Douluo's Mistake

The rain had lightened up a lot, but it was still falling. Tang Miao opened his umbrella, and suddenly he heard a patrolling inner disciple nearby talking to him.

"Come out? Did you find anything you need?"

Tang Miao only nodded and said nothing.

The inner disciple looked at him twice, then asked as if he suddenly remembered something: "Hey, why didn't I see you on the first floor when I just entered?"

"There are so many books, and one floor is not small, so you may not be able to look at me." Tang Miao seemed calm, but in fact, his heart almost jumped out of his chest, "Maybe... maybe I was in a corner at that time."

The disciple thought so and did not become suspicious anymore. He gave a few more instructions and looked at Tang Miao immediately.

As soon as he got back to the house, Tang Miao didn't even have time to put away his umbrella. He just found a pen and paper, and lay down at the table to write furiously.

He wanted to give these to Tang San.

This time, Tang Miao had the right time, place and people. Otherwise, it would have been impossible for him to enter the third floor of the heavily guarded Sutra Pavilion without anyone noticing, and then return to his residence without anyone noticing what he had done. .

Although Tang Miao was only 12 years old and could not recognize all the words, he only had to write them out as they were written. Tang Miao wrote from memory day and night. Except for necessary things and studying with Tang Qin, he spent the rest of the time After doing this, I finally completed this "gift" when Tang San came back.

"Third brother, you've been gone for a long time this time." It was already afternoon when Tang San returned to his residence after completing the mission. When Tang Miao saw him, he quickly pulled him into the house, "Is this mission difficult?" After not seeing him for months, he naturally felt as if not seeing him for one day was like three autumns.

Touching Tang Miao's head, Tang San pulled him to sit by the bed: "The estimate was wrong, it took longer than I thought. What did A Miao do during this time?"

"Don't always treat me like a child..." Hearing this, Tang Miao was a little dissatisfied. He pursed his lips and suddenly stood up and took out a large pile of paper from the cabinet. It was full of words. Tang Miao Turning around and handing it to Tang San, "Third brother, this is my gift to you!"

"Xuan Tian... Bao Lu?!" Tang San's hand that took the stack of paper trembled slightly. He swallowed and suddenly looked up at Tang Miao, who was full of expectation, "How did you get this? !”

Opening his mouth, the expectation in Tang Miao's eyes gradually dissipated. He stared at Tang San for a while, then told him exactly what happened, then lowered his eyes and looked at the ground.

"A Miao, how could you do this?! Go, go and admit your mistake to the leader with me!"

"Admit your mistake?" Tang Miao asked, "Why?"

Tang San stared blankly at the child in front of him: "A Miao..."

"I have long been dissatisfied with this broken... Tang Sect's solid model! Why can only the inner disciples learn the things in Xuantian Baolu, but the outer disciples can never do it?! Third brother, you are obviously better than many inner disciples. Disciples must be smart and diligent, but they can only learn some superficial things from Tang Sect, wouldn’t you be willing to do so?!”

"I...but..."

"Third brother! Didn't you say that a person's life is about climbing one mountain after another? Originally, this mountain peak was blocked by fog, but now the clouds are opening and the sun is rising. Do you want to give up the opportunity to climb it?!"

Opening his mouth, Tang San was speechless. Finally, he was silent for a while and sighed slowly: "...A Miao, you are right."

"It's good to know!"

Tang Miao snorted, turned around and left. Tang San was in a daze now and didn't stop him in time.

Not to mention how Tang San later coaxed the estranged Tang Miao into peace. From that day on, he began to force all the other disciples to start learning Xuantian Baolu. Tang Miao was right. Tang San's learning progress, He was twice as fast as many other inner disciples. At the same time, he was still secretly searching for materials to build the hidden weapons that ranked high on the hidden weapon rankings.

Six years later.

"Third brother, what are you doing?"

Looking at the drawings in front of him, Tang San had a little fanaticism in his eyes: "I want to... try to see if I can make this."

