Longmen Memoirs

"...Feel free to give it a try."

They gradually began to lose their minds, immersed in this moment on the battlefield in a foreign country, immersed in fighting each other.

Hatred always comes without reason, and hatred doesn't actually need many reasons.

Every fight was a fight to the death, and every fight was fought with all his strength.

No mercy, no mercy.

The dragon's figure looks the same from a distance.

They rolled on the ground, each other's fists falling on each other, leaving injuries, broken bones and tendons.

You can feel the tremor of the earth every time you land a punch, and every fight with the opponent brings new injuries. There are more and more injuries on your body, and your steps become heavier.

They were immersed in this short and false hatred.

These two people are trapped in the past, these two people have taken on each other's lives, but failed to live the lives that each other should have. Perhaps they have become unrecognizable monsters.

Perhaps, even they themselves are looking forward to this day.

Not looking forward to the other person's death, but looking forward to his own death, looking forward to the end of this long suffering and torture, looking forward to being relieved.

over the years.

They are each other's only remaining relatives, and they are also relatives who have never met each other. Maybe it is fate, or maybe fate has laid the foreshadowing many years ago.

It tells these people who are still alive that this day will come. It tells these people that you are living so falsely.

That life connected by lies will never end until death.

The snow gradually fell.

The rain came suddenly and without any warning.

The snow was getting heavier, and the two people in the snow were already exhausted. The only thing that supported them was the obsession in their hearts, which may not be considered obsession for Chen Mo.

They stared at each other's figures in the dark night and snow, and finally stopped.

Two monsters with ferocious faces, maybe they are no longer human.

Breathing slowly and hastily, white snowflakes flooded this sad world. In the snow curtain, the falling snow looked so beautiful. The snow gently caressed the solidified blood on the body, but the dripping and miserable wounds looked more and more ferocious in the snow.

Chen Mo has never liked heavy snow.

He always had some bad memories left in Daxue's past, whether before or after going to the orphanage, the snow took away everything he had left.

Sisuitai Tianshu Pavilion

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"Has Your Highness ever thought about what you want to do in the future?"

"Why do you ask this, sir?"

"Your Highness's Lei method has improved rapidly, much faster than that of my unsatisfactory disciple. When I asked that stupid disciple a few days ago, she actually said that she wanted to join the Supervision Department of Dali Temple in the future to plead for the people and uphold the law. Righteousness."

"Sir doesn't look happy?"

"Of course I'm happy for you, a fool, to be angry like this, but your highness, most things are not as beautiful as they seem."

"…Sir, what advice do you have?"

"His Highness has a deep obsession with thunder, and the white thunder is stained red. I boldly assert whether there is any injustice in His Highness's heart."

"...Why do you teach me, sir?"

"Your Highness does not deny it?"

"Do not deny."

"Your Highness, can you let go of your obsession?"

"……cannot."

"Oh, it should be so. Your Highness knows that in this world, many injustices originate from the heart. It is as empty as ghosts and monsters, and the road is also difficult. If you can't control yourself, why can your heart be controlled by yourself?"

"gentlemen……"

"Your Highness, you don't understand?"

"don't know."

"It's a good thing that you don't understand. Your Highness, please go away. You don't have to come here again, I [~{

"Sir, are you going to abandon me?"

"It seems that Your Highness understands. Understanding is not necessarily a bad thing."

That day he left Si Suitai, and that day he failed to let go of his obsession.

He just wants to know why he was abandoned.

He was just unwilling. He just felt that this shouldn't be like this. His mother and concubine shouldn't die, and he shouldn't live like this.

But looking back, the capital is so big, and its high walls and thick courtyards have locked up everyone's yearnings and all the hopes that shouldn't be had.

How hard it is to let go.

How can I live without hating him?

This land is so vast, but he has nowhere to find a place to settle down.

I envy you, of course I envy you. I envy you for being saved by others and not having to live like me. I envy your freedom, I envy you for being loved by others, and I envy the life that should belong to me.

But I also hate you, hate you for taking away my life, hate the parents who abandoned me, hate their ruthlessness, hate the royal family's indifference, hate that man's condescension, hate my own powerlessness, hate my own weakness.

Longmen East City

He stood in front of the cemetery and looked at the two moss-covered tombstones. No one cared about the tombstones, so naturally no one paid any attention to them.

Twenty years later, he grew up and stood here, but they were lying inside.

He had something he wanted to say, but he didn't know where to mention it or who to say it to.

Many complaints and resentments were made to the mountain ghosts.

He heard footsteps behind him.

"What did Longmen say?" he asked.

"There are three objections and four objections, and the words are unclear. The fact that the supervisor died in the line of duty is not true. I suspect that Longmen Ding is deeply involved in this matter."

"It should be so. This is his dragon gate after all. Have you seen Wei Yanwu?"

