After a long while, Duan Yanqing slowly closed his eyes: "Let's do it, Murong Fu!"
"What?"
Murong Fu didn't understand what Duan Yanqing meant for a while.
"You said this just to stop me from competing with brother Duan Zhengming for position? You did it!"
Duan Yanqing was soaking in the water, looking miserable. The clear lake water could wash away the filth in the world, but it couldn't erase the numerous scars on his body, let alone the sins he had committed over the years.
Now that the biggest secret in his heart has been exposed, he feels that life is no longer interesting at this moment. He has been running around for half his life, but after all, he is nothing more than a mirror.
Yes, why would Dali need a half-human, half-ghost villain like himself to be the emperor? I'm afraid even if brother Duan Zhengming is obsessed with it and agrees to give way to him, the day he ascends the throne will be the day when war breaks out all over Dali.
One day. Can Tianlong Temple agree? Can Dali ministers agree? Can Dali's millions of people agree?
And I have been running around for half my life, with no roots and no foundation, and what I have done in these years is nothing more than the word "kill".
Are you done killing them?
tired.
Murong Fu said: "You mean, you want me to kill you?"
Duan Yanqing sneered: "Isn't this good? Anyway, with your martial arts, it is easy to do this now. Just like you killed Ding Chunqiu before. Killing me, the most evil person in the world, can not only betray Duan Zhengming
Your kindness as a brother can also help you, Master Murong, to raise your status in the martial arts world to a higher level, so why not do it?"
Murong Fu smiled softly: "Bah, shameless! Try to put gold on your own face!"
This gentle sentence was like a mouthful of phlegm nailed to Duan Yanqing's face. Duan Yanqing raised his head violently, shocked and angry. In the past few decades, everyone he met either feared him or hated him, and
That duplicitous hypocrite boosted his worth by verbally criticizing him. But how could he be like Murong Fu?
Duan Yanqing said angrily: "Murong Fu, a scholar cannot be killed but cannot be humiliated. I admit that your martial arts skills are high and I am not your opponent, but I will not let you humiliate me so wantonly!"
He was furious, and when he spoke, his belly was bulging. Coupled with his green robe and his big, bald head, he really looked a bit like a big frog lying in the water.
Murong Fu couldn't help laughing: "Hahahahaha...Hey, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, I just couldn't help it, hahahaha, I'll laugh for a while..."
After laughing for about a cup of tea, Murong Fu stopped laughing by rubbing his stomach under Duan Yanqing's murderous gaze.
"It's cold, why are you still so angry? I should just throw you into the water and take a dip."
Murong Fu smiled.
"Am I wrong to say that you are putting money on yourself? Are you the most evil person in the world? In order to inherit the position of the leader of the sect, Ding Chunqiu dared to kill his own mentor. There are still people who want to
An illusory position kills his only son. Compared with these people, who are you the most evil person? And you are not trying to put money on yourself? "
Murong Fu had a trace of ridicule on his face and continued to kill people.
"You can't survive as a human being, and you can't die as a ghost. Just be a villain, because evil is not pure enough. Being a good person has nothing to do with you. If you want to be an emperor, you won't have anything to do with it. If you want to be an ordinary person, you won't have anything to do with it.
Just like you, even if you become a monk, no temple is willing to accept you. There is no way out, and there are soldiers chasing you. Isn’t it you? Besides, Old Monster Ding has killed more people than you. You and
Can anyone compare to you?"
"I......"
Duan Yanqing could only feel that there was a lot of blood in his heart and he was unhappy.
That’s it, that’s it, that’s it!
Thinking of this, Duan Yanqing violently struck his forehead with his palm. With the force of this palm, if it fell, Duan Yanqing would definitely burst his brain and die.
Murong Fu was shocked: Why can't I say it but I still can't think about it? Is my mouth so powerful?
Suddenly, Murong Fu kicked out a small stone. With a "pop" sound, the stone hit Duan Yanqing's elbow. Duan Yanqing's hand that was slapping his forehead fell weakly for an instant.
