Xu Shuanglin's eyes suddenly opened in the picture, and most of the people outside the picture were stunned at the same time.

When Mo Ran saw this, he vaguely felt something was wrong.

He was a person who lived for two lives. This conversation was connected with some things in his previous life, allowing him to figure out some intriguing details.

He knew Ye Wangxi's friendship with Nangong Si was not just because Ye Wangxi asked to be buried with Nangong Si before his death. But because in his previous life, Ye Wangxi's female identity was revealed to the world very early. Nangong Liu ordered her to marry Nangong Si.

It seems that this section now seems to be the father who is looking for a double-cultivation cauldron for his son, but not long after the two agreed to marry each other, Nangong Si died suddenly, but Ye Wangxi was able to survive... Mo Ran couldn't help but think, is Nangong Si's death really just a coincidence?

He doesn't think it's like.

On the screen, Xu Shuanglin's fingers clenched into a fist. Although she was still smiling on her face, her tone felt a little chill.

"You want Xiao Yezi to marry A Si?"

"Well, she's the most suitable one."

"Where is the right place?" Xu Shuanglin laughed, "You originally wanted to cultivate her as the leader of the secret guard. She turned her into a man and a woman. Now she said she wanted to promise her to Sier. You are not afraid that Sier would dislike her."

"He was really unhappy. I saw him often chatting and laughing with Ye Wangxi, and treating her well, but I thought he could accept it. But when I told him about the marriage, he was furious and said that he didn't like Ye Wangxi at all. The reason why he took care of her was because she was a girl and it was not easy to make a living in the dark city. He refused to accept this marriage."

Xu Shuanglin: “…”

"How could I compromise? He had a big fight with me, saying that I did not respect his determination and dealt with his lifelong affairs at will. He avoided Ye Wangxi and was cold and alienated. The more I told him, the worse his attitude became. In the end, he even thought that I favored Ye Wangxi, which was really ungrateful." Nangong Liu cursed, "Didn't he just dislike her for being unfair?"

Xu Shuanglin was quite fair: "...If the head of the sect suddenly asked you to marry a woman you don't like, would you be willing? I think this is really not a question of whether it looks good or not. You really don't respect him."

"He is superficial! He wants to marry a wife and a virtuous person. If he likes beautiful girls, can't he take a concubine again if his body is stable in the future?" Nangong Liu sighed, "Oh, it's also my fault, I didn't... I didn't see Ye Wangxi's feelings for Sier in time. If she was still the same, Sier would have liked her."

"You are too ridiculous." Xu Shuanglin said, "Si'er won't accept it."

"Unless he wants to die. It is extremely painful to practice dual cultivation with a tyrannical spirit core like him. If he marrys an ordinary woman... I am afraid, I am afraid I can't stand it at all..." Nangong Liu breathed, "Ye Wangxi likes him, she can't stand it."

"How could she be willing?"

"I asked her."

"……What?!"

"I asked her, I've told her about this." Nangong Liu said, "She is more afraid that Si'er is ill than that she will die."

"..." Xu Shuanglin stopped talking, his head lowered, and he didn't know what he was thinking, and after a while, he said, "She is such a fool."

Seeing this, Mo Ran was almost certain - where did Nangong Si suddenly die of a serious disease in his previous life? Eight out of ten days were killed by Xu Shuanglin himself.

When Nangong Si dies, Ye Wangxi can survive.

The reason why Nangong Si is still alive in this life may be because of Song Qiutong's incident. Song Qiutong is a beauty who has a butterfly bone, and is a very suitable physique for dual cultivation. With her marrying Nangong Si, she naturally has nothing to say when she is a father. She even thinks that a pie fell from the sky and will not force Ye Wangxi to marry Nangong Si anymore.

Since the engagement between Ye and Si was invalid, Xu Shuanglin would not harm Nangong Si in this life, that would be completely reasonable. But there was still a little bit of Mo Ran unable to understand - Xu Shuanglin now looks like a crazy devil, but why does such a devil regard Ye Wangxi so important? He is obviously just an adopted daughter... What is he obsessed with that strange and terrifying person who is difficult to distinguish?

