indianbanksassociation Chapter 144
Chapter 144
These are the longest hours of Shen Mengzhuang's life.
On the rockery, magpies chirp and flap their wings to fly to the eaves.The leaves blown in the wind, skimmed the lake, and the water was rippling.
The wind is blowing, blowing the hem of the clothes, rustling in the ears.Those unknown memories, as well as feelings that cannot be extricated from themselves, were blown away in the wind and turned into mud.
Wind blows.
End of life.
There seemed to be thousands of silver needles piercing the nerves and blood vessels in a tempting way, and the headache was about to split.
There seemed to be a palm holding the heart in every possible way, exerting force little by little, trying to crush the heart alive.
He felt a cut in his skin, and all the blood in his whole body rushed out from that slit.The flesh and blood all over the body started from that opening, peeling off bit by bit, bit by bit, the flesh and blood were separated.
He felt that the bones in his body were being slowly removed by a long needle, and his legs gradually became weak.He leaned on the stone table to barely support himself, he bit his lips tightly so as not to cry embarrassingly.
From yesterday to now, he has only been here for more than 20 hours, but it seems like hundreds of years have passed.
A few hours ago, he originally wanted to wait for that person to appear, wanted to ask that person's name, asked if they knew each other, and wanted to ask if that person would kill him.
Seems like a stupid question, stupid approach.
How can anyone tell someone honestly that he will kill him?
But he just wanted to do it, as if for no reason.
As long as that person said he would not kill him, he would believe it.
From yesterday to now, he can't forget that look.
The fiery eyes that looked innocent and wronged, but full of affection.
As if looking at the love of my life, as if using all my sincerity and love to enshrine the person in my eyes with my eyes.
Those eyes were as hot as fire, as pure as snow, as lingering as water.It is as beautiful as spring in March, as bright as the sun in summer, as fragrant as strong wine in winter.
He didn't know that person, and after thinking about it all night last night, he seriously came to a conclusion.
But why did that person look at him like that?Perhaps they could not be complete strangers.
If that person says he won't kill him, then let's start with friends.
He thought so, maybe he could become friends.
From loss to expectation, he has been looking forward to that person appearing again.
It doesn't matter if you hide under a tree or behind a rockery.
He had a confidence that he didn't know where, that no matter where the man was hiding, he would find it quickly.
He waited from noon to dusk.
He didn't have the slightest bit of impatience and resentment, even though that person didn't show up for a long time.
He can wait forever, even if that person doesn't want to be his friend, at least he knows the name.
He waited and waited until the magpie flew from the treetops to the rockery, and waited until the leaves fell for the second time.
He waited for a piece of news that broke him physically and mentally.
His name is Shen Mengzhuang, I learned his name from Leng Shanlan.
But at this moment, he learned more from another person, about himself, about the person who was late in the future.
He is Shen Mengzhuang, the eldest disciple of Cangxuan sect elder Xuanqiu, the future head of Cangxuan sect, and the future head of the sect.But overnight, his master, his good friends Meng Qingyang, Zhou Bufan, and Ye Zhenzhen were all brutally killed by that person.
His cultivation, appearance, and legs were all destroyed by that person. He was once blind and dumb.
He was once imprisoned in a cage, and as that person's prison, he suffered humiliation from the crotch without dignity.In front of the tomb of his respected master, in front of the head of his friend, and in the hot spring where everyone can see, he used it as a tool for venting, allowing him to humiliate and play with him.
When the master and his friends were martyred and died for the world, but he was struggling to survive under that person, without dignity and face, shamelessly begging for mercy as a plaything.
He saw the evil face of that person who slaughtered cities and lives, and saw the strange smile of that person wantonly humiliating him.He even saw himself brazenly making love to his crotch, shy, forbearing, and flattering, and the scenes were enough to make him die of shame.
He knew that person's name and identity, but he didn't have the surprise and joy he had imagined.
That person is the current master of the demon world, the demon who destroys his sect, kills his master, kills his friends, harms the common people, and destroys all of him—Lu Qingyuan.
Shen Mengzhuang breathed with his mouth open, his fingers gripping the stone table turned white, and his face was full of tears at some point.He remembered that just now, he shamelessly wanted to know Lu Qingyuan and want to be friends with him.The anticipation just now turned into a disgusting nausea stuck in his throat, and he only felt the tip of his tongue hurt.
