Zhao Ge: 169. Past Events

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"The god?"

Liao Gan murmured, looking at the knife thrown on the table by him with a bit of horror.

"What ghost name is this?"

Monk Mingxin glanced at him: "You don't know what this knife is?"

His tone was suspicious and distrustful. When Liao Gan heard it, his face flushed, and he looked like he was angry enough, and he yelled at his neck: "If my mother knows what this thing is, I will fall to the point where I am innocent and innocent."

"This knife, where did you come from."

Monk Mingxin didn't relax because of Liao Gan's words. He asked calmly. It seemed that Fat Liao would use the Brahma Yinzong Heart Sutra mantra to ask him if he didn't say anything.

Liu Wuyan frowned, and understood something from Monk Mingxin's unusual solemn attitude.

"Be lenient in confession, strict in resistance, fat man."

Liu Wuyan just gave her spiritual sense so cruelly, but from the surface, she couldn't see anything abnormal at all. The long knife was turned upside down on her shoulder, and she looked like a smile. With a threatening look.

"My mother gave it to me."

In the faint cold light of "Liu Zang", Liao Gan made a very clear explanation.

Liao Gan was not a disciple of Kyushu Bank in the beginning.

In the beginning, he was just a young master of a wealthy family, and he was not at the level of a famous family, that is, a rich man. Liao Gan's father was a businessman, and he went back and forth between the Qi Qin Dynasty and the Cangpu Dynasty, selling goods. Throughout the year, there are few people in sight.

At that time, Liao Gan said that he was actually a dude.

Cockfighting and dogfighting, what are you doing badly?

I have nothing to do all day, and I am mixed up day by day. Anyway, the family has money, enough for him to eat and drink. The old lady is different from the old man. She can be regarded as a scholarly lady, gentle and weak, and can't control him. So Liao Qin grew up to be a dead fat man with nothing to do with his right hand.

At that time, Liao Gan never thought about cultivating immortals or worshipping the sect.

How big can the world of the rich man in the countryside be?

It's just listening to some fairy folklore, day and night are mixed.

Then one day, Liao Gan's world was suddenly stretched.

The old man who went to the Cangpu dynasty to sell medicinal materials returned half earlier than normal.

The old man came back in the middle of the night, covered in blood, and appeared in his room without disturbing the people, scaring him enough.

The old man swept over like a knife with a cold eye, told him to shut up and look for his mother.

Liao Gan staggered in fright to find his weak and melancholy mother. Who knew that the old lady was like someone he didn't know at this time, she was not frightened at all, and she treated the wounds for the old man as usual. Liao Gan heard his mother ask his father if he had been discovered.

What was discovered?

Isn't Dad just an ordinary businessman?

Liao Gan was confused.

The old man nodded, then said that he must move out.

Liao Gan was confused by them, and he asked, but his father sternly told him not to disclose his return, and quickly pack his things.

However, they didn't wait until they packed up, and the next night, something went wrong.

The old man who went out after disguising during the day came back staggeringly in the evening, took him and his mother into a secret room at home that Liao Qian had never seen before, and then closed the door from the outside. Before the door closed, Dad made them absolutely unable to come out. Then the door closed, the old man's face disappeared outside the door, and the formation on the door lit up.

The light of the formation illuminates the hint. Liao Gan saw his mother sitting upright, looking at the light on the door, his expression was something he couldn't tell, and he felt chilly and calm.

——The kind of deadly calm.

I don't know how long it took, sitting in the secret room, I felt that the ground was shaking, and the muffled sound echoed in the small space. The anxiety and fear made him hug his head tightly.

"Take this, don't use it casually."

Niang handed an ordinary knife into his hand, then stood up, put her hand on the door, and a faint light came from her hand.

She opened the door of the secret room and went out.

Before going out, she said, stay, don't come out.

The door closed "frame".

His world has since been cut in half.

When the mother's figure was separated from the door, Liao Gan finally seemed to realize something. He threw on the door, frantically trying to open the door-what is it to leave him alone? !

I don’t know anything, I don’t understand anything.

Kick, beat, shake...

It's all useless, he can't open the secret room door.

The door of the secret room was opened two days later. Liao Gan, who had not eaten or drink for two days, sat on the ground and saw a middle-aged man wearing the clothes of a Kyushu bank standing outside the secret room.

The man was a secret elder in the Kyushu Bank.

"Where is my father? Where is my mother?"

He asked.

The elder didn't answer, and led him to the ground-Zhuangzi had been burned down, and the servants' bodies and the bodies of some people in black fell to the ground. Those people in black were wearing iron masks.

He saw his father and mother.

Daddy fell to the ground with a knife stuck in him. The mother held his hand and fell to the ground.

They are dead.

——Liao Gan of the dude also died from that moment.

The one who survived was Liao Gan, a coward who didn't dare to follow his mother out of the secret room, so he was alive and timid, and he lived awkwardly. He didn't dare to ask or think about anything.