"Buddha's Angry Tang Lotus?" Tang Miao looked at the drawings without saying anything offensive, "Third brother, you are so tired every day, and you haven't been with me for a long time..."

"...Are you a child?" Tang San was helpless.

"Yeah, he's only three years old." Tang Miao acted coquettishly without any burden. He pulled Tang San to stand up, "No, you must go out to play with me today!"

After pinching Tang Miao's face, Tang San hid the drawing: "Okay, I will listen to you today."

In the past six years, Tang San had almost devoted himself to studying Xuantian Baolu, and Tang Miao did not disturb him. Today, it was just to make him relax.

In fact, Tang Miao didn't have any good place to go, so in the end he just dragged Tang San to the top of the mountain to enjoy the wind.

The two chatted all over the world, talking about everything. As Tang Miao was talking, he suddenly remembered something, and with a mysterious look on his face, he leaned into Tang San's ear and whispered: "Third brother, have you heard of Yueyinxing?" Fog?”

"Yueyinxingmist...what is that?"

"It is a very beautiful plant. It looks best when the flowers are in bloom!" Tang Miao described to Tang San, "The stem rotates upwards in circles, and the ends of the petals are also curled. The petals are blue and the stamens are yellow. , very, very beautiful.”

Tang San chuckled lightly. At this moment, the light in Tang Miao's eyes was the brightest. He looked at Tang Miao like this quietly: "It's true."

"Of course! Look!" Tang Miao took out a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to Tang San, "This is what it looks like!"

"It's just that no one has discovered this kind of flower for hundreds of years. I really want to see it with my own eyes..."

After touching Tang Miao's head, Tang San glanced at the picture on the paper and asked someone to take it back: "Then let's go look for it together later, okay?"

Surprise flashed in his eyes, and Tang Miao happily responded: "Okay!"

Blinking, Tang Miao looked at Tang San: "Third brother..."

"Ok?"

Taking a deep breath, Tang Miao touched Tang San's right hand with his left hand and interlocked with his fingers. Although Tang San felt a little strange, looking at the smiling face of the person in front of him, he followed Tang Miao.

The clouds in the sky were floating, and the two of them sat on the edge of the cliff for a long time. It was not until night came that they returned to the house. In the past six years, the two of them have been living together. Tang Qin sometimes came to see Tang Miao. I raised this issue with Tang San, but since Tang Miao was very unwilling to move out, the matter was dropped.

Tang San saw that the atmosphere was very good today, and after thinking about it, he proposed to let Tang Miao live alone in a room, but he didn't expect that he would react so strongly.

"I don't want it!" Tang Miao was sitting at the table with Tang San, but he stood up with a look of disbelief on his face without even hearing what he said, "Why?! Third brother, why do you always want me to leave you?!"

"It's not about leaving, it's just that you're already so old, it's not good to sleep with me..." Tang San quickly stood up, trying to convince Tang Miao.

"Third brother...I don't want to move away..."

Seeing Tang Miao's extremely aggrieved look, Tang San couldn't help but want to compromise, but in the end he shook his head helplessly: "Ake, you have to tell me the reason, right?"

"I..." Tang Miao wanted to say something, but he hesitated a little, lowered his head and stopped talking.

"A'miao, can you tell third brother?" Tang San took Tang Miao's hand and patiently advised him, "It doesn't matter what the reason is, but you have to tell me."

After hearing this, Tang Miao finally made up his mind. He raised his head and looked at the person in front of him seriously: "Third brother, I like you."

"……what?"

Tang San's heart trembled, and he loosened his hold on Tang Miao's hand, but he didn't pay attention and just continued to say what he had been hiding in his heart.

"Third brother, what I like about you is not family affection or friendship, but the relationship between men and women. It has been almost two years. Third brother, I have always wanted to tell you, but..."

Closing his eyes, Tang San said in a deep voice: "Amiao, starting from tomorrow, you can move out."

"Third brother, doesn't it matter what reason you say? I..."

"But you... like me, I never thought..."

