Chapter 45: The Silence of the Last Night
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- It's night. The sky is full of stars. It seems to be within easy reach of the castle tower.
The door opened with the sound of "quack!", and the old man stepped out, tightening the latch with him, like a movement accustomed to in the past to prevent the memory from beginning to deteriorate, and the low silhouette of the rickety figure left in the ink night, as if carrying the weight of the years in an instant.
The old man Wu Zong came to the back of the debt shadow under the stars. Looking at the graceful and long body line of the woman in front of him, he did not have any desires and evil spirits related to mortal dust, on the contrary, for this slender back, there was distant respect in his eyes.
Two steps away from Song Zhen, who was facing away from him, he didn't step forward again. Some stood almost stubbornly. There was something subtle excitement in his tone that was rare at his age, "I can't remember the last time I felt such a similar aura...... But the feeling is so clear, so clear that almost when you show up, I smell it for the first time, it's unique...... So you're from, that place, too?"
When he said "that place", the old man's eyes were protruding and widening, and his white eyes were instantly covered with fine red silk.
If the young man named Zongshou had seen it, he would probably have found that in the sixteen years of his life with him, he had never seen him show such a terrifying look, that look, as if he had fallen into a terrible fanaticism about something, and the depth of his throat was as hoarse as a helpless drowning man, like a grinding stone. Like the pitiful sound of a duck choked by the throat.
He had seen the power of "that place", so he knew very well how great the temptation to approach it was for anyone who longed for power and ambition. He could even do anything to get that power, including killing his loved ones, if there was a need to do so.
A practitioner's thirst for power is like an addict to a poppy, and once touched, it is like a spell that cannot be liberated from eternal life.
Time passed, and the things he once thought had driven him crazy and wanted to get at all costs gradually became things that would never be touched again in the rest of his life. He began to grow disheartened and refrain from touching the "unknowable lands" that might have led him to a new shore. He began to hide that longing, and so it went on for decades.
But now, people from "that place" have reappeared. The feverish longing in his heart, which almost burned his eyes, seemed to be resurrected.
His eyes were filled with fine veins again, and those tiny veins burned with feverish blood.
Song Zhen's eyes, which had always been closed, opened like jewels in the next moment, lighting up the ink night, "Thirty years ago, he once came to Dongtu and said that he had taken in a servant here, and he had violated a very serious prohibition, and even granted you exercises privately...... You must be that person. β
Referring to the "he" in Song Zhen's mouth," the old man suddenly became excited, his voice trembling unfiltered, "Lord, now it's good that he has returned to the unknowable land" Does he still remember me?
His old eyes revealed a certain endless sadness. The face is clearly old, but it seems to be like a dog that has been lost for ten years, and finally greeted its former owner at the moment of death. It is also the appearance of a child who has lost his most beloved belonging, and suddenly finds it back, but is sincerely afraid of losing it again.
Seeing Song Zhen's unmoved, cold and indifferent face. Old Man Wu Zong's face went from incomparable anticipation to stiffness and then to unbearable despair, "So...... You're here to punish me?"
"Thirty years ago, when the Lord rescued me from the hands of the enemy and privately taught me the practice of the 'Unknown Lands', I knew that this violated your supreme prohibition, and sooner or later I would wait for the thunder and heavenly power of retribution. But I didn't expect that this day would be impartial and come at this time......".
The saliva in the old man's mouth seemed to be gradually becoming dry, so his mouth was open like a carp coming out of the shore, as if he wanted to greedily take a few more breaths of fresh air that he might never taste again before his head and body moved. ..., After waiting for a while, Wu Zonggan grinned, "Aren't you going to do it...... Although you used a very special way to cover up your true cultivation realm, it still couldn't hide from me, who was from the same sect, because I saw your terrifying power...... Even if I'm unwilling to die or dying, you're sure you'll kill me here. So there is no point in resisting, everything is a certainty...... So you're ready to go. β
Song Zhen looked at Wu Zong in front of him, from the beginning to the end, the expression of the old man, and even the fanaticism and greed on his face opposite the Tianxu mentioned by him, could not escape her pair of jeweled eyes.
