Grudge Breaker

Chapter 169: One thought kills love
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Song Weichen felt like a privacy voyeur, Sang Pu's life was exposed in front of her eyes without any obstruction.

Looking at her, she was distracted, thinking to herself that in this life, she must not leave any traces of her previous life on anyone behind her, otherwise she would be picked up and "revealed" like Sang Pu now.

However, the Mirror of the Past does not show every detail of a person's life. It seems to have certain selection criteria - just like things that have left traces on the cerebral cortex will appear. Song Weichen is actually being attracted by this mirror at this moment. Forced to "mark the key points" for her.

In this key point, at least 60% of Sang Pu's memory imprint is related to Mo Tingfeng.
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In addition to those that Song Weichen had repeatedly dreamed about before, there were also some details that she had never dreamed about or hadn't noticed before.

For example, Sang Pu was obviously a self-proclaimed person who never kept anything in her room, but she carefully collected all the things that Mo Tingfeng gave her, even if it was a note card or a flower, in a brocade. In the bag, the brocade bag was placed at the head of her bed, sleeping with it on her pillow every day.

For example, she wrote him a letter that she never handed over, in which she thought about their lives after they left. The letter was extremely long, and Sang Pu wrote it intermittently for several days. Originally, she wanted to write it in the "Tianzhi Minggui Festival" " Then she gave it to him, but on the long night when she agreed to marry Uncle Guo as his concubine, she and the cut-up clothes were burned to ashes.

Another example is the day she spent "being a man for a day" with him. At the headquarters of the Mo family, he was practicing swordplay in the courtyard and she followed him. When she was tired, she nestled aside and wrote a sentence on the ground with a small branch: I am willing to indulge. No need for salvation.
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Of course some memories may have nothing to do with him, maybe.

In the month when Sang Pu was about to marry into her uncle's house, she suffered from insomnia and headache all day long. One day, the doctor prescribed a decoction that contained poppy. After drinking the medicine, Sang Pu seemed drunk in the room, talking nonsense.

She said that if there was an afterlife, she would be a tiny piece of grass and mustard dust, which could rise with the wind and stop when the wind stopped, always accompanying her.

She said that if there was an afterlife, she would be the afterglow of the bright and cold moon, because the bright moon and the clear breeze were the most suitable.

She said that if there was an afterlife, she would be a breath of fresh air between heaven and earth, singing harmoniously with the wind, and always be quiet.

She also said that there should be no afterlife, because death occurs when one is born, and there is no wind or thought at that time.

It is clear that he is not mentioned in every sentence, but it is him every word.

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The light in the bronze mirror gradually dimmed until it disappeared, but Song Weichen couldn't see his face in the bronze mirror.

She didn't know what her expression was now, nor what expression she should make.

If people rely on the pain of separation to judge the depth of love, then Sang Pu's love for Mo Tingfeng is a cliff that will never bottom out.
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knock knock.

There was a knock on the door. Song Weichen thought it was Sadhuashan and Zhuang Yuheng, so he quickly stopped and opened the door.

Unexpectedly, it was Ji Baishou standing outside the door.

"Ji... Sir, why are you here?"

"I am a martial artist. I am used to being rough. Love and hate are very simple. Since Hua Fan likes you, I can only love Wu Ji Wu. She said that she sensed that the memory water in your body has expired, so everything must be over. Let me come and take a look. , the point is to apologize to you alone - why did I scare you just now?"

As he spoke, Ji Bai went into the room and sat down on his own. Song Weichen had no choice but to follow him and stood aside with some restraint.

"Master Ji, you didn't do anything to me. You can't even say I was scared, let alone apologize. Sister Huafan made a strong statement."

She took a step outside and said, "Shall we go find them?"

Ji Baishou looked a little impatient, but he still pointed to the plum blossom stool opposite him and motioned for Song Weichen to sit down.

"Well, since the painting fan said so, I have to pretend to care about you, otherwise I won't be able to explain tonight. Come sit here."

Song Weichen sat over reluctantly. To be honest, she didn't like her predecessor Si Chen very much, but her current Si Chen was more popular.
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Neither of them took the initiative to speak, and the atmosphere was a bit awkward for a while. Song Weichen had to lower his head and play with the straps of his clothes seriously.

"The painting fan said Sang Pu was your previous life?" Finally, Ji Baishou took the initiative to start the conversation.

Song Weichen nodded in agreement.

"Did you know that Sang Pu is the woman that Ting Feng has loved and searched for for thousands of years?"

Song Weichen nodded in agreement.

"Did you know that the mark of the previous life can only be eliminated by resolving the wish with the person who made the wish? The person who made the mark in Sangpu is Ting Feng, right?"

Song Weichen nodded in agreement.

"So now you know what Sang Pu's 'wish to form a seal' is?"

Song Weichen nodded.

"I want to fly far away with him, and I want to be with his children."

Ji Bai was noncommittal. His wish was reasonable but nothing new. To put it bluntly, it was just the human nature of a long-term lover.

"Oh, by the way, Hua Fan may order you to call me Master Ji, which seems a bit strange."

He snorted, obviously reluctant, "I'm older than you by who knows how many years, and much older than Ting Feng. It's really awkward for you to call me brother. From now on, call me uncle. I deserve it."