But things don’t end without asking.

When Liao Gan thought that he would be a disciple of the Jiuzhou Bank, who would count money for his whole life, and he passed away in a vague way, something happened to the Qingming Pagoda in Binzhou, and he watched the city become a dead city.

Then there was Zhou Wenan. In that world, there was only a young man from the Nine Profound Gates and his senior brothers and sisters. He shouted at him and let him run.

Liao Gan once watched tremblingly as his father and mother walked out. He didn't want to be a coward anymore.

So he rushed out carrying Zhou Wen'an.

But what's the use?

Zhou Wen'an died in the end. He obviously had a chance to hold the knife, so Zhou Wen'an didn't have to die so tragically.

He is just a coward after all.

Kneeling on the pile of bones outside the prison tower, he slapped himself, cursing hysterically,

……………………………………………………………………………

Liao Qian has the Sushen Knife in his hand.

This incident broke the original plan of Liu Wuyan and Monk Mingxin.

They came to the Qiqin Dynasty this time to grab the fragments of the mountains and rivers before those people.

Now the plan has to be changed again.

Liao Gan’s parents are probably from the eighteenth of the ancient clan, and they died at the hands of the dark guard of the Jintang. However, now Liao Gan died at the hands of Wang Jingzhi, a disciple of the Kyushu Qianzhuang Village, which makes people cannot help but draw a question mark on the cause of Liao Gan's parents' death.

The weirdness of this incident is disturbing.

After the discussion, Monk Mingxin handed Shanhe Juan to Liu Wuyan, and she went to look for the fragments. But Monk Mingxin stayed, and together with Liao Qian, along the line of Wang Jingzhi, explored the secrets hidden in the goods that Elder Lin received once a month, and explored the source again from Elder Lin——Lin The elder was the elder of the Kyushu bank who brought Liao out of the secret room.

Outside the house, Monk Mingxin handed the fragments of Shanhejuan to Liu Wuyan.

Put away the fragments, Liu Wuyan is about to leave.

"Liu Wuyan."

Suddenly Monk Mingxin called Liu Wuyan's name seriously for the first time.

Liu Wuyan stopped and turned to look at him.

In the middle of the night, there is a fluffy moon in the sky.

Today is about mid-month.

The young monk dressed in gray stood in the moonlight like snow, looking at her. The face of the young monk no longer had the same tit-for-tat on his face—the monk Mingxin at this time reminded Liu Wuyan of his brother in a daze. Thinking of things in mind, with compassion for many things that people don't understand.

In the past, they always disliked each other. Fanyin Pavilion and Hehuan Sect have been quarreling for so many years, and the gap has been passed down from generation to generation. Because Liu Wuyan hadn't noticed that the Mingxin monk, who was a Buddha, actually had a handsome face.

Liu Wuyan remembered the vague sound of chanting she heard before waking up when she fainted after the prisoner tower was teleported.

When she opened her eyes, she only saw the young monk sitting cross-legged in the distance, with her eyes closed, as if she didn't care about everything.

"What's the matter, dead bald donkey."

The monk Mingxin’s dharma name turned around twice in his mouth and still didn’t call it out. Liu Wuyan carried the knife and raised his eyebrows slightly, his tone sounded the same as usual.

Monk Mingxin looked at the woman carrying the sword. She wore a high ponytail, and her eyebrows were sharp with a blade. She said in Zen, the kind of person with too much anger that cannot be resolved.

It is the person who cannot be crossed by the Buddhist school.

"Beware of ravens."

He rubbed the prayer beads and was silent for a long time, then said.

When the words exited, the night wind blew through, Liu Wuyan stopped staying, turned around, and set off in a direction in the darkness.

In the house, Liao Qian sat under the dim light, staring at the Sushen Sword under the light.

He stretched out his hand and touched the black sword wound, clearly remembering the icy feeling of the blade passing through the flesh and the feeling of the sharp sword qi breaking the blood.

It hurts so fucking, and it's cold.

It's cold to the bone.

What did he think at that time?

Thinking of Zhou Wen'an, who was dancing the sword in prison in the desert tower, thinking of the wrinkled hand that the old man gave him when the knife was handed to him, and only one thought left in the end—he couldn't die, he couldn't die.

So he held the blade of the old sword and held it firmly. Let the blade cut open your own blood vessels, allowing blood to penetrate into the blade. At the same time, he turned his head unwillingly.

He saw that Brother Wang Jingzhi still had the smiling face of a good man, holding the sword firmly in his hand.

"It really hurts, old man."

Liao Gan raised his head and breathed out.

He stretched out his hand and held the Sushen Knife again.

The scales on the hilt did not stand upside down, and his blood did not penetrate anymore. The Sushen Knife was quietly held in his hand, and the body of the knife was flowing with the light of stars.

Liao Gan didn't have the usual nonchalant smile on his face.

He has no expression on his face.