Cultivate the evil ways of the world

Suffering and suffering day and night, hundreds of people on and off Tibetan Mountain have no hope of revival.

Wei Changze and Shao Riwan lived in Zangming Mountain.

On November 23, the Tianji Sect discussed matters. On the 22nd, people from the Tianji Sect ten miles away came.

Arrogantly gathered dozens of well-known sword cultivators, probably summoned back from various places, Xiao Daotong couldn't stop him, and ran to find Huang Minggong in a hurry.

An extremely handsome young man stood up. His eyebrows were straight, his skin was plump and smooth, and his hair was neatly coiled up and tied with a hosta. Although he was also dressed in white, he had a completely different temperament from Shao Riwan. He was neat and conservative. , looking at the sharp edges and corners, but Shao Riwan is like a gentle but romantic son-in-law.

The young Jianxiu said: "Is there someone in charge?"

Huang Minggong was discussing matters with Wei Changze in the hall, he rushed out after hearing the commotion, and saw this group of people walking in.

The young Jianxiu said: "Are you in charge?"

Huang Minggong said coldly: "A real person is very polite, so he broke into other people's sect."

A man behind him continued: "Don't be ignorant of good and evil, we are here this time to perform the last courtesy."

Huang Minggong said indifferently: "What is the so-called matter, you might as well say it directly."

Wei Changze came out after him, stood on the steps, glanced at the people below, and suddenly paused.

The man said: "The situation of Tianjimen's discussion has been decided. If you plead guilty today and put the charge on you, then this matter will be forgotten, and you don't have to bear a bad name for future cultivation."

Huang Minggong's veins were bulging and he was about to speak when the young sword repairman suddenly said, "Wei Changze."

Without avoiding it, Wei Changze met his gaze directly: "Jiang Bixin." His hands behind his back were stretched bluish white.

Jiang Bixin appeared.

In this book, even if Wei Changze forgets all the characters in the plot after a long time because of time travel, he still can't forget Jiang Bixin, the person who finally killed him and hung his body on the city gate for three days.

What's more, the two of them have a deep hatred.

Jiang Bixin is the son of Jiang Du, a speech officer, and Wei Changze is the son of Wei Guangyan, the emperor's younger brother and military general. Guangyan, Guangyan, and Guangyan are the names of the monarch. However, Wei Guangyan lost and handed over the throne to his concubine's brother.

Jiang Bixin and Wei Changze were born in the same year and month.

Sixteen years later, Jiang Duyi played a book to join Wei Guangyan.

The royal family was ruthless, Wei Changze left the house, and his mother became a prisoner.

There are too many mysteries, grievances, and variables, and the complicated context binds them together. At the same time, they are young and full of fame, but one ends up in the sky and the other falls to the ground.

Jiang Bi said: "Long time no see."

Wei Changze said flatly, "Yes."

The man who spoke just now asked, "Do you know this person?"

Jiang Bi said: "I am an old friend."

Wei Changze tasted these words carefully, and there were thousands of words in his mouth, but he held back when he reached the tip of his tongue, and only remained silent.

People are always silent in the end, whether it is a great fortune, a thorough understanding, or too much hatred, they are just silent in the end.

Jiang Bi said: "Where have you been all these years since you left the Wei Mansion?"

Wei Changze smirked, and said unrulyly, "Don't you know?"

Jiang Bixin frowned slightly, even so he was still good-looking and kind, and asked, "What do you mean by that?"

Wei Changze was uninterested, and just said: "I have an appointment with Zangmingshan, let's talk about something serious."

Jiang Bixin said softly: "You still can't get out?"

Wei Changze sneered, and said to the rest of the people: "Tibetan Mountain is not convinced. You can't talk nonsense just by opening your mouth in this world. If a rabbit bites when it's in a hurry, how can a seven-foot man allow you to squeeze it like this!"

Jiang Bixin said to the people behind him: "You go first, I have something to discuss with Brother Wei in detail."

Wei Changze suddenly calmed down, and said flatly: "Why is this so, don't you just want to expose my background in front of everyone?"

Jiang Bi said: "Brother Wei!"

"Brother Wei," Jiang Bidao said, "You and I are not enemies."

Wei Changze looked at him coldly.

Huang Minggong saw that something was wrong, and said: "Everyone, please go back, you are not welcome at the famous Tibetan mountain!"

Jiang Bidao: "Why are you with these people now? Brother Wei, how did you and my brother become like this?"

Shao Riwan's voice suddenly came from the door: "Who are you with?"

He walked over step by step, looked at Jiang Bidao: "May I ask who are you talking about?"

Jiang Bixin was stunned for a moment, and said, "I made a slip of the tongue."

Shao Riwan stood next to Wei Changze and shook his sleeves, looking at everyone.

Jiang Bixin was silent for a moment, then suddenly turned around and left.

The people behind him were stunned for a moment, then followed him closely and left the Tibetan name mountain.

Wei Changze's body was tense, and he didn't relax until these people left. Shao Riwan patted him on the shoulder lightly, and he woke up suddenly, and the deepness in his eyes was instantly dispelled.

Shao Riwan said: "I forgot, it's time for Jiang Bixin to appear."

Wei Changze immediately returned to his usual unscrupulous look, and said, "Fuck his grandma, what the hell is going on with him."

Shao Riwan: "How are you going?"

Wei Changze just said, "Why did you come out with such little clothes on?"

Shao Riwan laughed angrily, "Let's talk about the business, little brother."

