Back Off, Let Me Come

  Gong Xiqiu: "After all, he is the pinnacle of the 15th grade young master, and he is only one line away from breaking through. It is not so easy to die."

  Ji Mocan's white eyes became more and more obvious.

   "Then why don't you just cut off his head while he is powerless to resist now? Do you want to wait for him to break free?"

  Gong Xichou: "..."

   These words are very reasonable.

  Until he cut off the obtrusive head with his own hands, Gong Xiqiu still felt a little dreamy and unreal... Is Tang Guo really dead? This seems a bit too easy and abrupt. But the other person's head is in his hands, so it can't be an illusion.

   "He... is really dead?"

  Ji Mocan said: "Yes."

   "Really dead?"

  Ji Mocan is rarely patient: "Yes."

  Gong Xiqiu raised his arms and laughed while holding the head.

   "He's really dead!"

   Turned around to celebrate.

   "Revenge is avenged! Hahahaha—"

   After laughing for a long time, I realized that I was the only one laughing.

   "Why aren't you smiling?"

  Ji Mocan asked back: "Why am I giggling?"

  Gong Xichou: "..."

   Is this really the husband chosen by my mother?

   Don’t everyone say that the high priest is the person favored by the gods?

  Is this the aesthetics of the gods?

  A mouthful of old blood choked in his throat, and the joy faded a bit, but it didn't matter, Jimo Can didn't know how to celebrate, he could share the news with his uncle and the others. I killed the three masterminds of King Zhu, and the executioner Tang Guo...

   It was a relief to them too.

  But, before Gong Xichou could speak, their figures began to disappear from their feet, and Gong Xichou rushed forward.

"uncle-"

   In return, uncle patted his head.

   "Our Nian has grown up smoothly."

   These words directly made Gong Xiqiu's eyes turn red, tears welled up, Jimo Can just watched this scene coldly.

  Whether it’s him or these heroic spirits of the Gongxi tribe whose obsession has not dissipated, today’s purpose was never to kill Tang Guo.

   It's just the elders standing in front of the line, allowing the wronged junior to vent their grievances over the years, completely unloading the burden of extermination, and striding forward to the future with his head held high. His life is not in the past. As for Tang Guo? His life was just reaped by the way.

   "Uncle and the others—"

  Gong Xiqiu looked at Jimo Can as if asking for help.

  Ji Mocan said: "The obsession is gone, don't force it to stay."

   As he spoke, the high priest's fine attire was completely removed.

   "Then can you reassure their souls and send them back to the arms of the gods?" Gong Xichou said cautiously.

  If he can, he will smile and send off the elders to embark on the new life.

When Jimocan heard the word "requiem", he had a weird and helpless expression, he didn't say no, but he didn't say yes either: "Come with me—I just said, you take off Tang Guo's head, and I'll tell you everything The truth. But say yes and don’t regret it.”

  Gong Xiqiu cheered up.

  Looking back at the place where the elder disappeared.

   "You said yes, how could I regret it?"

  The movement of Chengkang Temple has already alarmed the Gyeonggi guards, and Gong Xiqiu and Jimocan left this right and wrong place immediately.

   Then, in a secluded country wooden house, he saw the person Jimo Can let him see, but this person—

  Gong Xiqiu looked at Jimo Can, then at "Jimo Can" who was lying on the bed with his eyes closed and his complexion dead pale, with a flustered expression, constantly exchanging between the two. Strong uneasiness welled up in his heart, he pulled Jimo Can back.

   The wooden door slammed shut.

  Ji Mocan silently watched his stupid move.

   "Didn't you say you have no regrets?"

  Gong Xiqiu was enraged by his indifferent question.

   "What's going on here!"

  How could there be two Jimo Cans?

  Jimo Can brushed away Gong Xichou who was in the way, pushed open the door, and stepped in, without seeing any strangeness in his other self. He stayed in the shadow of the house, looking back at Gong Xichou who was standing in the light: "I'll tell you now."

   "I don't listen! Just don't listen!"

  Ji Mocan picked up a wooden stick.

   Frowning: "Want to get spanked?"

  Gong Xiqiu breathed a sigh of relief before suffocating himself.

Jimocan sighed: "When did we start talking about this matter? I'm afraid you won't understand it if it's complicated, but I'm afraid you might misunderstand it if it's simple. Whether you understand it or not, Write it down carefully and think about it slowly.”

