"This entanglement starts from when Hua Poan found out about his birth."
With Jiang Fuli's voice, the past events of hundreds of years ago were slowly unveiled.
Hundreds of years ago, Hua Poan was a slave in the school.
However, this person had a tough personality and refused to be controlled. Other slaves were born to accept their fate, but when he saw those noble young masters in bright clothes, he secretly wondered in his heart, why wasn't he the one enjoying the luxurious clothes and beautiful equipment? Why was he destined to be poor from birth, while others were born without worries?
No one gave this lowly child an answer.
Slowly, he grew up, and the wildness in his bones became more and more uncontrollable. He began to secretly practice spells. At first, he just wanted to give it a try, but then he was surprised to find that he could easily master the moves that the nobles and princes couldn't master even after putting in a lot of effort.
He looked at his own intelligence and the mediocrity of others, and his doubts and unwillingness grew.
He originally thought that bloodline determined talent, so he was a slave, and those noblemen and ladies were noblemen, but it turned out that was not the case.
Then why was it?
Why did he have to bow down and be a slave when he had such ability?
This little slave became more and more obsessed with finding out the secret. For this, he beat around the bush and secretly read books … he did everything he could. Hard work paid off, and in the end, this slave finally found the real reason for his talent.
It was his ancestors.
He knew the old story of the founding of Chong Hua. He knew that his ancestors were only one step away from the throne, but because they were schemed against by his brothers, they fell into a situation where they lost everything.
After that, the whole family was implicated, their achievements were erased, and they were classified as slaves.
Was this what it meant to be a king if the winner was a bandit?
He couldn't help but think that if his ancestor wasn't so soft-hearted and killed his own brother first, then wouldn't he be the one enjoying the supreme glory today? Wouldn't he be the one who could wantonly trample on his slaves?
As he continued to ponder, Hua Poan suddenly realized that he was not originally a slave. He had merely brushed shoulders with the royal authority.
He could have been a king.
After knowing the truth, the little slaves no longer had any doubts in their hearts when they peeped at the princes. There was only hatred, disdain, and ridicule. He used his eagle-like eyes to look at this group of trash, to see how these mediocre idiots could never reach the heights that he could easily reach no matter how hard they tried.
The disgust of being robbed of his glory and splendor grew like weeds in his heart.
He wanted to change his fate.
However, Hua Po An was a smart man. He knew that bravado could only get him killed, so even though he knew about his background, he still pretended to be pitiful and confused. He was like a snake slithering in the depths of the underbrush, secretly spying on the wind and grass outside. He hoped that he could obtain a legitimate opportunity to show his face in front of Jun Shang. For this, he needed to build his own stairs step by step to climb to the peak of humanity.
The first step he chose was the purest and kindest Great Grandmaster in the academy — Chen Tang, Palace Master Chen Tang.
Hua Po An was very scheming. He understood Chen Tang's character and knew that Chen Tang was a good person with a soft heart and a gentle temperament.
Thus, from time to time, he would appear familiar in front of Chen Tang, leaving behind the impression that he was obedient and sensible. When the time was right, he planned to make his ling nucleus explode. As expected, he tricked Chen Tang into taking pity on him.
When Chen Tang warmly said to him, "Silly child, I have already reported to Jun Shang and made an exception to accept you as a disciple. Rest well. When you recover, you can come with me to the academy." When Chen Tang said to him warmly, Hua Po An knew that his first risky move had been right.
Chen Tang, this foolish good person, did not disappoint him.
After that, he unscrupulously used Chen Tang's sympathy. He pretended to be cute and obedient at Chen Tang's side, gradually becoming Chen Tang's closest disciple.
Because of his teacher's trust and support, he grew stronger day by day, placing one correct chess piece after another on the chessboard of ambition. He was getting closer and closer to what he wanted.
But in reality, it was not that he did not feel guilty.
When he saw Chen Tang teach magic to him without holding back, when he saw Chen Tang smile at him without any shrewdness, when he received the cold clothes from Chen Tang …
It was not that he did not suspect that what he had done was wrong.
