Qingling Punishing Heart

Chapter 15 The Blocker (Sixth)
Lord Su replied timidly: "I have accepted ten silver shells from the Wang family, so it is inconvenient to go."

This concise sentence instantly made Su Ji's breath short.The raging fire in his memory was like a beast with sharp claws, burning his whole body up!
"Your own flesh and blood are worth... ten silver shells?"

Mr. Su's shoulders trembled, and he could hear the anger in Su Ji's words, so he quickly explained:
"Su Ji was born to his deceased wife. As for whether it is the flesh and blood of the old man, it is still unknown."

"How could you not know?"

"In the year before Madam passed away, this old man never had sex with her. Who would have thought that she would be pregnant for ten months and gave birth to a son. Later, when he heard that a man in a red dress had entered and left the boudoir, this old man threw her away in a rage..."

"What about her?" Su Ji yelled sharply, "Speak up! Let the whole city hear it!"

Master Su had no choice but to shout loudly: "Put her in the sky prison... burn her every day... force her to tell the truth...until she is tortured to death..."

Those words made the common people dumbfounded, and the crowded square immediately set off a commotion:
"I heard that Pao Lao is to tie people to a red-hot oil copper pillar and burn them alive!"

"How could he have the heart to torture his wife to death with such brutal torture?"

"Is this person really Mr. Su?"

"If it weren't for the collusion between officials and businessmen, how would the Wang family dare to bully others? Everyone has been deceived by this dog official!"

Su Ji clenched his fists until his nails pierced deeply into his palms. He suppressed the twitching corners of his mouth and the fury in his heart, and asked:

"Since you suspect that the child is the flesh and blood of the man in red, why did you raise him?"

"The man in red is a demon with profound magic power. The old man is afraid that he will come back for revenge and tell the story of the old man's embezzlement, embezzlement and perversion of the law, so he dare not do harm to him personally, so he has to be raised temporarily. Until Wang Laoqian came to the door, This old man has thought of this evil seed for more than ten years and has done many evils, so he happened to use the hands of the Wang family to get rid of it. This old man was confused for a moment, and begged the Great Immortal to spare his life, please spare his life!"

Mr. Su confessed all the crimes without reservation, speaking very clearly and clearly, as if he was afraid that people might not hear clearly enough.Even Su Ji himself didn't expect that he would be afraid of himself to such an extent.Mr. Su can deceive so many people and pretend to be a good official for a long time. It is reasonable to say that he should not be so courageous, but at this time he knocked his head loudly, and the official hat on top of his head rolled down, revealing his blood-stained face. forehead.

Su Ji suddenly realized that to him, he was no longer the unworthy son he was at the beginning, but an omniscient and omnipotent god, an existence that could never be violated.

In fact, Su Ji knows best that it is not the gods who are truly irreversible, but the common people in the world.Scanning the crowd around him, Su Ji found that although the expressions of the common people were different, they were mixed with several emotions:

Shocked, disappointed, contemptuous, disgusted...

He recalled the same expression on the faces of these people on the day of the Tongtian Temple fire, as if they could swallow a human being alive.

"Excuse me?" Su Ji smiled bitterly and said, "Ask these people if they agree."

Master Su trembled all over, and bluffed and shouted at the angry people: "You...you scumbags! How dare you make a mistake! I will definitely order someone to skin your dogs!"

At this time, the mask of hypocrisy has been torn off Master Su's old face, and a ferocious face is exposed in broad daylight!
Under the altar, people's expressions gradually changed from astonishment to anger, and the crowded heads gradually moved closer to one person.The flame of anger spread from one person, igniting a turbulent crowd, and gradually spread to the entire city.

People swear, people roar, people tear, with hands, teeth, knives, tear off that person's clothes, tear that person's flesh, break that person's bones!
Su Ji turned around slowly and walked towards the altar with heavy steps, her lonely back was incompatible with the boiling surroundings.

He held his head high.In order to prevent others from seeing his red and swollen eyes, he could wear the heavy mask, but he didn't.

He knew that from this moment on, the mask would never be needed again.

A new life is at hand.He turned around with a flick of his sleeves, looking down at so many people who used to treat him like nothing, but now they all surrender under his feet.

He stared at the altar with bewilderment, and asked in a deep voice the young man of good fortune standing quietly behind him:
"My biological father, did you kill him?"

"Yes, how? No, so what?"

Mr. Shancai's tone was flat, he didn't deliberately overbearing, but he was able to push people to the bottom of the valley, he didn't deliberately look down, but he seemed to be looking down on a maggot on the ground from the sky.Even so, due to the existence of Hong Junling, even if he has great ability, he can't hurt Su Ji even now.

"If it is true, I will kill you with my own hands!"

Su Ji's tone was extremely firm.This is the most serious sentence he has ever said in his life. Seriously, it is like swearing poisonously.

However, Mr. Shancai laughed so much that he bent down and almost lost his breath, as if this sentence was more ridiculous than any joke in the world.