  Gong Xichou: "..."

"Although I call myself 'Jimocan', in fact, I have not been qualified to have this surname for a long time." Jimocan was a big thunderbolt when he came up, "Many years ago, when your eldest brother was still there, I took over as the eldest brother. Priesthood..."

   "But I don't like it, but I don't know what I don't like."

"Until I left the clan land and saw the chaos and cruelty outside, all doubts in my heart were resolved, and I began to question the existence of gods." Ignoring the expression of Gong Xichou's eyeballs that were about to fall out of fright, he continued, "The so-called The high priest of the Gongxi tribe does the same boring, useless and meaningless things every day, presiding over the weddings and funerals of the tribe, mediating conflicts among the tribe..."

   "How can it be boring, useless and meaningless?"

  The high priest is his childhood dream!

  Gong Xiqiu retorted unconvinced.

Jimo Can ignored it, and asked instead: "Have you ever thought about it, there are really gods in the world, why don't you see the suffering of the people? There are bandits from the sky, and hundreds of countries in the world have conquered for more than two hundred years, resulting in countless deaths and injuries. Why are the people innocent? Why are the souls suffering?" Did she listen?"

  Gong Xiqiu was not convinced: "Why should she listen? She is only believed by the Gongxi clan, why should she care about those ghosts and monsters outside who wantonly kill for the sake of human greed?"

  Ji Mocan asked again: "Since you have been worshiped and worshiped by the Gongxi clan for so many years, why did you exterminate the clan?"

  Gong Xichou choked.

Jimo Can eased his expression: "...Since then, I have begun to doubt the existence of God. Even if she does exist, the Gongxi clan holds the way to save the world - the Wu Kingdom Gu disaster back then was only one step away from the unification of the mainland. It is almost possible to be truly unified, which proves that this road can be taken, but which step was wrong back then, if you can avoid it, you may be able to achieve your goal! In this case, why live in one place, singing or dancing all day long, jumping up and down Like a wild monkey?"

  Gong Xiqiu blinked, unable to answer.

  He doesn't think it's bad to sing and dance all day long.

  The mainland is unified, so what's the matter with them?

  The source of the catastrophe of extermination of the clan is not the greed and greed of these ghosts and monsters from the outside world, making the whole clan accompany them?

  The ancestors were convicted and exiled because of these?

  The Gongxi clan was originally a hermit clan.

  Why don’t the hermits stay hidden?

  What did he think: "But the High Priest..."

  The divine power of the high priest comes from faith.

   Jimo Can's faith has been shaken, which is not good.

But what he didn't expect was that Jimo Can was not only shaken, but more serious: "After I returned to my family, I suppressed my doubts until something happened that made me completely determined. You should know that you have an older brother." Bar?"

"Yeah. I know."

Jimo Can gazed reminiscently: "When he was six years old, he was sent to the altar to test his qualifications. He was fine when he went there, but something happened when he came back. I went to question the old priest, but the answer from the other party made me unable to accept it... "

   This was the first time Gong Xiqiu had heard about the cause of his brother's death.

   "What answer?"

  Ji Mocan said: "The gods are very happy."

   To put it simply, he liked it too much, took his soul away, and has since become a walking dead without a soul.

   This is the evil god, right?

   Other clansmen actually came to congratulate him.

  He just felt absurd and disgusting.

  But he couldn't vent his anger to his clansmen. On a rainy night, he resolutely changed his clan's clothing, crossed out his name in the family tree, and chose to leave without looking back. He will find a way to make the world's creatures truly happy.

  Instead of indulging in this false happiness like the tribesmen, and becoming a pleasure-seeking existence in the eyes of evil gods.

Jimocan sighed again: "The moment I stepped out of the clan ground, the remaining divine power disappeared without a trace, only the literary heart and literary energy of the Dan family remained, and your mother even chased after her. I took her to travel everywhere , trying to find a way.”

   There is Gongxi Qiu in the middle.

  He sent his wife back to the family land to take care of her.

   Relying on letters to communicate, we only get together occasionally.

  I wanted to start my own plan, but I was stumped by some unexpected events, and I accidentally discovered that all countries are secretly investigating the Wu Kingdom's evil. According to this situation, sooner or later the Gongxi tribe will be found out. He could only use his mind to stop it secretly.