He thought of that look again, and thought it was sincere, warm, and affectionate.
But when he knew what Lu Qingyuan had done to him.He suddenly felt that behind that look, that fiery look, was the despicableness that burned after seeing his naked body.
He actually wants to be friends with the enemy who killed his teacher and friend?He actually developed compassion for the enemy who abused him?He was simply beyond repair.
In the empty backyard, the evening breeze blew gently.The fallen leaves are falling, and the magpies are gone.
Those who want to wait delay the future.
The feelings I want to tell are extinguished in the wind.
Those who tried to take steps had their legs crippled.
The heart that wanted to beat again fell into a cloud of ashes.
Xuan Jinyan looked at the grief-stricken Shen Mengzhuang, and gently stroked the white cat in his arms.
He told Shen Mengzhuang the past in detail, but it was more vivid.
Lu Qingyuan's despicable things to the Cangxuan Sect, to the Dark Realm, and to Shen Mengzhuang are all true.
He told Shen Mengzhuang about the old hatred.He told Shen Mengzhuang that today's hostility.Among all the truths, he picked out the one that suits his heart the most and handed it to Shen Mengzhuang, but he didn't say a word about the relationship between them.
The rare good sunlight completely disappeared on the top of the mountain, and the afterglow of the setting sun dissipated in the water. When the last leaf fell on the water, Shen Mengzhuang looked up at Xuan Jinyan.
The tone of the person in front of him was still calm and calm, without any waves or emotions.
Shen Mengzhuang looked at Xuan Jinyan's thin lips opening and closing, his eyes suddenly widened, and his breathing was out of rhythm.
He was silent for a long time, with noisy breathing in his ears, chewing over and over again in his mind the words just now, digesting the memories of the past over and over again.
When the last ripple on the water surface disappeared, Shen Mengzhuang hoarsely responded with two words, "Yes".
When the wind and rain came at night, the wooden windows slammed against the sills violently.The ground in the house was already wet, no one closed the windows, and no one slept.
After Lu Qingyuan finished dealing with the matter of the Miehui Palace, he rushed to Fengyi Terrace without stopping.After he came in, he had no internal strength, and he didn't have time to bring an umbrella, so he couldn't escape the heavy rain.His whole body was soaked, his black hair clinging to his back and forehead.
He was afraid that the cold air on his body would bring Shen Mengzhuang's sick body, so he stood outside the window and did not open the door to enter, even though he was already thinking like crazy.
But when he opened the wooden window, he found that there was no one on the bed.He thought it was because he missed it so much that he was dazzled to read it wrongly, but when he looked at it three or four times carefully, he was sure that there was really no one on the bed.
Breathing stopped at this point, Lu Qingyuan pushed open the door, and there was no one in the empty bedroom.He searched the house several times, walking up and down in panic like a child on the street who lost his beloved, at a loss for what to do.
The bedding is cold, and people should have disappeared for a long time.
Lu Qingyuan's eyes were red, and the panic in his eyes turned into resentment.Turn around and grab the door and go straight to the main hall.
The door was kicked open with a "bang", and Lu Qingyuan slapped the desk with one hand. In the dim candlelight, he could clearly see the bulging veins and scarlet eyes on his forehead.
Lu Qingyuan's eyes were wide open with anger, his brows and eyes were shrouded in gloom, like a ferocious beast waiting to eat.With a low voice, as cold as ice and snow in the twelfth lunar month, he said in a hoarse voice, "Give it back to me."
Leng Shanlan looked up from the case, still looking at the furious person in front of him calmly, unmoved by his words.
Lu Qingyuan leaned forward, his fingertips on the desk turned white.The cold air and the oppressive evil spirit swept all the people and things in the house in all directions. If the chill was visible, the ground would have been frozen three feet.
He suppressed the anger in his belly, and spit out a sentence loudly through the gap between his teeth.With the noble status of the Lord of the Demon Realm, it seems to be a warning and a threat.But like a down and out mortal who has lost his beloved and is looking for it in a hurry, he is begging, humbly begging, "Give him back to me."