Once, he fainted from a high fever. When he woke up, he saw Chen Tang dozing off tiredly by the table, a cup of medicinal soup already prepared by his hand. He looked at Chen Tang's thin, elegant, and beautiful face, and his heart suddenly hurt so much.
In reality, he had seen everything in these years. He watched as Chen Tang did not care about other people's criticism, patiently teaching him and guiding him. He watched as Chen Tang argued with others, saying that the son of slaves had a pure and kind nature. What was there that could not be taught?
He had eaten the tanghulu that Chen Tang gave him, drank the rice porridge that Chen Tang made for him, and applied the medicine that Chen Tang gave him … Chen Tang was the master of the academy, but he had never treated him poorly because of his birth.
He had even given him a name, calling him Hua Po An. Even in the long night, he could still bloom and break through the darkness.
So when he called out the two words "Shizun," it had been false at the beginning, but in the end, it was all true.
But at that time, he had been so eager to climb to the peak of power. But for him, hatred and ambition had always held the upper hand. These true feelings did not change anything in the end. He even knew very well that the Chen Tang Aristocratic Family was completely the ruler's people. Of the families that had overthrown his ancestors, the Chen Clan was one of the most important branches.
He could be true to Chen Tang. But he could not be soft-hearted to Chen Tang.
Karma?
He could only blame himself?
He did not know.
In the end, Hua Po An did not change the direction of his vanguard. He defeated the conflict in his heart and continued to spy on Chen Tang's secret techniques. He secretly studied those Black Mo forbidden techniques that people despised. Then he changed the light techniques that Chen Tang taught him one by one, turning them into dark evil techniques.
In the end, he raised an army and rebelled. He wanted to overthrow the Chong Hua Dynasty.
That year, when he led hundreds of thousands of subordinates and led the Bloodsucking Scourge Pure Dust to suppress the motherland, one could imagine the arrogance and mettle in his heart. All along the way, he imagined the entire country kneeling and kowtowing to him, a slave that no one had ever taken seriously, begging for a way to live.
How satisfying.
When the time came, would he let them live or let them die? Hua Po An was too lazy to think so much. In his eyes, these people were like weeds after autumn. They were not things that he would worry about in advance.
There was only one person that he repeatedly imagined, pondered, and did not know how to deal with. That was the first step he had taken — the Palace Master of the Cultivation School, Chen Tang.
Demote him to a commoner?
No, no, no, that was not good enough.
Let him continue to teach in the palace?
Too boring.
Cut the tendons in his arms and legs and throw him in prison?
… But why? In the end, Chen Tang had been very good to him and had never held a grudge. Why should he throw him in prison?
But as soon as he thought of locking Chen Tang up, Hua Po An felt a burst of excitement. He licked his lips and his eyes shone. At the time, he did not know what this impulse meant. He only vaguely knew that a large part of the great pleasure he felt from conquering Chong Hua was because he could manipulate Palace Master Chen.
His pupils contracted slightly. Joy was written all over his young and arrogant face.
It was the final closing.
After today, who would dare to stop a carriage with a mantis's arm?
— —
But in this game of chess, he had predicted thousands of outcomes. The only one he had not predicted was Chen Tang's choice.
Hua Po An could never have imagined that before his final game had even begun, Chen Tang would use the hands that had once wiped his sweat for him to end the life of the Bloodsucking Scourge he was most proud of.
That person, with those eyes that had once looked at him with a smile, looked coldly at him from afar. Using that voice that had once gently explained magic to him, he ruthlessly told him:
"Everything is over. Hua Po An, your ambitions can only stop here. "
Your ambitions.
Your schemes.
Everything about you … including your evil and unbearable delusions.
Everything can only stop here.
You are a demon I let loose. I did not see your despicable face clearly. Because of this, blood will flow and the country will not recover. Then, as a sinner, I will stop you from trampling Chong Hua one more step.
I do not feel that death is anything to be afraid of.
I only feel that all these years, when you were by my side, smiling and calling me Master, that humble and kind appearance — that was the world's most terrifying nightmare.
That day, people only saw Chen Tang die for the demon. They did not hear the last words Chen Tang asked Hua Po An before he disappeared.
