The whole division is begging for my forgiveness

But, what can this do?

Xiaojing still wants to escape here, desperately wants to leave them, find a place where no one knows him, and live happily alone.

If you can find your mother, that would be the best.

Even if he can't find it, he can live alone.

Yue Wuchen looked at Xiaojing tenderly with eyes full of tenderness, and saw this frail young man gnawing on candied haws with his head down.

The bright red syrup stuck to the boy's lips, but the boy didn't notice it at all.

Tilting his head, he gnawed on the hawthorn, carefully chewed and ate every hawthorn, not even letting go of the syrup on the stick.

It can be seen that Xiao Jing really likes to eat sweets, it seems that after eating sweet things, his whole expression is different.

Yue Wuchen can obviously feel that as long as Xiao Jing eats sweets, Xiao Jing's mood will improve accordingly.

A really nice kid.

Taking advantage of Xiaojing's good mood, Yue Wuchen carefully chose his words, and said softly from the side: "Ah Xuan, the Japanese seat has been thinking about one thing these few days, and I think it is necessary to discuss it with you. If you don't like it or are unhappy , and don’t hide it, just speak out your own thoughts.”

Xiaojing paused for a moment when he ate the candied haws, and thought, eight or nine times out of ten it was because he wanted to bring him back to the Wuji Taoist Sect.

To tell the truth, he didn't want to go with any of them.

But he knew clearly in his heart that they couldn't let him go easily.

Yue Wuchen might be willing to let him go, but the brothers of the Lin family, including that Shen Qingyuan, will definitely cling to him, even if Xiaojing hides in the ends of the earth, he will still be found.

This can be seen from the fact that Lin Mobai and Shen Qingyuan held Xiaojing's hand alone, regardless of Xiaojing's wound being torn and blood dripping down the sleeve.

Xiao Jing didn't know what else to discuss about this kind of thing, he was just an ordinary person who was seriously injured and unable to move.

It fell into the hands of these people again, only to be rounded and flattened by them.

The only thing that can be done is to be neither humble nor overbearing at any time, Xiaojing does not want to be anyone's burden, nor is anyone willing to be anyone's substitute.

"Ah."

Xiao Jing responded softly, raised her clear eyes, and stared at Yue Wuchen's face, the syrup sticking to the corner of her mouth looked very abrupt.

Yue Wuchen stared at the bright red syrup on Xiaojing's lips for a moment, raised his hand a little unnaturally and tapped the corner of his own lips, and said softly, "Ah Xuan, here."

Xiaojing didn't understand, so he didn't understand what Yue Wuchen meant.

Could it be that he wanted him to put his finger on Yue Wuchen's lips?

But what does it mean?

Xiaojing, who was mentally damaged, didn't understand love at all, nor the difference between seniority and youth.

Xiao Jing tilted his head slightly, with a confused look on his face, he looked like a fox cub, he sat up slowly, and moved his upper body closer to Yue Wuchen.

All the way until the faces of the two people are almost stuck together.

Yue Wuchen had an unnatural expression on his face, and just as he was about to dodge, Xiaojing poked him with a finger.

The warm and slender index finger was directly attached to Yue Wuchen's lips.

Xiao Jing asked, "What does that mean?"

Yue Wuchen: "..."

Turning her head quickly, Yue Wuchen's lips lightly brushed against Xiaojing's fingers, leaving behind a strange warmth.

"It's not me, it's your lips that are stained with syrup, roughly in this place."

Yue Wuchen moved away from Xiaojing unnaturally, for fear that Xiaojing would suddenly approach again.

But after thinking about it, Xiaojing was very sensitive, if he misunderstood something, it would be bad.

So Yue Wuchen moved his body back calmly, and sat on the bench next to the bed very upright.

He raised his hand and pointed to his own lips, reminding Xiaojing to wipe off the syrup on his lips.