What exactly is what you are asking for?

This memory didn't last long and ended soon. When the illusion lit up again, it was much earlier.

Nangong Liu looked obviously younger than he is now and had not gained weight. He was holding a small object with a blue light in his hand. After looking closely, everyone found that it was the ring of the head of the Rufeng Sect.

This ring cannot be taken off until the day he stepped down. In the picture, Nangong Liu has not worn it, so it proves that he has not yet become the real master of the Rufeng Sect at this time.

Some of the servants came in and knelt down to salute. The Taoist robe of the servants was still stained with blood. It seemed that a fierce battle had just passed. This memory should have happened that night when Nangong Liu killed his master and regained his finger.

"What should I do with the corpse of Luo Fenghua, the head of the sect?

Nangong Liu turned the ring and thought: "Buried in the hero's tomb, he will have a fight with me at least to leave him a decent place to return."

"yes!"

The servant retreated.

Mo Ran frowned slightly, and he felt a little strange. Judging from the memories he had just seen, the Nangong brothers' master Luo Fenghua was obviously broken into pieces by Nangong Liu, and the place where the corpse and blood pool was sunk, turned into a ghost, sinking into the Hell of the Infinite, and will never be reborn.

But why do you say here that Nangong Liu buried his master in the hero's tomb?

In the illusion, Nangong Liu stroked the bright ring of the head sect, and his eyes flashed with a complex and strange luster, as if he was a little afraid, but full of desire.

His Adam's apple was slammed, and finally he slowly raised his hand, reflected the candlelight, and put the ring solemnly on his thumb.

He stared at his hand, looked back and forth, and the corners of his mouth slowly curled up, as if a bright and refreshing smile was about to burst out, but the ripples of the smile suddenly stopped before halfway.

Nangong Liu shouted, and suddenly fell from the head of the throne, his whole body was trembling.

"Ah——! Ah!!!"

"Sect Master!"

"What's wrong with you, Master?"

They rushed to help him, but unexpectedly, when Nangong Liu looked up, his face was covered with blood. Fortunately, his face suddenly tore open countless small holes. The holes healed immediately after they were torn, and they immediately started to tear them open. Blood kept surging out of the mysterious scars.

"What's going on!" Nangong Liu panicked, "It hurts...so painful...how...how...how is this happening?!!"

The sound of footsteps came outside the door.

A man stepped on the cold bricks and stones against the moonlight, stepped on the moonlight, and came to Nangong Liu, lifted his robe and half-kneeled down.

This person is Xu Shuanglin, who is younger than now. He leaned over and pinched Nangong Liu's face and looked at it carefully. Nangong Liu kept panting and struggling, tears and snot mixed with blood. Xu Shuanglin seemed a little disgusted, frowned, and asked, "Why did it happen suddenly?"

"I don't know...I don't know...Mr. Shuanglin...Save me..."

At this time, Xu Shuanglin was just a counselor to assist Nangong Liu, so Nangong Liu called him Mr. Shuanglin, not an elder.

After some investigation, Xu Shuanglin grabbed Nangong Liu's right hand and looked at the shining ring, and suddenly his expression changed: "There is a curse of thousands of disasters attached to this?"

The relatives gathered around him gasped after hearing the name. Only Nangong Liu was in a daze, not knowing what the curse of life and death was. He only raised his head blankly with tears in his eyes, and there was a crystal snot flowing out of his nose, dripping onto the floor tiles with blood.

"Ah, what is that?"

"Death Curse."

Xu Shuanglin's face looked very bad.

"The death curse was placed on this ring by Luo Fenghua. After he cursed, a person wearing the ring would have his skin cracked as long as he shone in the slightest moonlight. Life is worse than death...every night."

"What?!"

"It's not stopping." Xu Shuanglin stroked the jadeite on the ring, and closed his eyes and felt the surging spiritual current there. "When the fifteenth month is full, even if you don't leave the house, the four walls are solid and the night is not clear, you will still feel the pain of being cut into pieces and you can't escape..."

