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Chapter 20

Nanfeng didn't believe that Zhuang Ruofu's confession could have any hidden meanings, but since Shen Quehan said so, he didn't do anything anymore, and just stood aside coldly with arms folded, almost saying "I want to see if you are still alive." How can you quibble?" The words hit Zhuang Ruofu's face.

However, when Shen Quehan opened his mouth, he asked an irrelevant question: "Is Miss Song San still alive?"

Nan Feng was puzzled, but this question obviously hit Zhuang Ruofu's heart. The change in the other's face was wonderful, and he was stunned for a long time before he asked vaguely and without confidence: "What do you mean?"

Shen Quehan has always disliked going around in circles, and his tactfulness at this moment is actually giving Zhuang Ruofu time to react: "Although the fate between you and me as senior brothers is shallow, after all, we came from the same school, and I got started earlier than you In a few years, I basically know what I should know and what I shouldn’t know.”

"..."

He was stupefied as if he had been slapped head-on, and even his eyes were lost for a moment. Finally, he leaned back against the wall in a slumped manner, and said in a low voice, "I'm alive. I'm not going to—" He paused in the middle of the sentence He sighed, feeling that there was no need to explain, silently lowered his head, and smiled self-deprecatingly.

Seeing his jittery look, Nan Feng became angry: "Can you two have a conversation if you have something to say, what kind of charades are you playing here?"

Shen Quehan touched the back of his hand soothingly: "The so-called 'Miss Song San was obsessed with the story and ran away from home and went to Songhua City' is actually a rumor. Someone deliberately released the rumor, just to provoke Nanming Pavilion to confront the demons. This murderer with a knife The immoral method is your brother Zhuang's handwriting, do I make it clear?"

south wind:"……"

"Why?" He asked Zhuang Ruofu in shock, "I provoked you, how dare you slander me like this?"

It was indeed him who did it. Zhuang Ruofu knew that it was useless to explain, and no matter how he cleaned it up, he would not be able to clean it up. He could only pretend to be dead and not look at him.However, although Nanfeng was angry, he still couldn't understand the meaning behind what the two said, and asked slightly sarcastically: "Do you have an old grudge with Nanming Pavilion?"

Zhuang Ruofu hesitated for a while, before answering irrelevantly and whispered: "I used to... didn't know that you were the Demon Lord."

"It's almost over." Nanfeng snorted coldly, "You can even kill the senior brother, and if you know it's me, will you give up your big plan of revenge? This is the end of the matter, so there is no need to hypocritically say that it is intentional or unintentional .”

Zhuang Ruofu fell silent after being stabbed by him.

Shen Quehan knew Zhuang Ruofu's proud and arrogant character, once he made a mistake and was caught, he would rather describe himself in a bad way than bow his head and beg for mercy, as if arguing would kill him.Looking at the angry Nanfeng and the pale Zhuang Ruofu, he could hardly count the number of times he sighed: "Sometimes killing people with a knife is the same thing as pushing a boat along the river. That year when Songhua City was ambushed and killed, although he knew I went to the accountant and didn't remind me on purpose, but if I left it alone, I would die on the spot. It was he who secretly rescued me from Songhua City, and then made me sleep for a hundred years with the law of insanity. Everyone thought I was dead, so I won't stare at Jiuyun for trouble in the future.

"So seriously, what he did actually saved my life, so I didn't bother him."

Nanfeng understands the truth, but feelings are unreasonable, he can't distinguish "people" and "things" as clearly as Shen Quehan.Even if Zhuang Ruofu had great grievances, even if he took the initiative to save him in the end, how could he coldly let his elder brother go into danger alone, so that he was seriously injured and near death, and even regarded this incident as his own without any regrets? stepping stone?

That's 100 years.

Nanfeng's eyes were hot, and he turned his head silently.

Shen Quehan said: "As for today's matter, it is almost as you guessed, he has some old enemies with Nanming Pavilion..."

Zhuang Ruofu suddenly took the initiative to speak: "My parents used to practice in Nanming Pavilion, and Zhou Fengqi also had a fellowship with Zhou Fengqi. One year, the Zhujin City under Nanming Pavilion was invaded by demon cultivators. My parents were ordered to help out, but unfortunately encountered the army of demons. In the end, he defended the city until he died in a vigorous battle."

"During the time they were trapped, they sent letters to Nanming Pavilion for help many times, but no one responded. After my parents died, I was also kicked out of Nanming Pavilion. I went all the way north from Mingzhou and knocked on the fairy gates, but no one took me in. Don't talk about seeking justice for my parents. In the end, the head took me back and made me the second disciple of the Jiuyun sect."

He still remembered that middle-aged monk who was a bit simple and honest, who patiently listened to his disorderly cries, blushing with empathy, but could only tell him helplessly: "Son, I can give you a bite of food and teach you some things to eat." Ability, but Jiuyun is just a small sect that cannot be smaller, Nanming Pavilion tramples us to death as easily as tramples to death an ant, I can't help you."

"If you want to be fair, you have to stand upright yourself."

He kept the words of the head of the sect in his heart, tried his best, and practiced without sleep or food. All he thought was that one day he would be so powerful that he could flatten the demons and avenge him. The monks of Xianmen who couldn't reach it for their lives could hear him.

But, but.

But he worked so hard, but the Jiuyun faction of that generation had an unborn genius.

