Master Xiao thinks about those years

The confession of the devil is very interesting. Regardless of the authenticity of this "confession", just savoring the fun of flaunting power and humiliation into the dust is enough to make people crazy.

As soon as Fu Nian reached the entrance of the Ten Mile Wind and Rain Corridor, a group of white-clothed disciples followed from afar.And behind the green trees, there are still pairs of prying eyes.

The owners of these eyes are all the townspeople and villagers near the foot of Shangyu Mountain.

They have been familiar with the "notoriety" of Fu Nian for a long time, but they have never seen the real face of Fu Nian. When they heard the news that Fu Nian was going to kneel all over the ten-mile wind and rain corridor, they couldn't hold back their curiosity and ran over.

Under the old old tree, stood a man with disheveled hair and dirty clothes.

There was silence on the man's face, his beautiful peach eyes were deep and deep, and he looked forward to see the mottled covered bridge stretching upwards.To the left is the contemptuous exploration of Shangyu's disciples, to the right is the curiosity and fear of the villagers, and in the future...

Without a future, he never had a way out.

Fu Nian stood, facing the mottled corridor bridge in front of him, and lowered his unruly head.

In full view, he finally folded his knees, stepped over countless bloody knees, and knelt down.

Kneel down to fight the dust, kneel down to punish.

This kneeling is the beast pulling out its minions, the coward summoning up courage, and shame overcoming fear.

The cloudy sky covered the night, and the gloomy wind stirred up the forest waves.

It is cold in mid-autumn.

The curiosity of the bystanders has been suppressed, replaced by boundless astonishment.

"This devil...knelt down..."

"Is it vertigo? Or is this demon playing some trick?"

"Who knows? It's broken like this, what's the use of kneeling?"

Amidst the divergent opinions, Fu Nian's complexion was calm, Taohua's eyes were not swaying, and the sword eyebrows that entered the temples lost their sharpness.

Amid the astonishment of everyone, he moved his bent knees bit by bit, his hard knee bones crushed the board, and moved forward.

"It's really... a crime..."

Qingyu looked at the people kneeling on the bridge and shook her head and smiled wryly. His sigh was very thin and light, but Gu Changyan heard it, and the slight sigh entered his ears. His five fingers hidden in his sleeves were tightly clenched into fists, tightly The fingertips were slightly whitish.

It seems to be forbearing.

Moving one step at a time, the progress was slow, and after a while, Fu Nian only knelt halfway to the first covered bridge.

The bystanders saw that Fu Nian was really kneeling down seriously, and he didn't play any tricks.The astonishment in their chests gradually calmed down, and turned into contempt.

The devil's plea is surprising at first.

But after that surprise, the resentment and disgust that have been accumulated for a long time will occupy their chests.

How can Fu Nian deserve to plead guilty?

He is the devil of the blood clan.The blood race is vicious, how many people's blood is on his hands?

Gu Changyan seemed to sense the direction of people's hearts, so the forbearance in his eyes dissipated, his eyebrows raised, and he showed the unique demeanor of the sect leader: "Fu Nian killed fellow sects and created Ye Xing Yuan, a heinous crime, today I kneel down The ten-mile long corridor, everyone can attack, if the talisman rebels, I will protect everyone!"

Awe-inspiring words.

As soon as the words fell, the eyes of the bystanders lit up immediately.

Who wouldn't be excited to be able to defeat the devil with his own hands?

But they still didn't dare, what if the devil got angry and jumped into a rage?

Just as he was hesitating, a shiny dagger suddenly flew out of Gu Changyan's sleeve, and the dagger quickly moved forward.

At that time, Fu Nian had almost knelt down to the end of the Ten Mile Wind and Rain Corridor, and the dagger seemed to have half an eye, and when it reached the Wind and Wind Corridor, it lowered quickly and stabbed fiercely into the back of Fu Nian.

Accompanied by the sound of the sharp blade piercing into the flesh and blood, Fu Nian's straight back trembled like a reed swaying in the wind. He swayed slightly, but never bent.

is painful.

In the tattered sleeves, Fu Nian stretched out his sharp fingers, but his expression was calm.

He didn't look back, and didn't care who stabbed the dagger.The left is nothing but... just to collect debts.

"Master, you—"

Looking at the dagger, Qingyu opened her mouth in surprise, but was stunned by Gu Changyan's cold eyes halfway through her speech.

"What's the matter? This bastard, Fu Nian, can't die. I'm just trying to get back some of the palace way for those disciples who died!"

With a calm tone, Qingyu looked at the person at the end of the corridor, her throat moved, and she finally closed her mouth.

