“… Seeing that the fight was about to end with one punch, the human king stopped and let the monster go? ”

“… Precisely. ”

The room was as large as a courtyard, and the furnishings were very simple, except for some simple and hard sandalwood tables and chairs, all of which were dark black, with straight lines, without any carvings or curves, as if they were sitting on them and standing around them, with a solemn demeanor and a straight waist.

The old man sitting at the top of the house, with frosty hair and a dragon clock on his face, seemed to be old enough to fall down at any time, but he still sat straight and looked very serious.

"But that's not right... What do you think, Zigong? ”

Faced with doubts, the man in the Confucian robe, who was about thirty years old, stood on his right hand and bowed slightly, indicating that he still needed to think about it for a while.

"So, Zixia, what do you think?"

The man who was older than Zigong spoke quickly and had a clear attitude.

"Well, you think we should make a little more observations... So, what about you? ”

On the left side, a giant man as tall as a mountain, speaks very simply, but his attitude is very resolute.

"You think it's time to step in... The 'respect' given to the Wang family is enough, and that monster can't be allowed to do evil again, which is good. ”

Disagreeing with Zilu's opinion, Zixia believes that the strength of the dark is still inconclusive, the weaknesses are not clear, and the attitude of the Wang family is not clear, if Zi intervenes in this way, it will not only make the Wang family unhappy, but it may also cause a lot of damage.

Opposing Zigong's view, Zilu was the first to go, and the middle-aged Confucian scholar named Zeng Shen believed that the most important thing was whether the darkness was "damned", not whether he was strong or weak.

"Shrinking from self-reflection, although tens of millions of people have gone to me... That is the spirit of our Confucianism. ”

Frowning, the old man obviously still couldn't make up his mind, and after thinking about it for a while, he went to ask the Confucian scholar who had been standing behind him and had always been silent.

"So, after listening to everyone's opinions, son, what do you think?"

Slightly older than Zilu, in his thirties, dressed in the same style, the only difference between the Confucian scholar was that he was dressed in a white robe, and he smiled, but he first threw the question to the boy in Tsing Yi who was standing in the farthest place, but eleven or twelve years old.

"Yan Hui... What's your opinion that I'd like to hear first? ”

owed a debt, Yan Hui said that he did not fully agree with the opinions of both parties.

"That monster... He needs to be stopped as soon as possible because he's already killed too many people, but... Nor am I in favor of destroying him, because we still know everything about him. ”

Hearing Yan Hui's opinion, the first person to react was not the first person, but the bearded man who had been standing in the middle and reporting the details of Wang Siqian's battle with the darkness to everyone.

"Hui, you still believe that everyone has good thoughts in their hearts, and you want to give everyone a chance, but I tell you, it really doesn't work."

Unconvinced, Yan Hui seemed to want to refute, but with a chuckle, the white-robed Confucian waved his hand to stop the two.

"Yan Hui's kindness and sincerity are his most valuable points, especially when these two things appear in the body of a 'genius', it is even more difficult, so I am very willing to see them maintained."

"But your opinion is not wrong, as the only dark Confucian among us, you must have a hard heart, like all the sages who have inherited this ancient name for thousands of years, and always stand in the dark to defend Confucianism with a sword, you have really witnessed too much ugliness."

A few words appeased the two who had differences, and the white-robed Confucian asked the Tai for some details of the battle, and after pondering for a while, he smiled and said: "King of the People, I only have a few faces with him, and I feel that he is a person who attaches great importance to 'principles', especially 'dignity', well... Even if it is said that he has a 'cleanliness habit', it may not be an exaggeration. ”

"So, my opinion... Maybe it's the same as Zigong. ”

With a smile, Zigong said: "It's an honor." ”

Fang Huan Xu glanced at the others, and said slowly: "In my opinion, this matter is not over, and the king of people will stop halfway, and there must be other intentions, so we had better be..."

“… Static braking, and watch the change. ”

At first glance, everything is white.

White clothes, white hats, white shoes... White banners, white tents, white flags... Everything is white.

The sound of the trumpet came and went, although there was a reluctant squeeze out of the false feelings, but there were also sincere memories of the sad cry, the smell of cigarettes lingered, smelling for a while, making people feel restless.

Standing quietly in front of the spirit, Wang Siqian's face did not have tears, not even Qi Rong.

He just stood there quietly, looking at the nailed coffin, at the heavy plank that separated him from his wife forever, just like that, and he made everyone around him cower and try to avoid him.

"Len..."

It was almost a "gentle" whisper, so weak that even the family members behind him couldn't hear it clearly, if there was still one of the hundreds of people in this courtyard who could hear it clearly... It would just be curled up in the farthest corner, wrapped from head to toe in white, frozen to the point of motionless darkness.

On that day, on Yangdun Mountain, the darkness was completely defeated, but he didn't make up for the last blow, stopped his fist in the air, stared for a long time, and Wang Siqian, who was depressed, said something that the darkness didn't expect at all.

