed his eyes, and with a wrong fingertip, Bingdi Yunshang shattered into thousands of crystal blue debris, and the debris turned into a butterfly, flying away towards the sky and the earth.

But one landed on the tip of Lin Kongzhi's nose, fluttering its wings slightly, as if nostalgic.

The line of sight wandered again.

Shang Wanchu, the master of the Congji Pavilion, is wiping his own Zeling. The sword body is slender, half of it is shining with silver light, and the other half is as black as black jade. mortal.

The blade of the sword swept across, and a silver carved mask appeared in front of him.

That pale face has now taken off the mask, and under the mask, there is a hideous scar extending from the corner of the eye to the corner of the mouth, which looks particularly abrupt on that perfect face like a person in a painting, and it is also very regrettable.

Luo Qiufeng's pale fingertips brushed against a fiery red sword on the table - Chichen.

Suddenly chuckled, a bit of sarcasm, a bit of pathos all turned into a few drops of blood on the fingertips, bright red and glaring.

His vision returned to normal, and the bright red and dazzling color came from Wen Yi's eyes that suddenly opened.

Without the pupils and whites of the eyes, all that is left is the eye-catching blood red, but there is still that feeling of bottomless darkness, which makes people palpitate...

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