He said: "Hua Po An, you have been my disciple for so long. I ask myself honestly, there has never been a day when I have treated you poorly."
"… …"
"My years of respect and sincerity, I did not expect … that in exchange … I would receive such a return from you …"
Hua Po An watched Chen Tang's figure shatter bit by bit in the fierce vortex of magic colliding.
"Hua Po An … …" Chen Tang stared at him and said hoarsely, "You have plotted for so long, used me for so long … … in these years, I ask you — … have you ever thought of turning back and feeling regret?"
It was as if something was stuck in Hua Poan's throat. He looked into Chen Tang's eyes, those eyes that were always filled with encouragement and expectation, never showing the slightest bit of discrimination or suspicion … That bitterness continued to be stuck in his throat. Even when Chen Tang finally turned into ashes, he still could not say the answer that Chen Tang wanted to hear.
Chen Tang died.
Hua Po An was a schemer and an ambitious person. He believed that emotions were not the most important thing to him. But after Chen Tang died, he became abnormally crazy and perverted.
Fortunately, when Chen Tang died for the demon, he did not directly say "I regret that I pleaded for mercy for you in front of Jun Shang." Perhaps he did not have time to say it, or perhaps he wanted to wait for Hua Po An's answer. But no matter what — it was fortunate.
Otherwise, Hua Po An might have gone even crazier. He was already crazy enough.
Chen Tang died, Bloodsucking Scourge was sealed, and Burning Country's army was defeated.
This was the result of that battle that the world knew.
But what no one knew was that after Hua Po An withdrew his army and returned to Burning Country, in the depths of Burning Country's palace, he was haunted by nightmares. Almost every night, he would dream of the day of the final battle. Chen Tang looked at him, and before he turned into dust, he asked him — —
"After so many years, have you ever thought of turning back and feeling regret?"
He wanted to speak in his dreams, but he did not know what to say. In the end, he always saw Chen Tang raise his head and laugh, tears of blood falling from the corners of his eyes.
Hua Po An, Hua Po An … … why did I give you such a beautiful name? How are you worthy?
You have never regretted it, have you?
I regret it.
The thing I regret the most in my life is taking an evil spirit like you as my disciple.
In the depths of his nightmares, Hua Po An would often see Chen Tang's face, so cold it was almost unrecognizable, and spit out two words viciously — —
Bastard.
… …
Bastard!!
He suddenly woke with a start. Around the bed, yellow silk floated.
Hua Po An gasped for breath. In the night, he could not calm his thumping heart.
His clothes were soaked with sweat.
The people of Burning Country said that Hua Po An was crazy.
After the defeat of Chong Hua, he became crazier and crazier.
Yes, he was crazy. But it was not because of the defeat that people thought. It was because of the nightmares, because he was full of unwillingness and hatred, as well as the pain that he did not want to admit.
He searched for all the ways of summoning souls in Nine Regions, trying to summon the fragments of Chen Tang's soul.
He urgently and crazily wanted to ask Chen Tang why.
Why did he have to do this? It was not the same who was the monarch! Why couldn't it be him? After he entered the city, even if he killed everyone, he would definitely leave Chen Tang alive — —
Why was it Chen Tang who died in the end? The only person he was willing to leave was actually sacrificed to the magical beasts to save those wastes that he wanted to cut down like weeds?
Why!!!
He cast spells over and over again to piece together those broken fragments of Chen Tang's soul. Every time he failed, the resentment in his heart became even more intense. He would think that Chen Tang was really Chong Hua's lackey, destroying his hegemony and destroying his heart. Torturing him like this, this was his revenge, right?
He would not give up.
No one could stop what he, Hua Po An, wanted to do.
Finally, one day, he found a cousin of Chen Tang. The bond of blood made the soul return spell, which had been failing, finally work. Hua Po An injected all of Chen Tang's soul into that living body, as if forcibly taking over the body, to summon back Palace Master Chen.
In the Great Liao Hall, in the Golden Tent, facing the person who had been lost and returned to life, Hua Po An had all kinds of thoughts rushing into his heart, but in the end, what he did was something that he did not expect.
