The drastic changes in Jingxiang Palace, which made the entire Jingdu City boil, who would have thought that the Jingxiang Chu clan, which had been powerful in Jingxiang for many years, would be wiped out overnight.

The former young master of the Jingyang royal family who led the army back to take revenge, and the former Jingxiang Xuegong student with blood on his hands, completely shocked the entire Jingxiang land, and it was also the image of the demon in the distant past, which made people daunting, and even those who refused to stop, their parents were afraid of it.

This great shock in Jingxiang Country caused by Wang Ruoli's return has not stopped, and it continues to spread throughout Jingxiang Kingdom.

As early as when the Immortal Dynasty army attacked the Jingxiang Palace, Bai Yao had already led his troops and surrounded the Jingxiang Palace.

Many Jingxiang students and palace guards who wanted to resist died under the butcher's knife one after another, and the rest of the people did not dare to resist, and were obediently escorted to the 10,000-person school field by the soldiers of the Immortal Dynasty, one by one depressed, although there was a lot of unwillingness in their hearts, but they were helpless.

Wang Ruoli took a few generals and flew to the school with the sword.

Looking down on this Jingxiang School Palace, looking down at these people in the School Palace, looking down at this familiar place, Wang Ruo was surging and couldn't help but evoke many good memories of the past.

"Wang Ruoli, although you have a deep grudge against the Jingxiang Chu clan, but the Jingxiang School Palace, where you have been taught for three years, you are so cold-blooded and ruthless, and you are a killer?"

"That is, don't forget the earnest teachings of the Academy back then, you have learned a lot from the Academy. Ma Wei of Bing Taoke continued.

"Wang Ruoli, life in the world, can not forget the roots. Tao Jun, who cultivated the Gongke, looked cynical.

“......”

The people in the school palace were in a state of disagreement, and when there was no hope of struggling with force, they could only start an emotional offensive.

"Hmph!" Wang Ruoli fell down, snorted heavily, and his fierce eyes swept over all the tutors, students, and palace guards present, and everyone was panicked, lest Wang Ruoli wash the palace in blood.

Everyone didn't dare to say anything more, only looked at Wang Ruoli with begging eyes, especially those young students who had heard Wang Ruoli's deeds in the early years, and their hearts were even more trembling. It is rumored that this Wang Ruoli is ruthless, cold-blooded and ruthless, and is a demon who kills people without blinking.

Today's Jingxiang School Palace, I am afraid that it will be a river of blood.

Wang Ruoli looked at the roof tiles and pavilions in the school palace, sighed slightly, and beckoned back:

"Bai Yao, you will lead the interrogation one by one, but those who participated in the pursuit of the Red Maple Mountain Range in the past will be severely punished. ”

"The last general commanded. Bai Yao clenched his fists in response.

The red dress behind him, seeing Wang Ruoli looking at a pavilion not far away in a daze, his expression was different, and he seemed to have all kinds of emotions mixed with joy, anger and sorrow, and couldn't help but ask with concern: "Li Xiao, what's wrong with you?"

"It's fine. Wang Ruoli turned around, pursed his lips and said softly, "Hongsheng, you wait for me here, I need to meet someone." ”

Indeed, these people from the school palace are irrelevant to Wang Ruoli, the real purpose of Wang Ruoli coming to the school palace is to see the person in this pavilion, the rickety old man in this library pavilion.

Today's Wang Ruoli, whose divine sense is far from being comparable to that of the past, has long been able to gain insight into the second floor of the so-called Library Pavilion.

Wang Ruoli stepped into the second floor of this once special place with deep steps.

"You're here. Inside the second floor, an old voice floated out, much less angry than seven years ago, as if life had come to a waning state.

"Yes, I'm here. Wang Ruoli replied softly, and between the words, there were complicated feelings.

