Tan Hengshu's eyebrows jumped, and he looked at the person who was talking about him left and right slightly, and he immediately understood the dissatisfaction of the person next to him who wanted to be long-winded, and immediately smiled and reminded Ling Lanyi: "Don't talk about anything else, tell a story." ”

Ling Lanyi leaned on the rockery behind him, sighing like melancholy, and looking quite comfortable, it seemed that the heartstrings that had been tense for many days had been relaxed at this moment. He glanced up at the ruined courtyard, as if he remembered a happy time long ago, and said, "Let me tell you the story of a little boy." This little boy was very poor when he was a child, and his family was poor, and his mother was a geisha in a brothel, and he became good with the head of a family of cultivators. In order to wait for the immortal cultivator, his mother waited night and night that he could come back to redeem her body and then take them away, but after waiting for more than ten years, there was no news. The mother saved up all the money and left the land of fireworks with the little boy to earn a living. Since he was a child, the boy was ridiculed as the son of a prostitute, a child without a father, and was often ridiculed and bullied by the neighborhood children. ”

The family of cultivators was in the city where they stayed, and the mother came to the door many times with tokens to confess her relatives, but was beaten all over her body by the housekeeper and instigated by the servants, and when she came back, she pretended to fall on the way to buy vegetables and didn't let the little boy know.

The little boy followed his mother to the house, and saw a middle-aged man with a kind face leading a family of wives and children out to go out, and the family was harmonious and beautiful, and they were happy, while his mother washed her face with tears, gritted her teeth, and did not know whether it was pain or hatred, but she did not go forward to see the head of the house.

Later, his mother became ill with overthinking, and the family had no ability to live and no financial support, so he had to go to the streets to beg and scrape together enough money to ask his mother for a doctor.

When begging on the street, he was often bullied by the bully who collected money or the local beggar head snake, he was only eight years old at the time, where was the opponent of these strong men who were five big and three thick, but he could only be beaten, often wounded all over his body, hungry, and came back without asking for a penny.

Seeing his mother's condition gradually deteriorating on the sickbed, he was very worried and sad, so he could only continue to beg on the streets, even if he was beaten half to death.

Later, he accidentally blocked the way of a disciple of the family, and was beaten and kicked by a group of domestic servants, and a young man who was a little older than him came out to rescue him.

That young man is a young master of a famous family, a cultivator, and his skills are very powerful, and he beat all the people who beat him down after dividing five by two, kneeling and apologizing to him, saying sorry, he will not dare in the future, and compensate for the damage.

The little boy was unkempt and disheveled, and he couldn't see his face because of the begging all day long, but he could see the young man's face clearly. The boy actually looked eight points similar to him, and if it weren't for the age difference of a few years, and the fact that he was unmasked, he would have thought that they were brothers of the same mother.

The young man is very humble and friendly, but he treats others a little indifferently, but his benevolent heart is innate, and he has upbringing and cultivation from his bones.

The young man was also surprised that the little beggar had washed up and revealed his original appearance, because the two men did look very similar. Later, they became friends, and it seemed that there was some kind of blood traction, and they couldn't help but get close to each other, and they got along like brothers who were related by blood, and they were not strangers and alienated at all.

The little boy later learned that this young man turned out to be the eldest young master of the Ling family, a young talent, and the pride of the sky was a cultivation wizard, who had always been regarded by the family as a pearl treasure and a prominent young master who was favored by thousands of people.

He knew even more that the head of the Ling family was his own father, and this young man was his eldest brother.

The boy took him back to the family, and when the head of the family saw him, he realized that he was the son of the prostitute. The little boy gave the token to the head of the family in person, but he was helpless, the head of the family couldn't get over the face, so he could only pick up the mother and daughter.

The little boy's mother finally returned to the family house as she wished, and turned into a concubine who had no worries about food and clothing, but the verbal and written insults and ridicule did not diminish much.

People often get together and say that the son born to a prostitute may not be really the flesh and blood of the master, and the master is still too kind and benevolent, and he can't see the mother and daughter suffering before he decides to take them in, but he is still very unhappy.

The little boy became the second young master of the family from a little beggar, and the disdainful eyes of others naturally did not show mercy to him, all the eyes in this family were malicious, but only the young man, his eldest brother always treated him sincerely.

His eldest brother taught him to practice, taught him to practice martial arts to strengthen his body, and he would not be bullied when he went out in the future, took him to study, taught him to write, and loved him as much as his brother.

One day, when he came back from the library, he saw several male family members bullying his mother, behaving frivolously and using filthy language, and did not treat his mother as a master at all.

The little boy was very angry, and he broke up and beat everyone up, and the news reached the ears of the old man, and he was severely punished.