He put everything behind him, and all kinds of curses and viciousness stopped in his throat. Finally, his lips trembled slightly, and he leaned over and kissed her.
Chen Tang — — Aristocratic Palace Master, Gentleman's Wisdom, a loyal minister who swore loyalty to Chong Hua …
Ha … — — Didn't he become a living corpse that he had created?! What had Chong Hua done for their hero? They couldn't even protect the peace of Chen Tang's soul after death!
How useless!
He, Hua Po An, was the most inviolable overlord of the Nine Provinces!
With this kiss, he suddenly felt enlightened, as if he had found the best way to amuse himself.
This seemed like a joke. Creating a puppet, summoning a soul into a body, spending so much effort to bring back a dead person, all for one night of pleasure?
But that night, he was like a thirsty traveler drinking sweet spring water, fiercely devouring the man he had brought back from the Yama Palace into his stomach, swallowing and chewing on the bones.
Chen Tang returned to his side in the form of a living corpse. At this moment, Hua Po An suddenly didn't want to ask why Chen Tang had to sacrifice himself for the devil, why he had to die to save the country.
None of this was important. It was all in the past. At this moment, he felt incomparably calm, as if Chen Tang's life was something he had always desired, but he had only realized it today.
He was satisfied.
But in the end, he was the only one who was satisfied.
Chen Tang, who had been forcibly brought back from the underworld, lived a very painful life. He faced the karma he had caused all day long. He was trapped in a cage, trapped in a body that didn't belong to him. A soul that should have fallen into the underworld was forced to stay in the human world, suffering the torment of being alive.
What was even more frightening was that he didn't know when this kind of life would end. After Hua Po An saved him, he seemed to have temporarily lost interest in conquering the underworld. Instead, he urgently studied the art of immortality. It seemed that he wanted to continue this kind of life for a hundred or two hundred years.
Hua Po An never gave him the chance to "die" again.
There was something even more absurd. Because of his previous death, Hua Po An's heart became even more crazy and dark. This devil seemed to think that Chen Tang was too concerned about the life and death of unrelated people, which was why he had sacrificed himself for the devil. In order to make Chen Tang no longer care about other people, he studied all kinds of strange techniques to cut off Chen Tang's connection with the outside world one by one.
Potions to forget one's family, curses to cut off one's longing, and all kinds of other methods were used.
Hua Po An even discovered a kind of strange method that could cut off the fate of mortals — — whether it was marriage, family, or friendship.
Only by severing all of Chen Tang's fate and making this person's life owner lonely could he be at ease. Only then could he be sure that Chen Tang would not sacrifice his life for someone else.
But perhaps because her conscience had not disappeared, or perhaps because she was shaken by Chen Tang's stubbornness, the Holy Maiden and High Priest responsible for looking after Chen Tang in Liao Palace was moved.
This Holy Maiden was Su Yurou.
Su Yurou, because of her ability and status, was one of the few people who could get close to Chen Tang.
In these years, she watched Chen Tang struggle against these evil techniques, enduring the pain of defying the heavens, living a life worse than death. While feeling his determination, she also felt more and more unbearable.
Finally, one day, she made up her mind. Taking advantage of Hua Po An's expedition due to the war in the Northwest, she rescued Chen Tang from the palace. The two of them went through many dangers and finally escaped from Liao Country.
In truth, she was not completely selfless in helping him. At the time, Su Yurou had already fallen in love with Chen Tang and wanted to marry him. But Chen Tang's marriage had already been cut off by Hua Po An. No matter how sincerely Su Yurou treated him, in the end, it was all in vain. Even more seriously, because Chen Tang had been tortured by Hua Po An in every possible way and had been afflicted with evil techniques, his memories became more and more chaotic, and his pain became more and more intense.
Seeing him gasping for breath like this, Su Yurou was filled with grief. In the end, she made a decision — —
When she left the palace, she stole one of Liao Palace's most precious treasures. That was the divine tool that Hua Po An had found in the Chen Tang Clan, the "Reversal Stone".
