Chapter 91 Bitter Wine

Chu Ruoting first asked to see Helian Youhen. As Song Ju said, the Demon King was in seclusion, no one saw him.

It's really strange

Chu Ruoting's heart was full of doubts and slowly walked to the weapon refining room

There is a ban set up by the Demon Lord outside the refining room. No one except her can enter Chu Ruoting and push open the door and stand under the high lotus platform.

A glowing colorful glass lamp is suspended on the lotus platform carved by beautiful jade

Over the years, Chu Ruoting has been talking to this lamp countless times, and never thought that one day, she would come and secretly take it away.

She wanted to leave with the Soul-Encoding lamp now, but she rationally told her that she could not do this

She must wait for the Demon Lord to come out of seclusion, and after he falls asleep, replace the fake soul-abundling lamp... Only in this way can the Demon Lord not be unfavorable to Jing Mo Daiying

Chu Ruoting pretended to read the books in the refining room, and actually used her spiritual sense to quietly observe the details of the Soul-Environment Lamp. At that time, she would try her best to make the fake Soul-Environment Lamp the same as the real one.

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What Chu Ruoting said left no trace in Jing Mo's heart

He has no other wishes in his life, and no matter what soul, immortality, or the supreme world, it doesn't matter.

He just wants to be with Chuchu forever

By the way, it would be even better if Song Ju and Dai Ying were there too!

Daiying is his old partner. Mr. Song Ju found something interesting for him. Chuchu and Daiying are not around, and the only friend who can talk is Song Ju.

Song Ju!

Jing Mo took out the Lingguo Lingjiu from the house, and he could not find anyone else in a blink of an eye.

...Where did you go again?

Jing Mo frowned, looked around, and suddenly remembered a place

He kicked the railing down and leaped onto the roof of Xuanshuang Palace with the force. Sure enough, he saw Song Ju.

Song Ju lay on the roof, his hands were pillowed on the back of his head, his sleeves slid to his elbows, revealing a piece of firm and tight forearm

His face was covered with tender green leaves, covering his eyes, and his right leg rested on his left knee, looking leisurely and lazy, chic and relaxed.

He always looks cautious and respectful. Only Jing Mo knows that when there is no one around, he will show his unrestrained nature.

Jing Mo stepped on the tiles and sat down next to Song Ju.

He took a spiritual fruit and wiped it on his sleeve, bit it, and chewed it and asked: Song Ju, why do you like lying on the roof so much?

Song Ju didn't answer

After a while, he took off the green leaves covering his eyes, squinted his eyes to adapt to the dazzling light

Song Ju raised his right hand and spread his slender five fingers with distinct joints, as if he wanted to grab a handful of endless secret clouds.

Looking up through the gap between his fingers, he said indifferently: Don't you think... this way can you be closer to the sky.

Jing Mo raised his head, as if he was about to get closer, he shook the bangs covering his forehead, guessing in his heart, Song Ju, do you want to buy a flying magic weapon?

Song Ju ignores him

It should be said that when no one else was there, Song Ju ignored him most of the time

Jing Mo is used to it

He took out the spiritual fruit and asked Song Ju if he wanted it. After a while, he took out another jar of spiritual wine and shook it: Can you try the spiritual wine that Chuchu brought back specially?

Song Ju said coldly: I won't drink

Jing Mo Ah? He said, extremely surprised, you didn’t drink?

He seemed to be drunk but he didn't feel like drinking.

Song Ju looked away, and his sinister eyes stretched along the roof of Xuanshuang Palace to the distance.

Looking out, you can see the entire Wunian Palace. The neat and majestic gray walls and green tiles are stretched out in the palace. The sea is vast, boundless, endless.

Like him now, he fell into the vast smoke and lost his direction

He has taken shortcuts in his life to practice evil magic. He will find it difficult to improve his cultivation after breaking through the Nascent Soul. He is even suffering from the backlash of evil power. His soul always seems to be being pulled by life. Only by using Fengjicao can he gain a moment of stability.

But he doesn't regret it

What does it matter if the evil power is backfired? What does it matter if the cultivation level cannot increase?

At least the enemy is dead

My wish is gone, and I am slacking off

Every day, either counting the green tiles of Wunian Palace wasted time, or wandering like a wandering ghost

Anyway, the life span of the Nascent Soul monks is long, and they are slowly consumed...

There will always be a day of death

Jing Mo sipped the spiritual wine in one sip, and felt the taste was sweet and clear, and he couldn't help asking: Song Ju, why don't you drink?

hot

Spicy throat, spicy heart, spicy lungs, will always remind him of bad things

Jing Mo laughed loudly when he heard this and stuffed a jar of wine into Song Ju's arms. Don't worry about this wine, it's sweet!

Song Ju ignored the deaf ears, put the wine jar next to him, turned around and lay down, grabbed the leaves and covered them with their eyes.