As the Heavenly Ruins Spirit Venerable. She has the power to exercise all the killing and punishment of the Dao Law on behalf of the Heavenly Ruins. So in the eyes of others, behind her beautiful face, there is always some kind of monster-like terrifying indifference and frightening chill. Underneath her bony countenance was the kind of cold that could devour all living beings.
For a moment, she was going to do it.
With just one slap, he could smash the zenith cover of the old man in front of him, who had at least advanced to the first cultivator realm, making his old face suddenly turn into a mixture of minced flesh and brains. It's just a common thing for her.
But at that moment, she suddenly gave up the idea of making a move.
A thought of life is life, and a thought of death is death.
The old man didn't know that in that thought, he had passed the threshold of life and death.
The unfathomable woman in front of her suddenly turned around, but her voice revealed a chill that stripped away all anger, "You can still live, until I change my mind." But if one day I change my mind, then you must die. β
The old man Wu Zong smiled bitterly, "My life has long been" that place, "and the lord has arrived." As long as you don't kill me today, after tomorrow, after tomorrow, I will have no regrets. Perhaps the only regret is that I can't see the Lord again in my lifetime, and the Lord is now, is his body okay?"
Song Zhen hesitated slightly, the matter of Tianxu should have been kept secret from the outside world. But at this time, she decided to pity the old man in front of her, "He is dead...... A long time ago, something he had to do, he failed, so naturally he died. But you can rest assured that the last place where he is buried is a return to the "unknowable land". β
"It turned out to be ...... What ...... like this", Wu Zong was slightly stunned, and then his eyes were already full of tears, and he quickly slid down his wrinkled eye sockets.
At this point, Song Zhen turned around and walked to his room, and a voice sounded like a sound in the fog from his slender back, "You remember, if you violate the ban, you will die sooner or later." The difference is only a matter of time.
The old man Wu Zong bowed deeply to Song Zhen's back, "It's enough for the old medicine to live here, and when tomorrow's grievance is over, you can have no worries and follow the Lord at any time to ......."
In the cold night, not only Yang Ze didn't sleep, but even the black fat boy Zong Shou next to him didn't fall asleep.
They lay on the board bed, and looked at the two people in front of the cliff in the middle of the cliff through the door.
Because the night was very quiet, all the sounds outside did not hide from their ears and eyes.
And Song Zhen didn't seem to intend to hide it from the two who were not threatening, but she came to Yang Ze's door as if she was wrapped in a cold mist, stared at him fiercely through the gap, and then walked into her room.
Yang Ze's ears heard the voice of the young sect guard, "This sister is really terrible, why are you with her?"
Yang Ze couldn't cry or laugh, "Do you think I have a choice?" β
The black and fat young man Zong Shou glanced at Yang Ze very carefully, and then nodded with sympathy.
Immediately, half of Zong Shou's face disappeared in the shadows of the moonlight outside the window, and said, "This old man has always been extremely strict and harsh, often calling and drinking at me, beating and scolding, but I didn't expect that he would cry Why the hell, I am surprised." β
Yang Ze was amused by the interesting relationship between this pair of descendants, looked at Wu Zong, the old man who was lonely looking at the moon outside, and muttered, "Although I don't know this old man in your family, I think that if an elderly person wants to shed tears, it must be that the jar containing wine in his heart has been broken." β
"Huh?"
"In this life, it is like making wine, happiness and sorrow are brewed in a jar of wine, as you get older, you may not need to be sweet and hot, but you must be more mellow and mellow, Weide does not need to be more and more full, but it must be refined and strong. Once the jar is broken, then everything is gone. β
Zong Shou nodded, grinning his white teeth, "What you said is very reasonable, but this old man, isn't there still me? Even if he is worried that he will not be able to fish, I will raise him for the rest of his life." The tube is full. β
Yang Ze didn't continue, but just pushed the black fat boy from the quilt with his buttocks, and said, "Can you go over a little, I am about to fall out of bed." Seeing that old man in your family is extremely thin, I think the harvest of the family is not good, why are you so fat?"
The young man quickly forgot his troubles, and Zong Shou grinned his white teeth again, "The old man said that I grew up like ......this from snacks and potatoes."
Stars, mysterious old men, black and fat teenagers.
It was the last peaceful night on the castle tower.
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