It was said that this Reversal Stone had the ability to change the past, but the Chen Tang Clan had only ever looked after it and never used it. Hua Po An had tried several times to obtain the method to awaken the Reversal Stone from Chen Tang, but he had never succeeded. But no matter what, this stone contained a large amount of power that could defy the heavens and change fate.
As a result, she used it as the eye of a formation and used a technique to seal all of Chen Tang's memories and curse, giving him a new life. From then on, there was no longer a Chen Gong Master in this world. The one who woke up from the sickbed was Jiang Fu Li.
The price of using the Reversal Stone was too great. Su Yurou had suffered a backlash. Half of her devastatingly beautiful face had been eaten away. Half of her face was still beautiful, while the other half was like a demon. From then on, she could only rely on a white veil to cover her face. As for the Reversal Stone, she had secretly embedded it in Jiang Fu Li's left eye. Because of its properties, it would absorb the spirit of heaven and earth at night and enter a temporary state of rest. This was also the reason why Jiang Fu Li's left eye could not see clearly at night.
After this, Su Yurou and Jiang Fu Li traveled together. Originally, they thought that their days could pass peacefully like this, but gradually, Su Yurou discovered that the imprint that Hua Po An had left on Chen Tang's body was truly terrifying. For example, Jiang Fu Li, who had been suppressed by the Reversal Stone, could not remember anything. However, he would suddenly ask her, "Did I once have a very obedient little disciple?"
One day, when the spring sun was warm and the peach blossoms were just beginning to bloom, he sat by the window and silently copied a book.
She was curious and asked, "What are you writing?"
Jiang Fu Li was indifferent and did not have any emotions. This was his state after being suppressed by the Reversal Stone. This state often made her feel that he was like a walking corpse. However, this was the only way he could live a more relaxed life. He would not have to sleep all day and suffer unbearable pain.
Jiang Fu Li said, "I don't know. I suddenly thought of these things and casually wrote it down. It seems to be a good sword move."
She moved closer to take a look and was speechless.
[Broken Water Sword Manual].
In the Burning Palace, the monarch, Hua Po An, loved to practice this set of swords when he had nothing to do. As the saying goes, "Five years with a sword that changes the spring and autumn, ten years with a sword that reverses the vicissitudes of life. This sword can break through water, but it is difficult to break the monarch's heart." The Broken Water Sword was the first set of swords that Chen Tang had taught Hua Po An after he had entered the sect. It was said that Chen Tang had specially written it according to the strengths and weaknesses of Hua Po An's movements.
In the past, when Hua Po An talked about the past, there was always a hint of pride between his brows, but there was also a hint of sadness.
For Hua Po An, he had experienced countless powerful swordsmanship later on. The Broken Water Sword was definitely not the strongest move.
For Chen Tang, he had created many wonderful techniques in his life. The Broken Water Sword was even less of a creation.
But now, Jiang Fu Li had forgotten everything, but he could still calmly write this set of swords in front of the small window. Su Yurou saw this and did not know what to feel.
Jiang Fu Li raised his head. "What's wrong? Do you know the origin of this swords manual? "
She lowered her eyes in panic. "… Nothing. I, I don't know … "
The two of them concealed their identities and hid in the forest like this for many years.
Hua Po An used to study the forbidden technique of immortality in the Burning Palace and gave Jiang Fu Li and Su Yurou the forbidden medicine. Su Yurou wanted to let Jiang Fu Li recuperate and was afraid of being chased by Hua Po An, so she hid in the barrier deep in the mountain. Gradually, she lost track of time.
When she felt that it was about time, she came out of the mountain to ask. She found out that hundreds of years had passed.
She was shocked. She knew that Hua Po An's secret technique of immortality was successful. She then asked about the situation of the various countries. She found out that many small countries had been destroyed and established in the past hundreds of years. She also found out that Chong Hua had changed several generations of monarchs. When she asked about the Burning Country, she found out that Hua Po An, the monarch of the country, was too eager to learn the technique of immortality. He practiced witchcraft and made too many enemies. In the end, he overreached himself and died after being assassinated. Today, the Burning Country had changed several monarchs. However, their monarchs were just puppets. The real ruler was actually the Burning Country's Imperial Advisor who was hiding behind the scenes.
