Fu Canglu

Chapter 600 Live in Fire, Die in Fire

The corners of the lotus clothes rolled in the scorched fire, and were blown up by the wind, sporadic fire points splashed up, but they couldn't ignite the lotus clothes.

His Highness stood in the middle of the fire, like a complete outsider. He looked around in a daze, saw the flames, and surrounded him. He could feel the heat and anxiety, but he couldn't be harmed by the fire at all. .

Yi Xiao saw a dark figure in the flames in the distance, which was different from those people who stood in the middle of the fire and cast complicated eyes.

The pitch-black figure was slowly walking in his direction.

The man was wearing a large linen robe, pale as white as onyx, walking in the firelight, the wind was blowing, reflecting his young and childish face, the linen robe was thrown behind him by the wind, but was caught by a stick in front of his neck. Red string tied.

Like Yi Xiao, he let the sparks splash on his body, hair, and robes. These sparks annihilated by themselves and did not ignite.

outsider.

He just walked in front of Yi Xiao.

His Highness has been witnessing all this, until the flames and the wind became a little stagnant, the young man in white robe and sackcloth stood in front of him, with his arms folded, his sleeves fluttering, holding a With a feather fan in his hand, he looked at himself with a smile.

Yi Xiao took a deep breath.

He lowered his head and looked at his teacher solemnly.

It was a weird and absurd picture.

In the middle of the fire, the young disciple and the young teacher looked at each other.

"You want to know the truth of all this?"

Yuan Tiangang's voice was as soft as an annihilated wind.

"Actually, you already knew."

His Highness pursed his lips tightly, just looking at his teacher.

After a while.

Yi Xiao looked at Yuan Tiangang, and he said word by word: "I've thought about this matter for a long time. I started to investigate the so-called truth from the Wanggui Mountain in the Northern Wei Dynasty."

The young Confucian scholar just looked at Yi Xiao with a smile on his face, and patted his feather fan lightly on his chest, signaling him to continue talking.

"There is a lot of evidence. Regarding the fire, there is also the destruction of corpses and traces in Jiangnan Road in the first year of the Spring and Autumn Period."

Yi Xiao looked straight into the teacher's eyes and said seriously: "Killing a person is not a shameful thing, or burying the truth in a fire becomes a shameful thing."

"Anything in this world, once done, will leave traces, and all traces can be traced, so I found Lin Yi, and from Lin Yi I found Wei Wudao."

His Highness's voice did not carry the slightest bit of joy, he just narrated all this calmly, saying: "In Lanling City, I saw the so-called 'truth'. Xiao Wang told me the truth, and then Yi Shaoran sent me the truth, Wei Wudao's death, Lin Yi's death, the sword wounds on their bodies, and the traces left by Liu Tao. These links are linked together and form a perfect circle. .”

"All the clues point to the 'truth', Bing Sheng killed my mother."

"Every one is so closely connected, there is no way to start, and I have no more clues to check."

When saying these words, Yi Xiao's voice was neither sad nor happy, and at the end, there was some self-deprecating meaning.

"If there is no accident, I may never know the truth in this life."

"If... I don't open the soul sea."

When the young Confucian scholar heard this, there was obvious admiration in his eyes, like appreciation, more like emotion, he said softly: "Enter the tenth realm of soul power, sink yourself into the soul sea, and finally break through the road It is really difficult to prohibit this, I never thought you could do it."

Yi Xiao laughed at herself and said, "Teacher, I thought you were an omniscient person."

When Yuan Tiangang heard this, he nodded with a smile, acquiescing to Yi Xiao's meaning.

Yi Xiao said, "But there are some things you never thought of."

The firelight blew the plain white robe, and the young man stretched out a hand with some difficulty, pressed down the corner of the robe, and asked with a smile: "For example?"

"For example, the incident just now."

Yi Xiao paused slightly, and then said: "For another example, there are people in this world who transcend cause and effect."

Yuan Tiangang held a feather fan with one hand. In the blazing fire wind, he looked like a weak young man. With the other hand, he held down the white robe with some difficulty, and asked curiously: "Actually, there is one thing I don't know. I thought... how did you find out about Lin Yi?"

Yi Xiao looked at her teacher.

He thought to himself, the teacher is really not an all-knowing and omnipotent person.

Then he pointed to his eyes, with a sincere and sincere tone: "I remember him."

Yuan Tiangang let out a sigh of relief, and laughed, "I almost forgot that some people in this world are born unfair."

Yi Xiao didn't speak any more.

He just silently looked at Yuan Tiangang, his teacher, the young Confucian scholar who smiled purely and innocently in the firelight.

Silent for a long time.

He asked softly, "So?"

Yuan Tiangang kept laughing.

"Lin Yi, Wei Wudao, and Lu Songqing, the soldier saint, are not the final murderers."

The little Highness stood in front of the white-clothed man, without turning his head, he could hear the even breathing of the woman behind him.

