Duan Xiangsheng cried.

In front of him, there was a sea of fire and ruins, and corpses were strewn on the ground. Lying on the left, that is the little friend who fished with him in the past. The white-headed old woman lying on his stomach on the right, although he couldn't see her face, remembered the broken bamboo basket, and once upon a time he himself had taken a piece of rice cake in that bamboo basket. He remembered that kind smile, but now he was just lying there motionless.

He remembered something and ran to a room crying. He was unsteady on his feet, fell and had a cut in his face with gravel. But he didn't feel anything, and got up from the ground like crazy and rushed into the house.

As soon as he entered the door, he fell to his knees with a bang. Under the moonlight, there was a petite body that was already stained with blood. Her eyes were open, staring straight up. Those eyes were gone, but they seemed to be still talking, frightened and angry, recounting the demonic scene she had just seen. And the blood stains on the broken lower body show what inhuman treatment she has suffered.

He slowly stretched out his hands and took the woman into his arms. He bowed his head and wept, but suddenly found the woman's clenched left hand, and he immediately used all his strength to break the slender fingers that were already stiff.

With a "bang", a piece of jade pendant fell to the ground and shattered into two pieces. Although the jade pendant was broken, he recognized that the pattern of the jade pendant was very familiar to him, and every time the second brother beat him, he could always see the jade pendant swaying in front of his eyes. He gently put down the cold flesh in his arms, and reached out to pick up the two pieces of broken jade. Blood flowed down from his clenched fists.

He stopped crying.

When he returned to the palace, he said that he couldn't get lost and fell down the hill to be so ragged. His father's concerned greetings asked the imperial doctor to bandage and heal him. His father asked him if he had anything to do with him before, and Duan Xiangsheng held his bandaged left hand and said nothing.

After his father left, he was the only one left in the room. He sat up from the bed and pulled out a package from under the bed. The package was opened, revealing a box of paper ashes and a pile of broken utensils.

That night, in the room of the maid in the backyard of the palace, Duan Xiangsheng's exclusive maid was lying on the ground writhing wildly under the light. As soon as she looked up, blood flowed from her face, blood foamed from her mouth, and her eyes were filled with horror and remorse. The maid's left hand reached out and gripped a man's trouser leg tightly, her head pounding frantically against the ground, the despair in her eyes deepening each time she looked up.

Duan Xiangsheng sat expressionlessly until there was no more movement at his feet. With a wave of his left hand, an object fell to the ground, and it was only by the light that he could see that it was a human tongue.

This is just the beginning, Duan Xiangsheng, who opened the door, thought so, only to find a group of soldiers rushing out from the side, and her new mother was shouting to command the soldiers to take him down. He tried to break free, but was instantly subdued to the ground. He looked up and saw a smile on the corner of his new mother's mouth, and looked at himself with the same eyes as he had entered the palace for the first time that day.

Only at the age of thirteen did he understand the meaning of that look: disgust.

He couldn't remember how he was dragged away, how he was slapped hard by his father, he didn't hear his father's angry scolding, he was just thinking about one thing. At that time, his exclusive was assigned by that woman, and yes, his exclusive maid was originally that woman's maid.

When he came back to his senses, he had already been imprisoned, and as a palace prison, the environment was naturally bad. Snakes, rats, spiders, crawling around him, all kinds of weeds on the ground.

But he laughed, the scar on his face crumpled into several sections, and there was no such person as Duan Xiangsheng in the world.

......

"Muxiang, Angelica Angelica, Sannai, Liang Jiang, Dried Ginger, ......" Shanfeng's mouth reported the names of the medicines one by one, and the marquee in Duan Xiangsheng's mind also rotated rapidly with the names of the medicines.

As mentioned earlier, the base formula of Tianxiang Five Poison Powder is Tianxiang San, which is a medicine that blindly cures diseases, and is a medicine refined from the five flavor medicinal materials. The five poisonous centipedes, poisonous snakes, scorpions, geckos, and toads are well known all over the world, and the prescription of Tianxiang Powder is also a universal prescription, and the most important thing about Tianxiang Five Poison Powder is the remaining eight medicinal materials.

Medicine can become poison, can also become incense, can also become food. As a chef of Shaolin Temple, Shanfeng accurately reported the names of medicines one by one. He is too familiar with the thirteen spices of the Western Regions, and he often puts them in the dishes.

At this time, how could Fan Xiangsheng have thought that the little monk in front of him could report his materials so accurately, and his expression had already changed from puzzled to surprised to frightened.

I'm not afraid of death, I'm ruthless to these bald donkey monks, I'm ruthless to Buddha, it's you who ruined my life.

It was precisely because of hatred that he would appear in front of everyone after the Tianxiang Five Poison Powder could be effective, because he wanted to see everyone's helpless expressions. But he miscalculated, or he couldn't.

At this time, he is not afraid of death, he just doesn't want to die yet, he wants to see Dali destroy the country, and he is now coming to Shaolin to complete the master's task, as long as he can complete it, then his master is willing to let the Mongols attack Dali, he wants to see Dali destroy the country with his own eyes.

The three major leaders who are still standing in the Shaolin Council Hall and Xintian Zhiyuan are all big men in the rivers and lakes, and when they heard the name of the medicine reported by Shanfeng and Duan Xiangsheng's expression, they immediately understood that this was the recipe of Tianxiang Five Poisons.

Feng Ruoni's long sword came out of the sheath and slashed straight at Duan Xiangsheng's left shoulder, she didn't kill her, as an old Jianghu, she naturally wanted to seriously injure the other party, but she left her life to find out, who sent him.

Seeing the long sword attacking, Fan Xiangsheng knew that he had completely failed this time, and his expression had turned crazy. He remembered that night, and he remembered the incident by the Dianchi Lake.

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"Xiangsheng, although your father is the emperor, if you go to your father, there will be unexpected good, but you must know that there may also be unexpected bad. You have to make your own decisions. This was the last sentence of the note that his mother had left in the sachet, and he was young at the time, and after reading it, he didn't say anything. The elder, who thought he was acquiescing, sent the jade pendant and the letter in the sachet to the palace.

He hated beating his second and third brothers, he hated his eldest brother and father who didn't know anything, she hated the maid and the woman who were colluding, and he hated the hypocritical Dali who was shrouded in Buddha. However, he hated himself even more for not making a decision back then.

......

"Waste, not enough to achieve and more to lose. A low, cold voice suddenly appeared, shaking everyone in the chamber.

Dreams are free, but there are very few people who realize their dreams and live a happy life. Therefore, the vast majority of people who are not so lucky either sigh sadly, or indulge in sadness, or hastily end their lives, or laugh and prevaricate the past, or turn their mistakes into sin, no matter which path they take, the future is bleak.

Fan Xiangsheng, who had a crazy expression, laughed, and the scar on his face wrinkled into several sections. "Ah, I'm sorry to be disgusted again, to be human. ”