After she heard this, she could not help but feel relieved. She knew that she and Jiang Fu Li could finally return to the secular world without worrying about being tracked by Hua Po An.
But she was still a little afraid. She felt that the mysterious Imperial Advisor seemed to be vaguely familiar and ominous.
Her uneasiness was confirmed a few years later.
She and Jiang Fu Li lived in seclusion for hundreds of years. They lived in seclusion and focused on medicine. After they came out of the mountain, they traveled to the north and south. They were familiar with the current world and saved many innocent people from the war.
Once, they passed by a small village in the Li Chun Country and encountered a massacre by the cultivators of the Burning Country. Jiang Fu Li saved a pair of orphans. The older one held his younger brother and kept kowtowing to Jiang Fu Li who was wearing a mask. He begged Jiang Fu Li to take him away.
Jiang Fu Li was a person whose emotions were sealed. Normally, he would not be moved. But that day, he stared at the young man who was kneeling in front of him and begging. He did something that Su Yurou did not expect.
He gave the copy of the "Broken Water Sword Manual" to the young man.
"I don't have any use for this sword manual. It's too weak. But if you study it carefully, you may be able to understand some of your own swordsmanship. It's enough to protect yourself. "
After they went back, Su Yurou asked him why he did that. Jiang Fu Li casually crushed the powder and said, "I don't know. I just feel that the way he knelt in front of me and begged me seems to be familiar."
Su Yurou was shocked.
Yes, there was a person who knelt in front of you like that.
Hundreds of years ago, in Chong Hua Academy, there was an ambitious young servant who knelt in front of you and begged you to save his life and let him live.
Su Yurou did not say these words. She looked up at the gray sky.
It was the rainy season. There were flashes of lightning behind the thick clouds.
She knew that a storm was coming again.
The Burning Country suddenly started to hunt them down. A few years after Jiang Fu Li gave the young man the Water Breaking Sword Manual, the assassins of the Burning Country suddenly launched a surprise attack. They fled in panic and escaped several times. After the most dangerous chase, Su Yurou lost the last trace of fluke. They could no longer act casually in these small countries. They must attach themselves to a strong enough country.
She took Jiang Fu Li back to Chong Hua.
A hundred years later, the Chong Hua had changed. No one knew Jiang Fu Li's identity. Even Jiang Fu Li himself did not know. They seemed to have settled down. But Su Yurou was still worried about the Burning Country suddenly hunting them down. She always felt that Hua Po An's eagle-like eyes were looking at her. But how could it be? Hua Po An was clearly dead. And even if he was not dead, why did he suddenly target Jiang Fu Li who was hiding her identity?
Her intuition made her more cautious. She wanted to probe further and to let them settle down more normally in Chong Hua. A few months later, she and Jiang Fu Li had a big wedding.
In fact, it was just a formality. Jiang Fu Li had cut off all ties with the mortal world. No one could marry him.
But the news spread. On the day of the wedding, she deliberately showed the half of her face that was not destroyed. It was really a beautiful face with a beautiful mole. Everyone who saw it was shocked.
Then, she quietly waited for the Burning Country to make a move.
The most chilling result came after a period of time.
The State Preceptor of the Burning Country suddenly began to search for women who looked like her. He invited them to the palace to be the Holy Maiden. Then, he disguised all these women as newlyweds and killed them cruelly.
The young man who Jiang Fu Li gave the sword manual was also unfortunately involved. In the end, he turned into the Sword Demon and came to Chong Hua to make trouble.
Everything was too crazy.
In the eyes of others, it seemed that the State Preceptor of the Burning Country liked this peerless Holy Maiden. Because of her betrayal, he married all the women in the world who looked like her and killed them all to show his disdain. Even the Sword Demon Li Qingqian thought so.
They thought that she was a femme fatale. She must have been born with a beautiful face. That was why the State Preceptor was so crazy.
Only Su Yurou knew that it was not true.
She finally understood that Hua Po An did not die at all. He was probably seriously injured when he was assassinated. In order to avoid revenge, he had to say that he was dead. Perhaps Hua Po An had been hiding in the Burning Palace all these years. With the identity of the State Preceptor, he controlled the power of the Burning Country behind the scenes for hundreds of years.
