Since he was a child, Yong interrupted a disciple of Confucianism, believing in the teachings of the saints, his martial arts are mediocre, but his literary brilliance is extraordinary. The pen is so dislike www.biquge.info fists and feet, and he has no quarrel with the world, and he enjoys the spring and autumn in the Confucian academy, and has spent more than 20 years between the pen, ink and paper.

However, that year, the acquaintance with the Taoist woman completely changed the trajectory of Yong's interrupted life...

The plot of the story is about just a paper umbrella, a few witty words, and then the back of the green clothes and the shocking side face are deeply imprinted in his heart and can no longer be erased.

After a few entanglements, a few deep feelings, the scholar who fell in love was willing to leave the academy, let go of everything, and fly with his sweetheart to travel the rivers and lakes.

Unfortunately, it was all just a good dream.

The elders in charge not only separated the two, but also cut off the meridians of the woman's body, abolished her martial arts, and imprisoned her in the mountain gate.

Yong interrupted his worries about the safety of his lover, and went to the door to ask for people regardless of the difference between the court, but in the end it turned into a wide-ranging conflict between Taoists and Confucians... But it was too late.

In the end, the woman he loved also became a victim of this incident, and was forced to commit suicide by poisoning, but she died...

Since that day, Yong's heart has been cold, as if it had been changed. He is no longer busy with pen and ink, and he no longer dances and inks, and he only has hatred in his heart, he desperately practices martial arts, and does not hesitate to try all kinds of dangerous methods to improve his strength... However, the martial arts are long, and it is difficult for those with mediocre talents to reach the end of their lives. After decades of hard work, he finally realized that he would not be able to step into the innate category in his lifetime...

But in order to take revenge on the side branch of that Daomen, he did not give up, and his personal strength could not be improved, so he turned to other aspects, desperately climbing to the high position of Confucianism and gaining greater power! Trying to use the power of Confucianism to fulfill his long-cherished wish... However, before he could gain enough strength, the sect he had tried to take revenge on was destroyed in a three-religion internal struggle and disappeared into the rivers and lakes.

-- Up to this point, Yong's interrupted life has been full of tragedy, but the cruel reality has made the director of Qingzhu Academy even more radical and cynical.

The hatred that could not be vented was pushed by people with a heart, and finally turned into dissatisfaction with the shackles of the three religions, and over time, time finally carved him into what he is now!

… In front of Yan Guming, the injured mediocrity of the sea of qi should not be able to adjust half of the true qi, but the huge anger and unwillingness made the old man's eyebrows distort for a while, and the fingers that were overused were even embedded in the soil.

"Mr. Yong, is there anything else to say so far?"

“…”

"Hey... Mr... Ay... If it weren't for Brother Yan's reminder, Mr. would have made a big mistake, and he was a Confucian disciple who was willing to report the conspirators behind him with his guilt, so as to comfort those Confucian students who died in vain. ”

"Cast a big mistake? Innocent death? Scold... Hehe... Hahahaha! ”

The seriously injured body couldn't suppress the demonic thoughts in his head, and after thinking about it, the last layer of the disguised Confucian qi finally receded from Yong's interrupted body, and with it, the true qi that burst retrograde in the meridians, and the ferocious energy that returned to the light before death!

"I wasn't wrong! I wasn't wrong! It's you who bear me! It's Confucianism who bears me! It's the people of the world who bear me! ”

The power of decades of liberation is all cathartic, and at the moment of death, there is still no remorse in the eyes of Yong, only endless madness.

The power of the palms shot with the power of destroying the sky was fierce, and the terrifying energy that swept everything shook the entire cave uneasy, and before the strong move, the storm was frontal, and the figure of the young man was independent.

"Brother Yan be careful!"

Seeing the fierce moves, Tan Wuxin, who was not good at cultivation, could only remind him, and on the other side, Zhou Muqing, who was not good at fighting against others, could only hold up a protective air shield in front of him, but he was powerless to rescue.

Sigh, gaze

The re-held Xiaoyao Fan spread against the wind, and in the face of the counterattack of the demon before he died, Yan Guming had no sorrow or joy, and there was no trace of emotional fluctuations on his face.

The hatred is as deep as the sea, and it is not the same as the sky, but in fact, it is just the word anger - it is said that the rivers and lakes are ruthless and the general trend is forcing people, but in fact, why are people not forcing the rivers and lakes? In the end, it's not that I can't find the flawless self who sang late in the fishing boat at the beginning...

"It's the rivers and lakes that bear you, but it's also you who bears your original intention..."

The fierce wind struck, Yan Guming only had time to sigh lightly, and then the seemingly weak fan met the terrifying palm power - the same liberation realm cultivation, although the momentum of Yong's death fight was terrifying, but for Yan Guming, who was good at counterattacking, it was not irresolvable.

Yin and Yang turn against the heart of the operation, the power of the stars to help, only to see the boundless turbulence in the sudden gust of wind - the flexible fan let go of a turn, in a moment, as if to destroy everything the angry palm will come to an abrupt end like a tragedy that interrupts a lifetime, between heaven and earth, only a gust of mournful breeze remains, washing away someone's unrepaid grudge...

In front of him, it seemed that the light rain of that year appeared again, and he remembered the paper umbrella and the back, but the gradually blurred vision was no matter what, and he couldn't see the side face that haunted him.

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