Genius remembers in a second [Aishang Novel Network biquge.info] to provide you with wonderful novels to read.

Heavenly Volcano.

The thousands of corpses in the woods below the mountain had long since decomposed and stinked so that even the wolves had dispersed to feed, only the dense crows and vultures were still circling and shuttling like flies, and the half-collapsed mountain in the middle was like a huge grave.

Tang chuckled and stayed in the center of the mound, still on the lava pool that had condensed into rock. Xiao Natsu knocked him unconscious here, waited for him to wake up here, and left him here too. And he just sat there all the time.

In fact, after the first day or two, he was done, but he was still here because he couldn't think of where he should go or where he could go.

He spent most of his time sitting in the lava pool in the position that engulfed Tang Chengcheng, and what he saw and heard that day, all the joys and sorrows of the previous days kept flowing through his heart. The dream, which seemed to cover the whole world, was so ridiculous and pitiful, bursting like a soap bubble before revealing the truth beneath it—the tall figure was so majestic and kind in his mind, and the ordinary life that he disdained and impatient to the extreme was so reassuring, and with the simple and homely girl it was all and all that was his. But now all of this is buried deep beneath this great tomb, leaving no trace behind.

He also remembered how many times he had cried, but he gradually became numb later, and there were no more tears in his eyes, and all the sadness seemed to have turned into dust and precipitated to the deepest part of his heart, leaving only an empty nothingness.

Once or twice it rained, he drank the rainwater accumulated in the rocky hollows, and when he was hungry, he would pick up stones and kill a flying crow, and he would not even bother to give birth to the fire, so he would tear it apart and pluck the feathers and eat it raw. In a few days, the white young man who was once handsome and good-looking and did not lose to a woman has become a ragged and dirty savage.

Not only that, but he was also sick. Maybe it's because of the physical and mental emaciation after the great change, or maybe it's because the crows have eaten too much dead human flesh. He began to burn, he began to vomit, he couldn't think of any way to save himself, he didn't bother to think about it, he didn't bother to save it, and finally he could only lie in the middle of the lava pool, sometimes awake and sometimes confused looking at the sky.

It's better to die here like that. In the haze, he saw that there were already several vultures waiting on the surrounding rock wall, and he smiled weakly.

At some point, the ground seemed to tremble slightly, and the rocks beneath him began to heat up. The surrounding vultures flew away in a hurry, and the volcano, which had completely fallen silent, seemed to regain its vitality. Even in a semi-coma, Don chuckled and could feel a force under this rock formation that seemed to be rushing towards him.

Tang on the ground chuckled and still didn't move. Turning to ashes in the erupting earthfire magma, there was probably nothing better in his mind than this.

Rumble. Not far away, the layer of condensate shattered, and a flash of fire broke through the layer of rock below and flew high, but there was no expected crumble and explosion. The rock formations beneath him immediately calmed down. The flame slowly deflated in the air, and after a turn, it fell straight down, thudging into a rock not far away.

It was a knife, a rough-looking, austere, thick-backed broadsword that was wider and larger than a normal knife, with a dark red glow. It stands there like a monument.

Tang chuckled and was stunned, looking up at the familiar knife blankly. After a while, he gathered all the strength to stand up, and staggered over to look at the cave where the knife had broken through the ground.

In the depths of the cavern was a slowly fading flowing red light and a wave of heat on the face, and below there was still a lava hell deep in the heart of the earth, and it was indeed impossible for any living beings to survive in it except for those who had died in the Heavenly Fire Sect. He was stunned for a moment, and suddenly turned around and walked under the rock where the knife had fallen and climbed up. After falling several times, he finally climbed up the rock and stood in front of the knife.

After looking at it for a long time, Tang chuckled and finally stretched out his hand to the hilt. His hands trembled very much, more than the hands of an old drunkard, and the steady dìng that he had practiced after years of immersion in the secret weapon had long since disappeared, and he didn't know if he was too excited from time to time, or if he was simply afraid. He was afraid that this was just his own hallucination before he died, and he was afraid that this hand would reach out but he would not be able to grasp it, and he was not qualified to grasp the knife.