……

Why are you standing there? Drinking Ah!

The vulgar Dao Xiu, who had a beard on his face, squeezed his mouth hard, picked up the wine glass and poured it into his mouth, and drank Ah! You drink Ah!

Where can a five or six-year-old child drink alcohol?

He was extremely scared and struggled hard, looking at the magnificent and bright tassel palace lanterns on the roof of the flower building in horror, dizzy and panic

I don't know if the liquor choked into the trachea, so spicy that his nose and tears flowed.

Ouch! Brother Zhao!

Yuan's mother walked quickly with her embroidered handkerchief, rescued him from Dao Xiu's hand, and laughed at him. Han Chen was still a child, so where could he drink these things? Could it be that you ruined it?

Kuang Hanchen hid behind Yuan's mother, his face flushed, he bent down and coughed violently, and his internal organs seemed to be burning.

Yuan’s mother apologized to Dao Xiu, holding his clothes with one hand, putting her waist with the other, turning her head and eyebrows across her eyebrows and shouting angrily: Li Niang! Li Niang!

After shouting twice, no one responded. She pulled up the volume, gritted her teeth, Kuang Li! Get out and get your son away!

After a while, the graceful female cultivator jogged downstairs from the private room on the second floor, holding a black jade flute in her hand.

She was just playing music to the guest upstairs, and when she heard Yuan's mother's lion's voice, she knew something was wrong.

Li Niang pulled Kuang Hanchen and admitted his mistake to Yuan's mother: Mom, please calm down. Next time I will definitely be optimistic about him and will never let him come to the front of the hall.

Fortunately, I didn’t meet Long Yang’s genius, I only met a drunkard! The cold minister was made of jade. If you don’t want him to follow your old path, just take care of him! If any monk wants to make him a rabbit, I can’t protect him!

Yuan's mother was so slandered and cursed, twisted her waist and went to the door to greet the guests.

Li Niang quickly pulled Kuang Hanchen to the corner of the backyard of the flower building

Yuan’s mother’s words are not without reason. Their cultivation skills are lower than those of the other. The sword cultivation just now was a senior at the third level of foundation building. Fortunately, nothing happened.

Li Niang squatted in front of her son, holding his hand, her beautiful face was covered with sorrow

Han minister, you have always been obedient. Didn’t you ever warn you? Never go to the front yard, what’s wrong with you?

Kuang Hanchen pursed his lips, his voice was still a little childish, but his expression was very serious: Mom, I have observed that when the building is not busy, Mr. Gui collects the table every hour; when he is busy, he collects it once half an hour before Mr. Gui comes, and I will pack up the remaining soups with good quality and then sell them to the food repairs in Lijiaxiang. I can earn an extra low-grade spirit stone every day.

You're still young, you don't need to worry about these things

Li Niang's eyes heated up and shed tears. She carried her son into her arms, leaned on his small shoulder, endured...to bear it again! Your father will come back to pick us up mother and son, and he will definitely come back

The gentle and salty sea breeze blew gently, shattering the black hair on Kuang Hanchen's temples, itchy

He closed his eyes, pillowed his hands behind his head, and spoke suddenly, Jing Mo, do you still remember what your father looks like?

Can't remember clearly

Jing Mo smiled, since the soul was taken away by the Demon Lord, I can't remember many things clearly

He took another spiritual fruit and ate it, and asked in a daze: Song Ju, what does your father look like? Do you also have a birthmark on your head?

Kuang Hanchen: No

No birthmark?

No dad

……

My mother always told him that my father is elegant and has extraordinary character, and it is hard to find someone more handsome than him in the light world.

He also said that he looks five points like his father

Not to mention Han Chen has no expectations for his father he has never met

Only when he occasionally sees his peers riding on his father's neck and the laughter is too harsh, will he be unable to help but fantasize about what the man who has been worried about for the rest of his life looks like

Not long after, my mother would take him south

The day before leaving the flower building, Yuan's mother also sent some spirit stones over.

Li Niang slashed her eyebrows in the mirror, her eyes were filled with joy. Mother Yuan, thank you for your care over the years, I found Brother Yun’s whereabouts and wanted to join him

Does he know you are looking for him?

Brother Yun begged outside, if you don’t have time to find me, then I will go find him... Li Niang bent her mouth and picked up a flying hairpin in front of the dressing table. He promised me that one person will be together forever. Look, this is our love token of love.

Yuan's mother shook her head secretly, stuffed the spirit stone wrapped in the embroidered handkerchief into her hand, and advised: How can men believe the words! Each one is a lie!

Li Niang was unhappy and said angrily: Brother Yun is not that kind of person... I believe him

Believe it wholeheartedly

Kuang Hanchen stood in the dark in the room, silently watching Li Niang and Yuan’s mother talked all night long

The next day, the mother and son bought a spiritual boat ticket, and after more than ten days, they arrived at the main city of Kunnan.