Gu Changyan was right, this knife was nothing compared to the crimes committed by Fu Nian.

The scorching blood stained and spread, and the ink-colored clothes covering Fu Nian's back deepened again.

Gu Changyan stared, but after a moment, he waved his sleeves and used spiritual power to pull out the dagger from Fu Nian's back.The sharp blade pierced into the flesh, and if it was to be peeled off, it would be another burst of cutting pain.

With a "bang", the dagger fell to the ground and fell into the eyes of everyone.

The tip of the knife, which was stained with bright red blood, seemed to be still steaming.

Gu Changyan's actions set an example for them. Seeing that Fu Nian did not fight back, the villagers and townspeople were a little ready to move.

There is always a bold one in a group of people. For example, now, Fu Nian knelt on the ground obediently with bloodstains, and a young man in blue cloth jumped out from the luxuriant bushes.

"Everyone! What are you waiting for! My elder brother was a monk of Shangyu back then, but he was killed by that bastard Fu Nian! I must seek justice today!"

The young man's hatred and disgust were exhausted. He suddenly picked up a rock on the ground, threw his arm, and ruthlessly smashed it at the person at the end of the corridor.

With a "bang", Fu Nian's blood-stained back hit the stone.

He was immortal, but the knife wound on his back didn't heal so fast after all, and he was hit by a rock again, and his whole body couldn't help trembling.

However, it was only a tremor. After a slight bump in his body, Fu Nian walked out of the first covered bridge and came to the ground covered with fine sand.

The corridor bridge is made of wood, and people will only feel hard and cold when kneeling on it, but when kneeling on the fine sand, the knees have to bear the sharp pain caused by the edges and corners of the fine sand.

It's still moving step by step, still moving and kneeling.

Fu Nian's face was calm, and his obsidian-like eyes shone with determination.

It doesn't matter, these are what he should suffer.Besides, beside the gatehouse of Shangyu, there was a man in red clothes waiting for him.

His Moqing is waiting for him.

"Everyone! What are you waiting for!"

The outcry rose, and the madness was ignited.

After the youth's stone passed, more and more stones and blocks of wood were thrown at the runes.

"He is unpardonable!"

"He deserves it!"

"Such a person actually has the face to kneel!"

Noisy, shouting, like birds vying for food, people are becoming more and more reckless, and their words are becoming more and more carefree.

"What is a talisman? It's just a murderous maniac!"

"Heh, now this murderous maniac is actually coming to kneel!"

"My lord, I'll let you know how great you are today!"

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There was a lot of noise, Fu Nian knelt in disdain, and more and more sharp objects hit his head, his back, his shoulders...

In fact, there are not many of these noisy people who have blood feuds with Fu Nian. Fu Nian's massacre was only from the same family as Shangyu, and he has no direct connection with the common people.

They were only bewitched by justice, enhanced by the atmosphere, or they wanted to taste the pleasure of being above the devil, so they numbly threw out the stones and blocks in their hands.

Pain of different weights rained down. It was difficult for a person to move forward under such constant smashing, but the talisman could.He even felt pleasure in the torture of this body.

Six years of embarrassment seemed to be paid off.

After six years, he, a coward, finally stood up to the people's spurning.

This long-lost... repayment.

The contemptuous words turned into sharp knives and pierced into his flesh and blood, and the tearing pain brought him joy.

Crazy yelling, someone stepped forward and tentatively kicked Fu Nian.

With that kick on his back, Fu Nian was caught off guard, his whole body suddenly leaned forward, his head rested on the ground covered with sharp fine stones, dense pain hit his entire face.

He struggled, trying to get up.

With both hands struggling to support the ground, just as his back was bowed, he was suddenly kicked into the dust again.

"Damn it! You are worthy of kneeling?!"

Grinding his teeth and sucking blood, more and more people gathered around and began to punch and kick Fu Nian.

"Fu Nian, you killed so many people, why don't you die?!"

"No matter how much you kneel down, you still can't wash off the blood stained on your hands!"

"Go to die! Why don't you go to die!"

…………

Words are knives, fists are blades.

Stabbing one blade at a time, Fu Nian trembled in pain, almost convulsed in pain.

But he smiled, and a smile appeared on the corner of his lips. This smile rippled on his face, and finally turned into a crazy smile.

"Fu Nian, you deserve it!"

"Fu Nian! Why don't you die?!"

…………

Why not die?How I want to die.

But hell won’t take me in, what should I do?

I am a person who hates hell, what should I do?

The wind was howling, the sky was dark, and he fell into the shadows, answering himself.