Did you know you were wrong

Jin Qiu's thoughts were extremely chaotic, he shuttled between Yezhou, Diqiu, and Daze. He knelt on the ground, and Jin Hou Zaichang stood in front of him. He died, but he appeared in Daze for some reason, saying that he did not obey the etiquette and harmed others.

There was a lot of blood on his body, his mother stood beside his father, looked at him, and said: "The injury will be healed soon, self-cultivation is about character, you can't bear any suffering, how can you take care of the Jin family."

He didn't want to suffer, so Jin Bai stood behind his parents with a stern face, secretly gave him a look, and told him to bear it.

But this look was noticed by his parents, so Jin Bai knelt down with him.

Later, Jin Bai was gone, and the blood on his body became heavier again.

The father who bound him with etiquette and taught him the way of the world is also gone.

"I don't know what other people's mothers are like. My mother has never cooked, never sewed, and never treated me tenderly. She is just like my father. She only taught me manners. When I was sick, she told me to endure. They all Tell me to endure." He spoke to Jin Shuo in the thatched hut, after the age of three or five, he never ate again, and the disciples of the Jin family were no longer allowed to eat after they could fast.Over the years, he had long forgotten the taste of rice. He only smelled it on the road, but never tasted it.

But even when he was not bigu, his mother never cooked for him.

But when he suffered outside, he still thought of his mother.It's just that most of the time he is awakened by his father's etiquette.

Jin Huo held the rice bowl in his hand, picked up the vegetables with chopsticks, and fed them to his mouth.

He couldn't remember Jin Jue's face, he only knew that he was cold and warm.

"I'll cook for you, but there's no need to sew clothes, just buy them when they're broken."

"Yeah." He nodded, trying to look at Jin Shu's face.

But he felt a pain in his abdomen, and when he regained consciousness for a moment, he saw King Yin's face, and before he had time to think about anything else, he fell into an endless dream again.

It’s just that Jin Jue in the dream had a face, and he looked like King Yin. This time, Jin Jue’s body was bleeding gradually, and when he was being fed, there was a piece of flesh and blood in the bowl, and the food smelled fishy. He looked down. , is a living beating heart.

"Eat it, it's for you alone, don't you want it." Jin Jue forced it into his mouth with a gloomy face.

His breathing became more and more rapid, Jin Qiu couldn't regain his consciousness, but he already knew that Jin Huan was fake, Bai Song was even more fake, everything was Yin Wang, the Yin Wang who lost his memory.

A cold wind blew from Xie Palace, causing the water on the river surface to sway abnormally.

King Yin stood and looked at Jin Qiu, his brows became more and more frowning.

"Your Majesty, he won't wake up for a while."

"I don't know, I'm just thinking about what he saw."

Jin Chou's expression was very distorted. When King Yin was with him before, he had never seen such horror on his face.

"People who do too many evil things have this look. Your Majesty has nothing to worry about. Those who can fall into the dance of the mulberry forest have dirty hearts. He deceives the world and puts the way in his mouth all day long. But the one who does the most evil deeds deserves to suffer.”

"Gu Wei does not allow you to speak." Yin Wang said.

The monk who spoke stepped back, but if he didn't speak, the other monks would also say that they all looked at King Yin.

All Yin people do not like Jin Qiu.

"My lord, the news that the immortal cultivator will be arranged in three days has spread to the world. The world will gather in the Buzhou Mountains in three days and wait for the return of the cultivator."

"The war has stopped? How do those people express it?" Yin Wang said with a cold face, he was looking forward to seeing the expressions of the people who found out that he had been deceived, and even more hopeful to see their expressions of despair.

But compared to the despair of the world, he prefers to see Jin Qiu's despair.

Just as desperate as he was back then.

"The war has stopped, and the monks from all over the place are celebrating. They said that they will bring as many people as possible to the Buzhou Mountains, and Yindi will also help them."

King Yin understood, he raised his hand to draw a water mirror, and looked at the jubilant crowd in the mirror and shouted.

"Immortal Chongxiu is not dead! He just lost his mana back then, but now he has regained his mana. The head of Qi and Wei will be defeated, and the world will never be in chaos again!"

"The head of the Wei family is really hateful. He wanted to seize the world in the name of an immortal, and made the world more and more chaotic. Now that he is here, there is an immortal, let's see how he is still rampant!"

"I must go to the Buzhou Mountains to watch these villains being tortured. Go faster and don't drag me down. I won't be able to see this grand event by then!"

"Is this really true? The world will return to peace in just one day? Pinch me quickly, I always feel that it is not true." The monk in the water mirror stretched out his hand, was pinched, and opened his eyes. The mouth screamed strangely, and burst into tears again, "Great, great, the immortal is back, he can be considered to be back, well, I knew it was better for the immortal to be here, if he is gone, the world will be in chaos. God damn it, how could they do it!"

"Don't cry! There will be good days in the future, and I don't think that the etiquette of immortals is too many and complicated. Such etiquette can't restrain bad people, let alone say no."

"..."

People were crying and laughing, many were speechless, too many felt it wasn't real, too many were crying themselves out and waking up laughing.

King Yin frowned, watching the joy of those people in front of the water mirror.

