The teacher is a fish

It turned out that this was the case. After Jiang Shuyin learned of her life experience and the cause of her parents' death, she was in great pain.He went to Qiandaomen alone to seek revenge, but was hit twice again—the many fairy heads who were once loyal to his father had already changed their hearts.

They said: "Jiang Ziyan is indeed a hero, but it's a pity that he trusts Feng Rong too much. Do you know how deep your father's suspicions are and how deep the city is? Ordinary people can't get close to him, and he is so strong and domineering." It can be said that Feng Rong is invincible. Even Feng Rong in the past set up many combo attacks to trap him. I often wonder, when your father knew the truth, would he feel that he was against this good brother? Disappointed."

Although Jiang Shuyin was formidable, he fought alone in the end and was imprisoned in the dungeon by Feng Rong and others.

Someone was hesitant and thought for a long time before saying to Feng Rong: "Now Jiang Shuyin is the disciple of Lord Qianyang. If he is imprisoned, I'm afraid it will be difficult for Lord Qianyang to explain when he comes back."

Feng Rong sneered: "Only people from Qiandaomen know about this matter. In this matter, we are all grasshoppers on the same rope, so we all have the same tongue. As long as we don't talk about it, who will tell us?" Can you know? By the way, let people arrest the group of disciples he brought without leaving behind. If Qianyang Zun asks about it, he will say that Jiang Fengzhu is young but has a whole body of chivalry, and he knows Canghai City. The common people are in dire straits, and they came here to get rid of the ghosts who caused the mischief. Unexpectedly, one of them was killed by the ghosts. To avenge Peak Master Jiang."

When all the subordinates heard this, they all beamed with joy, and flattered: "High! This move is indeed high, killing two birds with one stone! Maybe Qianyang Zun will thank Qiandaomen. At that time, in this chaotic world, Maybe Falling Cloud Mountain can become our strong backing."

Feng Rong smiled lazily: "It's good to know, you have my good nephew locked up in the torture room alone."

"Nephew?" The subordinates were taken aback.

Turning the emerald green finger on his thumb, Feng Rong seemed to be in a good mood: "His father and I are good brothers, so he can afford to call me uncle."

Everyone understood instantly, and they were all gearing up: "You plan to lock him in the torture room alone, but you want to torture him?"

Silently glancing at the people around him, Feng Rong proudly said: "You are not allowed to touch a hair on him." Everyone was puzzled and frowned in wonder, Feng Rong raised his sharp chin slightly, and a look of jealousy flashed in his eyes. Guang: "I couldn't step on his father before, but now that Jiang Ziyan has a son, it's the same to torture him."

Sure enough, a group of subordinates turned Jiang Shuyin into the execution room, and tied him to the torture rack with thick and cold iron chains.

Jiang Shuyin was hit repeatedly and was already powerless to resist. He could only be physically and mentally exhausted and tied to the torture rack by them, with his head bowed deeply, like a "bereaved dog".

After being starved for two days, the torture room that had been closed for two days was finally opened, and the dazzling sunlight seeped in from the door, shining on Jiang Shuyin's body.

In his exhaustion, he opened his eyes slightly, only to see a handsome and mean man in purple clothes standing in the dazzling light.He is slender, with his head raised slightly, and his hands behind his hands proudly.There was a cold smile on the corner of his lips, which made people feel extremely uncomfortable.

After the man walked in, the door behind him was gently closed, and the execution room was once again silent and gloomy.

The man in purple first looked at him with a smile, then turned to light the torch in the house.The warm torch was reflected on the handsome face of the man, and for some reason it looked a bit hideous and terrifying.

In the past few days, Jiang Shuyin calmed down a little, seeing him coming in, he just glanced at him casually, then closed his eyes again, as if he didn't want to give a spare look to the man in the room.

The man seemed very dissatisfied with his attitude, his smiling face suddenly became distorted and ugly, he slapped the table heavily and said loudly, "Show me!" Jiang Shuyin laughed lightly, still closing his eyes and said: "Who do you think you are? Let me see it and I'll see it. Why?"

The corner of the man's lips twitched fiercely, as if he was about to get angry.But as if changing his face, he suddenly laughed again, took out a picture scroll from his sleeve, and said cheerfully: "Do you want to see what your father Jiang Ziyan looks like?"

Jiang Shuyin's figure suddenly paused, his breathing trembled slightly, he opened his eyes suddenly, and looked at him coldly: "Let go of your dirty hands, you don't deserve to take his portrait!"

The man in purple laughed loudly, and showed him the portrait in his hand: "Hey, this is your father."

Jiang Shuyin felt a pain in his heart, and his eyes suddenly became moist - he saw a handsome man in red on the portrait.

The man has sword eyebrows and star eyes, and the smile on the corners of his lips carries a sense of arrogance and arrogance. He is dressed in bright red clothes that are as arrogant as fire, like the hot sun that makes people dare not look at him!

At first glance, he and Jiang Shuyin were [-]% similar, and Jiang Shuyin couldn't help but struggle hard, crying uncontrollably: "Father, father..."

Feng Rong suddenly became satisfied at this moment, and let out a piercing laugh: "I am so touched when you see your biological father, come on, do you want to put your father's portrait in your arms and carefully collect it?" ?”

Jiang Shuyinhong struggled with all his strength, and cursed: "Beast! Don't touch his portrait!"

