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"Hate? You know I'm not afraid of death, and I don't know how many lives I owe you. I just feel sorry for you... Look at the people around you, so many people remember your kindness, why do you have to be so stubborn?" Long Xiuming said with regret.

"You can't hold on for long in this state. These are all collected by Xu Shan, he is also a caring person. I can't remember your past, just walk here... You can die, at least don't hate me anymore."

Fu Feng was speechless and choked. After a moment's delay, he followed Long Xiuming's pace and strolled in the jade forest.

Until a quarter of an hour later, the two stopped tacitly.

Fu Feng sighed: "You don't hate me, but I have no face to see you. Now that I've seen it all, do you want to do it?"

"You don't need to say anything more. Since I don't hate you, I won't kill you." Long Xiuming looked sideways at the door, "Xu Shan has done so many things for you, he must have something else to say, why not listen to what he wants to say."

"Dean Xu, please come in."

Xu Shan pushed the door open, but the door was open on both sides, and he stood aside and did not enter.

"How is your chat?" Xu Shan asked from a distance.

Long Xiuming and Fu Feng were silent together.

Xu Shan smiled faintly and looked at Fu Feng: "Senior, why not go up and take a look."

Fu Feng hesitated for a while, then went forward.

Stopped at the door, he was stunned.

The world behind the door gradually came into view.

The wide and long stairs extended downwards, and on the left and right sides were white jade corridors, which were magnificent and luxurious.

Down the stairs was a large square, and in the center of the square stood a statue tens of meters high.

The statue was graceful and agile, standing and looking forward.

The statue was himself.

There was also a huge square bronze tripod below.

The bronze tripod was full of incense.

There was also an endless stream of Lijia Village monks queuing up to burn incense.

The green smoke was curling and blowing into the hall.

Looking at the bright smile on Xu Shan's face, Fufeng suddenly felt like something was stuck in his throat.

The heart that had been broken for a long time was beating faster in the empty spirit.

I don't know how many years I haven't shed tears, but at this moment I felt like tears were flowing.

Fufeng's mentality calmed down a little, and he looked at Xu Shan with an indescribable smile.

"You...you put the statue upside down."

"I know, you are in this state now, I am afraid you can't see it if I put it right."

"Pretentious." Fu Feng sneered, and his expression immediately became absent-minded, as if muttering to himself, "I never thought that people would treat me like this, and I never thought that others would treat me like this."

"This is what you deserve."

"Xu Shan...the handprints on the jade are all fake, right?" Fu Feng asked softly.

Xu Shan was speechless for a moment.

Unexpectedly, Fu Feng had already seen through his carefully arranged arrangements.

The deeds on the jade are true, but the handprints are all fake.

Even if the people in the story are still alive, they are still grateful for Fu Feng's kindness.

But no one is willing to testify for him anymore.

The killing game designed by Fu Feng in the end ruined his reputation completely.

Everyone is thinking about self-protection, and no one dares to take the initiative to get involved with him.

This is reasonable, but it is so cold that it is hard to accept.

"The handprint is fake, but the incident is real. Others dare not recognize it, but I, Xu Shan, dare to recognize it, and all the disciples of my Lijia Village will recognize it." Xu Shan said seriously, "I will make those handprints real sooner or later."

"No one can deny what you have done, and there will always be people who remember it."

Long Xiuming was a little surprised, but full of relief.

Fu Feng stared at him in a daze, and suddenly smiled with relief.

"I really can't do anything to you, you win."

Fu Feng stretched out his finger and pointed at Xu Shan's forehead.

Xu Shan was confused for a moment, and then he came back to his senses and quickly concentrated his mind.

A lot of information poured into his mind along with Fu Feng's finger.

Fu Feng's figure became fainter and fainter, almost disappearing.

Long Xiuming raised his hand, wanted to stop it, but finally put it down.

After a dozen breaths, Fu Feng withdrew his hand.

"To be honest, I am quite touched. I don't owe you anything now."

Xu Shan looked at him calmly: "I won't take the inheritance for nothing. I swear, I will help you get rid of the stigma."

Fu Feng smiled slightly and looked outward.

The Lijia Village disciples who kept coming were still waiting to burn incense.

The smoke was hazy, and Fu Feng's eyes were blurred.

He raised his foot to step out of the door, Xu Shan raised his hand to stop him, and Long Xiuming shouted: "Fu Feng!"

In his current state, the sun is enough to kill him!

Fu Feng looked back and said nothing.

Long Xiuming's pupils trembled, but he couldn't speak when he opened his mouth.

The next moment, Fu Feng's footsteps had already taken a step.

The sun was shining brightly, shining on the square, stairs, and hall.

The ground paved with white stone and white jade was covered with a layer of golden light.

Fu Feng stretched out his arms as if to welcome the scorching sun.

In a trance, scenes from his youth to old age kept passing through his mind.

All the hot-blooded, confused, hateful, and all memories are fading away.

Fu Feng chuckled twice.

The sun was burning his soul, and the fiery red thread spread from his hand downwards.

He began to emit a little light like flying fire.

Just like when he was alive, shining on the world.

The flying fire burned out, and finally the soul dissipated. Fu Feng had completely disappeared from this world.

....

Xu Shan quietly witnessed this scene, and there was a sense of loss in his heart.

Although he was harmed by Fu Feng, in order to set up this scene today.

He can say that he has a deep understanding of Fufeng.

Fufeng is a great and selfless person, a rare good man in the world of cultivation.

Before he died, he passed on his inheritance to himself, which was beyond his plan.

Now he feels that he owes him something.

Long Xiuming's eyes were slightly red, and his gaze was still in the air, where Fufeng disappeared.

The two stood for a long time, and both came back to their senses.

Eyes facing each other, Xu Shan said: "I am in the cave, Fufeng knows that he has failed to set up a trap, and he will die. The last thing is that I want you to clear your name."

Long Xiuming nodded slowly and turned sideways.

A tear slipped quietly from the corner of his eye.

"You've taken the trouble, I owe you a favor." Long Xiuming threw out a jade slip, "If you encounter something, crush this jade slip, and if it does not violate the principle, I will help you do one thing."

"I won't stay here for long, goodbye."

After that, Long Xiuming's figure had completely disappeared from Xu Shan's eyes.

Xu Shan calmed down.

He was not surprised to get Fufeng's inheritance and Long Xiuming's favor.

On the contrary, Fufeng's death and his relationship with Long Xiuming moved him more.

Xu Shan looked back at the steps below, where the disciples of Lijia Village were still burning incense as instructed.

He waved his hand and threw a fireball, which exploded in the air.

The disciples of Lijia Village below saw the fireball burning and turned around and walked back.

They didn't know what they were doing, so they just had to do whatever the academy arranged.

Now the signal came, it was time to go.

The square in front of the hall quickly cleared, and Xu Shan walked to the statue.

He bent down and adjusted the statue back to the correct position.

Thinking that the incense burner was still behind, he was about to get it.

But he stopped after taking a step.

Xu Shan looked up, and the statue of Fufeng was lifelike, as if he was staring into the distance with eyes that were worried about the world.

Xu Shan couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

Everything today is fake, but it will become real sooner or later.

This world owes Fufeng, and the world shouldn't be like this.

From now on... I will collect the good thoughts in the world!

Xu Shan's eyes became firm.

He brought out a merit box as big as an incense burner, which was filled with one-third of spiritual stones, and gently placed it in front of the statue.

.....