"The old man is very pleased, you came back many years earlier than the old man expected. The old man's voice sighed with vicissitudes, "The old man once thought that when you came back, the old man had already fallen into the soil and turned into a pile of white bones or loess, but I really didn't expect to see each other again." ”

When Wang Ruoli heard this, he was touched and talked about it one after another.

Ruoli is urging himself every day, spurring himself to come back early, until today. ”

"Once, when Ruoli was in the School Palace, he was grateful to Elder Ling for his kindness, especially the kindness of the poor sword formation, Ruoli has always remembered it. ”

"Once, after three years of learning the palace, Ruoli benefited a lot, and I am even more grateful to Ling Lao for his many protections, especially the bandits in Heifeng Village. ”

"Once, if you are grateful for Ling Lao's kindness for many years, you will be a noble person you have met in your life. ”

"However, everything has changed. If you are the enemy of the whole world, when Ling Lao makes two moves, if you are centrifuged, in addition to hatred, there is also pain. ”

"If it weren't for Ling Lao's action, maybe with the help of Xie Jiang and Concubine Xiao Xiang, Ruoli could have successfully escaped the siege of the Chu family and his son. ”

"If it weren't for Ling Lao's empty painting prison, maybe Xiaomu wouldn't have died, and when she died, I couldn't accompany her, leaving her alone in that cold mountain forest. ”

"But I also know that if it weren't for Ling Lao's clamping, it would have touched Ruoli to uncover Chengfeng

can break out of the cage and fly far away. Otherwise, after all, they would not be able to break free from the pursuit of Chu's father and son and Shadow Guard. ”

"I also know that it was Ling Lao's action that restrained my actions and allowed me to run for my life, without being bound by Xiao Mu's death, and dying with Xiao Mu. ”

"However, there was no if, all the kindness, all the resentment, like flowing water, flowed in front of my eyes, making it difficult for me to sleep all year round. ”

"Even if there is only a little hope, I don't want to see my father and Xiaomu die tragically in front of my eyes. This kind of pain is a severe pain that I can't bear in my life. ”

"Grace is kindness, grievance is grievance, grievance cannot be offset!"

The old voice, listening quietly, did not make a sound, and seemed to have wept in front of people with a thick sentimentality.

"The first time I saw you, the old man thought that you were extraordinary, and sure enough, the old man was not mistaken. You already know all the wishes of the past, and the old man has no regrets. After a long time, the old man's voice was a little emotional, and he said, "So, the old man came here and chose this place." ”

"Why didn't you make a move just now?" Wang Ruo couldn't help but ask with a hint of puzzlement, "Together with the Chu family's father and son, and Shadow Guard, there is still a fight." ”

"The old man is tired. The old voice groaned, and then sighed.

"If you say why you said so much, Ling Lao must know it. Wang Ruoli said with sad expectations, "To live, in fact, only one word from Ling Lao is needed." ”

"Time, life and death, for the old man, there is no difference. The old man's voice seemed to be shaking his head and sighing, "The old man didn't make a move, in fact, there is still one last bit of selfishness, and I hope that Lihou can be fulfilled?"

"Elder Ling, please speak. Wang Ruoli hurriedly said.

"The old man was born in Lingjia Village at the foot of Kunshan Mountain, and he will leave Hou to conquer there in the future, hoping to let the ashes of the old man return to his roots, and the old man is grateful. The old voice sighed with a hint of nostalgic hope.

Ruoli agreed. Wang Ruoli replied solemnly, looking into the depths of the second floor, with a touch of sadness in his eyes.

"Thank you......" The old man's voice finally came with a long and distant thanks, which seemed to reveal endless desolation.

Wang Ruoli walked out of the library pavilion with some distraction, and turned his head to look back, this pavilion, which carried some important memories in the past, became blurred at this moment.

Wang Ruoli's eyes were crystal clear, covering his vision and becoming blurred.

The grievances here may not be able to be calculated in this life, but can only be blurred like tears, blurred in the depths of memory.