There are too many scars on Qin Buxian's body, it took Xiao Lan nearly a year to cover these scars completely, this year she and Xiao Lan have become good partners, the seventeen-year-old girl holds a shining light blue insect day and night, looking cute and cute. I wanted her to spend more time in this carefree environment, so in this year, I never mentioned the encounter, and I never mentioned the hatred technique.

But leisurely time always flies quickly, and some things finally come to the point when they have to do it, even if it is dangerous, once you step in, there is no turning back, especially for someone as gifted as her.

In this world, some men are very well versed in the way of hypocrisy and wrongdoing, when he wants you to do something, he usually does not talk directly, he will first shush you and ask you for warmth, listen to your words and please you, and when you trust him with your heart and lungs, he will let you go to some dangerous things, usually you will not hesitate to do it for him.

That's who I was back then.

The weather was late in autumn, and the ginkgo biloba leaves outside the window were spread all over the floor, so I lit a red clay stove and fried sunflower seeds for her over a simmer, she loved to eat this.

"More than 1,500 years ago, the First Emperor sent people to search for the art of immortality, and almost all the magicians returned in vain, and only one person found it. This person is the ancestor of our immortal family. The ancestor of the sect has great powers and has discovered the art of hatred. I said.

"What is 'kind of hate'?" Qin Buxian asked me like this.

She seemed to have forgotten that when I found her a year ago, I said to her, "I am a magician, and I see that you are very talented in bone appearance, and I want to take you to learn from you...... Kind of hatred". I was also stunned, and then I realized that Qin Buxian, who was supposed to be the successor of the Immortal Sect, didn't seem to know much about the art of hatred, even though his father was a top magician.

"Kind of hatred," I pondered for a while, then looked up and gave her an analogy, "To put it simply, for example, Zhang San robbed your husband, plundered your children and grandchildren, stole your family wealth, and harmed your parents. Hate him, you hate to Ling Chi, divide his body, throw him to the Fire Sea Sword Mountain, and send him to the Yama King Rakshasa. Can you understand? ”

She nodded obediently, "Yes." ”

But she didn't seem to be very concerned, and reached out to pinch a sunflower seed to taste, but accidentally burned her fingers.

I took her hand and blew on her, pinching her face, afraid that she would not understand, so I continued: "But since he can do such evil, he also pinches two brushes." Your strength is far inferior to him, and when you fight with him, he only kills you and you are killed by him, and the big revenge cannot be avenged, and your small life must be taken. ”

Qin Buxian raised his head: "Uncle Shi, if I become stronger, I will take revenge." ”

I nodded and smiled: "So, all these years, you have been lying on your salary to taste your courage, Taoguang and obscurity, and finally one day you are so strong that stepping on him is as simple as stepping on an ant, you have learned eighteen kinds of martial arts, with a long knife and a bold meteor hammer blood droplets, planning to abuse him for 7749 days, and then whip the corpse after the torture, and then break the bones after the whipping corpse, and then raise ashes after the bones are broken." ”

Qin Buxian shuddered.

"But God doesn't fulfill people's wishes, Zhang San over there didn't wait for you to abuse him, and he hung up on his own initiative due to a sudden emergency. The neighbors were afraid that his emergency was the plague, so they cremated him, not to mention a complete corpse, and after burning, the wind blew and the ashes were scattered, and there was no scum left. ”

The sunflower seeds were already burnt and crispy, and the warm aroma wafted throughout the tea room, I put out the fire, bowed my head and asked her, "Are you angry in this situation?" ”

Qin Buxian pondered for a while, and for a moment his eyes took his eyes off the sunflower seeds: "That's really angry." ”

I continued: "You are full of hatred and have nowhere to vent, so you found someone and called him Li Si for the time being. planted his hatred for Zhang San on him, abused him every day, abused him if he was a little unsatisfactory, abused him when he was happy, and abused him sadly; I ate a little bit today, and I abused him to help him digest; Ming'er has no spirit when he goes out to play, so abuse him tonight to raise his interest......"

Qin Buxian finally realized that something was wrong, and propped his head to look at me: "But uncle, Li Si is innocent, and Zhang San is dead...... I do this, figure what? ”

I grabbed a handful of sunflower seeds, blew them in my palm for a while, felt that they were not hot, and then handed them to her, and said softly: "Some people want to be happy in their hearts, and some people want to live a long life." ”

Tu was happy about this, Qin Buxian obviously understood.