As a result, Xiaojing wiped the wrong place clumsily, obviously the left corner of his mouth was stained with syrup, but he wiped the right side by mistake.

After Yue Wuchen corrected him, Xiaojing finally understood, and raised his hand to wipe it off.

Yue Wuchen hurriedly took out a snow-white handkerchief, in order to avoid Xiaojing's resistance, he had to pass it over, he said: "Use this to wipe it off."

Xiao Jing glanced at the handkerchief Yue Wuchen handed him, it was folded like tofu cubes, the white and clean side.

Although he didn't know much about fabrics, he could tell that the material of this handkerchief was very good.

Lin Jian Villa is the richest man in Gusu. The richest man has turned the entire Chang family upside down, but he still can't find enough money to buy a bundle of spirit ropes.

But the spirit binding rope was in Lin Jinghong's hands, it was like some worthless thing, he threw it wherever he went.

But the handkerchief in Yue Wuchen's hand was made of better material than any suit of clothes that Xiaojing had worn before.

This may be the gap between them.

The difference between cloud and mud is so ridiculous.

No matter how hard Xiaojing tried, he still couldn't touch the height.

What kind of background is not something he can choose.

But what kind of road to take in the future, Xiaojing firmly believes that he can control it.

Seeing that Xiaojing confiscated the handkerchief, Yue Wuchen didn't insist. He just raised his hand and grabbed Xiaojing's wrist, lowering his head dullly to help him wipe off the syrup on his fingers.

After wiping, Yue Wuchen put away his handkerchief calmly, raised his eyes to look at Xiaojing's face, and said softly: "Maybe you don't know yet, Luo Suxuan's royal corpse slaughtered the entire Wang family, killing... Exhausted, the people here in Nanyang don't know that you are still alive, if you continue to live as Chang Xuan in the future, you will inevitably be criticized by the world."

"Because Luo Suxuan went to the Chang's house to save you at the beginning, so the corpse came to the door. Later, when he went to the Wang's house, it was also because you wanted to save Lin Jinghong, right?"

Xiaojing was stunned when he heard that Luo Suxuan killed Chang and Wang's family.

Because in his impression, Luo Suxuan obviously sent the corpses home, and the corpses were only because the enemy was outnumbered, and two fists were no match for four hands.

But he never expected that it was Yu Shi who slaughtered the entire family.

In other words, it was because of him that the Chang family was slaughtered by Luo Suxuan.

Later, it was also because he insisted on saving Lin Jinghong that Luo Suxuan went on a killing spree, and then slaughtered the Wang family.

Xiao Jing was a little confused, he didn't know what was right and what was wrong, and he didn't know what black and white music was like.

All he knew was that when other people's big knives were slashing at him, he had to block it. If he didn't block it, he would die.

Xiaojing doesn't want to die, he hasn't lived enough.

Those who humiliated him, tortured A Niang, and pointed their knives at his throat could not die, so why did they want him to die?

Xiaojing thought he hadn't provoked others first, but none of the people he met was kind.

He just wanted to protect himself, nothing else.

"Do you want me to pay for those people?"

When Xiao Jing said this, his voice trembled a little, he clenched his sleeves tightly with both hands, tried to open his eyes wide, and said with a very serious expression: "I didn't take the initiative to hurt others, they wanted to kill me, if I don't fight back, I will He and A Niang must die!"

Yue Wuchen reassured him: "I have absolutely no intention of asking you to pay for your life, but I'm just asking you whether those things were committed by Luo Suxuan as Lin Jinghong said?"

Xiao Jing suddenly stopped talking.

If he nodded, then Luo Suxuan's charges had been settled, and the Xuanmen would have a more legitimate reason to encircle and suppress Luo Suxuan.

If he didn't nod, then Xiao Jing's conscience would be uneasy, and the death of so many people was not what he wanted to see.

It's either a breach of faith or a troubled conscience.

No matter what he chooses, this matter cannot end well.