Kunnan is prosperous and the prices are very expensive. While looking for people everywhere, they can only take their children to live in the straw shed outside the city.

The wind leaks in the straw shed in winter and rain leaks in summer

One day, Li Niang ran back happily, picked him up, and circled in the narrow and dark straw hut, Han Chen! I found your father! He, he was the head of the Nangong family!

Although Hanchen was young, he had also heard of the You family in the North Lu, the Dong Sulin family in the Kunnan Palace.

My father's family background is so prominent, now, their lives should be better, right?

As a result, the next day, Li Niang returned home and covered her face and cried.

Kuang Hanchen asked her what was wrong, but she didn't say a word. He went to the city to inquire by himself, and only then did he know that Nangong Yun had already married. His wife was a noble daughter of a noble family. The couple was deeply in love. At the beginning of the year, the birth date of Nangong Xuan was held for a month.

Li Niang wanted to go to Nangong Yun to explain clearly, but Nangong Yun asked someone to beat him up.

Maybe it hurts my brain, and then Li Niang goes crazy

Kuang Hanchen never saw his gentle and beautiful mother again

She wandered outside the Nangong mansion all day long, talking in a daze, either humming the new voice of the two phoenixes, and being in love forever. Or she took out the jade flute and played "Blossom Sutra", with sad voices.

From beginning to end, she believed that Nangong Yun did not lie to her and believed that he would reunite with them, mother and son

But Hanchen was young and had to make a living everywhere to earn spirit stones. He had to worry about taking care of his mad mother. He struggled in the market and gradually learned to speak to others and speak to ghosts.

Until half a month later, Kuang Hanchen stood by the street and witnessed several slaves dragging her mother into the Nangong house.

They poured her a poisonous tarsal bone, and threw it back into the straw mattress.

Besides, Han Chen will never forget that day

The sky is like a cloud that never dissipates in Wunian Palace, heavy and dull, as if it is about to rain heavily

He trembled and pulled open the straw mat, and suddenly saw Li Niang's twisted face, sunken cheekbones, and blood-filled eyes that almost broke out from his orbit

If you are infected with tarsal bone poison, you will not die immediately, Li Niang still breathes

She trembled and stretched out her withered hands, a cold minister...

Mom? Mom? What's wrong with you?

Although Kuang Hanchen was afraid, he still wanted to hold her hand

But Li Niang suddenly rose up, her dry and black fingers tightened his clothes and pulled them down.

She shed two lines of blood and tears at him and shouted loudly: Did you see it? Have you seen my fate? I misjudged my heart, what exactly is the exchange for in my life?

She loved Nangong Yun for the rest of her life and believed him foolishly for the rest of her life. It was not until the bowl of poisonous bone that she woke her up from her dream.

Kuang Hanchen had never seen his mother like this before

Statue... Demon

He fell to the ground, very scared

Li Niang looked at her son's pale face and felt infinite regret in her heart

This year……

He is six years old?

Seven years old?

How old are you?

Her life was occupied by Nangong Yun. She was immersed in the first half of her life in the beautiful dreams he woven. The second half of her life was tortured by nightmares and ignored her biological son.

But it's useless to regret now

She's almost dead

The cold minister... Li Niang held his clothes hard and shook them hard, word by word, word by word, word by word, tears and blood flow down. Mom has nothing to teach you in this life... You, listen to your mother's words, never believe others in this life! No matter who that person is... don't believe it! Have you heard it?

Heard

Kuang Hanchen was so scared that he stretched out his hand and panickedly wanted to bring back the blood she vomited. Mom, stop talking! I'll get you elixirs! These days, I've cheated on a lot of elixirs! All of them are for you to take!

Good cheating! Very good cheating!

The blood in Li Niang's mouth mixed with internal organs kept surging out, as if she had lost her mind in a mad manner, crying and laughing. Even if you deceive the whole world, don't be deceived by others again! Otherwise, it's my mother's ending... Have you seen it? It's my mother's ending!

What else she wanted to say, the tarsal bone poison erupted, and she could only make a hoho roar in her throat

Li Niang finally let go of her fingers weakly and lowered her arms

When she died, her mouth opened and her eyes widened, as if she was accusing her of the misery and reluctance of her life.

Kuang Hanchen knelt in front of her body for three days, and he thought a lot of things in his mind.

Some figure it out, some can't figure it out

He buried Li Niang's body under the straw shed, and it was not long after that, Nangong Yun found it

Nangong Yun was surrounded by the servants of the Nangong family and squeezed into the narrow and dark straw hut together. Nangong Yun didn't know that he stood three feet below him, burying the poisoned oriole girl.

A servant pulled Kuang Hanchen over roughly and knelt in front of Nangong Yun.

The head of the family, he is Kuang Hanchen, do you think you should change him back to Nangong...