Leng Shanlan met his fierce gaze, with a cold expression, and said indifferently: "Don't forget, you gave it to me with your own hands."
"I regret it." Lu Qingyuan slightly closed his red pupils, and his blood-colored eyes showed a strong killing intent, "I want to take him back."
"It's late." Leng Shanlan continued to bow his head to review the secret document in his hand, "He's not with me."
"Where is he!"
"Someone invited him as a guest, and he left voluntarily. I am not you, and I will not stop him from going. If you can find him, if he leaves with you voluntarily, I will not stop him."
Lu Qingyuan repeatedly asked who took Shen Mengzhuang away, but Leng Shanlan didn't say anything.The two men were at war with each other, only a gleam of sparks away, and the next moment they would confront each other.
"I can spend it with you here, but if anything happens to him, I will not be responsible."
The bloody red pupil put away the unbridled killing intent, Lu Qingyuan took one last look at Leng Shanlan, and rushed out of the hall anxiously to look for Shen Mengzhuang.
There was a violent storm outside the temple, and the twigs were broken and fell to the ground.The green leaves are covered with the quiet path, and there is nothing left in the red flowers, so the old man does not know where he is.
Lu Qingyuan almost collapsed in the rain thinking about where Shen Mengzhuang could go, where else could he be if he wasn't in Fengyi Terrace?Who invited him as a guest?
Just as he was dragging his body and walking aimlessly, the bloody bat above his head was flapping its wings eagerly and chattering, and the dark puppet was waiting outside Fengyi Terrace.
Lu Qingyuan turned a deaf ear and waved the blood bat away with a flick of his sleeve.His eyes are like a dry well, the stagnant water is lonely, as if there is no longer any waves.
The blood bat was also in a hurry, and it flew down and landed in front of his eyes, flapping its wings non-stop, asking him to go to Zhangwei Mountain.Lu Qingyuan waved his sleeves angrily, and shouted: "Get out!"
The blood bat, who was still worried just now, was suddenly scolded by its owner, and stopped in the air aggrieved, not daring to speak again. This was the first time its owner got angry with it in so many years and told it to go away.
In the heavy rain, the master and servant were one in front of the other, one in a daze, the other in a state of anxiety.Suddenly a black shadow drilled out from the gap in the ground, and gradually gathered to form a skeleton.
The skeleton walked up to Lu Qingyuan stiffly, reached out and handed him a letter.Lu Qingyuan took it vigilantly, and the skeleton disappeared instantly.
After a hasty glance at the contents of the letter, Lu Qingyuan rushed out of Fengyi Terrace with trembling hands, and the blood bat followed behind him full of doubts.
Huge waves were raging, and the bloody light of the Red Sea made the dark clouds in the sky turn crimson.On Zhangwei Mountain, Dark Puppet and Sanshou Qiying led the demon army to wait aside, waiting for Lu Qingyuan's arrival.
In the waves at the foot of the mountain, Changxie and the skeleton army are waiting in full battle, and the battle is imminent.
The black fog was thick, and blood bats flitted across the mountains.With a frightening scream, Lu Qingyuan appeared from the black mist, and landed between the dark puppet and the three-headed Qiying.
The cold wind was howling on the top of the mountain, and the black cloak was fluttering.Lu Qingyuan stood on the top of the mountain, his face was cold, his eyebrows were dark, and his red pupils were murderous.Staring at the figure on the mountain top in the distance, he said in a deep voice, "Where is the person?"
Opposite Lu Qingyuan, Xuan Jinyan half leaned on the soft bed.There was an unfathomable chuckle on his face, his voice was like a smoky veil, and he said lightly: "Junior Brother Lu, don't worry, I'm afraid you will scare Senior Brother Shen with your appearance. Why don't we play a game, if you win? Senior Brother Shen will naturally show up to meet you."
"Stop playing tricks, I'll give you another quarter of an hour. If you don't see anyone, this is where you will be buried." Lu Qingyuan clenched his fists tightly with both hands. He didn't have the domineering composure and contempt that he usually had, only the burning irritability and Uncontrollable rage.
However, today's Xuan Jinyan is no longer the weak junior brother who had no power to restrain a chicken in the past. He met Lu Qingyuan's murderous eyes leisurely, lowered his head and lightly rubbed the white cat in his arms, and said indifferently: "That's what you have to do." This skill."