   All of a sudden, many years were wasted.

  Thousands of calculations, but people's hearts are missed-in the face of huge interests, people can trample on all bottom lines.

   "...When I received the news of Geng's action and rushed back, everything was too late..." At this time, he began to understand why his ancestors resolutely avoided the world and stayed in a corner, because he was completely disappointed because he had seen the greed and ugliness of people's hearts.

"...At that moment, any passionate ideals, such as helping the world and saving the people, or saving the common people, all became a joke." Jimo Can looked at Gong Xiqiu and said, "When I saw you lying lifeless on the altar, I felt pain. Not qualified to save."

   Gu worms live and die with their hosts.

  Even if this Gu worm has tenacious vitality, but the host is dead, it has no power to continue, and it can't exert its due effect at all.

   Unless a high priest feeds it with divine power.

He said: "...the high priest who used to be able to preside over various sacrifices is in front of you, but I can't do anything, I can't save you... I can't save you! I gave up my faith! The gods also gave up on me! The result is that I will lose you !"

  Gong Xiqiu said blankly: "But I saw it..."

   It was indeed Jimo Can, who was wearing the costume of a priest, who rescued him, and he himself did indeed save his life.

   "Because of your uncle they..."

   "Uncle and the others? But they were already..."

Jimo Can said: "I abandoned my beliefs, but they didn't. They were not requiemed, so their obsessions were hard to get rid of. The collected obsessions and beliefs built a bridge for me to communicate with the gods. I confessed to her, hoping to save my life." One life."

  Gong Xiqiu was shocked.

   "One life is worth one life?" His pupils trembled, and his eyes fell on the lifeless corpse uncontrollably, "But..."

"One life for one life is fair enough. Ah Nian, if there is this opportunity, not only I will exchange it without hesitation, but everyone who loves you will do the same. This opportunity is also prayed for by all the clansmen! "

  As the high priest who betrayed the gods, Jimo Can only hoped that Gong Xiqiu could live, and dared not have extravagant hopes.

  But the final result was beyond expectations.

  After the sacrificial ceremony was over, he found that he was still alive, and a piece of information automatically appeared in his mind—

  Gong Xiqiu is already completely cold, his soul is contaminated with an aura that does not belong to the Yang world, if he is forced to bring it back, it will definitely hurt his roots. So a **** was imposed on him. When this **** is broken, it is time for Jimo Can to fulfill his promise.

   Before that, you can take care of Gong Xichou to grow up, so that he will not waste his life and waste his fatherly heart.

   This god—

  The generosity is a little surprising.

  Ji Mocan thought that the other party would refuse the prayer of the whole family, or reluctantly agree, but directly take his life away. Didn't expect him to survive for a while longer. As a result, if you live for a living, you will live for more than ten years. Wipe the **** of this poor son!

"Do you know? You can really cause trouble! I have suspected countless times that the gods are actually uneasy and kind, and punished me with blunt knives. Raising a son, or a son who is not very smart and can cause trouble, is more laborious than before presiding over sacrifices. pain."

  Gong Xichou: "..."

  The originally sad, heavy and moving atmosphere was washed away by Jimo Can's complaints.

   He is not crying, nor is he angry.

  He was about to cry.

   Jumped and scolded: "It's better than worrying about you!"

  Is this really my real father?

"You still keep me? Have I seen you before?" After finally reuniting, this guy still had a gloomy look, and he opened and closed his mouth with yin and yang. Gong Xichou was about to turn his back on him at that time. Most importantly, "Why didn't you stop me from taking revenge?"

  If he hadn't lost control of his anger and fought desperately with Tang Guo, he wouldn't have remembered the lost memory at all, and naturally Mo Can didn't have to fulfill the exchange with the gods. Gong Xiqiu didn't believe that the other party didn't know this, so why didn't he come to stop him?

  Ji Mocan said: "I stopped."

  Gong Xiqiu was so choked that he couldn't speak, and the other party actually stopped him, but he was so intoxicated with the joy of finding the enemy, that his eyes were full of twisting off the enemy's head and burying the whole family with him. He said helplessly: "At that time...you should have told me the truth...as long as it is what you said, I would definitely believe it! As long as you can live, I would rather seal up the alchemy mansion and not use martial energy for the rest of my life..."