Finally, he grasped the hilt of the knife. The residual heat of the earth fire is still very hot. But it was the heat in his hand, and the heavy, simple, and intimate feeling that filled his already cold and empty heart at once.

He drew his knife. The weight of the knife almost weakened him and he fell off the rock, but he managed to stand still, his body still weak, and the heat in his heart made him feel so full of strength like never before.

"Brother. He looked at the knife in his hand and slurred the first word in the past few days. I don't know when the eyes seemed to be dry and rejuvenated, and two lines of tears rolled down from the dirty face.

A month later. Outside Mingshan Town in the west of Xuzhou, Lingyun Village, Xiuyu Valley.

Tang Xiaoxiao easily found this beautiful and inaccessible valley, and also easily found the two tombs in Tang Chengcheng's mouth. Although there are weeds in front of the grave, it is not deep, and it seems that Tang Chengcheng will come to clean and worship every year. One of the stone tablets on it reads "The Tomb of Father Tang Tianhao", and the other is "The Tomb of His Beloved Wife Li Xiao".

Tang Tianhao's tombstone must have been erected by Tang Chengcheng, and the other one should be Tang Xiaoxiao's mother. For the first time in his life, Tang chuckled and didn't cry bitterly, nor was he excited, but just stared blankly at the words on the tombstone.

"My mother's surname is Li?"

Don chuckled that he hadn't seen his mother, and he didn't even know what her name was. A family that betrayed Tang Jiabao is not worth wasting his memories and feelings, but he at least knows that the family that his father went to kiss is not surnamed Li, and the mother-in-law, who is more or less the daughter of a family, will not be buried silently with his father in this valley that no one knows.

But Tang Zheng, who was at the last moment of his life, had no reason to lie to him, since he said that it was his mother who was buried here, it must be his mother.

"My mother is." After the changes in the Heavenly Volcano, these dozens of days of silence and reflection, Tang Xiaoxiao thought that his mood would never set off too much wind and waves, but at this moment, he felt that he was actually trembling slightly, and he didn't even dare to think further.

With a mess in his heart, Tang chuckled and walked slowly to a small courtyard not far from the tomb. It is a small courtyard made up of several small wooden houses, and the wooden houses are also quite exquisitely built. Although it is very old, it is not dilapidated, and there are not many weeds in the courtyard, so it seems that Tang Chengcheng will live here before and after the worship to sniff.

The door of the wooden house was not locked, and Don chuckled casually to the front of the building, pushed open the door and walked in.

Very ordinary furnishings, every piece of furniture in the house is the same as the wooden house, delicate and ingenious, it should be from the same person's hand. With Tang's chuckling eyesight, he could even vaguely see some traces of the unique techniques of the Tang sect's disciples left on it. And what shocked him the most was that the more he looked, the more a hazy feeling came to his mind, as if this place was something he had been to before, and he was very familiar with, but he didn't remember coming. Nor should it be.

In the corner of the room, he found a wooden box, which was sealed with oiled paper and stored several paintings and calligraphy, and when he unfolded it, it was all the handwriting of his father Tang Tianhao, who had already seen it well in the Sanniang family of Tangjiabao and could identify it at a glance. It's just that these paintings are not the wedges, fish, and insects painted in Sanniang's house, but people. A very beautiful woman. Tang chuckled that he had never seen this woman, but he could still recognize it at a glance, because the woman in the painting looked almost identical to him.

The woman in the painting is happy or angry, bright and bright like the spring breeze and sun, soft and gentle like a light mist and drizzle, although the brushwork of the painting is the same as the wedge, birds, fish and insects in Tangjiabao, but there is a kind of indescribable feelings and vitality, just a little bit of speculation. You can understand how joyful, intimate and adoring the painter is when he writes. There are two children on two of these women's paintings, one is seven or eight years old filial piety, who is holding a wooden knife in the air to chop, although the age is small, it is also quite magnanimous, it is clearly Tang Chengcheng, and the other is just an infant baby. Surrounded by a loving woman.