"Then third brother, you can think about it now."

"A Miao! As good as Long Yang is in the habit of cutting sleeves, I simply-" Tang San seemed to want to say something, but in the end he changed his words, "Don't you think it's ridiculous?"

"What's ridiculous?" Tang Miao couldn't understand it at all, "I just like someone, can I deny my feelings for you just because they are the same gender?"

"But falling in love between men is not allowed or accepted by the world. Besides, I...I don't have any feelings for you..."

"Third brother, I don't believe it!" Tang Miao clenched his fists and stared at Tang San who did not dare to look at him, "Do you really feel nothing at all?!"

"I... it seems that our relationship is still too close." Tang San opened his mouth, but he did not give an answer, "Tomorrow, tomorrow we will live separately. There is no need to discuss this matter."

"Tang San! Are you trying to drive me away?!" This was the first time in so many years that Tang Miao called Tang San by his first name, which was enough to show how powerful his emotions were.

Tang San wanted to deny it, but when he met Tang Miao's eyes, he was speechless, so he acquiesced.

"You and I are obviously the same kind!" Tang Miao couldn't help but increase his voice. His eyes were red, and he gritted his teeth and said every word: "Anyway, time will prove everything."

After saying this, Tang Miao turned around and rushed out of the house. Tang San wanted to stop him, but it was too late. He caught up with him after realizing it, but it was already dark outside, and Tang San lost Tang Miao's figure in an instant.

At this time, he regretted his words. While searching, Tang San went all over the place where Tang Miao might have gone, but until dawn, there was no clue.

Letting out a long breath, Tang San held onto a tree on the side of the road, with a myriad of thoughts in his mind, but he also understood that the first priority now was to find Tang Miao.

"Tang San?"

After asking, Tang San looked up and saw Tang Qin and Tang Luan Xun, and stood up straight.

The one who spoke just now was Tang Qin. He walked over and looked at Tang San who was so haggard. He couldn't help but ask: "We just came back from a mission. Did you... stay up all night?"

Nodding casually, Tang San also knew that he really didn't look good like this.

"Why are you like this after not sleeping all night?" Tang Luanxun also walked over and looked Tang San up and down, "What happened?"

"No..." Tang San wanted to cover it up.

"Don't lie to me. Why did you do this to yourself?" Tang Qin looked unbelieving.

"...A Miao was so angry that I ran away."

Tang Miao choked: "Isn't this a common thing?"

Tang San smiled bitterly, thinking that this time was different.

"I've been looking for him all night. I've been to every place I could go, but A Miao isn't even there."

"No? What could make you so angry?" Tang Luan Xun raised his eyebrows, but looking at Tang San who was suddenly silent, he didn't ask further, "He won't... leave the Tang Clan, right?"

"It's not impossible..."

"I'll go find him!" Tang San clenched his fists, turned around and wanted to walk down the mountain.

"Hey!" Tang Qin quickly grabbed him, "The world is so big, where are you looking for it?"

"A Miao has never been out of Tang Clan, he didn't bring anything with him, and his martial arts isn't very good. What if..." Tang San was worried, and at the same time he regretted the words he said yesterday.

"Why did he encounter so many things? Since he didn't bring anything with him, he might come back in a few days after he has figured it out, so he can practice with peace of mind." Tang Luanxun thought it was nothing, so he pulled Tang San back.

Tang San pursed his lips: "I hope so."

*

As if he was deliberately going against Tang Miao, he was caught in a heavy rainstorm the second night after not eating for a day. Tang Miao swallowed his saliva and still walked forward. In a daze, he came to a place. In the dilapidated mansion, the word "Wei" can be vaguely discerned on the crumbling plaque.

In this vast world, it would be nice to find a place to take shelter from the rain. Tang Miao was not qualified to be picky. He walked into the mansion and walked along the corridor from the front hall to the backyard. There was a faint trace of long-dried blood on the ground, as if It was due to an accident many years ago that it became an empty mansion. Looking at the dilapidated plants and trees here, Tang Miao always felt a strange sense of familiarity.

