Wei Qimu heard these four words, but his heart was shocked, and he secretly pondered, "Poetry...... She once said that she was the master of the Painted Wounded Valley, could it be that the 'Painted Wounded Valley Lord' in the mouths of these people was her?

Wei Qimu couldn't figure out the reason, so he didn't bother anymore, since he knew that Huang Zhen was nearby, he had the idea of seeing him. So, Wei Qimu cleaned it slightly, trimmed the edges slightly, and turned back into the green young man in green clothes and wearing a hat, but unlike when he first came down the mountain, his eyes were no longer as clear as water, but endless indifference.

Wei Qimu searched for the traces of the dead man, and secretly searched for the "painting wounded valley master".

......

Gyeonggi Province, Hwasu, on the avenue outside the gate, is running a yellow horse. It was a young man with a disheveled head, and though his clothes were wrinkled and his face was thin, he could not hide his naturally handsome face—this man was Dumen's tears.

Hua Splash Tears was originally trapped on the top of Huashan Mountain, but his heart was still like ashes, and he was still the living dead who was doing him. At first, Hua Splash Tears only suffered the humiliation of Ling Xiao, and later Ling Shuang also used the strength of wine to become animalistic. Ling Shuang was already infected with a broken sleeve because of flowers and tears, and he loved and ptied him, but now he lost his soul one day, and he couldn't help himself, and he was suddenly immersed in it and couldn't extricate himself. It's just that whenever Ling Shuang is sober, when he thinks of the reckless things he has done, he regrets and blames himself, and always kneels in front of Hua Splash tears and begs him for forgiveness.

It's just that Hua Splash Tears has been bullied and abused like Ling Xiao's father and son, what kind of forgiveness or not? If he can die, he has already died a thousand times, and if he can kill people, he has already killed Ling Xiao a thousand times. But he just couldn't do anything, so what difference did Ling Shuang do to him or not?

It wasn't until later that Yue Xuanqiu returned to Huashan. Yue Xuanqiu saw that the Celestial Sect was tragically wiped out by Manichaeism, the mountain gate was destroyed, all his friends were killed, and only the master and the senior brother were left, and he couldn't help but cry bitterly. Yue Xuanqiu saw that Master and Brother were drunk and dreaming all day long, and had no former style, and he couldn't bear to leave them, so he began to clean up the dilapidated house, waited for Master and Brother to live and drink, and persuaded them to regain their strength—but how could Ling Xiao's father and son not be like ashes?

Yue Xuanqiu has been in Huashan for a long time, so he naturally found flowers splashing tears. She never expected that the person who was amazing in martial arts at the beginning would be paralyzed here and humiliated for days and days! Yue Xuanqiu didn't dare to resent her master, and she couldn't bear to suffer here with flowers and tears, so she tried to say that she was going to fight and wanted to let flowers and tears go down the mountain.

Ling Shuang didn't dare at the beginning, and he was a little unwilling. He didn't dare, because he was afraid of his father's abusive power, and once he was angry with him, he couldn't escape the suffering, and he didn't want to, because he was still obsessed with flowers and tears, and once he was let go, there would be no time to meet again in this life. Yue Xuanqiu begged and persuaded him, and he was moved by Ling Shuang's feelings and reasoning every day. Ling Shuang couldn't stand the entanglement of her junior sister for days, and finally mustered up the courage, overcame her demons, and decided to let go of her tears. The two of them first poured Ling Xiao into a drunken pulp, and then Ling Shuangzhan carried the flowers and tears down Huashan step by step, and finally Ling Shuangzhan also lost a breath of true qi for him, so that he could ride a horse.

At the foot of Huashan Mountain, Ling Shuang looked at the figure of the flower splash tears gradually disappearing, stunned, he had mixed feelings in his heart, wanted to cry and laugh, and didn't know whether to mourn for the loss of the flower splash tears, or to be happy for the flowers and tears to escape, he muttered in his mouth: "Splash tears, although the wrong things I have done are not redeemable, I just hope you don't hate me......"

