My old enemy always likes to pull my furry ears

Wen Shang was taken aback for a moment, "This, this is my home."

"This is not your home, leave quickly!" Wei Qing didn't want to say any more nonsense, and directly issued the eviction order.

His eyes were full of disgust, he squinted slightly, and didn't look directly at it, as if he was afraid of seeing something unclean and evil.

"Wei Qing, you, what are you talking about?"

Wen Shang was puzzled, vaguely out of breath, pulled out an ugly smiling face with difficulty, and looked at the others.

They were either like Wei Qing, showing their disgust on the outside;

Wen Shang felt like he was in a black lake, and he was completely cold.

"Did I do something wrong?"

When he said this, the clear person in front of him shrouded in mist, and the three-question hut was instantly smashed, and Wen Shang fell into a more illusory realm again.

There, everyone spoke bad words to him, glared at him, accused him of having a bad spiritual root, three souls, and collaborating with evil ways. Not only did he lose San Wen's face, but Nan Yu's face was also lost.

The brothers and sisters who used to get along day and night always asked questions, their eyes were full of contempt and hatred.

There are constant voices in the ears, and they speak harshly.

Flicking past his eyes, it seemed to be lingering around him, speaking clearly in his ear.

"You really let me down...From now on...you are no longer a disciple of swordsmanship."

"It's a pity that I think you are a good brother, a good senior brother, you deceive me like this."

"Go away!"

"Shameless thing, it's shameful to conspire with the devil!"

……

Wen Shang shook his head... You guys are mistaken, I didn't... I didn't collude with evil ways.

"This is the last time I will call you brother, so I can do it myself."

No, I didn't, you should trust me.

what happened……

Wen Shang doesn't know what's wrong, why everyone treats him like a stranger, he has thousands of words stuck in his throat, shouting in his heart.

At this time, people from other spiritual systems broke into the space that originally belonged to the three questions, and they were all arrogant and sarcasm loudly.

"Our teachers can't tolerate people who bully their masters and destroy their ancestors and are willing to degenerate. Today we are ordered to expel you from Nanyu. From now on, there will be no such person as Wen Shang in Nanyu."

"Shameless, shame on Nanyu!"

"Human scum, you are a human being in vain!"

……

The ugly words passed from the left ear to the right ear, and reprimands and inquiries covered the hairpin hair. Gradually, Wen Shang listened to their words no longer aimed at him, but transferred to Jianshu by himself.

From being shameless in Wen Shang to obscene swordsmanship, the paper is so small that it is not on the table, and even a piece of shit falling into the pot is enough to prove that the pot is not good.

It ruined Nanyu's reputation and tarnished the reputation accumulated by the ancestors.

No entry, expulsion...

Xue Huan and other three-questioners waited amidst the wanton humiliation of wandering, soiled their clothes, poked their spines, and fell into the barren valley of being ridiculed.

At the beginning, Wen Shang felt that these were all misunderstood nonsense. Anyway, in the past few years, he has heard a lot of words that turned black and white, and jokes after dinner. on heart.

He is in harmony with Sanwen, he knows right from wrong, and Sanwen must also be reasonable. He never thought that one day he would be the opposite of Sanwen now, chewing on the words he scolded himself.

He shouldn't have believed it, but he was in a daze when he heard it. He felt that the mistake he made was real. Otherwise, you see, those people not only hurt themselves with wild words, but why they also used swordsmanship along with it.

Wen Shang asked himself, he can feel pain, he can listen to his heart, and he can mourn accordingly, so he regards dreams as his daily life, and there is no difference, and he is deeply involved in it.

Suddenly several spring and autumn, time flies.

He accepted here safely, became a guilty person, shackled his body, and was imprisoned/imprisoned in a dark cell in Nanyu for life.Every day, different people would come to humiliate him, and the punishments were changed, torturing the body and exhausting the mind.

They don't take themselves seriously, like animals.

Difficult day and night.

Wen Shang sincerely suffered the heart-pounding pain, and was reduced to a body under the sun and the moon, a rotten walking corpse with his eyes open.

There is no light on the top of his head, and he does not know the years, but it seems that decades have passed, and he has two gray hairs at the temples from black hair, his eyes are dull, and he is emaciated.

He has nothing to do but wait every day, waiting for those people to beat him up for fun, waiting for someone to whisper in his ears, waiting for the creaking cell door to open and close.

Waiting for the alternation of day and night like flowing water.

Waiting to live, waiting to die.

The long-term torture made Wen Shang's breath weaker and weaker. He lay in a small space, listening to his own heartbeat, and every beat seemed to tell him that there would be relief after there was no sound.

……

It was cramped, devouring the last bit of hustle and bustle outside.

In the dream, the Luoshui disciple who tormented him sat cross-legged next to his head, as if admiring flowers, with smiling eyes, gently rubbing the fine marks on his neck with his fingertips, squeezing the blood that was about to fall It was fuller, condensed to a certain extent, quickly slid over, and tremblingly dripped onto the ground.

There was a shock in the silent cell.

The thin mark on Wen Shang's neck brewed for a while, and formed a bright red drop of blood.

This one congealed very slowly, as if the blood in his body was almost used up.

"Wen Shang, no matter how smart a person is, if he dies because of it, that is another kind of stupidity."

"He won't die."