After wrapping his clothes tightly, Tang Miao continued to walk in. The other doors were closed. He only walked into the only room with an open door. Everything inside made him feel extremely familiar, but he couldn't describe it. Where had he seen it before? Tang Miao didn't think too much about it and sat directly on the dusty ground, leaning on the door frame and looking at the non-stop rainstorm outside. The first person that came to mind was Tang San.

There was no water all day long, and after a long period of rain, Tang Miao got a fever as expected. He curled up and leaned against the door, with a splitting headache. Scenes flashed through his mind, but in the end, he was frozen. But it was a gloomy rainy night sky.

Unexpectedly, this illness did not cause much harm to Tang Miao, and he woke up later the next morning.

Looking at everything in front of him, Tang Miao's heart was beating fast. He got up and stumbled towards the back door, but what he saw was 41 tombs, large and small.

Panting heavily, Tang Miao scanned the tombstones one by one. His head began to throb with pain. As if he was not convinced, he avoided the tombs and walked towards the other side, but in a daze, none of them could stand still. It rolled directly down a nearby hillside.

Feeling dizzy, Tang Miao lay down for a while before sitting up on the muddy ground, but something was wrong with the touch of his right hand. He looked over attentively and saw only a large piece of cloth, and the rest was probably buried in the ground. under.

Staring at the cloth in front of him, Tang Miao ignored the dirt and began to dig with his bare hands until the entire piece of cloth was revealed. It was a baggage, a tablecloth-style baggage.

Opening the bag carefully, Tang Miao looked at the intact jewelry inside. He was stunned for a while, and suddenly burst into tears. His tears hit the fabric drop by drop, splashing countless water splashes.

Tang Miao beat his chest hard as if he couldn't breathe. As a result, he lost all his strength. He almost fainted from crying. His hands on the ground gradually tightened, and the words he spat out seemed to be swallowed alive. People are ordinary, but they also have some complicated emotions that they don't know they have.

"Tang San!"

The memory that had been lost for ten years was recovered by this mistake. The hatred that was ten years late also burst out at this moment, burying all the love.

After finally calming down, Tang Miao took the baggage and walked to the town not far away in his memory. He divided the jewelry into several places and pawned it. He took the money and packed everything up, and then After eating something, I randomly found a hotel to stay.

Sitting at the table, Tang Miao couldn't say anything, and he didn't want to say anything. He looked out the window blankly, and the light in his eyes gradually disappeared.

Yes, the world is big, and as Tang Miao, he can go anywhere.

But as Wei Daomiao, he couldn't go anywhere.

After being idle for several days, Wei Daomiao decided to go north. That was the territory where the demons were entrenched. If he really reached their territory, he would definitely commit suicide.

He originally thought that he would meet demon cultivators all the way into the territory of the demonic realm, but contrary to expectations, Wei Daomiao didn't even look at the border line of the northern border, or in other words, he didn't go far out of the town at all. I met a demon cultivator in the woods.

As soon as Wei Daomiao met the demon cultivator, he was knocked away by his merciless palm without any warning. He hit several trees before falling to the ground. Wei Daomiao spat out a mouthful of blood, and he felt It was as if all his internal organs had shifted, and even his breathing was much weaker.

"I have no enmity with you, why are you...ahem..."

"No grievances or enmities?" The demon cultivator grinned and looked at Wei Daomiao with ridicule in his eyes, "You have a grudge against a demon cultivator? It's funny."

After forcing himself to change his posture from lying to sitting, Wei Daomiao covered his chest and said nothing.

The demon cultivator suddenly pinched Wei Daomiao's neck, lifted him up, and said with a sneer: "I say there is hatred, there is hatred. Who told you to reincarnate incorrectly and become a disciple of the Tang Sect."

"You... how do you know... that I am... uh..."

"Ha, I don't know. I only recognize the Tang Sect hidden weapon you just discarded. A Tang Sect disciple... damn it!"