Jiang Fuli's identity had been exposed because he had taught Li Qingqian the "Broken Water Swordsmanship". Li Qingqian had spent several years learning the first two moves of the swordsmanship, which had caught the attention of Hua Po An, who had been searching for Chen Tang's whereabouts. Thus, he had followed the clues and locked onto Jiang Fuli.
So that day, when the Sword Demon went berserk, Su Yurou walked towards him gracefully. She only used her face behind the veil and added a few words to make his obsession collapse. Because she knew that he misunderstood something.
Li Qingqian always thought that Hongshao was killed because she looked like the person whom the State Preceptor admired. But how could it be? The Imperial Tutor was so angry because he felt that after hundreds of years, Chen Tang's curse had been lifted and he could finally marry someone. She, Su Yu Rou, had accompanied him for a hundred years and was also a beautiful woman. She had finally obtained Chen Tang's love and became his companion.
The State Preceptor's action was not to search for lovers all over the world. He was warning Chen Tang, "Look, the women you married are just like this. I can have as many as I want." "Don't you like women like this?" "Then I will take them all under my command and throw them away like worn-out shoes."
"The people you like, as well as those bastards who are similar to the people you like, will all die a horrible death."
"I can't cut off your mortal bond. This is the curse I sent to you."
The face that Su Yurou showed Li Qingqian was not a peerless beauty. Only half of it was still there and the other half was like a ghost. She also told him, "Li Qingqian, the person who saved you in the Li Chun Country was the man whom the State Preceptor of the Burning Country really loved." "You misunderstood. It was never me."
"The reason why the State Preceptor was so crazy was because of the person who gave you the Broken Water Sword Manual."
"Jiang Fuli."
This was the end of the story.
There was dead silence in the warm room. Mo Xi looked at the man sitting in front of him with a pale face. Because of the power of the sacred tree, the man who recovered his memory and removed the seal, he did not know what to say.
He could even clearly understand Jiang Fuli's embarrassment at this moment.
What was Pharmacist Jiang?
A living person? A puppet?
He seemed to be Chen Tang from hundreds of years ago, but he was not completely.
He had lived as Jiang Fuli for so long, but he was always alone and emotionless. A hundred years passed in the blink of an eye. He did not know what the meaning of his life was.
Until this moment.
Jiang Fuli's slender fingers touched the reversal stone and said lightly, "Yurou used this stone to seal my seven emotions and six desires, as well as all my memories. Now I took it out myself and gave this spiritual stone that the Chen Tang family has guarded for generations to you. According to the divination of the sacred tree, I know that all this can only end if you open it. "
"…"
"Lord Xi He, I can fight with Hua Poan. He is Chen Tang's disciple, so he should be killed by me. But I can't stop the blood pool of the Bloodsucking Scourge from spreading. Only the reversal stone can do that. "
He picked up the pitch-black crystal. Its pitch-black color made his fingers appear even whiter.
"This spiritual stone is the only one in the Jiuzhou continent. It has been passed down since ancient times. It was one of the three power crystals that Fuxi created. As long as it is opened, it can open a space-time crack and let the wearer go back to the past. "
Mo Xi's expression suddenly changed, "Isn't that the space-time door of life and death of the three great forbidden techniques?!"
"It's not the same," Jiang Fuli said, "The reversal stone came from the Heavenly Realm. It was a spiritual stone that was brought down to the mortal world by Fuxi. It predates the creation of the space-time door of life and death. It's not as powerful as the door of life and death. At most, it can only let you go back ten years. It can't do anything more than that. In addition, according to the ancient records, once the door of life and death is opened, the caster is destined to have a bad end. The mortal world may also face the curse and be destroyed. But the reversal stone is different. "
"How is it different?"