"...Wei Yanwu didn't know that Your Highness was here."

"Then there's no need to tell him. Let the supervisor stay and continue to investigate the matter. Longmen wants to give Dayan an explanation. No matter what kind of explanation it is, Wei Yanwu must give it. He can't help it."

"Yes." The supervisor behind him hesitated to speak.

"What else?"

"Does your Highness's coming here need to be reported to Dali Temple?"

"Just deal with it fairly."

"Here."

The inspector left. He stretched out his hand and gently touched the tombstone. It felt rough and uneven. He stared at the yellowed and blurred photo on the tombstone.

"I'm coming..." He whispered, but he couldn't say those two words after all.

From the day they made their choice, there was nothing left between them and him.

He retracted his hand and looked back at the majestic city in the distance. Under the gloomy sky, the wind blew his long black hair, which was in this city.

They took an unrelated person and hid for nearly 20 years.

He wanted to come and see the place where they lived, but after he actually arrived here, there was no extra emotion in his heart, only calmness and indifference.

He has always been a cool person, whether in the military camp or in the palace. This is the only thing he learned from his father. Only those who are cool will not be involved in emotions, and only those who are cool can move forward step by step. A high position, holding great power.

Wei Yanwu is just a poor loser who can't protect anyone.

They are all……

You can't help yourself, sir, you said it lightly. In that case, why do you hide in Sisuitai behind closed doors.

How hard it is to let go.

Once I let it go, there really is nothing left.

The monsters stared at each other in the heavy snow under the night sky.

The dark night in Kazdaele was terrifyingly deep, but the dazzling electric light tore through the deep night.

The falling snowflakes were torn into pieces and melted by the blue flames.

They reflected each other's figures in each other's eyes.

At the same time, they smashed into the heavy snow in the sky, and rushed towards each other with their broken bodies. The completely different light illuminated the two monster figures lost in this suffering land.

Blood spurted out, staining Chen Mo's face red.

The sharp claws pierced the heart, and the thick and hot blood spread over the dark scales, spreading over the ruins of the earth.

King Wu's raised hand failed to fall.

The electric light gradually extinguished in the palm of his hand, and the jumping and flashing red lightning was stained with scarlet blood, but at this moment, it turned into the same color as snow.

Chen Mo was stunned.

He saw the smile on King Wu's face, which was exactly the same as the original 052, and he didn't want to think about it that way.

"you……"

"Why?" King Wu spat out blood, but his smile became clearer: "I... really want to kill you, even in my dreams, I want to kill you, kill you, and then kill that person, but it's a pity that I can't hold on. At that time, it was really...a pity that I couldn't avenge that poor woman myself."

He lowered his hand and leaned helplessly on Chen Mo's shoulder in the heavy snow.

His breath gradually weakened, but at this moment his heart felt extremely relaxed. He was free, and he only got this freedom before he died.

He knew that he couldn't kill the person in front of him, even if he got here, even if he tried every means, relying on thunder method, relying on his obsession, but these were already doomed, had been doomed many years ago.

He didn't want to linger in this endless hatred and powerless struggle. At the last moment, he chose to escape. At least this was his own choice, even though this choice was already destined.

"You'd better remember your name. They died for you. You'd better not forget this... I'll give you a final message, Chen Mo... don't go back to Yan Country. No matter what happens, don't go back."

His voice rang in Chen Mo's ears, and he finally stopped breathing.

He never felt remorse for the parents who abandoned him. He had his own mother and someone who loved him. He was his mother's son and remained so until his death.

Chen Mo failed to make any reaction.

He seemed to have lost consciousness, letting the heavy snow fall from the sky, falling on the body that was gradually losing its temperature and falling on him.

Blood was dripping down his arm, and the black scales slowly faded away. He was covered in bruises, but there was no sense of gratitude or joy in his heart for surviving.

Only those who survive can continue to suffer, and only those who survive can suffer.

Now, he finally killed the only relic they had left on this land with his own hands.

Kill me and you will become me.

I don’t know how long it took, maybe a minute, maybe an hour, the snow became heavier and heavier until it completely covered the calm battlefield.

There were dense footsteps walking through the thick snow, and the visitor was half-kneeling behind Chen Mo.

"...Your Highness." He opened his mouth and said softly. "It looks like you won."

Chen Mo slowly turned his head and looked at the person half-kneeling behind him and the figure behind him. They put down a few heads belonging to the Pardoner.

"I am not your highness."

"We are here to welcome His Highness back home!"

The sound behind him shook the falling snow.

"If I refuse..."

"Before leaving, His Majesty made an explanation. Whether he returns or not depends on His Highness's will. The Pardoner has withdrawn from this battlefield. His Majesty said that His Highness will eventually go back. Only by returning can He get what His Highness wants."