Although he said this, the demon cultivator did not intend to suffocate Wei Daomiao so easily. He threw the person on the ground at will, then took out a pill, stuffed it directly into Wei Daomiao's mouth, and forced him to swallow it. Go down.

"You must have heard of Xian Yun's name, right?" The demon cultivator looked at Wei Daomiao's painful look. He couldn't help but laugh maniacally. After laughing enough, he lowered his head and stared coldly at the person who was gradually taking effect from the medicine. "Although I don't know your name, enjoy it."

After studying with Tang Qin and his master for so long, Wei Daomiao certainly knew what the name Xian Yun represented. He coughed violently a few times and quickly licked his throat, trying to spit it out. But for a drug like Xian Yun that melts in the mouth, Wei Daomiao's actions have no use except making himself more uncomfortable.

There are seven episodes of Immortal Fall. After each episode, the poisoned person will return to normal, but after seven episodes, he will die just like the name of this medicine.

The first time you will lose your voice; the second time you will lose your hearing and mobility; the third time you will lose your senses and vision; the fourth time you will have severe pain from the heart and head; the fifth time your body will feel like it is being burned by fire. ; The sixth time is as cold as falling into an extremely cold state; the seventh time is when the meridians in the whole body are cut off by the medicine, and only then can one truly die.

It is unknown how long each attack will last, how long it will last, and how painful it will be. Coupled with the seven terrifying attacks, it can be said that life is worse than death, and the most important thing is , this medicine has no solution at all.

Compared with the powerful medicinal properties, Immortal Fall is not difficult to make, but if there is no blood feud, basically no one would want to use this medicine to harm others. Many people who have taken the medicine will almost die because they can't stand it. By committing suicide, he basically gave up the hope of survival after the third or fourth time. Therefore, this demon cultivator's thoughts are not without cruelty.

Wei Daomiao gave up what he was doing. He looked up at the demon cultivator, as if he wanted to remember his face. Wei Daomiao opened his mouth, but found that he couldn't make any sound. Only then did he realize that the immortal fall had begun. It happened for the first time.

Looking at Wei Daomiao's current appearance with satisfaction, the demon cultivator took his collar and walked directly to Guijianchou where the Tang Sect was.

For such a demon cultivator, of course, if he does something, the whole world must know that he did it. At least, he must let his enemies know that the demon cultivator does not take Wei Daomiao seriously at all, but only He was just using it as a tool to scare the monkeys, but he didn't expect that it would lead to his own death.

He casually threw Wei Daomiao at the gate of Tang Gate. The demon cultivator watched the disciple guarding the gate lift him up, and then he laughed excitedly: "Remember to tell Tang Da that I gave him a big gift!"

When the disciple guarding the mountain gate looked up again, he could still see the figure of the demon cultivator.

*

Tang San didn't expect that Wei Daomiao would become like this after not seeing him for half a month. He couldn't help but feel regretful in his heart. If he had stopped the person at that time, how could he have let him meet that demon cultivator and get hit? Where is Xian Yun?

After returning to Tangmen, Wei Daomiao was in a coma for a whole day and night. During this period, Tang Qin directly brought a large bottle of bigu pills, each pill was worth a day, which was enough for Wei Daomiao... to last until the end, not because he couldn't eat. Swallowed and starved to death.

Wei Daomiao didn't expect that as soon as he opened his eyes, the first thing he saw was Tang San. He looked at the excited light in his eyes because of his awakening, and his heart couldn't help but ache. He used up his strength to grab He grabbed hold of Tang San's clothes and pulled him forward suddenly.

"Tang, San!" Wei Daomiao's voice was hoarse. Being able to speak meant that he had survived his first attack, but it also meant that he was one step closer to death, "You——"

However, he had just woken up and was seriously injured. Wei Daomiao didn't have much strength. Before he could finish his words, he lost his strength and let go of Tang San, and he started coughing violently.

Wei Daomiao hated his body that had become very weak. He couldn't even say a harsh word to Tang San. Wei Daomiao closed his eyes hard and breathed tremblingly.