In this way, Yue Wuchen roughly understood the whole story.

He didn't quite believe what Lin Jinghong said at first, Lin Jinghong and Luo Suxuan were at odds with each other, life and death could not be tolerated, it was no secret in the cultivation world.

There was also Xiaojing involved in it, so it was hard to guarantee that Lin Jinghong would conceal the reason because of Xiaojing.

Xiao Jing really wouldn't lie, even if he didn't say anything, all his emotions were written on his face.

Yue Wuchen didn't want to embarrass Xiaojing, so he quickly jumped away from Luo Suxuan, and continued: "If you insist on presenting yourself as Chang Xuan, then the world will not know the hidden truth, and will only scold you for being disloyal and disfilial, and you will never be able to hold your head up in this life." Come on, I can't be an upright person."

"I heard that you still have a mother who is still alive. If others know that Chang Xuan is still alive, will they think that your mother is also alive? In this way, the surviving distant relatives of the Chang family, or the relatives of the disciples, for the sake of To vent your anger and revenge, will you do everything possible to arrest your mother, and then use her to force you to submit?"

Hearing this, Xiaojing suddenly raised his head, and said in a panic, "No! This is none of A Niang's business! It's my fault, if you want to kill me, kill me!"

"Don't worry, I am not forcing you to give up your identity as Chang Xuan, but to inform you of the consequences first. You make your own choice."

Xiao Jing smiled wryly: "If you don't want to be Chang Xuan, then who should I be? Lin Jing? But I'm not Lin Jing!"

Yue Wuchen shook his head, and told him softly: "I won't let you be Lin Jing, you are not him, and you won't be his substitute, just be yourself."

With Yue Wuchen's words.Xiao Jing felt a lot more comfortable in his heart suddenly.

When he woke up, he sat in the sedan chair.

I don't remember anything, my whole body is dizzy, my memory is like being chewed by a dog, it's a mess.

The disciples who carried the sedan chair called him Chang Jianren, Luo Suxuan called him Xiaojing, and Lin Jinghong called him ugly when he came up.

But A Niang said that he had a name, aside from the unrecognized surname, his real name was A Xuan.

As for Shen Qingyuan, Lin Mobai said that he was Lin Jing.

To this day, Xiaojing can't tell who he is.

It seems that these are all him, but not quite him.

No one cares what he thinks, and no one can empathize with him.

But now Yue Wuchen told him that he just needs to be himself.

Just be yourself and not anyone else.

Xiaojing's heart was relieved for a moment, and the protective armor that had been strong all along gradually softened.

But he still didn't dare to gamble, what if Yue Wuchen lied to him too?

Luo Suxuan had taught him before, not to show mercy to anyone who tried to hurt him.

That's why Xiaojing was so resolute when facing Lin Mobai and others, and refused to forgive him even to the death.

But Luo Suxuan hadn't had time to teach him how to distinguish the sincerity of others' hearts.

Luo Suxuan has not taught him yet.

After a long time, Xiao Jing lowered his head and said, "I know, I won't tell others that I belong to Chang Xuan."

Yue Wuchen said: "We all know that you are Chang Xuan, and will always keep the secret for you, don't worry."

After a pause, he said again: "Ah Xuan, would you like to go to the Wuji Dao Sect with me?"

Seeing that Xiaojing was about to answer, Yue Wuchen said again: "You don't have to answer in such a hurry, you can think about it for a few days before telling me, okay?"

Xiaojing thought for a while, and felt that it would be good to be more thoughtful about everything, so he nodded.

Only half of the big rock hanging in Yue Wuchen's heart was let go.

He is confident that he will be able to influence Xiaojing with his heart.Let Xiaojing voluntarily go back to Wuji Daozong with him.

The following days were spent in healing Xiaojing.

When Xiaojing was able to walk on the ground by himself, Lin Jinghong was so happy that day, he bought some firecrackers and put them outside.