Hua Splash finally escaped from Huashan, and he was lying on the back of the horse at the moment, letting the yellow horse under the seat gallop freely. The tears could no longer stop the heartache, and the pain made him feel like a living man. It's just that his still handsome face is no longer as calm as a lake, but has become hideous and terrifying, he was imprisoned by Ling Xiao in Huashan for more than half a year, acting as the plaything of others, being wantonly abused, and suffering great harm and humiliation on his body and heart.

Hua Splash Tears couldn't even want to die before, but now if he wants to die, he can be freed in one fell swoop, but he will live the rest of his life. But he struggled between death and immortality for several days, and finally diluted a little of the idea of suicide, but it fully ignited his desire for revenge. The humiliation in my heart and the sorrow in my heart began to turn into hatred bit by bit, growing wildly in this autumn wind!

However, how easy is it to seek revenge on Ling Xiao? Ling Xiao's martial arts are almost at the top of the martial arts, and only the head of Maoshan Hu Jiuyi and the abbot of Shaolin can match them, and even his master Xiao Xia is far from being an opponent. Mo said that now that Hua Splash Tears and martial arts are lost, he is already a wasted person, even if he is intact, he can't hurt Ling Xiao at all. The difference between the two is huge, not inferior to the difference between Yunyang, even if he is talented, even if he was the first person of the younger generation of martial arts, but if he does not have decades of martial arts immersion, it is difficult to reach the realm of a grandmaster like Ling Xiao.

Hua Splash Tears is now very thin, almost visible bones, these days he is full of thoughts about how to take revenge on Ling Xiao, almost cut off his diet, fortunately there is this yellow horse to travel, in order to get out of these hundreds of miles.

After leaving Tongguan, the yellow husball suddenly stopped its hooves and sneezed in place. The flowers splashed tears and waited and waited, and the horse had no intention of going again. Hua Splash had to raise his head, and in the hazy eyes of sleep, he saw an inconspicuous old man standing in front of the horse, blocking the way. The old man was dressed in coarse clothes, his hair was as white as silver, his beard was long and his chest was long, his back was bent, his face was furrowed, and his eyes were empty, and his sockets were covered with sores and scars, which were very terrifying.

"Is it Dumenhua who is splashing tears?" the old man opened his mouth at the right time, his voice was simple and old.

Hua Splash tears didn't recognize this old man, he didn't make a sound when he heard this question, and he didn't urge the horse to go again, as if he should be in place at this moment.

The old man didn't think it was wrong, and said, "The old man is the head of Confucianism, and he has come to accept you as a successor." ”

"The head of Confucianism?"

Flowers and tears were unheard of, unseen, he wanted to ignore them, he didn't want to deal with a crazy old man, and even he ignored why this blind old man knew who he was.

Hua Splash was about to urge the horse to go, but felt that the sky suddenly became dark. It was a pitch-black and endless night, with no moon and stars, no wind and sound, like a time and space woven by countless nights. It makes you know that it is night, but there is no sense of time passing at all, and it seems that there is never a sign of dawn, and what is even more incredible is that the flowers and tears do not feel the earth under their feet, as if they are stepping on the night sky.

After a little panic in the tears, he calmed down, and in the black, he seemed to "see" a pair of eyes nodding at him. It's a nod, but only eyes. It was a pair of eyes as black as a hole, distant and clear, but the details of the eyes were very blurred.

Hua Splash stared at these eyes with tears, unconsciously.

The three seal characters of "such as a long night" are the first to come into view, and then there is an endless voice like a muffled thunder: "Heaven does not give birth to Zhongni, and eternity is like a long night!"

In that dark night, as if it were real and illusory, a figure like Confucius stood out of thin air. The figure lowered his eyebrows and kind eyes, holding a bamboo slip in one hand and a ring ruler in the other, passing on the karma and teaching, and branded the internal strength and mental method word by word, or embedded in the mind of the flower splash tears.