  As long as I can't remember it for the rest of my life...

  Ji Mocan will be able to live forever.

"At that time, I thought you were my elder brother, even if the relationship was not good, but you were... the only... my only blood relative in the world, and I couldn't possibly kill you for revenge!" Know the truth!

  Just found out that my biological father is still alive...

   As a result, he died as soon as he turned his head.

  Compared to Gong Xiqiu, who was full of tears, crying like a dead father, Jimo Can's expression was as calm as if his enemy was driving west. He just said to his son indifferently: "Did I say that you are the only blood relative like me in this world?"

Gong Xiqiu was so startled by these words that he stopped crying, and hiccupped uncontrollably, his expression distorted in horror, and he complained: "You, you, you—you actually turned your back on A Niang to find a second wife? Do you remember the family motto? ? You you you you are not a man!"

  Ji Mocan's face was dark, and he really wanted to hit Gong Xichou's **** with a stick. It's better to get some sticks down to make him blossom.

  Who said you are looking for a second room?

   This guy was so outspoken that he owed a beating.

  Gong Xichou was sad again—his father died, and he told himself that he had a half-brother and sister after he died, or maybe there were more than one, and he was not allowed to say it. Then, Gong Xichou was really beaten.

  Ji Mocan's form at this time is just a spiritual avatar with condensed literary energy, which is far less stable than a physical body, and the emotional ups and downs will speed up and dissipate. But he couldn't bear it!

  He directly yelled, scolded heartily, scolded heartily, scolded Gong Xiqiu bloody!

  Finally, peace of mind.

   said: "Your elder brother may still be alive."

  Gong Xiqiu was startled: "Brother? Are you still alive?"

Jimo Can stabilized his mind, he had to hold on until he finished his last words, so as not to be disturbed by Gong Xichou who said, "Yes, he should still be alive. After he lost his mind, he has been taken care of by his clansmen, but there are always people who can't take care of him." In addition, there was an unpleasant incident in the family at that time, which was very chaotic, and his whereabouts have been unknown since then, and I have been looking for him these years."

   "What...unpleasant thing?"

   "It's nothing, the high priest came to seek bad luck."

  Ji Mocan said this lightly, he heard that Gong Xiqiu was struck by lightning, what does it mean that the previous high priest came to seek bad luck? Isn't that senior already dead? If he didn't die, why didn't he come back and look for bad luck when he came back?

   Obviously the comer was not kind.

  Ji Mocan smiled maliciously.

   "Look, the vision of the gods is not very good. Look at the candidates for the high priest she selected, all of them are rebellious!"

   is a ruthless person, and he scolds himself.

  Gong Xichou: "..."

   Completely irrefutable.

  He seems to understand why the old priest's face is full of wrinkles and sorrow, and he has backstabbed two high priests!

   "Your elder brother got lost at that time."

  Gong Xiqiu asked, "How do you know he's not dead?"

  Ji Mocan had a weird expression.

   "Don't you even look at the fate lamp?"

  Gong Xichou: "..."

  The so-called life lamp is an ever-burning lamp lit by the high priest at the birth of the full moon, guided by the baby's breath, that is, the life lamp. The wind can't be extinguished, and the water can't be extinguished. Once a person dies, the life lamp will go out. But why is he looking at this?

Jimo Can was once again disappointed in his son's mind: "Four lamps of life are still burning, and now there are only three left. One for your elder brother, one for you, and one for the previous high priest. You say I don't recognize you, but Be careful that the life lamp will not say that father is dead."

  Gong Xichou: "..."

   All clans have been exterminated, what kind of life lamp did he go to see? Seeing that the whole cave is pitch-black, does he have one lamp on?

  Ji Mocan raised his eyebrows and asked, "So, it's my fault?"

  Gong Xiqiu was at a loss when asked, with a pitiful expression.

  He bowed his head: "No, it's my fault."

Jimo Can patted his son's dog's head...ah no, his head, it's rare to be warm: "If you know your mistakes, you can correct them, and there is nothing good about it. It would be best if you can find your brother, and it's okay if you can't find them. There is still a blood connection in the wandering world, It's a blessing."

  He told Gong Xiqiu these things, but he wanted the other party to have a thought to support him through the loneliest time.