"Come on, let me appreciate the majesty of the Demon Realm Supreme." Xuan Jinyan gently raised his right hand, and the skeleton army in the waves, ready to go, strode forward with spears in their hands, and the clanging sound shook the sky and the earth.
Lu Qingyuan let out a "squeak" impatiently, his red eyes were full of bloodlust.The black mist is getting thicker and thicker behind him, like killing intent steaming in his eyes.
The next moment, the two armies clashed with blood.
The heavy rain was dyed scarlet, and the red sea was filled with sticky blood.The broken limbs and corpses rise and fall with the wind and waves, the demon army is immortal, the skeletons are endless, and the spring breeze blows and regenerates.
The three-headed Qi Ying and An Puppet are invincible, and Lu Qingyuan has already had a thousand sails at the stroke of his sleeve.Before the skeleton army took three steps, it turned into a handful of dead ashes.
Xuan Jinyan hugged the white cat in one hand, propped his chin in the other, and leaned on the soft bed to look at Lu Qingyuan's killing posture.He couldn't help but shook his head in admiration, he was indeed the Lord of the Demon Realm, the Supreme Eternal Night, and it was indeed not a loss to die by his hands.
But, the game is over.
The wind returned to the deep valley, and in the bloody wind and rain, the blood all over his body was agitated due to the search for his beloved. Lu Qingyuan raised his hand and waved his sleeves, and the demonic energy was overwhelming, shaking the enemy back.
The night was heavy, and the red light reflected the sky.Lu Qingyuan possessed the ability to destroy illusions, and his murderous aura was overwhelming.All of a sudden, a white figure floated down, looking so beautiful that it took all of Lu Qingyuan's eyes away in an instant.
Looking at the figure coming from the backlight, Lu Qingyuan was overjoyed, the murderous look in his eyes suddenly turned into joy, and he shouted at the man: "Senior brother!"
Lu Qingyuan was overwhelmed with surprise, as if in the most hopeless and dark abyss, he caught a glimpse of the purest and warmest light, which came for him and towards him.
He jumped up and down with joy, there was nothing more important than Shen Mengzhuang in the world, and there was nothing more worthy of joy than Shen Mengzhuang.
He found it, on the verge of collapse with grief, in the despair that he thought he would never see his beloved again, he found his pure heart again.
If it is said that he would not even die for Shen Mengzhuang.
That's because Shen Mengzhuang is his life and his heart.
He happily ran towards Shen Mengzhuang, in the ignorant world of mortals, he wanted to hold Shen Mengzhuang tightly, hugged his lover and twirled and cheered childishly.
It was all his love and elation.
In the sewer where no one cares about, the brightest and most beautiful spring flowers are carefully blooming.
He cared for and loved her like a treasure.
But forget the most primitive barrenness.
Like the torrential rain tonight, like the disgusting blood in the air.
Like the despair of being abandoned back then, like the pain of being thrown on the ground and trampled on the ground.
As he looked down to see the blade piercing his chest.
"Master...brother?"
Lu Qingyuan stared blankly at the sharp sword pierced into his heart, the blood stained the sword body and lapel red, dripping in the wind.He called Shen Mengzhuang in disbelief, just like he did back then.He opened his mouth to breathe, not knowing whether it was because of pain or dazed.
Holding the long sword that Xuan Jinyan handed over to him, Shen Mengzhuang thrust into Lu Qingyuan's heart with all his strength, with the white blade in and the red blade out.
He looked at Lu Qingyuan with a pale face, and said angrily: "Mozun, you killed my teacher and friend, abolished my cultivation, harmed the dark world, and committed a heinous crime. Today Shen is doing justice for the sky, even if he is unable to do what he wants, he will die with you! "
"Mozun?" Lu Qingyuan repeated dumbly with his head down, his brows were tightly knitted, his mouth was open for a long time and he couldn't speak.The blood all over his body seemed to be drained from the wound on his chest. He heard Shen Mengzhuang calling him the Demon Lord, and every nerve ached.
He raised his head numbly, and met the familiar face of deep love, but saw a strange look of disdain.