"The Taoist priest must have told you about my crossing the catastrophe. We might as well make a bet. I will wait for you in Zhoudu Haojing in a year. If you can't kill me by then, I will take away one of your beloved things ..."

After finishing speaking, the misty figure in Tsing Yi disappeared into the vast crowd. This was the last sentence left by Mr. Shancai.

Beloved?
So far, Su Ji can't think of anything else he loves, maybe in a year, who knows what will happen in the future?
Su Ji clearly remembered that the sunset on the day when Mr. Shancai left was the most popular time in his memory. I don't know if this is heralding something...

At dawn the next day, the people of Chaoge never saw Mr. Su again, only the scratches of knives and axes and a few fragments of official robes remained on the black and greasy ground.

Some people said that he was eaten alive by the angry people, and some said that he went to other places and continued to be his official lord. In short, there are different opinions, and it is not known which one is true.

It was twilight, and there was no one around.

A carriage came from the east, and the rolling wheels ran over the fragments of official robes, kicking up a cloud of dust.

The driver of the car had a head of dirty and greasy hair, which looked as if it had been blown up by a firecracker.He is the coachman of the royal family in Chali, his surname is Ma, and he is nicknamed "Hundred Cannon".

Chali Wang in the car stroked a pair of immature little hands, with a trace of worry on his face, and the wrinkles around his eyes deepened.

The owner of the little hand is his grandson "Ru Lang", who just turned nine years old today.Confucian Lang inherited the beautiful appearance of his mother, Mrs. Wang, who was as delicate as a little girl.When any woman saw him, she couldn't help but want to put down her child, hug him, and rub his cute little face.

Confucian Lang looked at King Chali, pouted his rosy mouth, and asked puzzledly:

"Grandson still doesn't understand why Mr. Fox is always right no matter what he says? Didn't Grandpa say that people make mistakes?"

"Master Fox is not a mortal, but a fairy. What the fairy said must be the truth. Even if he said that grandpa is a bullying bastard, you must firmly believe that it is right, and you must not doubt and contradict."

Ru Lang blinked his watery eyes, feeling a little more confused in his heart.

At this moment, the carriage suddenly shook violently.Hou Pao yelled and stopped the chariot and horses, and then the Chali Wang, who was still in shock, scolded sharply:
"You army dog ​​who kills thousands of knives, do you want my old life?"

Hearing the word Rong Quan, he immediately frowned.He knew that Rong Dog was a contemptuous term for the Xirong people, and that Shen Rong's blood flowed on his body.But fearing the power of Chali King, he swallowed the breath forcefully, explained with a smile in a foreign accent:

"My lord, calm down! There is a car stopped by someone asking for directions."

After hearing this explanation, Ru Lang sitting in the car felt very strange.In his impression, the bloody horses of the Wang family have always been known to be arrogant and domineering.It rampaged through the city, and no one dared to stop it, and no one could stop it.

Who is it that can stop a galloping horse?
Confucianism lifted the curtain in front of the carriage curiously, revealing a pair of big eyes to look out.

In the hazy morning light, I saw a snow-white figure standing in the middle of the street, blocking the way of carriages and horses.

The man was all white.

White boots, white trousers, white robe, white jade belt, and even the bamboo hat with white gauze hanging tightly on the forehead.In fact, even if he didn't wear a bamboo hat, no one could see his face at all.The face was covered by a white cloth, only a pair of eyes were exposed.Except for these sharp eyes, there is not an inch of skin on his whole body exposed.

Ru Lang only saw the assassins on the stage with this appearance, but he didn't expect to meet one on the street today.But an assassin's night clothes are usually black, and his snow-white body may also shine in the moonlight at night, so I really can't understand why he dresses up like this.

The man in white stood quietly, his eyes scanning the chariots and horses.Ru Lang blinked his eyes, felt the cold gaze, and quickly retracted his little head.

"Whoosh!"

A bright white silver shell flew out of the white sleeve.

Afterwards, Pao took the silver shell, and took out a piece of wood wrapped in white cloth with mischievous eyes.

The man in white shook the wood out of the white cloth.It was a mahogany sword with dried blood on the blade.After sniffing the blood-stained part, the man in white frowned and asked:
"What about people?"

"who?"

"Master of the sword." The man in white's tone was so cold that it seemed to freeze people.

Hindsight lowered his voice and said word for word:
"Since entering the Qingling Temple, I haven't come out again..."

　Xirong: The general name of the ancient Central Plains dynasty for the western minorities, including: Shenrong, Quanrong, Yiqurong, Guirong, Bairong, etc. "Rong" is a derogatory name added by Zhou people, and each ethnic group has its own rare and complicated names.This book focuses on Xianxia. In order to avoid confusion and let everyone know at a glance, they are collectively referred to as "Rong" in the book.Great historians, please filter automatically, please let it go O(∩_∩)O~
　　
　
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