Master Xiao thinks about those years

The fists, kicks and insults were all crazy, Fu Nian fell to the ground and let others vent, his tall and straight body in the past was trampled under his feet, his pretended aloofness was finally torn apart, and he was humiliated into the dust.

There is always a moment of cessation in the continuous rainstorm. After a long time, people may have vented enough, or they may finally be tired from kicking, so they stopped cursing.

The crowd receded, and Fu Nian curled up, lying stiffly on the ground, like a smelly fish stranded on the beach.

The black clothes on his body were in tatters, mixed with blood, and saliva from people, from head to toe, filthy.

The spectators had their best time, and most of them left in gatherings and gatherings. Only the rest of the crowd stayed in place from beginning to end.

They are the ones who really have a blood feud with Fu Nian.

Qingyu seemed to feel insulted by seeing Fu Nian in such a state, with a solemn face, she had already turned her back.

Gu Changyan didn't mind. Not only did he watch people unleash their fists on Fu Nian, but when they left, he slowly walked towards the half-dead Fu Nian lying on the ground.

"Fu Nian, it's all like this, do you still have the ability to go up?"

With a soft voice, Gu Changyan bent his knees, crouched beside Fu Nian and said mockingly.

Fu Nian's eyebrows twitched, and a face that had been trampled in the fine sand slowly lifted up. After seeing clearly that the person in front of him was Gu Changyan, he bent and stretched his five fingers, and half-kneeled while supporting the ground.

Of course I have to go up, Mo Qing... is still up there.

If it was someone else, it would be difficult to move the body that was kicked to pieces.

But the talisman is different, he is the lord of the blood clan, and he is immortal.Even if his heart is pierced by thousands of arrows, as long as he is given a certain amount of time, the flesh and blood pierced by the sword will slowly heal.

His immortality is the gift of sin.

So now, not only did he use all his strength to get up, but he also bent his knees again and took a wobbly step forward.

There were slight ripples in Gu Changyan's cold eyes. He was just a provocation, but he didn't expect that Fu Nian could really get up again.

For a moment, he couldn't help wondering whether Fu Nian really wanted to make amends, or did he really care about the dead body next to the gatehouse?

There is no answer, just a fleeting guess.

Fu Nian knelt forward while propping up his broken body, with blood on his feet, his eyes were directed forward, and he didn't look at Gu Changyan again.

The sky was dim, Gu Changyan stood in the shadows wearing a blue robe, looked up at the distant sky, stared for a moment, then turned and left.

Seeing that Gu Changyan had left, the other disciples, Master Immortal, also left one after another.

After a while, all the people left, and he was the only one left on the bustling road just now.

The autumn wind is bleak.

In the bone-piercing coldness and death-like silence, Fu Nian knelt unwaveringly with every step.

No one walks with him, this is his own kneeling.

Time passed, the sky darkened, and night fell.

How long does it take to walk a distance of ten miles?Just a few hours, if you use your spiritual power, it's just a blink of an eye.

How long does it take to kneel down for ten miles?

Nobody knows.

After Shangyu's disciples finished their practice, they gathered in the school field to discuss.

"You said... when will this talisman come to my knees?"

A disciple blinked and opened his mouth curiously.

Mu Yi sneered: "With that broken appearance, wobbling like a tortoise, I don't think I might be able to kneel up for five days and five nights?"

"Hey, Senior Brother Mu, that's an exaggeration, not to mention five days...I guess, he needs at least three days."

"Three days is too little. He still has injuries all over his body. By the way, Senior Brother Shu, how many days do you think it will take?"

A disciple retorted, and by the way pushed Shu Yao who had been silent all the time.

After being pushed, Shu Yao raised his head, his cold eyes made everyone startled.

"I don't care if he kneels for a few days, it's best never to kneel!"

Sneering, throwing it down, Shu Yao walked forward with the sword in hand.The hem of the snow-white clothes fluttered, wrapping around fiercely.

Anyone could feel the monstrous anger, even killing intent, from these words and deeds.

"Brother Shu... what's going on?"

The disciple who spoke was stunned, still unable to figure out what was going on.

Mu Yi raised his hand, with an inexplicable smile on his face, and lightly patted the little disciple's shoulder with his left hand: "Tsk, don't forget, our Senior Brother Shu... has someone who killed his father with that talisman." Blood feud!"

As soon as the words came out, the disciple suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes lit up for a moment, and then they were filled with gloom again.

"Fu Nian killed Senior Brother Shu's Fu Nian, so doesn't Senior Brother Shu hate Fu Nian so much..."

The disciple muttered, and Mu Yifu smirked, with a bright smile on his face, as if he was saying: "Is there any need to ask? I'm afraid I'm bleeding from hatred."

As night falls, the sky is not very clear, and even the moonlight is just a faint shadow.