The lit firecrackers whizzed into the night, bursting into dazzling fireworks.

After Lin Jinghong lost an arm, in order not to be seen by others, he tied a cloak and draped it diagonally.

Standing under the window of Xiaojing's room, he raised his hand and waved it vigorously, calling for him to come down and set off firecrackers together.

Lin Mobai was not as playful as Lin Jinghong. During the few days when Xiaojing was recovering from his injuries, Lin Jian Villa piled up a lot of chores, waiting for him to go back and deal with them.

There is also the group of corpses sent back by Lin Jinghong before, and they are still in the Linjian Villa, and there is no time to deal with them in the future.

I can only deal with the chores in Nanyang for the time being.

It was only after Lin Mobai took over the handling that he discovered why there were frequent disturbances in Nanyang.

Those murderous corpses controlled by Luo Suxuan were not dug out from the mass grave by him.

Instead, it was refined from a living person, using some special method to take away the heart and soul of the living person, and to control the person with the technique of insanity, and use it for oneself.

In order to make the corpse refined by living people more ferocious and powerful, Luo Suxuan was extremely cruel and merciless.

Usually, they are asked to "cannibalize their own kind". The so-called "cannibalism" does not mean that they really want to use the corpse to eat the corpse.

Instead, let the ferocious corpses attack each other, gain the corpse energy of each other, and thus make themselves indestructible.

Of course, these were only guessed through what Lin Jinghong said.

The reason why those murderous corpses can walk in the sun,

It's not that Luo Suxuan's ghost skills are so perfect.

Rather, those ferocious corpses refined from living people are not really dead in principle, but in a state of neither birth nor death.

There is no way to restore their original appearance, and there is no way to let them fend for themselves.

The only way to kill them is to kill them all, but in this way, the Taoist disciples killed every living person invisibly.

This is also where Luo Suxuan's intentions are vicious, he plays the Taoist disciples around, and even witnesses the Taoist disciples slaughtering living people condescendingly, and even mocks them.

It's just that Xiaojing doesn't know what kind of person Luo Suxuan is.

If Xiaojing knew about it, she would still protect Luo Suxuan as always.

Lin Mobai stood by the window, looking up at Xiaojing's window, and saw that the window was half-closed, and Xiaojing's person could not be seen at all.

No matter how Lin Jinghong waved his hands and yelled Xiao Jing's name, Xiao Jing just ignored him.

He didn't respond at all, as if he didn't hear Lin Jinghong calling him at all.

Waiting until the firecrackers were all set off, leaving residues all over the ground, the breeze blew, and the strong smell of saltpeter permeated the entire street.

Lin Jinghong's face was full of disappointment, and he looked very listless. He just sat on the street with his head down, not knowing what he was thinking.

Seeing this, Lin Mobai wanted to knock on Xiaojing's door many times and ask him why he ignored Lin Jinghong.

But I also understand that in Xiaojing's eyes, I am not even a dog, let alone a stranger.

Even if they went, it would only increase disputes.

Although Xiaojing's intelligence is damaged, he is very good at drawing inferences about everything, which often leaves them speechless.

To be honest, sometimes Lin Mobai doesn't dare to provoke Xiaojing.

The scene of Xiaojing smashing the medicine bottle at him that night is still vivid in my memory.

There is also the embarrassment of throwing out the dishes he put into the bowl in public, which is still unforgettable.

Suddenly, with a flash in front of his eyes, Lin Mobai saw Xiaojing walking to the window with an oil lamp.

Just when he thought that Xiao Jing finally softened his heart and was willing to talk to Lin Jinghong.

With a slap, the window was slammed shut from the inside.

The movement was so loud that it almost resounded through the entire street.

Lin Mobai: "..."

Lin Jinghong raised his head, looked at the closed window, his eyes were reddened in the dark night.

In order not to be found that he was crying, he quickly raised his sleeves to wipe away the tears.