He opened his eyes, looked at Nangong Liu, who was huddled on the ground and looked like a miserable person, and said softly.

"Don't stop until death."

Under the thick and smelly blood, Nangong Liu's pupils suddenly closed, and he looked like a panicked rat, or a poisonous snake exploring his head in a black cave.

He twitched funnyly and murmured, "Don't stop until death?"

"Um."

"Break, can't you break it?"

"It can't be broken." Xu Shuanglin said, "At least I can't think of any way to crack it at this moment... I can only do it later..."

Before he could speak, Nangong Liu broke away from his hand, screamed and laughed wildly, and climbed down the steps, dragging a crooked blood mark on the cold and smooth floor tiles. He screamed and laughed loudly, his voice was extremely hoarse and distorted, as sharp as a needle, and even many people outside the illusion could not bear it, and blocked their ears.

"Hahaha-cursing me? You curse me?"

"Luo Fenghua! You took the seat of the head of my Nangong family, and I'll drive you off the stage and keep your entire body... it's natural! You actually cursed me? How can you bear it - how can you be so handsome!!"

"I miss you... the kindness of your teaching... I buried you in... the tomb of heroes... Ha! The tomb of heroes! But you want to make me suffer every night, my skin bloomed - I will stop until death!!!" He roared, moved inch by inch to the entrance of the hall, lying dormant inch to the thick black shadow cast by the heavy red and bronze door of the hall, his fingers twitched hideously, and he slapped it hard, unable to help but hit the ground.

"Don't stop until death! How can you be cruel! How can you be cruel - beast! beast! You ruin me for the rest of your life!"

"The leader..." The rest of the world couldn't bear it and went over to help him back, but Nangong Liu roared and shouted, as if he was crazy.

This bloody and bloody face was always cowardly and incompetent than any other color, but today it was different. There was a deep hatred on his face, jumping in his pupils like wildfire, burning rationality and burning wither and no grass grows.

Nangong Liu roared hysterically: "Tell me... the first... the head commander..."

The servant knelt down and obeyed the orders.

"The former head of the army, Luo Fenghua, was very guilty... extremely evil... unforgivable! He ordered people to cut his remains... into pieces... to pieces, corpses, ten thousand, Duan---!"

Xu Shuanglin stood quietly beside him, lowering his eyes and listening, without any expression: "…………”

At this time, a new round of tearing came. Nangong Liu couldn't bear it and suddenly collapsed and started crying again. However, while he cried, he still finished the first order to ascend to the throne of the Confucian Fengmen. Word by word, he squeezed out from his back teeth: "The sinking corpse...the blood pool..."

You curse me to be bloody and fuzzy until death.

I sink you into the purgatory of the infinite, and you will never be reborn.

At the end of this illusion, Nangong Liu opened his empty and blank eyes, his voice like a broken Taoxia, extremely hoarse, and he murmured: "Luo Fenghua, beast... you beast..."

The memory fragments began to collapse like snowflakes and reorganize again. The fishy secrets of the Confucian style sect revealed in a short while, almost everyone present was fascinated by the fact that some people, such as Ye Wangxi and Nangong Si, had to watch them because of their personal matters, while more people were aroused to have the pleasure of spying on others' hidden diseases.

Jealousy is one of the ugliest emotions in the world. How many of these people who were invited to attend Nangong Si’s wedding sincerely worship the Confucian style? How many of them have passed through the magnificent three-out-of-the-counter, passed through the spiritual stones of every inch of land, and saw the 72 cities of the nobles of Tianhuang, and were only admired and not jealous at all?

The higher the attic, the more it collapses, the more it will attract everyone to watch. The melon seeds are covered with skins, and the saliva is splashing three feet away.

The pain of others is always the best topic of conversation on the streets and alleys.

Mo Ran was a little reluctant to continue watching, but this matter was full of doubts and was of great importance. Although Xu Shuanglin's memories seemed to be fine and could explain the changes in Jinchengchi and Peach Blossom Land, he still felt something uncomfortable.

He always felt that something was particularly wrong in this memory.

...What is it?
To be continued...