Clam? uncle? The corners of Song Weichen's mouth twitched, thinking, "If I call you a weirdo, do you dare to agree?"

"Uncle Ji." She called awkwardly. Ji Baishou looked indifferent, he didn't care anyway.

Feeling that after talking for so long, he should be done with business, he stood up, patted his clothes and prepared to leave. Song Weichen wanted to run away faster than him, but Ji Baishou suddenly paused as if he remembered something.
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"and many more."

His expression was very strange, "I remember that Ting Feng set a love-killing ban on himself. How could he be in a group with your bridal chamber and your children? You can't solve the mark of your past life."

"Who wants to marry him...what! He has set a love-killing ban on himself?"

Song Weichen vaguely recalled that when she first arrived at Sichen's house, a book she read in his study had this word on it. Because the prohibition was unusually vicious, she seemed to have left a word of advice in the corner of the page. .

"Yes, he has a love-killing restriction on him. He can no longer be moved by love. The more deeply he falls in love, the more serious the attack will be. The restriction will backfire and kill him."

Song Weichen remembered that he vomited blood in front of her several times, Zhuang Yuheng reminded him to take medicine from time to time, and the scattered golden sand substances in the Marrow Cleansing Hall and Wuqing Residence at that time. She thought at that time that it was caused by his hidden illness and internal injuries.

"Uncle Ji, when you talk about backlash and dispersion, does it mean that you will vomit blood and something like gold sand will scatter from your body?"

"have you seen?"

Ji Baishou frowned, "That golden sand substance is a precursor to the dissipation of power. If all of it is dissipated, he will become a cripple. By then, the meridians will go retrograde and it will be difficult for the gods to save him."

Song Weichen was a little unsteady, so he touched a chair and sat down.

So every time he gets close to him, he suffers huge backlash? Even if the pain is excruciating, even if it backfires on him, he still stays by his side without hesitation?

Why is he so stupid...
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Seeing her dejected look, Ji Baishou was at a loss and wanted to leave but felt it was wrong.

"Song Weichen, did I say something wrong? Since Ting Feng kept it secret from you, he must not want you to worry about him if you find out."

"Uncle Ji, can the love-killing restriction be lifted?"

Song Weichen suddenly looked at Ji Baishou like a drowning man seeing a lifeguard.

"You have also been Si Chen, so you must be an extremely powerful person. You must have something to do, right?!"

Ji Baishou was in a dilemma. He didn't know the solution, but he couldn't just tell her the truth - if this little girl kept crying because of this, he would have to walk around the Sad Painting Fan without food.

"I'll go find out, okay? Whether it's the Upper Realm or the Sleeping Realm, I promise to help you find out the solution to this restriction immediately."

"But can you pretend that you don't know about this? Unless Ting Feng or someone else tells you, it's not from me, can you? Especially if you don't let your sister Hua Fan know that it's me who talks too much..."

Song Weichen came back to her senses amidst Ji Baishou's chatter, and she made a decision.

"Uncle Ji, I promise you not to tell Sister Huashan, but you also promise me not to tell others Sang Pu's true wish to form a seal, okay?"
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Song Weichen couldn't remember what happened next. She kept thinking about the love-killing restraint in her mind.

All I know is that she followed Zhuang Yuheng and stayed with Beihuashan and Ji Baishou for a long time. Beihuashan held on to her and wouldn't let go. She told her to go to Wu Nian Mansion to play with her often, and then she reluctantly let them go back.

"Weiwei, have you not found Sang Pu's wish to form a seal?"

She was in a bad state after seeing Sang Pu's memory. Although she smiled and responded with everyone, she was clearly in a trance. How could Zhuang Yuheng not know this because he was so thoughtful?

"I found it, but the amount of information is a bit large. I'm weighing the pros and cons." She forced a smile.

"tell me the story."

Zhuang Yuheng saw her expression was different and felt more nervous than she was.
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"The word "love" hurts others and hurts oneself. Sang Pu just wants to cut off the love and never fall in love with anyone again."

Song Weichen lied to Zhuang Yuheng.

If she told the truth, Mo Tingfeng would definitely help her unlock the seal even if he died because of this. If he died because of this, she would feel guilty all day long and would not be able to survive.

If she was destined to have an unsolvable mark from her past life, then she could at least do something to keep Mo Tingfeng at a distance from her and avoid suffering backlash.

Song Weichen felt miserable in his heart, but he couldn't show it on his face. It was a real test of his acting skills.
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"Is this really Sang Pu's wish to form a seal?"

Zhuang Yuheng had a scrutinizing look on his face. Although Song Weichen felt guilty, his face looked extremely determined.

"You never want to live without love."

Zhuang Yuheng's expression was a little strange, "I naturally know what your temper is. If you live like that, you would rather die."

Song Weichen nodded as if pounding garlic.

"That's right! So you see, this mark doesn't have to be solved."

"Should I live like a stone, or should I die like a living person?"

"Where I come from, there was a great writer named Shakespeare who has passed away. He wrote a sentence: To be or Not to be, That's the question. It means, to live or not to be, that's the question. That's really a big question. The problem...the reason why I keep wandering is because of contradictions and trade-offs.”
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"No, Weiwei, you are lying."