On this day, his eldest brother and his father went out on business, he was confined to the room to reflect, and the family members came to seek revenge again, and they fought again. If the little boy wants to protect his mother, he must protect it, and he will inevitably have to fight again. The head of the family drank wine, and the beating was not light or heavy, and several family members were called to catch him, and his mother was slapped by the leader, grabbed his hair and threw him off to the couch in the back room.

The mother's screams for help were desperately sharp and miserable screams, and the little boy could not break free from the restraints of several middle-aged men, and roared like madness, trying to break free.

When they were happy and angry, they laughed and walked away, just as he had seen the drunkards in a brothel, and left with laughter after having fun. What a harsh voice, his mother lay motionless on the couch, her eyes hollow, as if she had been drained of her soul and had died forever.

The little boy rushed out of the house and ran wildly on the deserted street, shouting loudly, venting all his pain and anger. He hated himself for being weak, all the bullying and insulting of his mother, and he was powerless to let others slaughter him.

Hatred consumed him, anger burned his heart, and he wept in a ruined temple, and then a figure in a black cloak appeared.

The man told him that he could help him get revenge, teach him how to kill his enemies, and help him get justice.

The only condition is that he will obey him in the future and become his subordinate.

The little boy hesitated, because he did not know whether this person was friend or foe, good or bad, and he hurried home, only to find that his mother had hanged herself.

Unbearable humiliation, hanged himself, no one was sad, but many people gloated to clean up this shameful stain.

His whole being was desperate, and his hatred was stimulated by these indifferent faces, and he wanted revenge.

This thought continued to amplify in the bottom of his heart, and even became his motivation, he must take revenge.

The black-robed man reappeared, and they reached a contract, and his request was that the Ling family be destroyed.

This black-robed man is very trustworthy, and when he says that he will destroy the door, he will not leave any of them, not even the eldest brother who gets along with him day and night and treats him sincerely.

The monk was broken into gold pills, and the servants were gouged out and their tongues cut, these are all things he likes to see, and he is extremely happy to relieve his hatred and happiness.

When his eldest brother found him, the little boy was in a trance for a while, and the first task of the black-robed man to make him a subordinate was to kill his eldest brother with his own hands.

He did it, and his eldest brother's Jin Dan was kept, and the person died.

Hatred blinds his eyes, even his heart is cold, as long as he wants revenge, he can do anything.

Afterwards, he didn't know why, and often thought of the person who taught him to dance and write and practice martial arts, but the person was dead, but he still thought about how to resurrect him.

Ling Lanyi had burst into tears after saying this, crying silently, like an unconscious puppet, letting tears flow out of his eyes and on his cheeks.

After listening to this, Tan Hengshu and Qian Tingxin didn't feel good in their hearts, they didn't expect him to experience these unbearable humiliations, miserable and difficult life experiences.

Who is right and who is wrong, and who can say it clearly, but it is just a matter of retribution.

After half a while, Ling Lanyi said: "Do you still think that I am heinous, I killed these people, do you still think they are innocent?" ”

The two of them were speechless for a while, but they had endless sympathy and sorrow in their hearts.

Ling Lanyi laughed self-deprecatingly and said, "Of course, you will think that I killed so many people for revenge, the means are cruel, there is nothing to sympathize with, and it is wrong to kill innocents indiscriminately." ”

Qianling said in his heart: "Ling Lanyi, we are very sympathetic to your experience and your mother's tragic death, but you are right, in order to avenge yourself or your mother, you really shouldn't let more than 50 members of the Ling family lose their lives." If you have a vendetta against whoever you want, and what you did next, you tried so hard to bring your eldest brother back to life, which shows that you still have a trace of guilt about these things. ”

Ling Lanyi looked at her and said with a smile: "You are also a person who was coerced by the Demon Gate, let me ask if you had a choice in that situation, besides, I really hate these people, they deserve to die, and there is nothing to sympathize with." ”

Hearing this, Tan Hengshu said, "Then why do you want to resurrect your eldest brother?" ”

Ling Lanyi looked up at him, smiled sadly, and said, "Who knows, maybe it's boring, after staying alone for a long time, I always like to think cranky, thinking that if I make up for some things, I can go back to the past." He read Tan Heng's book, and lowered his eyes again: "Little senior brother, you also think that I am not stupid in doing this, right, according to your understanding of the ancient spirit weapon, can Mo Yunyun's words be taken seriously, I need your accurate answer." ”

Tan Hengshu raised his eyes to look at him, groaned for a while, and said, "Your eldest brother has been taken by the soul, even if the soul is still there, has the body ever been buried in the ground?" ”