Hua Splash tears hurt his heart, like being pricked by a needle and an ant, but he couldn't break free, so he could only be forced to accept and absorb. Flower splashed tears and let go of his heart, let this trick pour in, he was in pain, did not delay for a moment, and began to suck this wonderful trick frantically.

I don't know how long it took, the rolling thunder finally stopped, and the long night finally dispersed. The tears and pain stopped, and he slowly opened his eyes, the sky was still the same as before, and there was no change, but the blind old man who stopped in front of the horse disappeared. If it weren't for the inexhaustible internal force slowly flowing in his dantian, Hua Splash Tears would definitely regard everything in Fang Cai as an autumn dream.

Although this internal force is weak, it gives Hua Splash Tears a foundation to practice martial arts again, just like a trace of darkness under the day, which will eventually engulf the entire heaven and earth. Hua Splash tears sighed at the wonder of this "Like a Long Night", and began to try his best to search for the words imprinted in his mind, but the first thing that came into his mind was an incomparably vicissitudes of life, an extremely distant voice, such as in the ear, and as in ancient times:

"Flowers splash tears, the old man is the head of Confucianism Zhu Jiusi. Since ancient times, there are great sorrows and indignation to become the successor of the master, you have suffered humiliation, martial arts have been lost, so I pass on your Confucianism supreme martial arts - "Like the Long Night" divine skills, can reshape the foundation of martial arts for you. It's just that this magic skill is domineering and can't accommodate other mental methods. If you don't self-destruct, after practicing to the fourth level, your eyes will gradually become blind...... There are two heirs of the old man, in addition to you, there is also Kong Mon Luo injured, and the person who inherits the teaching takes Er Cao's life. ”

The shock of this passage is no less than the internal strength of "Like a Long Night", and now that the martial arts are lost, it is indeed a good time to practice "Like a Long Night", but whether it is self-destruction or gradual blindness, it is a known cruelty. Hua Splash Tears naturally would not give up cultivating this very rare supreme martial arts, and he was already desperate, and the fireworks of hatred in his heart ignited again—a mere pair of eyes, what was it compared to the humiliation he received?

After getting the heart of "Like a Long Night", Hua Splash Tears found a quiet valley, just thinking about closed penance and revenge.

In this ordinary valley, it was an ordinary autumn night, and in this ordinary autumn night, an ordinary autumn rain fell. Flowers and tears stood in the rain, his hair and clothes were already soaked, and he poked his fingers into his eyes with a determined face. For a while, the blood splattered, but he ignored it, but looked up to the sky and shouted: "Ling Xiao! you caused me to lose all my martial arts, you caused me to lose my body and mind, you caused me to destroy my eyes, if I don't take revenge, heaven and earth will not tolerate it!"

"Heaven and earth do not tolerate!"

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This long howl passed through the wind and rain and went straight to the sky. Its oath is evidenced by the sun, moon and stars, mountains, rivers and plants. At the same time, Huixin Shitai, who was far away on Mount Emei, had a nightmare and suddenly woke up in the night.

For months, the flowers and tears hid in this valley, devoting themselves to practicing martial arts. He is extremely talented, but in February and March, he practiced "Like a Long Night" to the peak of the sixth level. But when it comes to this sixth level, no matter how hard he tries, it is difficult to break through the shackles and go further.

Hua Splash secretly thought to herself, "Presumably, the key to this divine skill, there is still a secret that has not yet been passed on. Only by killing Na Luo can I inherit the mantle of the Sect Leader, but how did he save me......"

Now that Hua Splash Tears has made great progress in martial arts, before he still won, he just wants to defeat Ling Xiao but he is still far away. Hua Splash knew that practicing martial arts behind closed doors was not a good thing, so he went out of the valley, planning to find Luo Shen first and then make plans.