All Yin's monks had straight faces, holding swords in their hands, and their waists were extremely straight.The wind in front of Xie Palace blew their black clothes, making them look like a group of vengeful people who came in the dark.

"Aren't they ridiculous?" someone asked.

It was Jin Qiu who was lying on the ground. He woke up at some point and looked at the water mirror. Of course it wasn't the Yin people who were ridiculous, but only those monks who were about to find out that they had been cheated.

"It's really ridiculous." King Yin magnified the water mirror to show the joy on the faces of those people more clearly.

"I always thought they were ridiculous. When I dealt with you before, I used some small favors to draw the hearts of these people into my own hands. In the past 6000 years, I didn't teach them much, but they praised me very highly. I don't know What am I doing behind my back, I don’t know what’s behind the peace, there’s some dirty blood.”

Jin Chou tried to prop up his body, his fingers trembled, he became dizzy for a while, he couldn't exert any mana, he could only feel that the mana had not been lost, but felt that the mana in his body didn't belong to him, and he couldn't mobilize it at all.

Facing the cold eyes of Yin people, he found that the three drops of blood on the ground gradually turned into four drops, five drops, and more and more.

Not having the strength to touch his face, Jin Chou gave his fingertips the last strength to prop up his upper body, but just as he was about to stabilize, he was kicked viciously by King Yin.

"Gu Xu, have you stood up yet?"

"No." He lay on the ground panting.

All the monks in Yindi looked at the ugly face of Immortal Chongxiu, but Immortal Chongxiu himself was very calm, his face was still solemn, but there was some blood.

The blood flowing from the seven orifices seeped to the ground, Jin Chou's head hurt, and endless illusions flashed in his mind all the time, his mind seemed to explode, but his face was calm and not very scared. Three days later, the world It all depends on his ugliness, today's encounter is nothing.

King Yin has always been kind to him and will not let him die.

"Can you come here? I can't see your face." He said to King Yin.

King Yin looked at the blood in his eyes, "You can't see my face, so what can you see?"

"Blood" Jin Chou said, he could only see blood, it was obviously left from his own eyes, but it became everyone's blood deep in his heart.

King Yin raised his leg and put his foot on Jin Qiu's throat.

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"Do you know what spell you have been cast on?" King Yin asked.

King Yin stepped on Jin Chou's throat and couldn't breathe, so he grabbed King Yin's leg with his hands. He was very familiar with this leg and touched every part of it. Now that he was injured, he touched this leg My heart gradually sank, "Sanglin Zhiwu, I heard what you and your subordinates said, what is Sanglinzhiwu?"

"The dance that confuses people's hearts, don't you like ritual music. Ritual music should also be accompanied by dance, I came up with it for you."

"I don't like dancing, and I haven't seen dancing at all. I just feel like I can't do it all of a sudden. I'm so flustered that I think about a lot of things I shouldn't think about." Jin Qiu clenched King Yin's clothes tightly, feeling the temperature under the cloth, and closed his eyes. Eyes, he didn't have much strength to open them.

"The dance began when you stepped down from Xie Palace," Yin Wang said.

Jin Qiu gave a soft "hmm", and gradually he couldn't feel the warmth of King Yin, "When did you come up with the trick?"

"A long time ago, it has not been used for you."

"Don't use it in the future, I saw many people and things."

King Yin frowned, he could guess what was going on, the dance of the mulberry forest could trigger the most undesired scene in people's hearts, and there were many things that Jin Qiu did not want to see.

People with shallower Chinese skills can see the traces of Sanglin Zhiwu. Jin Qiu didn't even see Wu, so I'm afraid his Chinese skills are quite deep.

"Open your eyes." He said to Jin Qiu.

Jin Chou grabbed onto his clothes, his eyelids moved slightly, but the next moment he passed out, and a lot of blood gushed out of his mouth.

King Yin was stunned.

"Your Majesty, you don't need to worry, he won't die." Brother Yindi said.

Yin Wang lightly probed Jin Qiu's pulse, and felt a disorder.

"He really can't die." The voice did not belong to the monk Yindi.

Except for King Yin, all the monks present seemed to be frozen, they couldn't perceive everything, and Hunyuan sat on the ground, imitating King Yin, touching Jin Qiu's other wrist.

He was really just touching, and didn't look like he was feeling his pulse, but what the sky said, even if it was false, would become true.

King Yin's expression was very indifferent. He looked at Hunyuan, pulled Jinchou's arm out of Hunyuan's hand, and hugged Jinchou himself.

"Don't be so disgusted, he's closer to me, it's good for recovery. Why do you think of using the dance of the mulberry forest to deal with him? You really understand his weakness."

"You want to save him?"

"Don't save me, what am I doing among you, whether you want to kill him or do something else to him, I don't care."

"You don't need him to be your lackey."

"I didn't treat him as a running dog. It was not easy to find someone like him. If he died, I would be really embarrassed."

"What will you do if you are in trouble?"

"Nothing, I'm busy creating another self, I don't have the energy to take care of your affairs, I don't want to show up if the sky turns up."

Hunyuan looked at Jin Qiu with a bitter face.

He thoroughly understands one thing, no one in the world will treat him well, no one will believe him, the sky is the sky that people think of, but it is not him.