"You can't forget... Well, I'll try to forget. ”

With an ice-like attitude, Wang Siqian rescued the darkness, took him back to Wang's house, and disguised him so that he could stay in this courtyard.

"Because of Lun's self-sacrifice, I can understand your feelings, but it is not what I want... If I win like this, I won't forgive myself for the rest of my life. ”

"And, I want to... Len, she should be willing to let you see you off. ”

For this reason, darkness came to this spirit, staring blankly at everything in front of him. Like Wang Siqian, he... There were no tears either.

On the day of the spirit, Wang Siqian refused everyone's wishes, personally carried the very huge coffin, and carried his wife to the Wang family's cemetery step by step. Without a single tear, he personally placed the coffin into a very large tomb of his own choosing, and sealed the tomb with a stone.

"The next time this place is opened, it's time for me to lie in..."

Saying these extremely ominous words in a calm voice, Wang Siqian made the children of the Wang family present feel a chill flowing down their backs, and seemed to want more shock, and he even said that he would not continue the strings.

"There will always be someone who can inherit the royal family... But it won't be my son. ”

Always calm, but exuding a strong feeling of frost, repelling people from thousands of miles away, some majestic, powerful, ruthless, indifferent... Some feelings that seem to be incomparably far away from the "human world" make none of the kings, including nearly a hundred elders, dare to stand up against this decision, and they bowed down together, and they showed their respect and obedience to Wang Siqian with practical actions.

At dusk, the crowd dispersed, leaving only one Wang Siqian, a Wang Siqian who said that he hoped to "keep the spirit" here.

The moon rose, indescribably cold and lonely, under the moonlight, Wang Siqian stood silently. Behind him, a black shadow at least a head taller than him, wrapped in a huge cloak.

It wasn't until the moon passed in the middle of the sky that Wang Siqian raised his head, looked at the moon that was slowly cutting through the clouds like an ice condensation knife, and let out the first sigh of tonight.

With a long sigh, he turned around more slowly.

"Len... Let's go. ”

Nodding silently, the darkness did not speak.

"People... Whether a person exists, I think, may depend on someone else. ”

There was no intention of fighting at all, and there was no sadness at all, in Wang Siqian's expression, there was only emptiness, a very confused emptiness.

"A person, he actually lives in the memories of others, among those who have shared the same memories with him."

"It's like my father is gone, but in my heart, he is still there, I remember him, I remember what I experienced with him."

"Again, Len is gone, but as far as you and I are concerned, she's still alive, and as long as you and I are here, she... She's still there. ”

"But as far as you and I are concerned, Len is gone, and a part of you and me is dead, forever... No one will ever be able to witness again, no one will ever be able to understand... Right? ”

"So..."

The voice was low and there was no vitality, and the darkness asked Wang Siqian, was this the reason that made him let himself go?

"Not exactly, but it could also be..."

Very lonely, Wang Siqian put his hands in his hands and looked at the moon.

"The children of the Wang family, they respect and fear me now more than ever... After I lost so much. Instead, they respected and feared me even more. ”

"I, I can almost see the road ahead of me, I know I'm going to go far and high... Some, a place below a few, above a thousand people, but, so what? ”

"When there are no people who have watched me grow up, when there are no people who have been young with me, when no one can witness my dreams and failures... When everyone around me is admirers who don't know me at all and don't want to know me, when there is no one to share memories with me... What's the point of going to a great place and doing something great? ”

Letting out a strange laugh, the darkness asked in a very simple and scathing way, and with such a feeling, whether Wang Siqian was ready to give up everything and stop working hard.

"No..."

Slowly shaking his head, Wang Siqian's face showed some resoluteness.

"I... I have my responsibilities, some responsibilities as the head of the royal family, some responsibilities that others have entrusted to me, some... I can't shirk the responsibility that I have to fulfill. ”

"If the people who entrusted me with the responsibility were still there, I might have other options, but, now..."

The voice gradually weakened to nothing, and after thinking for a while, Wang Siqian told the darkness more clearly that the first responsibility he had to fulfill at present was the darkness.

"Unless, you can stop yourself and stop killing for no reason again."

"Are you still trying to make me a good person..."

With a strange smile, the darkness told Wang Siqian that it was too late.

"It's too late... I, I can't go back, and I don't want to. ”

"In that case... I don't think we have any choice. ”

"Yes... For a long time... Since that night last year, we haven't had any choice. ”

Personally cut off the last possibility of a peaceful settlement, and his dark expression was still very calm, and after that, he asked Wang Siqian even more questions.

"There's one thing I've always cared about... If I can't forget, you can forget... What does that mean? ”

With a long sigh, Wang Siqian waved his hand and turned back to face the tombstone.

"In short, I will never use that advantage to defeat you, and I will not use Lun's death to defeat you..."

It seemed that he didn't want to continue the topic, and Wang Siqian quickly threw out the final speech.

"So, ten... No, thirty days later, still on Yangdun Mountain, let's put it all to an end! ”