No! Nangong Yun interrupted the servant's explanation and glanced at his face from a high point, with a hint of disgust, so he should be the first slave of his family.

He was romantic for a moment and was so fond of a bad seed with Yilou and laughing. It was a great shame and humiliation in his life. How could this bad seed be defiled? Nangong's surname

Give him a bite of food, and he is so kind and righteous

Kuang Hanchen only realized at this time that he really looked very similar to his father.

From the moment he met Nangong Yun, he suddenly understood what his purpose was in this life

Kill him

Use all your means and kill him without any means!

……

Now, he really killed Nangong Yun

Also used tarsal bone poison, bit by bit, torture the head of the Nangong family to death

The news came, and Hanchen was a little confused about whether it was true or not.

He lives like a gambler in his life, betting on all his wealth and life, and betting on Nangong Yun's loss

Fortunately, he won the bet

Decades of bloody hatred have finally been broken

The Nangong family issued a reward order, and the Fuguang Realm chased him everywhere. He hid everywhere like a dog, like a dog, and broke into two pieces of the magic weapon of the black jade flute, lying in his dry sea of ​​consciousness.

He could only hide his name, change his appearance, and stay in Wunian Palace where the demon cultivators gathered. He sat on the roof every day, looking at the endless blue sea, vast misty waves, wasting time and wasting his life span

Song Ju, this spiritual wine is really delicious

Daiying and I both like it

You definitely like it too

Jing Mo was chattering around and was very noisy

He has hundreds of ways to kill Jing Mo, but, for all, what did he do to kill Jing Mo?

Kill Jing Mo, he didn't even have the last place to live

Chu Ruoting will definitely avenge Jing Mo

Thinking of Chu Ruoting, Kuang Hanchen became even more bored

When she first met her ten years ago, she was just a minor foundation-building practice that was not worth worrying about. But now, her cultivation has soared and she has become the saint of Wunian Palace. Looking at the floating light world, there are very few opponents.

And he... could only be her humble subordinate with a mask

It is undeniable that he had a good impression of Chu Ruoting at that time

A beautiful female cultivator, smart, cunning, tough... She dared to trick him into a circle, which was enough to arouse his interest

He likes her body, looks at the light in her eyes, and looks at the gentleness of her pretending to be flattering.

Compared to Jing Mo's deep love for her, he was more interested in Chu Ruoting.

There are not so many loves in the world as deep as the sea. When you fall in love at first sight, you are just lies that deceive the world. Even if you really have feelings, your fate will be like his mother, miserable and sad

Do you regret searching Chu Ruoting’s soul?

Han Chen didn't know

He knew her past, and he felt pity for mutual appreciation in his heart, but Chu Ruoting disdains anyone's pity. Ten years have passed, and she lives a different life, but he is still complacent.

Thinking of this, Han Chen anxiously took off the leaves in front of him, his eyes glowing with shimmering red.

Jing Mo saw his movements and thought he was going to drink, so he quickly handed him the wine jar and tasted it

Kuang Hanchen didn't answer

He looked at Jing Mo's face carefully

He's a pretty

But he felt selfishly that Jing Mo was a little worse than his appearance

But Chu Ruoting likes Jing Mo and regards Jing Mo as a treasure. She is willing to commit herself to the Demon Lord, and she is willing to go through fire and water for him. She is willing to give everything for him.

Kuang Hanchen tilted his head to examine it, as if he wanted to stare at him thoroughly as if he was asking himself, or as if he was asking someone else, what did she like about you?

Jing Mo got juice with fruit

While using the dust purification technique, he asked: Who?

Saint

Jing Mo smiled brightly, his eyes filled with pride and joy, because she was with me, happy

hapiness?

Kuang Hanchen almost forgot what kind of emotion it was

...Not right

Just now when Chu Ruoting gave him a sachet, he seemed to have had a moment of joy.

Kuang Hanchen lowered his head, raised his hand to stroke the bat-patterned sachet, and touched the neatly folded triangle talisman inside through the satin fabric.

Jing Mo's pupils were pitch black, as if soaked in the clear lake water, and could penetrate all emotions in an instant

Kuang Hanchen suddenly understood

Jing Mo's sincere heart is something he will never have in his life

He was repeatedly destroyed by fate, and his various conspiracies and tricks had long covered his heart with thick dust.

He can only hide in the dark forever, like mosquitoes, flies, rats and cockroaches in the ditch, despicable, sinister, evil and greedy, silently peeking at everything in the world of light.

Jing Mo picked up the wine jar, handed it to him, and smiled and said: Song Ju, try it, it's very sweet

Kuang Hanchen hesitated for a moment, grabbed the wine jar, slapped the Kaifeng mud, raised his head and sipped it.

Cold wine enters the throat and soaks the sorrowful intestines

It's obviously bitter