Although he didn't listen to what Wei Daomiao said, Tang San couldn't help but know that this man had completely remembered what Wei Daomiao said. He had been thinking about it all these years, what if Wei Daomiao remembered everything about him one day? What to do, but he didn't expect this moment to come, but he was frighteningly calm.

Taking a deep breath, Tang San went to pour a glass of water: "Amiao, drink some water."

"roll!!!"

Raising his arm, Wei Daomiao knocked over the glass of water. With the crisp sound, he felt something in his heart was broken.

Silently picking up the debris on the ground, Tang San lowered his eyes and said, "Well, then you have a good rest." After saying that, he turned and left the house. After walking a few steps, he bumped into Tang Qin who had come to deliver medicine.

Looking at Tang San who was in despair, Tang Qin still didn't know what happened: "Why, hasn't A Miao calmed down yet?"

"I'm afraid he... hates me." Tang San chuckled and continued walking forward, "He remembered."

After being stunned for a moment, Tang Qin suddenly looked towards the room, and couldn't help but look back at Tang San. He couldn't help but lament in his heart. After hesitating for a moment, he put on a smiling face and walked into the room with the medicine.

"A Miao, you're awake. Come on, I'll help you sit up, drink the medicine and rest for a while."

Seeing that it was Tang Qin, Wei Daomiao was almost speechless. He let others help him up and drank the medicine silently. Finally, when Tang Qin was about to leave, he suddenly said: "Can my illness be cured?"

His heart skipped a beat, and Tang Qin did not dare to look back at Wei Daomiao. He tried to make his voice sound lighter: "Of course, if you drink a few more medicines and take care of yourself, your illness... will always be cured."

After saying that, Tang Qin didn't dare to stay any longer and quickly left the room.

Looking at Tang Qin's hurriedly leaving figure, Wei Daomiao twitched the corner of his mouth, but did not break into a smile.

There was only six hours between the second attack of Immortal Fall and the first attack. During this period, Tang Qin came to take care of him, and this attack only lasted for six hours, and Wei Daomiao returned to normal.

Less than a stick of incense passed, and the third attack of Immortal Fall occurred one after another. Wei Daomiao fell into darkness. He could see nothing and feel nothing. There was only endless emptiness and darkness. He Gradually he was buried in such emptiness, drowning in the darkness, but suddenly a voice echoed from the darkness, as if it was coming from afar, but also as if it was right next to his ears. Wei Daomiao knew that this was Tang San's voice, and he Saying:

A Miao, I'm sorry.

A Miao, don't be afraid, I'm holding your hand.

A Miao, I will stay with you until you wake up.

He says,

A Miao.

Wei Daomiao, who was lying on the bed, had his eyes closed tightly. He tilted his head towards the inside of the bed, and a tear fell from the corner of his eye.

Tang San sat on the ground beside the bed, holding Wei Daomiao's left hand tightly. He raised his hand to wipe away the tears on the face of the man on the bed very gently, mumbling many words in his ear without even a moment. Stopped.

When Wei Daomiao woke up again, it was actually only less than an hour, but Tang San's voice had become very hoarse. When he saw Wei Daomiao's eyes opened, he loosened his hand from the ground in a panic. Standing up, Tang San opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but in the end he fled as if in despair.

In fact, it is not a good sign that the Immortal Fall occurs so quickly. It not only indicates that the intervals between the remaining attacks will not be too long, but also shows that Wei Daomiao is moving towards death step by step.

But Wei Daomiao didn't seem to care that much. The next few attacks were extremely painful, and he didn't have time to care whether Tang San or someone else was accompanying him. In fact, several people who had known Wei Daomiao wanted to He tried to persuade him to simply end this tormenting day, but when he looked into his eyes, he couldn't say a single relevant word. He could only bear it while letting Wei Dao indulge in self-torture.