After tonight, they will leave Nanyang.

Yue Wuchen had already warned them very clearly, this time let Xiaojing make his own choice.

You can't force Xiaojing in any way, otherwise Yue Wuchen will never sit idly by.

Lin Jinghong has tried everything in the past few days.

He knocked on the door of Xiaojing's room to deliver the food, only to be stumped.

Not only did he fail to please him, but he was chased away by Xiaojing even with people and things.

He went to buy some famous paintings by famous artists, and his second brother liked them very much.

Can touch a nose gray again.

For the last time, Lin Jinghong had himself tied up, and with several thorns on his back, he knelt at the door of Xiaojing's room and pleaded guilty.

Can still touch a nose gray.

Xiaojing's heart is now harder than iron and colder than Shuangxue.

No matter what Lin Jinghong did, Xiao Jing just ignored him, and even refused to look at him.

Xiaojing not only ignored Lin Jinghong, but also ignored Lin Mobai and Shen Qingyuan's overtures.

Lin Mobai's advances are usually in the middle of the night, when there is no one around.

He would secretly sneak into Xiaojing's room, and would stand quietly by the bedside without lighting or speaking.

Xiaojing was a shallow sleeper, and felt very frightened for the first time, but gradually he became less afraid, and only regarded Lin Mobai as a display, a decoration.

Since the Patriarch of Linjian Villa volunteered to be his night watchdog, then he should be.

Can Xiaojing have any opinions?How dare he have any opinions?

It's just that Xiaojing is very disgusted that Lin Mobai always likes to be moved by himself.

It's okay to stand by the bed and stare at him sleeping, but I always like to come over and touch his head when Xiaojing is fast asleep, rub his face, grab Xiaojing's right hand, and look carefully.

Many times, Xiaojing noticed some warm liquid dripping on the back of his hand in his sleep.

Xiaojing's first reaction at the time was, Lin Mobai is such an adult, why did he drip saliva on the back of his hand?

In his sleep, he opened his eyelids in a daze, just in time to see Lin Mobai bowing his head and remaining silent.

Rolling hot tears slowly rolled down from those arrogant, superior and indifferent eyes, and splashed on the back of Xiaojing's hand.

At that time, Lin Mobai did not have the previous indifference and dislike at all, but instead had endless sorrow and indescribable sadness.

Xiao Jing knew it, and Lin Mobai treated him as Lin Jing again.

But he is not Lin Jing.

Therefore, when Xiaojing woke up, he ruthlessly withdrew his hand and wiped the tears on the back of his hand on the bedding.

Xiao Jing imitated Lin Mobai's condescending mocking look when he looked down at him, and sneered with disgust on his face and said, "It's so dirty."

Then I saw Lin Mobai's eyes widen in disbelief, his thick black eyelashes were wet with tears, and he looked so much like Lin Jinghong.

His expression was lonely and sad, and he looked quite pitiful. People who didn't know thought it was Xiaojing who bullied him.

Xiaojing didn't like this.

If Lin Mobai can always maintain an indifferent, distant and superior look.

And as always, he will do everything for his brother, even if it means hurting an innocent ordinary person.

Then Xiaojing would still feel sincerely from the bottom of his heart, Lin Jinghong's life is really good, and he has a good brother who can do everything for him.

Instead of saying one thing and doing another, self-contradictory, hypocritical and disgusting as it is now.

Xiao Jing didn't quite know how Lin Jing died back then.

But watching the performance of the Lin family brothers and Shen Qingyuan in the past few days, it is possible that Lin Jing's death may have an inseparable relationship with the three of them.

Maybe the original Lin Jing died at the hands of the three of them.

But if this is the case, why do you have to worry about Lin Jing's death?

Why do you need to make up for hurting someone?

People are dead, what's the use of just making up for it?

Xiaojing still didn't understand, but he didn't comment much on the matter.

As for Shen Qingyuan, let alone.