Come down.
"Let's talk carefully, why can't you think about it anymore? Tsk, tsk, tsk, as for you."
After saying that, he put away his playful outfit and said seriously: "You have lived like this for twenty years, why are you now being stimulated to death by a few words from a late-born junior?"
Duan Yanqing remained silent.
"Actually, you know very well that after twenty years, the throne of Dali has nothing to do with you, the former prince. All you have done is actually to give yourself a reason to live in your heart."
Murong Fu sighed.
Sometimes, what supports a person is nothing more than a breath. Just like Xiao Yuanshan, who had been fighting openly and secretly with his cheap father for decades in the Sutra Pavilion, when he saw Murong Bo being slapped to death by the librarian in front of him.
At that time, my heart felt desolate, and I suddenly lost the belief in living. I was slapped by the sweeping monk without dodge.
Life is like a bubble in a dream, like dew and lightning.
"You're right, I have nothing to say now. You neither kill me nor let me kill myself. What do you want?"
Duan Yanqing's voice was bitter.
"Stay alive!"
Murong Fu looked into Duan Yanqing's eyes and said in a sincere tone.
Duan Yanqing and Murong Fu looked at each other for a long time, and the hostility in their eyes gradually disappeared. For the first time in twenty years, they felt something called friendship.
He sighed softly, like an old cat that was about to expire, huddled under a ray of warm sunshine in winter.
He got up, his whole body wet, and struggled out of the pool.
Without crutches, he walked with his hands and tried hard to support his body. He did not pick up the pair of iron sticks that had been with him for more than twenty years. Instead, he went to an apricot tree by the pool and broke two thick ones.
The branches supported his broken body, just like how he broke two bodhi branches under the bodhi tree at Tianlong Temple twenty years ago to use as a crutch.
time to go.
Duan Yanqing sighed secretly.
"Where are you going?"
Murong Fu asked.
Duan Yanqing stopped, thought for a moment, and said in his ugly ventriloquism: "Go back to Dali and see my father's tomb."
"What about the future?"
Duan Yanqing did not answer.
He leaned on a pair of apricot blossom branch crutches and left lonely, just like twenty years ago, not knowing what the ultimate goal of this trip was.
Of course Murong Fu would not let Duan Yanqing leave like this. Otherwise, wouldn't all the words he just said have been in vain?
With a movement, Murong Fu stopped in front of Duan Yanqing.
Duan Yanqing raised his head and glanced at Murong Fu, his cloudy eyes as calm as a pool of stagnant water.
"Everyone in this world has a reason to live. Even the so-called most evil person in the world."
Murong Fu said softly.
Duan Yanqing said nothing.
Murong Fu waved his sleeves and said with a smile: "Do you know why Ye Erniang left?"
Duan Yanqing's cloudy eyes glowed with a glimmer of light, and then quickly dimmed: "Are you the one who did it again?"
"almost!"
This time Murong Fu didn't joke and said seriously: "But this is also her own choice."
"Ye Erniang has been stealing other people's children to play with over the years, just because her only child was stolen more than 20 years ago. She was so angry that her psychology became increasingly distorted, and she became what she is today.
The way it looks.”
Duan Yanqing's face moved slightly. He and Ye Erniang had been together for decades, but they didn't know that there was such a layer.
"Then I told her that I knew the whereabouts of her child and asked her to do more good deeds from now on. The day she changed her name as the second most evil person in the world, I would tell her the whereabouts of her child."
Murong Fudan smiled.
Duan Yanqing was puzzled, but at this moment, for some reason, his heart started beating wildly, almost as if he had a premonition, and his heartbeat seemed to be beating a war drum.
He had an inexplicable premonition that Murong Fu's next words would change his life.
At this moment, he held his breath for fear that the sound of his breathing would be too loud and cover up Murong Fu's next words. The hands holding the branches also trembled slightly.