It was impossible to tell who the baby was from his face, but Tang could guess it with a chuckle. His hands are already shaking. The one who appeared here was gradually shattering and destroying something that had been built into the world in his heart.

In addition to the paintings and calligraphy, there was also a letter at the bottom of the box. On Huang's letter were a few words from his father: 'Wu'er smiled and opened up'.

Tang Chengcheng did not mention the existence of this letter. Maybe it was too late, maybe he knew that Tang Qingxiao would naturally find it after coming here. Anyway, when Tang Xiaoxiao saw this letter, he was completely stunned, he never imagined that he would have any intersection with the father who betrayed Tang Jiabao and was the biggest shame and stain in his eyes, but at this moment, the world of those children and young people has begun to blur and crumble.

Finally, with the greatest courage and strength in his life, Tang picked it up with a chuckle and opened the letter.

Fifteen days later, Shuzhou, Tangjiabao.

After hundreds of years of operation, Tangjiabao is no longer a fort, but a town with tens of thousands of people living together, the surrounding traffic is busy, people come and go, and other towns seem to be no different, but as soon as you enter the most central Tang family's inner residential area, a qiē hustle and bustle will slowly go away, gloomy, quiet, in Shuzhou that most of the time is gloomy and gloomy sky, this seemingly ordinary quaint building is like a shadow beast that will swallow a qiē, Silently eroded anyone who broke into it into a part of itself.

After nearly six years, Tang Qingxiao is back here.

In the past six years, he has fantasized countless times about how he will return to this sacred place in his heart like a hero with honor and scars, and there will be no other way. For him before, if he didn't succeed, he died on the road to success, and there was no more possibility.

But in the face of reality, those conjectures are as illusory and fragile as the reflection in a blister. He is back now, unsuccessful, not heroic, and even this gloomy holy place is no longer what it used to be in his eyes now.

He didn't inform him in advance and passed on the book, but as long as any unexpected people entered Tangjiabao, the people of the Tang family would naturally know. So when he walked alone to the door of the inner house, an uncle was already waiting for him.

"Follow me, the old lady is waiting for you. Uncle said this simply.

The old lady rarely summoned ordinary Tang family children in private. This was the honor that Tang Xiaoxiao had dreamed of, but now there was only a depression left in his heart.

In a somewhat gloomy attic, Don chuckled and saw the old man who had been a god in his mind. Compared with six years ago, the old lady seems to be older, there are more wrinkles on her face, her back is a little hunched, and her whole body exudes a smell of old man that is completely integrated with this Tangjiabao.

"Your brother is dead??" The old lady's eyes were always on the knife behind Tang's chuckle. He waited until he stood up after kowtowing before asking.

"Yes. Don replied with a chuckle.

The old lady was silent, the smell of the old man on her body seemed to be heavier, and her back seemed to be more hunched. After a while, he slowly asked, "How did he die, did he die at the hands of Jin Zhiyang, or at the hands of the general?"

According to Tangjiabao's news channels, it should have been clear what had happened to the Heavenly Volcano before and after, but no one knew about the things in the Heavenly Volcano except for a limited number of people.

Took a deep breath. Tang chuckled before replying: "In order to save me, I fell into the earthfire magma with Jin Zhiyang." ”

"Then why are you there?" There was a hint of anger in the old lady's voice and eyes. This is very rare, at least Tang Xiaoxiao has never seen any love in this old man, he will always be so gloomy and indifferent, unfathomable, it is almost like a human form condensed and embodied in the entire Tang Family Fort. But now. That hint of anger made the god in the eyes of most people in Tangjiabao have an extra breath of life.