Maybe it was because there was a giant Buddha named Yue Wuchen standing here, Shen Qingyuan didn't dare to act presumptuously.

But not idle either.

I don't know where to buy a set of white robes, Shen Qingyuan may feel that it is too ordinary just to give clothes.

I did it myself, stayed up all night for several nights, and embroidered amulets on the inside of my clothes with oil lamps on.

How did Xiaojing know this?

Of course it was through Lin Jinghong's mouth.

Lin Jinghong was bluffing, his voice was as loud as a trumpet, seeing that Xiaojing showed no interest in the white shirt Shen Qingyuan gave him.

So how many nights did Shen Qingyuan stay up, and how many bloody holes were pricked on his fingers, even serious injuries were not healed, and he was overworked, so tired that he vomited blood...

Wait, that's a touching and heart-warming thing to say.

When it came to the end, it seemed that Xiaojing knelt down to accept the white shirt Shen Qingyuan sent with both hands without gratitude, it was like Xiaojing was cold and heartless, and didn't know what was good or bad.

Xiaojing didn't think too much about it, Yue Wuchen said it all, just let him be himself.

Like it, like it, don't like it, don't like it.

Even putting a knife on his neck couldn't force Xiaojing to lie.

In the face of Shen Qingyuan with a pale complexion and a sickly face, and Lin Jinghong who gritted his teeth after saying a few words, as if he was about to rush over in the next moment, crying and calling his second brother.

Xiaojing shook his head calmly and refused: "I don't accept this clothes, not only because I don't want to forgive you, but also..."

After a pause, Xiaojing looked serious, repeating over and over again tirelessly: "I'm not Lin Jing, I'm not him, I don't like white, I don't like plain colors. When giving gifts between friends, you know what you like , You want to ask me to forgive, but you force other people's preferences on my head, which makes me feel very troubled."

"I do not like this."

Xiao Jing expressed his attitude very clearly.

Shen Qingyuan hurriedly asked: "Then what color clothes do you like? I'll go out and buy them for you right now!"

Xiao Jing said: "But I don't want to say it."

With just such a sentence, Shen Qingyuan choked back.

Shen Qingyuan looked very lost and sad, looking at Xiaojing's face, his lips squirmed for a long time.

But in the end, he didn't say anything, just in front of Xiaojing, he tore the white shirt that he embroidered after staying up all night, and it was torn in two.

Accompanied by Lin Jinghong's exclamation, Shen Qingyuan fixedly looked at Xiaojing's face and said, "I will definitely know what you like."

Xiao Jing thought for a while before saying: "But I have already told your master that I don't want to go to the Wuji Dao Sect with you, and he also agreed to not let the disciples of the Dao Sect follow me."

"If you still want to continue to be a disciple of Daozong, you have to obey the teacher's orders, so you can't follow me, and you will never know my preferences."

This completely blocked Shen Qingyuan's way of retreat, so that he was speechless.

Lin Jinghong said in horror: "But I'm not a disciple of Wuji Dao Sect. My elder brother didn't agree. I'm not allowed to follow you!"

Xiao Jing: "That's true, but I must also tell you that if I find out later that you have been following me and monitoring my every move, then—"

"What do you want?" Lin Jinghong trembled.

"I can't do anything, I can't kill you, but I can always kill myself, right?"

A gentle smile appeared on Xiao Jing's face, his tone sounded light, he tilted his head slightly, and looked at Lin Jinghong calmly.

He watched with his own eyes that the blood on Lin Jinghong's face faded at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Spontaneously, there is a kind of pleasure after revenge.

Compared with the other three, Yue Wuchen seemed much calmer.

It didn't cause any trouble to Xiaojing, nor did he make any excessive moves towards him.

Yue Wuchen didn't even ask Xiaojing about Luo Suxuan anymore.

But Xiao Jing also understood that Yue Wuchen couldn't let Luo Suxuan go.