At the same time, Tang Sect would not sit still and wait for death after being provoked like this. Normally, it would not send its top disciples to kill the demon cultivator. However, Tang Da believed that Tang Sect had great influence on Wei Daomiao. He owed it, so he personally took action this time, using thunderous means to find the lair of the demon cultivator, and directly ended his evil-doing life. Unfortunately, this still could not change Wei Daomiao's final outcome.

After three full days, the fourth attack that lasted for a day and night came, followed by the fifth attack five days later, which lasted for five hours. After another fifteen days, Wei Daomiao had his sixth attack. attack.

Looking at the trembling Wei Daomiao with pale lips, Tang San was helpless. He also understood that this was not an ordinary cold, so he could only hold the person's hand tightly and silently use his inner strength to make him feel better.

Wei Daomiao now had difficulty even breathing. He looked up at Tang San, but he no longer had the strength to drive people away. Finally, Wei Daomiao said softly: "It's useless... I, I am destined... to die... …”

"A Miao... stop talking..."

It was not until eight hours later that Wei Daomiao gradually felt a trace of warmth from the outside world. When he regained some strength, he firmly held Tang San and refused to leave: "Tang San, kill me."

"Ah Miao!" Tang San looked at Wei Daomiao in shock. He shook his head helplessly, "Don't..."

"Instead of dying on the Immortal Fall, I would...better to die in your hands..."

"Obviously...I've already survived——"

"Do you want to see my meridians cut off and die?" Wei Daomiao interrupted Tang San coldly, "Don't let me die so ugly, Tang San."

In fact, Tang San also understood that after suffering so much torture, Wei Daomiao was only greeted by death in the end. However, how could he want Wei Daomiao to die in his own hands?

Breathing slowly, the hatred in Wei Daomiao's eyes had dissipated a little. There were extremely complex emotions mixed in them. Of course, the light that originally made people feel sincerely clear at first sight had long since dissipated. He watched quietly. Looking at Tang San, he suddenly stretched out his hand to untie the sleeve arrow on Tang San's right forearm.

Tang San stared blankly at Wei Daomiao's laborious movements. He watched helplessly as the man removed the sleeve arrows and put one of them in his hand.

"Tang San, use it to kill me, even if you do, I would have died in that heavy rain that year."

After being silent for a long time, Tang San finally found sadly that he couldn't shake Wei Daomiao's thoughts at all. Even if he didn't have the love Wei Daomiao wanted, how could he let his A Miao die in such pain in the end?

Slowly tightening the arrow in his hand, Tang San closed his eyes, and stabbed it hard into his heart under Wei Daomiao's cold gaze. The wound was immediately smeared with blood, and then, Wei Daomiao's There was also a lot of blood coming out of the mouth.

Looking at Tang San, whose expression was faintly broken, a trace of relief flashed in Wei Daomiao's eyes.

"Tang San...in the next life, I...I don't want to meet you again..."

——Third brother, I really can’t let you go.

"If you die...I really want to jump out of the coffin...celebrate, ahem..."

——Third brother, you want to live a long life.

"Ahem... Yueyin Xingwu, then, that's what I lied to you..."

——The Yueyinxingmist is really beautiful, third brother, believe me, but it’s a pity that I didn’t have the chance to see it.

"Hidden weapons are just... just harmful... things. I..."

——Third brother, I really want to see what Fonu Tanglian really looks like.

"I...Tang San, I hate you! I...I hate you so much!"

——Third brother, I love you.

Tang San had been listening carefully to everything Wei Daomiao said without refuting a word. Finally, he used all his strength to grab the hem of his clothes. Tang San followed his movements and put his ear to Wei Daomiao's mouth.

As if he had finished saying everything he wanted to say, Wei Daomiao's hand on the man's clothes gradually loosened and he fell to the side of the bed. He closed his eyes slightly, the rise and fall of his chest slowly slowed down, and he completely lost his breath.

He maintained the bent position for a while, until Tang San's waist felt sore, he suddenly came back to his senses, got up and ran away from the class and walked quickly outside, staggering several steps and hanging by his side. With some blood on his hands, Tang San walked forward in a daze, unable to even hear others calling him, but in the end Tang Qin grabbed him.