In that year of the battle between immortals and demons, the demon clan disappeared from the world. The young and powerful sword cultivator became famous in the first battle, and countless immortal sects sent invitations to him. His light alone was enough to cover up the dilapidated sect and the useless brothers behind him. .

Zhuang Ruofu is like a tree, before the roots are firmly established, the feet are inexplicably empty.

He suddenly didn't know what he should be busy with. The demon clan was destroyed, the immortal sect was prosperous and united, and the Jiuyun faction received unprecedented courtesy because of Shen Quehan. One day he even found that his name had disappeared. Everyone called him "Shen Quehan's Junior Brother".

What Shen Quehan said was right, sometimes killing people with a knife is the same thing as going with the flow.

Zhuang Ruofu realized earlier than most immortal sects that if Shen Quehan continued to be so powerful, other monks of the same generation would have no chance to stand out.But he didn't want to harm Shen Quehan, he just contacted the elders of the Qianzhong sect in private, hoping to find a chance to join a bigger sect, but he heard the conspiracy between Qiu Changyin and several major sects.He ran for several miles at night in the deserted wilderness, full of doubts and panic, but an unusually calm thought was always flashing in his mind-this might be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

And he really jumped at the chance.

During the 100 years without Shen Quehan, Zhuang Ruofu gradually woke up from the youthful ignorance and self-pity, and finally had to face up to the fact that he was not a genius.His reputation fluctuates from time to time, but the monks who deal with him don't really care much about him—respect Luo Yi first and respect others, all for Qian Zhongmen's face.

For someone like him, the embarrassment is far greater than the pain, but he continued masochistically: "The young master of Nanming Pavilion, Zhou Huan, loves Song Lingbo, and the head of the Nanming Pavilion also intends to marry Nanming Pavilion, but Song Lingbo doesn't like Zhou Huan. Huan, she doesn't want to marry either, she and I have known each other for a long time, so she came to me for advice."

"At that time, I thought, why don't we take this opportunity to 'smooth the boat' one more time, using Miss Song San as an excuse to lure Zhou Huan into Songhua City, instigate Nanming Pavilion and the demons to fight each other, and put away the old enmity... Make a clean break."

This time, success or failure depends on his own ability. Since he wanted to make a complete end and let go of the past and old grievances, he sent Shen Quehan's soul back on the way to Nanming Pavilion.

Unexpectedly, in the end, Mozun was his former junior junior brother, but the one standing in front of him was still his senior senior brother.

"It is said that ascetics compete with heaven for fate, but in fact they are all lying to themselves. Ordinary people, monks, are just a pawn in the hands of fate. I tried my best to make myself look like a human being, but it turned out that I was still Jumping clown."

He looked down at the snow under his feet, and sighed very lightly: "Eldest senior brother, if only you were as exhaustive as you are today, it would have been great, and you would have saved me so many years of wishful thinking."

Shen Quehan said indifferently: "That's not called an exhaustive strategy, it's called a long memory. When I was young, I believed in others, but now I don't believe in it anymore, so naturally I think too much."

All the harsh words he heard today didn’t add up to this one. Zhuang Ruofu knew that he had no face to be wronged in front of him, but he couldn’t help but feel like a child who had done something wrong and was slapped by his parents. .

"Yeah." He said apologetically, "I'm sorry."

At this moment, the emotions that have been hidden for many years are finally completely torn apart in a corner of this vast snow field. The howling cold wind pierced through, and the chest became more empty than ever before.

He looked at himself in a trance and bewilderment, as if it was so strange after 100 years, he saw a crooked tree growing on the cliff.

Zhuang Ruofu is no longer a thing, after all he was his junior brother, Shen Quehan couldn't say anything more when he saw his distraught look.Just as the three of them were looking at each other speechlessly, the sky suddenly dimmed, and there was a faint thunder in the clouds in the distance. Nanfeng sharply raised his head and looked into the sky: "What's going on? Who is going through the catastrophe at this time?"

Shen Quehan and him looked at each other, then turned their heads to look at Zhuang Ruofu: "..."

"What kind of fate is this for you? Why do I feel that God's will is specially for you? What did you do long ago? You should have an epiphany when you shouldn't have an epiphany." Shen Quehan helped his forehead and lifted Zhuang Ruofu out of the corner, "Hurry up and go, Don't implicate our Songhua City if you get struck by lightning yourself."

"and many more."

Nanfeng moved his wrist, and said coldly: "If you want to cross the catastrophe, you have to wait until I finish looking for his troubles."

Shen Quehan: "..."

One is his former junior, and the other is his current sweetheart. Even though Shen Quehan is a swordsman who is not easy to be swayed by emotions, he knows who he should side with at this moment, so he let go of Zhuang Ruofu's arm helplessly.

Zhuang Ruofu looked at them blankly, not fully understanding what was going on: "Brother...?"

Mozun didn't say a word, stepped forward, and punched him in the face without fancy, heavy punch.

boom!

Zhuang Ruofu flew upside down two feet and fell headfirst into the snowdrift, half fell and half stunned, and he didn't get up for a long time.

Shen Quehan "hissed" gasped: "Are you all right?"

"He deserves it." Nan Feng squinted with his hands behind his back, his tone was cold and stern, and if he listened carefully, there was a hint of gnashing of teeth, "If he hadn't been a hindrance, you would have belonged to me long ago."

"..."

Shen Quehan: "I mean your hand, are you okay?"

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