The ancestors engaged in introversion in Xiuxianwen

The red and swollen eyes of a rabbit were not very aggressive. When they saw him, they disappeared in a flash, jumped on him, and cried loudly: "Qianhen, what should I do? I recognized the wrong person. That person not him!"

Xie Heng: "..."

The overwhelming smell of alcohol came up, and Xie Heng frowned. He pulled the buoy down and threw it aside. There was a rare look of disgust in his deep and steady eyes.

Fuzhuo cried louder, cursing: "Wolf-hearted, heartless, brother, you are doing this to me!"

Xie Heng didn't care about his address, he just thought that he was so drunk that he mistook the person, scolded someone else, like a piece of wood without emotion, and said flatly: "Come back with me."

"The devil will go back with you. Your dilapidated place is as cold as a dilapidated temple." Fuzhuo rolled his eyes, stopped crying, found a thick tree trunk to lean against, stared blankly at the lantern in the water, his pupils Dazed, out of focus, for a long time, the corners of his mouth curled up into a smile, and his face became drunk, "You said, why is he like this, he was worse than anyone else when he was alive, but now that he is dead, he is cleaner than anyone else."

He didn't use his spiritual power to resist. After drinking for a day, his mind was a little dizzy, but his mind was extremely clear.

Xie Heng stood behind him, didn't speak, just stood silently.

"I thought he was bad since I was a child, and he often made my parents angry. Otherwise, why would my parents always scold him and punish him?"

He still remembers a time in a world of ice and snow, when he had a dispute with his father, his father slapped him and ordered him to go out and kneel. The little him knelt on the cold ground for a whole day.

His lips were all purple, and he was almost a sculpture of ice, and he took candy and charcoal, and he went out to seduce him, to make him submit, but he seduced him there for a long time, and he didn't say a word, but took a pair of eyes look at him.

When he went back later, he himself was seriously ill, and he didn't go out for several months. He finally recovered and wanted to play, but that person somehow started to take care of him, in the name of his brother.

"He restricts me to practice martial arts every day, restricts me to read that boring book every day, and even checks off every friend I meet. I am manipulated by him like a marionette. Even if I plead with my parents, my wings will grow. and he no longer fears them."

He hated him.

"I started to go to the military camp and escaped from his control by various means and methods. I even went to Hualou to anger him. At that time, he dragged me out with a sullen face. It was really scary. Later I heard that the entire Hualou It was taken by him."

Xie Heng was silent for a moment, then took a few steps forward, leaned against a tree near Fuzhuo, folded his hands on his chest, and listened to him.

"But after this incident, inexplicably, he didn't care about me anymore. I got my wish, don't mention how happy I was..."

The smile on the corner of Fuzhuo's mouth widened, and then slowly faded away, as if he was talking to himself, "At that time, he ignored me for nearly half a year, and I was happy and happy in the military camp. Then once, The superior ordered me to lead the army to suppress the bandits. Unexpectedly, the bandit leader was so powerful that he was eventually defeated and was captured alive. The message for help was sent three times in a row, but there was no movement. He was in despair, but he led his cronies to save me. He wanted to I concealed the matter behind the scenes, but immediately issued two orders from above, one was about me, who was relegated to a place of bitter cold due to ineffectiveness, and the other was about him, who was dismissed for disobeying the order without authorization. Only then did I know that when I was in deep prison, no one was going to save me, except him."

"I started to change my view of him, and I stopped disobeying him so strongly, but when I went to Bitter Cold, he had other plans. We ended up on different paths. I practiced hard and fought hard. In three years, I made a lot of achievements. With some fame, when the higher-ups wanted to transfer me back, the enemy country suddenly invaded, and they broke through three cities in a row. We are very familiar with our terrain, and we all suspected a traitor. I was named a general to defend against foreign enemies. One day, I found him in the enemy army who hadn't seen him for several years."

When Fuzhuo said this, he fell silent, and continued after a long time: "I resisted desperately, but it was of no avail. He led the enemy cavalry, ruthlessly trampled through my homeland, and imprisoned my parents."

Xie Heng was puzzled: "Why, isn't that also his parents and home?"

Fuzhuo lowered his eyes, took out the flute and rubbed it lightly with his fingertips, "I found out later that he was always from the enemy country, his parents were killed by my parents, and he was picked up .”

Xie Heng paused, before asking: "What happened next?"

"Later?" Fuzhuo's eyes were empty, as if he was caught in a memory, "Later, I fell into a demon, and I didn't know how long after I was in a daze, I was inexplicably awake again, and my skill increased greatly, but he was already dead. Listen to other people It is said that he himself died because of his own cultivation and obsession."

Having said that, he smiled mockingly.

Xie Heng remembered the black and red causal lines on Jichen's body, "At that time, he led the enemy army into the city, but has he ever slaughtered people?"

Fuzhuo thought for a while, and finally shook his head hesitantly, "I don't know."

People outside said that he had killed countless people, but he hadn't seen it.

Xie Heng didn't say anything more.

In fact, he had seen many scenes when Fuzhuo was trying to occupy his body, but they were fragments after all, and after hearing what he said now, the things were roughly connected together.

After Fuzhuo said these things, his heart was no longer so depressed, but his heart was still stuffy and uncomfortable.

Xie Heng suddenly asked: "Why do you think you have identified the wrong person?"

"He had a birthmark on his body, but it's gone now." The man said in a muffled voice.

Xie Heng didn't know what to say about him, "The birthmark is just the imprint of the first life, how can it be left behind after reincarnation? If you really want to find it, you must find the thing that makes him the most profound."

Fuzhuo was taken aback for a moment, the drunkenness on his face dissipated a little.

He was finally no longer so half-dead, as if he had been injected with life again, "I stabbed a sword in his heart, does that count?"

Xie Heng: "..."

He was silent for a while, before saying: "If you think this sword has made him deep enough."

Someone forcibly opened up a new way of thinking in Fuzhuo's mind, and while thinking silently, when Xie Heng said that he wanted to return to the sect, he got up without saying a word, and followed behind him.

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"Dong dong!"

There was an abrupt knock on the door of the tavern.

The sound of knocking on the door was not fast, and it was even peaceful, but for the owner of the restaurant who had been prostituted for a whole day, his lungs would explode.

He put on his clothes and got up, holding back his anger, and opened the door.

Outside the door was a rich and handsome monk, dressed in light white clothes, with a calm and indifferent expression, like a fairy, not to be desecrated.

"..." The boss was stunned, and his attitude was unreasonably respectful, "You want to..."

Qichen handed him a bag of spirit stones, apologetically, "This is the drink money from that guest not long ago, please trouble."

After saying this, he turned around and disappeared into the night.