"I, I wanted to take the opportunity to get that Vermilion Bird Spirit Fire to prove that I was more suitable than my brother to be a real Tang Sect disciple, but I, I was wrong, I killed my brother." Until this time, Tang could still feel the sourness in his heart when he said this sentence with a chuckle, and his voice was shaking, but he could finally say it.

The old lady let out a long sigh, and the trace of anger in her eyes fell silent. The whole person seems to have changed back into the mysterious statue.

After a long time, the old lady spoke slowly and said: "From now on, you are the only one left in the fourth room, and you will replace your brother as my inner disciple of Tangjiabao." ”

It was this sentence that made Tang chuckle and pursued it for six whole years, but when this dream finally came to his eyes, the whole world was already different. He shook his head slightly, and said in an astringent voice: "This is my brother's position, and it shouldn't have been mine." ”

The old lady frowned slightly, it had been many years since anyone had said a word in front of him, or expressed a similar meaning. And those things that were born six years ago have not been forgotten by the old lady.

"I'm going back to Tangjiabao this time. In addition to reporting to the old lady and admitting his mistakes, I also want to ask the old lady one thing." Tang chuckled and took a deep breath, and continued in a slightly trembling voice: "It turns out that my brother is the eldest son of my grandson, and I am the illegitimate son born to my father after he betrayed the Tang family, right?"

"Yes. The old lady nodded slightly.

"I saw my father's letter. It was intended for my brother to give it to me when I was eighteen years old, but he said that because my mother had died of illness, he had not long recovered from his old injuries. I asked my brother to send me back to Tangjiabao. Moreover, asking the old lady to cover up my birth on my behalf is to protect me from discrimination and oppression in Tangjiabao, so the identity of this inner disciple should have been my brother's."

Tang's chuckle grew lower and lower, and he gradually couldn't go on. This is the truth he got from his father Tang Tianhao's letter. Completely smashed all the roots of attachment, jealousy, and anger in his heart before. He didn't even have the strength to ask if the Sanniang who had raised him all the time and instilled in him what a Tang Sect disciple should have knew the truth.

"In my eyes, you have always been the flesh and blood of the Tang family, and there is no difference between sons-in-law and concubines. The person of the Tang family only needs to prove himself, not his background. The old lady's voice was still indifferent. "I want your brother to be an inner disciple because he is more suitable. ”

Don chuckled and didn't make a sound. What he can't forgive is not the old lady, not Tang Jiabao, but himself.

The old lady looked at Tang who bowed his head and smiled lightly with cold and gloomy eyes, and only after a while did he sigh softly and said, "I'm old, and Tangjiabao is too old." ”

Tang chuckled and raised his head, a little stunned.

"The power, fame, and prestige that have been painstakingly accumulated over hundreds of years of hard work have gradually become burdens and overwhelm people after a long time. I knew that everyone in my family was thinking too much, but I couldn't help them not think about it. Because in order to support this huge family business in this turbulent and treacherous world, there are some things that must be done. Your father Tianhao is my favorite disciple of the old lady and me, and we also know his character best, and we don't really care much about him doing that. ”

The old lady's voice and vision are still indifferent, but it is not a disregard for a qiē, but an indifference, exhaustion and helplessness after reading all the world, to maintain the status and reputation of the behemoth of Tangjiabao in this river and lake, and it may be this old man who sacrifices the most.

"Your brother has never looked at the package of Tangjiabao in his eyes and carried it on his back, so the old lady and I look up to him the most Now that he is gone, you carry his knife on your back, and the package of Tangjiabao is also put down in your heart, but you decide how to go on the road under your feet, and I don't force you. ”

After saying this coldly, the old lady turned around and walked out of the attic. Looking at the back of the rickety old man, Tang chuckled and knelt down and kowtowed, and then turned around and walked out. But not towards the deeper part of Tangjiabao, but towards the outside.

Of course, he already knew how to go, and the hot heat from the knife on his back reminded him all the time.

ps: Hey, somehow Kavin-

No pop-up novel network-