He said weakly: "I am Xiao Jiu, brother, do you still remember me?"
"of course I remember."
When Shen Mengzhuang said this, there was an uncontrollable hatred and resentment in his eyes.
"You kill people like hemp, and your methods are cruel. No one in the world knows the Demon Lord. Since Shen is a disciple of Cangxuan, he will kill the demon with his life to defend the way."
"you remember me?"
Lu Qingyuan suddenly pulled the corners of his mouth and smiled. In that smile, there was no sky light in the abyss, no spring flowers in the gutter, no earth-shattering ecstasy.
There is only a dull disbelief.
"You remember me and help them kill me? You lied to me again? Lied to me again..."
The blade that pierced through the chest pierced a little deeper, ruthlessly vowing not to stop until his life was taken.
He remembered the long past, also on the top of the mountain, also in the midst of a scuffle.
It was also when he needed Shen Mengzhuang the most, when he was full of joy, that he gave him the most desperate and devastating fatal blow.
He forgot about the pain then, because the unbelievable was greater than the physical pain.
Now he still doesn't feel the pain, the blade of the sword is inserted in the position of the heart, it should be a heart-piercing pain.
The wound at that time was not life-threatening, but now he has no self-healing skills, Shen Mengzhuang knows it, but he just stabbed at the heart, clearly killing him.
He should have been dying of pain, crying in pain.Then he knelt on the ground and begged for mercy, rolled on the ground without dignity, struggled to the death in embarrassment, and finally died here, and there was no more demon in the dark world to harm the world.
It should be like this, he will hurt, he will die, and he will shout his last words unwillingly.
Everyone thought so, including Shen Mengzhuang.
Lu Qingyuan thought so too, if he still had a heart.
"Hahahahaha..."
Lu Qingyuan lowered his head and smiled wryly, his laughter became more and more mournful.Shen Mengzhuang was full of doubts, he exerted force on his wrist, and the blade of the sword had completely sunk into Lu Qingyuan's chest.
"You can't kill me..."
Lu Qingyuan slowly raised his head, his eyes were bloodshot.The death mark climbed from the neck to the upper and lower chin, spreading unscrupulously across the entire face, like the snake letter of a red snake, occupying every inch of territory, madness replacing wisdom.
The black mist wrapped the two of them tightly, Lu Qingyuan's eyebrows and eyes were shrouded in violence, he stretched out his hand to cover Shen Mengzhuang's hand holding the hilt of the sword, the trembling and chill of his fingertips pierced the back of Shen Mengzhuang's hand like silver needles, making him shrink back subconsciously one time.
Lu Qingyuan grabbed Shen Mengzhuang's hand with all his strength, almost stabbing the hilt into the wound.The flesh and blood were torn apart, and the blood gushed out like a fountain, converging into a trickle on his body.
His voice was hoarse, like the cold wind blowing in the abyss, creepy.Tell it to Shen Mengzhuang, and also tell someone behind Shen Mengzhuang, certain people.Say it to the year, but also to the present.
"If you can't kill me...then give it back double!"
With his blood-stained hand, he continued to press down on the bruises on the back of Shen Mengzhuang's hand.Finally, with a sudden force, the hilt and the blade that pierced through the chest, the whole sword exploded and split into pieces.
The Misfortune Sword came out in response to the sound, and showed its unique style.
No one could have imagined how hopeless it would be, including Xuan Jin himself.
Several hilltops of Zhangwei Mountain collapsed, the army of skeletons suffered heavy casualties, and he was also injured all over his body.If he hadn't prepared a retreat, he might have died in Lu Qingyuan's madness.
"Why did it fail?" Xuan Jinyan held his chest and coughed a few times, obviously the injury hadn't healed yet, "Didn't he have self-healing skills?"
Leng Shanlan sat in front of the desk, with an unpredictable expression, as if he would never be alarmed, and shook his head without saying a word.
"It will be even more difficult to kill him this time, not to mention losing the best weapon." Xuan Jinyan felt unwilling, and when he exerted force on his hand, the white cat in his arms let out a terrified cry.
He suddenly raised the corners of his mouth again and squeezed out a weird smile, "But it's enough for him to be sad for a while."
There was a storm outside the hall, and there was no peace in the hall.