If one day, Luo Suxuan is caught by the Taoist sect, those who are waiting for him must be completely annihilated, their bones will be turned into ashes.

The night before the farewell, Nanyang held a sacrifice to reward the gods.

Since Luo Suxuan left this place and most of the remaining corpses were slaughtered, the dark clouds that shrouded this area for hundreds of miles seemed to have dispersed overnight.

The massacre of Chang Wang's family was too appalling. The small Taoist temple in Nanyang used this to worship the heavens and reward the gods, and do things for the innocent people who died tragically.

At that time, the disciples of Wuji Daozong will also go to help.

The ceremony lasted for three days and three nights. Because of his uneasy conscience, Xiaojing naturally bowed down to the past sincerely.

For one thing, Luo Suxuan was kind to him, so he should naturally atone for some sins of Luo Suxuan.

Second, he felt ashamed and his conscience was uneasy.

Can only hope to get God's forgiveness.

It was also when the ceremony was held in the ashram that Xiaojing saw for the first time, Yue Wuchen chanting mantras, doing mantras, and walking on the ground.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Yue Wuchen opened the altar to fetch water, raised the banners, and the whole process flowed smoothly.

His face is calm and composed, and his every move is slow, but extremely solemn.

Xiao Jing knelt on the dojo, looking up at Master Yue's celestial figure together with many people.

This scene always made him feel familiar.

It seems that a long time ago, he also knelt on the dojo like this, his figure buried among all living beings.

But his eyes stayed on the figure on the high platform all the time, never staggering a bit.

Looking forward timidly and nervously, that person also looked back at him.

Even if it's just a glance.

Before he knew it, Xiaojing burst into tears.

He didn't know what was wrong with him, and he didn't know why he was crying like a silly dog.

I just feel sad, very sad.

This sadness seems to have spread from a very distant place, and it has been pressed deep in his heart.

Lin Jinghong has been staying close to Xiaojing, and suddenly seeing Xiaojing bursting into tears, he is startled and anxious, and rushes over, as if to wipe Xiaojing's tears.

But he was afraid that he would annoy Xiaojing, so Lin Jinghong sweated profusely from anxiety, and kept asking him what's wrong, if he was uncomfortable somewhere, why he was crying, and if he was in pain.

At the end of the question, Lin Jinghong couldn't help crying.

It seems to hurt Xiaojing's pain, cry for Xiaojing's cry.

If you can't comfort Xiaojing, you can simply cry with him.

Xiao Jing didn't answer at all, but a gust of cold wind came from nowhere, blowing the yellow talisman flying all over the sky, and the dull sound of bells spread around.

He vaguely recalled that he once knelt in front of the god statue, clutching Gui Jian, and sincerely prayed to the gods to bless one person with great blessings and good fortune, free from disasters and diseases.

But to this day, Xiao Jing can no longer remember what kind of mood he had at the beginning, and for whom, he prayed to the gods.

Those memories were too far away for him.

Until late at night, the ceremony was about to end, and the common people offered a lot of incense money in order to worship the heaven and reward the gods.

Xiao Jing felt that it was time for him to leave.

He lied to Lin Jinghong that he wanted to go conveniently, and then took advantage of Lin Jinghong not paying attention, sneaked into the crowd.

The thin figure was quickly overwhelmed by the crowd.

Together with all living beings, I went down the mountain.

Others go back to their own homes and have their own directions.

Xiaojing is alone and doesn't know where his home is.

Turned around and left without looking back once.

But he didn't know that among the shadows, a black figure was also drowned by all living beings.

Yue Wuchen looked at Xiaojing's fading figure, and wanted to call him out many times.

But in the end, he found that he had already lost his qualifications.

The author has something to say:

Xiaojing: I don't like to see how they are moved by themselves.They can't feel what I'm hurting, they can empathize with me.

I don't understand why I didn't cry, but they all cried like that one by one.