Feng Rong grinned from ear to ear, and a cold light flashed in his eyes, tearing the portrait in half from the middle.Hearing Jiang Shuyin's scolding, he was overjoyed. He smiled and said to Jiang Shuyin on the rack, "Do you know who I am? I am Feng Rong. I just killed your father with my own hands. Feng Rong, who killed your mother with his own hands! Let me tell you that your father was surprised when I stabbed him in the heart, and when his blood flowed out, it was as bright red and beautiful as his clothes!"

Jiang Shuyin struggled to cover his ears with his hands: "Stop talking, stop talking, I'm going to kill you! I'm going to kill you!!"

Feng Rong picked up the brand mark from the brazier, looked at him in a good mood, and continued: "Also, guess how your mother died? Although she was killed by me, she was killed by the people in Canghai City. I killed it with my own hands. I originally planned to spread rumors that she was a monster, but guess what? The people in that city regard money as their life, and I only gave you some money, and they rushed to repair you. I caught it for my lost mother, nailed it to a wooden board, and watched her blood flow all over the floor. Even to please me and get more money, I found firewood on my own initiative and burned your mother alive die!"

"You lie, you are talking nonsense!" Jiang Shuyin frowned and cried frantically.

Feng Rong slowly approached him, lowered his voice, and gave him the most fatal blow: "Later, I saw that they loved money so much. They used the same method to count people who were loyal to your father, and by the way, your mother None of the people in the city escaped. Almost all the people in the city have blood from your Jiang family on their hands, hahahaha... And you, and you often help them tide over difficulties and become a hero in their mouths! "

After the last word was pronounced, Feng Rong burned the hot and red brand deeply into his heart, and Jiang Shuyin uttered a cry of complete collapse!

The cry reverberated throughout the Thousand Knife Gate, heart-piercing and painful! ——And you, and you actually help them through their difficulties from time to time, becoming the hero they say...

As soon as these words came out, and that cry, it was no longer known whether it was the pain in his heart or the pain in his body.

Or maybe, both.

Feng Rong had never been as happy as this day in his life. He picked out a barbed whip from the torture tools and whipped it on the young man in white happily and crazily. Where is your confused pain? Didn’t the world reward you with the whips hitting your body? You think you are righteous and a hero! But you don’t know that you can’t even tell the basics of good from evil! Obediently go back to sleep in the arms of your master Qian Yangzun, don't come out to make a fool of yourself!"

Every time the long barbed whip fell, it pierced deeply into the flesh, and the moment it was pulled out, the flesh and blood were pulled out together!Jiang Shuyin's snow-white clothes were gradually drenched with blood, just like the bright red clothes on Jiang Ziyan's body, which were miserable and gorgeous.

Feng Rong said: "Only when this whip falls on the body, can we know what it means to tear the heart and lungs, and life is better than death."

He waved his whip vigorously: "This whip is for your father, this whip is for your mother, this whip is for Gongsunyue, and this whip is for those who are filial and loyal to your Jiang clan." I did it, this whip was for you..." The corner of his mouth twitched slightly, and he slammed it down again, with blood flying all over the place: "As for this whip, it was for your master Shen Qingshu. You are wise and intelligent, how could you teach such a stupid apprentice like you who can't tell the difference between good and evil, black and white!"

……

By the time Feng Rongjin stopped, Jiang Shuyin had already passed out.

Bright red blood dripped down his fingers on the ground, converging into a stream of blood, spreading to Feng Rong's feet.

Stepping on the bright red blood flow, Feng Rong dropped the long whip in his hand and clapped his hands: "Find someone to wake him up and lock him up with the disciples who fell into the cloud mountain. Don't let him die so soon."

In a daze, Jiang Shuyin felt pain all over his body and couldn't even move his fingers.

All I could hear were people around him crying loudly and shouting his name in a panic.

However, these are not important anymore...

He wants to live.

No matter how you live, you must live.

Because only by being alive can one take revenge and wash away the blood!

His chest was bitter with hatred, and he gritted his teeth with hatred.

In the dark, a voice told him word by word: This enmity is irreconcilable and will never end!

——Everyone has to pay for this.

In addition...Mother, you told the child not to take revenge, to be happy forever, and not to stain his hands with blood... But now that he knows this, how can the child let go of the bloody hatred, and how can he be happy?

In the haze, he clenched his teeth tightly, grabbed a disciple's sleeve with his blood-stained hands, and murmured subconsciously: "Master, Master...I hate it so much, it hurts so much...Master, Master..."

Shen Qingshu's footsteps in the distance suddenly became chaotic, and Nan Weng quickly supported him, and said worriedly: "Qianyang Zun, are you feeling uncomfortable?"

A few traces of cold sweat ooze from Shen Qingshu's snow-white forehead. He covers his heart with one hand and bends down slightly. His heart hurts like a needle prick. When the inexplicable pain subsides, he gently shakes his hands at the anxious guests and said: " No problem."

The cold and smiling eyes cast towards the pink and poignant peach blossoms on both sides. The color is so delicate and beautiful that people feel pity, and wish to hold it in the palm of their hands all the time.

From time to time, dark birds flew from nowhere and landed on the peach branches.In an instant, the guests around were noisy: "Look, Nan Weng, what's going on, how did these crows come here?"

Nan Weng was also surprised in every possible way, seeing more and more black crows gathering around him, he couldn't help but panicked, and frowned, "What's going on here?"

The crows stood among the pink branches, flapped their wings, raised their heads and screamed.

Looking at them, Shen Qingshu felt a slight tingling pain in his heart again. He couldn't help covering it with his hands in pain, and murmured: "A crow..."