  Starting today, this child is really alone.

  Ji Mocan hugged his son, suppressed his emotions and said with a low smile: "Laugh, Ah Nian, Father is going to freshman."

  Looking at the gradually transparent body of the other party, Gong Xichou hugged back but did not dare to use force, holding back tears: "God forgive you?"

"Yeah, your uncle and the others are still waiting for my father to lead the way. When your life in the yang world is exhausted, they will come to pick you up with your mother. We will meet again at that time, but it should not be too early. Smile more, think about the clan motto If you cry on this occasion, be careful with the old priest's wooden staff. Write down the rest of the explanation and put it in the box, and read it slowly." Jimo Can said, "Smile, Ah Nian."

  Gong Xiqiu couldn't help laughing.

  But he still pulled the corner of his mouth.

"Um!"

   Handling the dead body is already familiar to Gong Xiqiu. Looking at Jimo Can with his eyes closed in the firelight, he still refuses to believe that he is dead. I always feel that the other party will come out of nowhere and mock me in a mean and mocking tone.

   After packing up the ashes, he sat with the urn in his arms for a whole night, feeling dazed and not knowing where he was going.

  Next—

  Where is he going?

  Looking down at the urn that was warmed by his arms.

   said in a hoarse voice: "Let's take you home for a reunion."

  In view of Jimo Can's unreliable character and his fondness for nonsense and mean mouth, he is skeptical of what he said about "getting forgiven". He hated it, how could the gods like it?

   It’s better to send them back to the clan land, to make offerings to the gods, to make connections, to be accommodating, to say good things, it’s safer...

   Gong Xiqiu made up his mind.

   At dawn, step on the morning dew and leave.

  As for how the Geng Kingdom lost King Xi, the two clan king uncles, and Tang Guo, the stone pillar of Zhen Guo, he didn't want to know. The weaker the Geng Kingdom, the easier it is to be annexed, and the common people under the rule can get a respite instead. On the contrary, if the two forces are too close in strength, they will only fall into a tug-of-war, and the common people will have no means of living.

  As for Zheng Qiao's solicitation... a villain with a bad mind and a crooked way, he is also worthy?

  ———

   "Alas, business is not easy in this world..."

Resting at the teahouse on Gongxi Qiu Road, I heard several merchants at the next table sighing: "Your business is sure to make money, but it's just how much you make. Why are you still sighing? You are like this, let me wait a few How do brothers deal with themselves?"

   "How can there be a business in this world that can make a profit without losing money? My brother almost lost everything on this trip, almost costing his life. Does Longwu County know? It's not peaceful!"

   Merchants still have lingering fears when they mentioned this matter.

   It turned out that this merchant was in the business of smuggling salt and iron.

  This business is in a peaceful and prosperous age, and the entire household registration book will be beheaded, but in this chaotic era of war and chaos, the country is still in danger, so how can you manage these things? Driven by profit, some traders will also bite their teeth and take risks.

   If you are lucky, you can make a lot of money.

  This merchant is one of them.

   It is still the way of smuggling to other races, because the pressure of competition is small and the benefits are large, but the disadvantage is that the risks are also high.

  But he worshiped a pier and followed a senior salt seller. When he went offline, the other party could drink some soup even if he ate meat.

   Who would have thought that the salt dealer would go to Shiwu West Territory, and there would be no more news. He waited in Longwu County but couldn't wait.

  He could only curse in his stomach that the Shiwu alien race was fierce and cunning, and he felt sorry for his own goods. It happened that the border was not peaceful, so in order to save his life, he could only escape back in advance.

  Hearing the experience of the unlucky businessman, everyone sympathized.

  Just as he was about to feel relieved, the merchant suddenly slapped the table, sweeping away his decadence, and feeling refreshed like chicken blood.

"However, I heard a piece of news on the way, so relieved! Do you know that the ten black kings are? Their king went to the front line, hahaha, who knows that the backyard is on fire! Even this messy grass-roots team wants to covet our fertile soil? Bah !"

   "Backyard fire?"

   It's a good thing to hear.

  Everyone asked what was going on.

  Gong Xichou, who was about to serve wine and ask his father if he would like a sip from the urn, was also attracted by the attention and stretched his ears.

  The merchant caresses his long beard.

   "If you want to know this, you need to start from a month ago!"