"A person's cultivation is in his own heart, and he can't care about the gossip of others. Chen Fan said lightly.

"Not really. Gu Motian retorted, "If you accumulate goodness and become virtuous, the gods will be complacent, and if you accumulate slander, you will be ruined, and a small reputation loss is enough to ruin a person, and you can't check it." ”

Chen Fan was silent for a moment, "Then please go and investigate." ”

Gu Motian nodded and went out.

Looking out of the courtyard, Chen Fan looked down at the small tablet in his hand, Mo Xuan, what Dad did for you is over, hey.

Chen Fan's eyes had a slight trance.

In the ancient dynasty of Juliu, criticism gradually rose, just like a spring rain on the outskirts of Kyoto last night, even if it moisturized things silently, it gradually formed a boiling trend.

Especially under the deliberate promotion of some people, there are already people everywhere in the streets and alleys, Kyoto, and teahouses and alleys.

After all, it's a really big deal.

The Han Mansion was destroyed, and the 2,000 heads hanging up and down the Han Mansion were still there, forming a terrifying Jingguan. It's absolutely appalling to say such a thing.

Secretly, the reputation is boiling.

This storm of public opinion formed by the government and the opposition has gradually affected Chen Fan, in the past few days, Chen Fan has been in a trance, the whole person is a little abnormal, and his cultivation has also been a little up and down.

Chen Fan has been practicing for seven days in a row, and he has not made any progress at all, and there are still signs of regression in this cultivation!

Chen Fan even shed blood several times in the process of cultivation.

"What's going on?"

In the middle of the night, in a trance, Chen Fan sat up, wiped his body, it was all blood, Chen Fan closed his eyes and recuperated, feeling that the qi and blood in the dantian were churning, churning very much.

The mood couldn't be calmed for a long time, and the whole person seemed to be grabbed by an invisible hand.

"Cultivation is loose, there is an unstable foundation in the past few days, and the impulse to go mad is not because of the 'crowd of gold', which has affected him?" Chen Fan hesitated.

Chen Fan had never tried this kind of feeling before, but this feeling of cultivation was swaying, and it was very much like a rumor.

Chen Fan is just a mere hug pill, once the 'crowd is golden', with Chen Fan's realm, he can't bear it at all.

Once in an ancient dynasty, there was a murderous Xuanying national teacher in the ancient dynasty, eating a baby every night, causing the ancient dynasty to boil the people's resentment, the demon master still did not change his mind, sent people to kill people everywhere, arrested the people who ridiculed him, ten years down, killing people like hemp, the ancient dynasty up and down the road to the eye, dare to be angry and dare not speak.

A year later, the resentment of the ancient dynasty reached the extreme, causing the ancient dynasty to be scolded by hundreds of millions of subjects.

Overnight, millions of people were killed, and the people's grievances not only did not go down, but showed a trend of oil and prosperity.

The demon master screamed miserably, his cultivation plummeted, his seven orifices spurted blood, and he was punished by a heavenly punishment from the sky, and he was on the verge of death.

The demon master landed on the ground, and was hugged by the angry people, one by one, bitten to death, the people's will cannot be violated, this is what he said.

Chen Fan gasped roughly, he couldn't sleep in the middle of the night, his heart was churning, Chen Fan was wondering if he had done something wrong, and killed all the people of the Han family in a fit of anger. What is the difference between such behavior and Han Litian's killing of his own daughter?

Chen Fan asked himself, questioned himself a few words, thought about it, got up, and sat alone in the middle of the night, looking at himself in the bronze mirror.

I don't know if I don't look at it, Chen Fan was shocked when he saw it, his face in the mirror was haggard, his whole face was yellow and thin, and his aging went down a lot.

"How so?"

Chen Fan touched his hand, his forehead was full of sweat, sweat and cold sweat, Chen Fan held the table with his hand and wanted to stand up, but he found that he was so weak that he couldn't do it, and the person seemed to be soaked in water.

Suddenly there was a loud buzzing in my ears, "Executioner." "Murderous", "Crazy"......

Countless noisy scolding sounded, coming out of the void around Chen Fan, in the market, in the restaurant, in the tea shop, the sound of angry scolding came from thousands of miles away, buzzing.

"No, I didn't!"

Chen Fan was angry, holding his head with both hands, trembling all over, he had a body of cultivation but he couldn't use it.

"You are so cruel, kill two thousand people from the Han family. ”

"You're the executioner. ”

"In order to avenge your daughter, you did not hesitate to kill so many people, you are too selfish and unworthy to become an immortal. ”

“……”

Countless questioning voices came out at once, Chen Fan opened his mouth, and a mouthful of blood sprayed on the bronze mirror, Chen Fan sat down, and the voices in his ears disappeared all at once, and suddenly disappeared, and it was completely wiped out.

Chen Fan gasped roughly, sweating like rain.

"Daddy, Daddy. ”

Suddenly, another voice sounded, Chen Fan raised his head violently, the bronze mirror in front of him was full of blood, and suddenly, a face full of blood appeared, looking directly at Chen Fan from the bronze mirror.

"Bang", Chen Fan knocked over the bronze mirror, staggered back, and suddenly remembered something, Chen Fan turned his head to look.

Isn't the picture in the bronze mirror behind the refraction?

As soon as he turned his head, Chen Fan screamed.

It's too close!

It's already face to face, this is a bloody face, I can vaguely see that it is Mo Xuan's face, Chen Fan kicked back and then retreated, I don't know when he was behind him, Mo Xuan stood there motionless, his head had been cut off, and he was holding him in his arms.

"Dad, what's wrong with you?" Mo Xuan burst into tears and walked towards herself step by step.

"Mo Xuan?" Chen Fan didn't run away anymore, just stared blankly at the person in front of him, and even she didn't realize that she was approaching Chen Fan towards him.

"Dad, I'm so scared. ”

Mo Xuan, who had a severed head, hugged her head and cried at Chen Fan, "I'm so cold, why weren't you there that day, woo woo." ”

"Dad, I'm so scared. ”

"Poof", Chen Fan knelt down directly, howling and crying, "Mo Xuan!"

"I hate it!"

When Chen Fan raised his head, Mo Xuan was already gone, Chen Fan rushed up, and he was at a loss, "Xuanxuan, Xuanxuan!"

"Bang", Chen Fan slammed open the door in one fell swoop, and a cold wind blew in, and Chen Fan was stupid.

Under the night moon, I don't know when my yard was densely packed with people, from the door, in the yard, all the way to the outside of the yard, dead and silent, almost impossible to see the end, all corpses, standing there one by one, holding their big heads in their hands, two thousand Han family members.

Countless corpses just stood in the courtyard like this, and after a while, they walked over to Chen Fan one by one, "Give me back my life." ”

"Give me my life. ”

From the heads in the hands of these people, they suddenly lifted up in unison, and looked at Chen Fan in their dead eyes.