Lu Qingyuan threw Shen Mengzhuang on the bed, and frantically tore at his clothes, like a wild beast that lost his mind, as if he wanted to tear apart the people under him one by one.
The sound of cloth being torn echoed in the dimly lit hall, and the image of the past humiliation flashed in his mind.Shen Mengzhuang resisted desperately, and the two wrestled and entangled on the bed.
The wound on Lu Qingyuan's chest was still bleeding, staining the bedding red.Hot blood dripped onto Shen Mengzhuang's naked skin, and flowed to the muddy place to lubricate it.
No tenderness, no sweet words, no tender caresses.There is only brutal copulation like a beast, only rough movements and galloping with all its strength.
Both of them turned a blind eye to each other's wounds, no one cared about the blood on his chest, no one cared about the blood under his body.The blood blooms the flowers of the other shore in the entanglement of death. It is obviously the closest distance, but it seems to be separated by the most difficult horizontal ditch.
They were not allowed to go away, but they were not allowed to come near either.It seems that only pain can make this love deeper and more vivid.
Even now, one is wishful thinking and the other is indifferent.
Lu Qingyuan pinched Shen Mengzhuang's wrist tightly, leaned over to breathe next to his ear, sucked and bit his earlobe.The voice was hoarse and low, half forcing and half pleading: "Say you love me."
Shen Mengzhuang's lips were bitten and bleeding, his face was full of anger and humiliation, he wished he could cut Lu Qingyuan into pieces.He made love under the devil's body, which made him despise himself even more than the humiliation under his crotch.
He suppressed the broken moan in his throat, squeezed out a few words from between his teeth, "You are dreaming."
Immediately afterwards, he went on a rampage with all his strength, and Shen Mengzhuang's lips were almost bitten by himself.Lu Qingyuan grabbed both sides of his chin with one hand, forced him to look directly at him, and said sharply, "Say you love me!"
"You are dreaming!"
"You love me, brother, you love me!"
"Bah!" Shen Mengzhuang spat at him contemptuously, feeling ashamed of him shamelessly saying love, "You deserve it too!"
You deserve it, you deserve it, you deserve it...
These three words are like small stones thrown into the lake, causing ripples on the surface of the lake.
Lu Qingyuan stared blankly at the angry-eyed person below him, his mind went blank, only these three words kept echoing, echoing...
Inadvertently slackening his hands, Shen Mengzhuang broke free from Lu Qingyuan's restraint, slapped him hard, and kicked him off the bed.His clothes had been torn into shreds, and he pulled the quilt aside to cover his body, struggling to escape from the dormitory.
Lu Qingyuan came back to his senses, woke up like a beast, rushed over and grabbed Shen Mengzhuang's ankle, dragged him back to the bed, pressed him down again and entered.
He pulled the hairband at the head of the bed, tied Shen Mengzhuang's wrists to the head of the bed, strangled his neck almost hysterically and shouted: "I don't deserve it, so who deserves it? Tell me, who deserves it? Meng Qingyang!"
Shen Mengzhuang raised his head and panted, the tearing pain and suffocation dragged him into the abyss like the god of death.He would rather die than give in. He looked directly at Lu Qingyuan, and shouted with arrogance: "You are not worthy of mentioning his name, you are not worthy of being a disciple of Cangxuan, you are not as good as him, and you will never be as good as him!"
Holding the sharpest knife, the two of them relentlessly stabbed each other's most painful and deadly wounds.No one wants to feel better, no one wants to be redeemed.
They tore in the quagmire, entangled in the abyss, and sank into more despair.
Who is the devil, who is the lamb.
Who is the red snake and who is the bird.
I can't tell the difference.
Lu Qingyuan exerted force uncontrollably, as if he wanted to use pain to remind Shen Mengzhuang of this surging love, as if he wanted to use the most primitive fusion to engrave this love on every inch of Shen Mengzhuang's body.
He shouted frantically in Shen Mengzhuang's ear: "You love me, you can only love me. If you don't love me, I will kill them all! You love me, you love me, you will always love me!"
The green grass outside the hall was blown messily by the strong wind and died prematurely. The branches of the peach blossom trees withered and some were uprooted.
The wind stops.
rain breath.
Spring is gone.