The road is dark, and if one does not hold a lamp, one has to feel and walk.

Fu Nian didn't have a lamp, and he couldn't walk, so he could only touch and kneel.

The birds are silent and the mountains are silent, and the night is long and the wind is blowing.

In the same long night, different people are doing different things in different places.

The long night breaks into dawn, and the dawn is twilight. When the owner of the farmer wakes up from his sleep, Fu Nian, the lord of the blood clan, finally kneels in front of Shangyu's gatehouse.

He knelt in the gentle rising sun, the sky behind him reflected the crimson clouds, bright and gorgeous, and the filth and corruption on his body seemed particularly glaring in comparison.

Kneeling from the bottom of the mountain to Shangyu, Fu Nian seemed to be rolling in the mud.A face was covered with blood, and a pair of hands were black.

Disciple Shang Yu, who had just finished the morning class, suddenly saw this filthy man at the door, all of them felt like they had seen a ghost.

Isn't it at least three days?Why did you kneel down overnight?

The disciples who were talking about Fu Nian in the school grounds were stunned, muttering in their mouths, pulling the brothers next to them to be amazed.

Fu Nian couldn't hear these sounds of astonishment, he was still dragging his body and kneeling forward, his eyes were fixed on the wooden frame that was about ten feet high, and on the blood-red man.

At the end of the long road, kneel to the finish line.

Mo Qing, I'm here...to pick you up.

So close, so close.

Can't wait to move, finally, only one step away.

His filthy hands wanted to touch the blood-red hem, but as soon as they reached into the air, a pair of snow-white silk shoes appeared in front of his eyes.The line of sight in front of him was suddenly blocked.

Fu Nian froze for a moment, followed the pair of snow-white silk shoes in front of him, and saw Shu Yao whose eyes were tearing apart.

"Step aside"

With chapped lips, Fu Nian looked at the person in front of him and uttered two words hoarsely.

Shu Yao didn't move, his eyes were fixed on the person in front of him, and the hands under the white sleeves were clenched tightly.

The Shangyu disciples who were watching knew that Shu Yao had a grudge against Fu Nian, so they all stopped and watched carefully, wondering what kind of impulse Shu Yao would make next.

The four eyes meet, the eyes are burning.

"boom"

With a sudden kick, Fu Nian's body was kicked to the ground, and he was thrown away a few feet away.

The surrounding disciples were all taken aback, their Senior Brother Shu Yao made a move.

"Fu Nian, I really want to kill you!"

The rage was raging, and Shu Yao standing in front of Fu Nian was crazy, his whole body trembling, he gritted his teeth and tried his best with every word he uttered.

Fu Nian had seen Shu Yao's angry face countless times, no, every time he met with Shu Yao, he fought against each other, but only this time, he was completely torn apart and extremely angry.

"How did you kill those people back then? How did you kill your brothers from the same sect? And you...how did you kill my father?!"

Shu Yao's words were like a knife dripping with blood, stabbing into Fu Nian's heart, making him unable to answer a word.

Fu Nian was shocked all over, raised his head with a little astonishment, and met Shu Yao's blood-red eyes.

There was a rumble in the brain, memories flooded, and Fu Nian remembered, as if... In front of Xu Merchant's door, Gu Changyan once mentioned that he was Shu Yao's father-killing enemy.

But after living for so many years, Fu Nian's hands were stained with countless blood, how could he remember who is Shu Yao's father?

"I don't remember, I killed a lot of people, I don't remember."

With a gentle voice, Fu Nian answered truthfully.

"Fart! How can you not remember! How can you not remember!"

Shu Yao roared, grabbed the person in front of him, and began to punch and kick.

"Then just stab me."

In the angry voice, a calm voice suddenly sounded.

Shu Yao suddenly stopped: "What did you say?"

"If I could die, I would have died long ago. But I can't die, so I can only ask you...to stab me in the chest."

Fu Nian tremblingly got up from the ground and looked at the person in front of him.

He said seriously, "Shu Yao, I... I'm sorry for you."

Soft voice, for the first time he didn't call him "mad dog"

For a moment, Shu Yao was in a daze, and after a while, a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth: "You said it yourself."

"Yes, I said it myself."

"it is good"

Five fingers bent, and the long sword appeared in Shu Yao's hand.

The person holding the sword looked at the rune, raised his chin slightly, and stabbed the chest of the person in front of him with [-] points of ruthlessness.

The sharp blade pierced into the heart, and the sharpness was wrapped in flesh and blood.

The excruciating pain spread to all limbs in an instant.One after another, the pain is in the flesh and blood, and the pain is in the bone marrow.

At the same time, a faint white light flashed on his chest.

That was the flower-twisting spell that Yan Chen bestowed on him back then.Stored in my heart by the talisman, there are four words on it: auspicious deeds and deeds.

And at this moment, the four characters on the spell finally split and shattered.