"It doesn't have a curse. Most of the records about it are blurred because of the ancient times. The old records of the Chen Tang family once said that it can 'reflect the soul and see the heart of the ruler'. It also said that it 'doesn't hurt the mortal world, its fate is already decided.' However, no one dared to be certain of the meaning of these words. The Chen Tang family only knows that it can't be used at will. It must be divined to ask the heavens and obtain the divination before it can be handed to that person. Otherwise, the consequences of it are even more terrible than the real door of life and death. "
The candles in the warm room flickered noiselessly. Moths flew toward the lone lamp, making crackling noises.
Mo Xi looked at the crystal silently. Jiang Fuli handed the stone to him.
"The divination says that I should give it to you. You should open it and go back to the day when Gu Mang was sent back to Chong Hua as a peace gift. Go back to the Darling River, before the Murong Lian went to find him."
His heart suddenly beat faster and blood rushed to his head.
Mo Xi already knew that before Gu Mang returned to the city, he hadn't completely lost his memory. It was the ruler who sent the Murong Lian to take away the soul box of Bloodsucking Scourge's power that Gu Mang had made. Then, the Murong Lian was ordered to destroy all of his consciousness.
In other words, if he went back to that day, before the Murong Lian came to find him, he could —?!
He suddenly looked up and met Jiang Fuli's eyes.
Jiang Fuli nodded and said, "As long as you completely destroy the source of Bloodsucking Scourge's power at that time, Bloodsucking Scourge won't be able to be reborn now. If it goes well, many people's fates may change from that moment on. You may be able to keep Gu Mang's consciousness and immediately redress his name. Murong Chuyi may not have to die, and Hua Po An may not be able to successfully awaken his loyal servant … "
After a pause, Jiang Fuli said, "I can't guarantee that these changes will be good. The reversal stone can only last for about two hours. When you come back, the situation in front of you should have changed. Only you, who has the reversal stone, can remember the past. As for the others … you will see a different ending. "
"You may see a Yue Chenqing with a completely different temperament. Murong Chen may wake up and not be forced to abdicate. He may still be the king of this state. You may find that I am in a completely different state. The changes you made in the past may lead to a completely different Chong Hua."
"But, Lord Xi He." Jiang Fuli looked out at the blood-soaked ground and the smoke-covered sky.
"I'm afraid there won't be an ending worse than this." He said, "Since the divine wood divination says so, let's take a gamble."
"Use the reversal stone to go back to the past. At the same time, I will go to Liao Kingdom's camp and find Hua Po An. I won't let him have the energy to stop you during this time."
After he finished speaking, he took out a high-quality silk pouch and put the reversal stone into it. He tied it to Mo Xi's waist.
"There is only one piece of this stone. We only have one chance. There are no precedents. When you are ready, let me know. " He used his only eye to look at Mo Xi. The latter, on the other hand, was overwhelmed with emotions. He turned to look at the blood outside the window.
His Chong Hua, his lover, their youth, their family and home — they all had the possibility of starting over.
"But you may also die. No one knows. "In the end, Jiang Fuli said to him.
Mo Xi looked at the pool of blood where Gu Mang sacrificed himself, then looked back at Jiang Fuli.
"I'm ready."
The fine copper bells outside the window rang coldly.
This was a big gamble before the dawn of the Chong Hua.
Only when they took the right path could they usher in the dawn.
At this moment, what did life and death matter?
Mo Xie was all alone to begin with. He no longer had anyone he was reluctant to part with.
He looked at Jiang Fuli's only eye. Hundreds of years ago, it was an eye like this that had looked at Hua Po An gently and started the nightmare of an era.
It was also an eye like this that had looked at Hua Po An coldly. Its owner used her own life to end the nightmare temporarily.
And now, it was time to end it completely.
Jiang Fuli asked, "Are you really ready?"
"Yes."
"What you encounter may be very cruel."
"…"
Jiang Fuli asked one last time, "Can I?"
A ray of light seemed to fall in front of Mo Xi's eyes. In that ray of light, Gu Mang was wearing a bright red cloak, like a suit of armor wrapped in flames. Gu Mang turned around and smiled at him.
That pair of pitch-black eyes was something that he didn't even dare to dream about all these years.
"Yes."
Mo Xi said.
"Medicine Master Jiang, please cast the spell."
The worst case scenario was that he would die — that was what he had thought before entering the reversal stone.
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