Wei Changze stretched out his hand to tighten the rabbit fur of his cloak around his neck, and said softly, "Wait for me tonight, I have something to tell you."

After noon, the sun was warm, and the snow dripped down along the ice edge. The ground was mixed with muddy water and unmelted snow. Shao Riwan leaned on the window and looked at it. Not consistent, always seems a bit bleak.

It was a rare fine weather, and he was holding a small hand stove to simmer, and it was rare that he was in a leisurely mood, thinking about something on his mind.

It's not a big deal, but there are always things that can't be let go in my heart.

There is a practice field on Tibetan Mountain, 50 meters long and wide, the ground is covered with white mud, and there are [-] or [-] people shaking their fists, shouting and gesticulating.

Wei Changze was passing by and stood at the end to take a look.

Huang Minggong also mixed in the crowd and waved and drank. These people were full of spirit, and they never let up at any time.

Lines were separated like mountains, Wei Changze couldn't see any way, and he didn't intend to meddle in other things, he turned around and was about to leave, but suddenly he was seen by the person standing at the end, who immediately stood up and saluted: "Xianjun."

Huang Minggong turned his head, walked over and said, "What do you want?"

Wei Changze had nothing to do, and said casually, "Don't worry about me."

Huang Minggong said with a foolish smile, "I'll make Xianjun laugh at you."

"No," Wei Changze said, "I don't understand."

Huang Minggong scratched his hair and said, "Brothers plan to practice here again, maybe we won't have this chance in the future."

Wei Changze paused, but still didn't say anything.

Huang Minggong said: "No matter what, thank you for your help."

Wei Changze glanced at the people behind him, and suddenly asked, "Are you all familiar with your internal skills?"

A high platform was erected on the training ground. Wei Changze sat on it and crossed his arms in a pose. The whole body was poured with zhenqi, and it was shaken out. He said: "If you want to extricate yourself, there are only two ways. Think more and practice hard. .”

Wei Changze's eyes swept over everyone, his expression was flat, "The biggest gap between people is in the head. The so-called talent is nothing more than that. Practicing kung fu is not a blind practice. You have to learn to think first."

"Sometimes the opportunity for a breakthrough is just a word."

As soon as he said this, he suddenly thought of Shao Riwan's painstaking efforts to force him to carry water and practice kung fu that day, and the corners of his mouth slightly hooked.

Shao Riwan leaned against the window, feeling a little sleepy, lying on the small table with the stove simmering, and the snow outside the window 'tick-tick' fell, hitting the ground and blooming in small sprays.

Wei Changze's voice was not loud, but it fell clearly in everyone's ears, "Inner strength and mentality are nothing more than strengthening the foundation and practicing Qi. Don't stick to what everyone says. The first is to meditate, and the second is to concentrate. Think of zhenqi as a part of the body, like your arms, your hands, your legs, if you are strong, your zhenqi is also strong, you do not exist independently."

As he spoke, he shook his sleeves, and a burst of awe-inspiring aura spurted out and merged into the heavenly spirit caps of the crowd.

Wei Changze said, "It's now!"

On the training field of Tibetan Name Mountain, nearly a hundred martial arts practitioners meditated deeply, following Wei Changze's rhythm step by step. After sitting for two hours, the originally bright sky gradually darkened.

It wasn't until the night wind hit everyone that they could not see their fingers, that day was counted as the end.

Huang Minggong thanked him a lot, Wei Changze just waved his hand and said that there is no need to turn around and leave. When he reached the intersection, he hesitated, turned his feet, and walked to another road.

The night wind was silent, and the muddy water on the ground was also frozen. There was a 'rustling' sound when his footsteps stepped on it, and he stopped suddenly.

Jiang Bixin came out, his white clothes stood out in the darkness.

Wei Changze turned his hands away and looked at him calmly in the darkness.

Jiang Bidao said, "You shouldn't be in this muddy water."

Wei Changze: "You shouldn't bother me."

An ice ridge outside the window suddenly fell, and fell to the ground with a 'click' sound. Shao Riwan suddenly woke up, looked out the window, and vaguely saw a figure, and said vaguely: "Nagaze?"

Wei Changze glanced at the courtyard, and said to Jiang Bi, "What else is there?"

Jiang Bidao said: "Your life experience cannot be hidden, and someone will recognize you tomorrow, and all the years of forbearance will be burned."

Wei Changze was really upset, and didn't want to waste any more time with him, so he said directly: "I have already lost, you and I are born on the wrong side, there is no need to make a gesture of harmony, we just need to be strangers when we meet in the future, Everyone is calm."

In the book, Jiang Bixin is a typical character blessed by the protagonist's halo. Wei Guangzheng, in his heart, is probably also against Wei Changze, but his face is still kind. He has hardly experienced any suffering in his life, and his so-called experience is not comparable to that of Wei Changze. Well, he was already ambitious and wanted to take care of everything, but he was waiting for others to hand over the fame and fortune into his own hands.

On the face is still aloof.

He and Wei Changze are two extremes. Wei Changze's temperament is harsh and aggressive. Everything he wants is on the surface. He has suffered all his life and put it bloody in front of everyone. His ambition is He was forced out, but people only saw his ambition.

And Jiang Bixin is reserved, restrained, and lofty. He is the author's darling. He is separated from words. Jiang Bixin is a living person. People are complicated. There is no absolute evil person. Similarly, there is no absolute good person. .

Jiang Bidao: "Are you still jealous of me?"

Wei Changze sneered, "There really isn't one."