Everyone in the fire died.

Except for my own mother.

A practitioner with the appearance of a dragon and a snake killed all the assassins who tried to hold him back, saved his infant child, and was trapped in the sea of ​​fire.

She didn't deserve to die.

The figures standing outside the fire, no one entered the fire, they just stood silently and silently, with complex and regretful colors in their eyes, except for the order from the sky above their heads, reason told them not to rush in. In the sea of ​​fire.

The white-clothed woman in the sea of ​​flames is not only the saint of the Demon Sect, but also a great practitioner of celestial physique. She is also a mother at this moment.

In the swaddle in her arms is a newly born, brand new life.

But that life is extremely fragile.

So those people standing outside the sea of ​​fire, no matter they are good or bad, good or evil, if they rush into the sea of ​​fire, they will be ruthlessly plundered and killed by Murong.

The corpses everywhere have proved this point.

The flames continued to crackle, burning the hot iron, the corpse of the horse, and the charred bones. The high temperature kept compressing the distance from the woman in white.

It was dead silent for a long time.

Yi Xiao clenched his hairpin tightly. He looked at his teacher and asked seriously, "Is this the final truth?"

The last truth
Yi Xiao had suspected countless times that the murderer behind the arson case, the person who killed his mother, was his teacher.

He could indeed put this hatred on his teacher.

Tian Que's inaction.

But these people who entered the sea of ​​flames, besides those Jiangnan Dao martial arts killers who wanted to assassinate Murong, also had good intentions. Lin Yi from the seventh group wanted to rush into the sea of ​​flames, but was stopped by Wei Wudao, otherwise he would be reduced to a group at this moment. corpse.

What is the final truth?

Yi Xiao looked at her teacher.

The fire light swept up, fell, annihilated, and rekindled in his pupils.

The young man in white robe standing in the center of the flames looked at him, smiling all the time.

Yuan Tiangang didn't answer this question, he looked at himself with a hint of pity and sympathy.

He only said two words.

"look up."

Yi Xiao raised his head in a little bewilderment, and was stunned to see those people in Huohaihai.

Lin Yi clenched her lips tightly, with a sad expression and could not bear it.

Bing Sheng shook his head, turned around and drove his horse away.

Wei Wudao, the old fox stretched out his sleeves, and wiped the dry marks on his cheeks.

Yi Xiao only felt dry mouth.

He slowly turned his head in disbelief, he saw the white clothes, and moved to a comfortable seat.

Dozens of corpses were piled up on Xiaopo, Murong just leaned against it lightly, her white sleeves were rolled up, her eyes were still bright, but the vitality in her whole body had already been exhausted.

The plain white clothes were stained with mottled blood. At this moment, she still holds the sword in one hand and the cloth strips tied on both sides of her shoulders with the other, and uses her meager vitality to protect the last swaddle in her arms.

The woman's eyes were fixed on those people in Huohaihai.

In fact, her vision had long been blurred, and she couldn't see how many figures flickered beyond the flames.

She just subconsciously hugged the baby in her arms.

Huo Haihai's figure remained silent for a long time.

The woman gently thrust the sword in front of her body.

The baby in the swaddle seemed to have no breath, and the eyes that were trying to open slowly opened, and then were unable to close.

There was a dead silence, no breath.

The woman smiled, and wiped off the little blood stained on the baby's cheek with her hand, paying the amount for the amount.

She kisses the newborn baby.

whispered.

"Survive."

The sea of ​​flames boiled suddenly, and the rumbling flames seemed to be suppressed extremely low by invisible pressure. Two illusory long shadows, one dragon and one snake, streaked across the sky like whips and lightning.

With a clear cry, the baby opened his eyes again.

In Tianxin, cool raindrops fell and fell into the sea of ​​flames, instantly being burned into nothingness.

Then there was an untimely torrential downpour.

There were corpses all over the place, some of which were completely burned, and the ashes were washed away, while others were wet and leaned together like cleanly chopped firewood.

When the sporadic flames were scattered and extinguished by the heavy rain, the bloody aura of Jiangnan Road slowly dissipated.

The baby in the swaddle is crying constantly, which is the birth of a new life.

And the woman holding the blood-stained baby, maintaining the last posture before her life, smiling and kissing the baby's forehead, has already lost her vitality.

Some people live in the fire, some people die in the fire.

It rained continuously.

Yuan Tiangang's voice could be clearly heard in the heavy rain.

"Look, you are always so stubborn. Everyone wants to stop you and prevent you from seeing the final truth. You must check it out, and you must see it. Now you have seen it."

Yi Xiao was trembling all over, his face had already lost a trace of blood.

Yuan Tiangang said softly: "As you said, no one can kill her. Except herself."

"So her death was chosen by herself. In the fire, if there is life, there will be death."

The voice of the young Confucian scholar was indifferent and sad.

"You live, she dies."

"Congratulations, you finally found the murderer who killed Murong."

(End of this chapter)