A sudden sound resounded in the narrow room, his eyes darkened suddenly, "Who!"

With a gust of cool wind, He Wangxun pushed open the blood-smelling prison cell. He pinched a person with each hand, as if he was holding two stalks of green onions, and it looked like paper, light and heavy.

He threw the person to the ground, and it turned into two rough paper figures on the ground.

"The paper figurine you cut is too fake, the eyeballs won't move."

Disciple Luoshui frowned and weighed it, only finding it troublesome and not worried.

"I thought you would have to wait at least a few days for your swordsmanship to find out that someone is dead. However, collecting a fresh corpse is my reward."

The people on the ground were motionless and didn't know how to breathe. The dried blood on the clothes and the messy and terrifying whip marks hurt He Wangxun's eyes.

He took a deep breath, lowered his voice and said in a deep voice, "How dare you hit him!"

Luoshui disciple was not afraid, pulled out his own whip, and challenged him directly: "How?"

After finishing speaking, the other end was silent for a few seconds, and then walked a few steps forward. There was no manic anger on He Fanxun's face. He was always gentle and refined, with a calm expression. In the eyes of outsiders, he was a scholarly and gentle gentleman.

But Clivia has thorns, which is very obvious. He stared at Luoshui disciple, and announced as usual: "You will pay for your life."

He Wangxun seldom fights, and usually he can withdraw his sword with only three moves. Looking at the young disciple who was pulled out of the sky, his nose is not his nose, and his eyes are not his eyes, he reckoned that he might be a little capable, so how could he think of a move? Without chopping the tail, the arrogance of this person was completely leaked.

The Luoshui disciple's right chin peeled off a small piece of skin, and half of his face was peeled off in the blink of an eye, forming a burnt red scar on his face.

He Wangxun looked at the sword in his hand, he was very puzzled, he probably didn't understand how the sharp blade can burn people like fire.

It seems that he didn't hurt him when he made the move.

"how is this possible……"

Disciple Luoshui covered his face in horror, and felt a stinging pain and flicked his hand away. At this moment, his neck also began to roll out like dead bark with red embroidered flesh.

His knees were limp, and he knelt down uncontrollably, his body was as soft as a plate of loose sand.

He hissed in pain, and tried in vain to activate the spiritual method in Dantian to save himself.

However, just like its owner, the spiritual method in the body was exhausted and unable to use its strength.

"Impossible, impossible..."

Luoshui disciple's eyes widened, filled with fear and disbelief, he tirelessly tried to summon the talisman, but it was always in vain.

His body was empty.

After trying many times, he finally gave up, but he couldn't resist the feeling of burning on his skin, fighting against death, falling on the dirt from a high place, he had tasted it before.Standing on the altar for a short time, it is still a casually disposable thing in the end.

"it is as expected……"

The disciple of Luoshui gritted his teeth and laughed at himself after speaking. It is undeniable that what Wen Shang said was correct. It is impossible for Chen Yu to cultivate a person who knows his secret. It is too unsafe.

Everything that is not good for him will die.

It was right to think about it, in front of Chen Yu, what was he?How could Chen Yu let others catch him? Following him was like seeing his own death.

He thought about it, laughed wildly, He Wangxun didn't know why he seemed to be insane, his skin rapidly decayed, and finally turned into burnt ashes, even his clothes disappeared, leaving only a human figure in place.

The pungent smell of burning paper remained in the air, and there was a strange smell that seemed to be fragrant but not fragrant.

……

He Wangxun secretly brought the man back to Sanwen. On the way, he felt Wen Shang's pulse after a long time before he felt a beating. He entered a room, did not let anyone lie down, and directly practiced kung fu to heal the injury.

He swaggered all the way, entered the room without closing the door, and slipped in a bunch of little tails.

Si Xia is the biggest follower, just now when he saw He Wangxun carrying Wen Shang on his back, he immediately dropped the destructive stick in his hand.After following, she found that Wen Shang's face was pale and lifeless, and immediately asked worriedly: "Twelve, what happened to Wen Shang, why did you carry him back?"

He Wangxun withdrew his spiritual method, said: "He was injured, someone wanted to kill him, Master guessed it, so let me go and have a look, but I was late."

The little girl's family has never experienced the death of a relative, and when she suddenly heard the word "wan", she thought that Wen Shang's oil was exhausted, and that there was no way to save her. Tears immediately rolled in her eyes, and almost knocked He Wangxun into a dizzy state.

"Senior Brother means that Senior Brother Wen was tortured before he went." Nan Xiao replied.

"It's from Luoshui, but the Luoshui boy who hurt Wen Shang is dead."

Si Xia: "Dead?! Twelve, did you kill him?"

He Wangxun shook his head: "I didn't meet him, he caught fire and burned himself to death."

"It's evil retribution." Jun An said, "I'm going to execute myself without telling Nanyu's public trial, I have a ghost in my heart."

"Chen Yu did it?"

"Who else is it if it's not him?" Wei Qing rarely interrupted.

On the bed, Wen Shang's eyes were closed like gauze, his lips were still bloodless, and the fine marks on his neck stood there with teeth and claws, not restrained.

All the voices were silent, Nan Xiaohui suddenly asked: "Wait, master asked Brother He to save people, where did he go?"

"And that rascal Li Chuan!" Si Xia shouted.