But why a long life can also be drawn, and what is the relationship between a long life and this hatred, Qin Buxian doesn't know.

I smiled and asked, "What is the name of our sect?" ”

"Not old."

"Immortality, that's it. Li Si in the story usually does not live long, if he dies, then his unfinished life in the world will fall on us. This is how we are not old to make ourselves live a long life. ”

Qin Buxian sighed: "I see." But what do we want to live so long? ”

I wanted to make up a random excuse to cover up the problem, but then I found that I couldn't help but tell the truth: "I have an important friend who is not in good health and will not live long, and I need to save life for her." ”

Qin Buxian thought for a moment and nodded slowly: "Even if Li Si is a little wronged, this can be regarded as a good deed, right?" ”

"Yes, and we don't have rules for the old door, before planting hatred, we must ask for Li Si's consent, and in order to limit some people with hatred from abusing this method, and in order to prevent the door from using this technique without moderation, the old man specially made the immortal order, only those who get the immortal order can have the opportunity to calm their hatred in the way of hatred."

"Sounds a lot more reasonable."

The fire went out, the sunflower seeds were fried, the ginkgo biloba leaves outside the window kept falling, and time seemed to have fallen into some abyss of nothingness, with no end in sight.

Until the girl next to me thought of a topic that had nothing to do with hatred, she slowly raised her hand and touched the jade face on my face with her fingertips: "Uncle Shi, can I take a look at your face?" ”

There was a throbbing in the heart, indescribable, and the emotions began with magnificent waves and stopped in an instant.

Seeing that I didn't answer, she thought that I didn't agree to her request, so she put down her hand, tilted her head and asked me another question: "There is obviously no one else in the Immortal Sect, why do you have to let me call you Uncle instead of your Master?" ”

"You see, if you call me Master, the Immortal Sect is really two people in the eyes of outsiders. But it's different to call Uncle Shi, this title has suddenly expanded the scale of our sect. ”

I explained to Qin Buxian like this, in fact, the real reason is that I didn't want to take on the responsibility of taking care of her for the rest of my life from the beginning, a sect is the same as a family, and the relationship between uncle and nephew is much farther than that of father and son.

Qin Buxian nodded, and the corners of his lips hooked up a light smile, this smile seemed to agree with my words, and it seemed to be self-deprecating - after all, she was an eighteen-year-old girl, and she would have become a biological doll in other places, how could she not understand how I planned it.

So she said something to me again, which was like a sword, giving me a frontal blow: "Uncle Yinjiu, you actually said it when you saved me a year ago, you and I want me to learn the art of hatred, as long as I promise, I can ensure that I will have no worries about food and clothing in the future." If I said yes, I will keep it. She glanced down at the sunflower seeds I fried for her and said with a smile, "So you don't have to be so nice to me, even if you treat me badly and force me to learn to grow hatred, I will do what you ask." ”

She said that even if I treated her badly, she would do what I asked.

Ben Wang, who has never been a good person, after listening to this passage, I actually felt a little sour and a little melancholy in my heart, sour because I thought she was sensible, and melancholy because I found out at that moment that when I did these things for Qin Buxian, I couldn't tell whether I was good to Qin Buxian, whether it was from the sincerity of the moment or out of future use.

Time is always inadvertently giving us the first blow to the accustomed as a wake-up call.

The next day, I began to teach her the art of planting hatred seriously, as Cheng Yu said, Qin Buxian's talent in planting hatred is indeed amazing, and he can compare to thousands of children and eight hundred kings. I only demonstrated all the techniques once, and she could learn them, and the techniques would be more refined and precise.

The first time I discovered that talent was so important was when Qin Buxian was learning the art of hatred.

But at that time, I didn't know that she was specially created by the previous master of the Immortal Sect, that is, her father, and I didn't know that in the future, she would become a container for life in the eyes of some people because of her amazing hatred technique.

The first time I knew the mystery of this was two years later, when Qin Buxian was twenty years old. At that time, Qin Buxian was already able to take charge of the Immortal Gate alone, took over three businesses in two years, and accumulated a life span of one hundred and fifty years, and after hearing the news, Cheng Yu returned to the Immortal Gate.

When the former sisters met, there was no bloody rain as imagined. It's just that Qin Buxian saw Cheng Yu, who was unable to move, and suddenly understood something.

One rainy night, she blocked me at the door, bit her lip, and asked with difficulty, "That important friend of Uncle Shi...... Did it turn out to be Cheng Yu? ”