Looking at Tang San in front of him with some worry, Tang Qin vaguely guessed what happened, but he hesitated for a long time, and finally asked softly: "Tang San...what happened?"

Looking up at the clear sky, Tang San didn't answer. He suddenly remembered the last words Wei Daomiao said in his ear.

——"...Third brother, some words...actually, you need to...listen to...the other way around..."

Pursing his lips, Tang Qin opened his mouth: "...Tang San, why...why are you crying?"

Did he cry?

Only then did Tang San realize that he had already burst into tears.

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Tang San buried Wei Daomiao in the 41 tombs of Wei Mansion alone, and then almost stayed in the room and refused to come out. Except for necessary life activities, he stayed with the door tightly closed for five months. .

However, what is supposed to come will always come. On the day when Tang San stepped out of the room for the first time except for eating, his secret study of Xuantian Baolu was exposed, but he remained calm and seemed to lead the Tang Sect along the way. The elders walked as usual and climbed all the way to the peak of Guijianchou.

Seventeen figures, including the leader, all the elders of the inner sect of the Tang sect gathered here. All of them had reached the realm of cultivation, but Tang San just watched quietly as these stern-faced elders came to him. In front of him, blocking his final way.

Putting down three Buddha Angry Tang Lotuses in front of him, Tang San raised his head and looked at the gloomy sky.

A Miao, I made the Angry Buddha Lotus. Have you seen it?

After a moment, Tang San suddenly took a deep breath and focused his gaze on Tang Da.

"I know that sneaking into the inner door and secretly learning my sect's secret knowledge is an unforgivable crime and is not tolerated by the sect's rules. But I swear to God that I will never expose my sect's secret knowledge. The secret book is hidden under the first brick in my door. .”

The elders didn't speak, they were still shocked by the appearance of Buddha's Fury Tang Lian, but Tang San didn't care about the elders' silence.

"Everything I have is given by the Tang Clan." Tang San used the Xuantian Kung Fu to shatter the clothes all over his body, "Come and go, the Buddha's Angry Tang Lotus is the last gift I left to the Tang Clan. ."

After saying this, Tang San took a few steps back and fell straight from the Guijianchou Peak. Tang Da finally reacted, but he couldn't stop him at all, so he could only watch Tang San fall.

The clouds and mist on the top of the mountain were still so thick. Feeling the moist water vapor, Tang San slowly closed his eyes, with a smile on his lips.

A Miao, I came to you to apologize.

Sighing deeply, Tang Da held up the three lotuses in front of him with trembling hands: "Tang San, Tang San, why are you doing this?"

"Brother." The second elder took a step forward, "Why do you feel sad for this traitor?"

Tang Da's eyes instantly turned cold, and his whole body was filled with chills. He glared at the second elder: "Who do you think is the traitor? Have you ever seen a traitor who would not escape after getting the highest secret book of our sect? Have you ever seen a traitor who would risk death? Mingzhi? Have you ever seen someone who possesses a peerless hidden weapon that can destroy any master of the Tang Clan but gives it to the Tang Clan as a last gift?"

"Tang San is not a traitor, he is the most outstanding genius in our sect in the past 200 years!"

The second elder was stunned: "But, he secretly learned this sect..."

"If you can also make Buddha's Wrath Tang Lotus, I won't care what you steal. Just now, we watched the Tang Sect's opportunity to be glorious again slip away before our eyes."

All the elders gathered around, their expressions were all complicated, some were confused, some were sad, some sighed, and most of them were regretful.

"You don't need to say anything. Send me an order to order all the disciples of our sect to go out. The ghosts will look for Tang San in sorrow. They want to see the person alive and the corpse after death!"

"At the same time, from this moment on, Tang San will be promoted to an inner disciple of our sect. If he is still alive, he will be the only heir to my position as head of the sect!"

"Yes, Master." All the elders bowed and obeyed.