Part 3

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The "Xue Gongzi" that the public criticized was named Xue Meng. More than ten years ago, he used to be the leader of the young people who were flattered by everyone, and the favored son of heaven.

However, time has passed, and the tiger has fallen in Pingyang, but he has to endure the ridicule and ridicule of these people, just to go up the mountain to see the ink burning.

Xue Mengqi's face was twisted, his lips trembled, but he tried his best to hold back and asked, "Then, when will you wait?"

"At least look at the movement again."

"Yeah, what if Mo Weiyu has an ambush?"

The old monk from Fang Cai and Shi Mu also advised: "Young Master Xue, don't worry, we have already reached the foot of the mountain, so it's better to be careful. Anyway, Mo Weiyu has been trapped in the palace and can't come down the mountain. He is now a crossbow. At the end of the day, if we can’t make it into a climate, why should we act rashly in order to plan for this urgency? There are so many people down the mountain, so many famous lords and nobles, who will be responsible if their lives are lost?”

Xue Meng suddenly became angry: "Responsible? Then I ask you, who can be responsible for the life of my master? The ink burned him under house arrest for ten years! For ten years! My master is now there On the mountain, how can you make me wait?"

When I heard Xue Meng mention his master, everyone's faces were a little bit unbearable.

Some looked ashamed, while others glanced left and right, mumbling silently.

"Ten years ago, Mo Ran was self-proclaimed to step on the fairy, and the seventy-two cities of the Confucianism Gate were not counted, and the remaining nine gates had to be wiped out. Later, Mo Ran became the emperor, and he wanted to kill you all. These two catastrophes, and finally Who stopped him? If it wasn't for my master, who was desperate to protect each other, would you still be alive? Can you still stand here and talk to me?"

In the end, someone coughed twice and said softly, "Young Master Xue, don't be angry. We are all guilty and grateful for the matter of Master Chu. But as you said, he has been under house arrest for ten years. If there was anything, it would have been long ago... So, you have waited for ten years, and you are not in a hurry for this moment, right?"

"Yes? Fuck you!"

The man opened his eyes wide: "How can you scold someone?"

"Why don't I scold you? Shizun died in the accident, but it was to save you... this kind of..."

He couldn't speak any longer, his throat choked: "I'm not worth it for him."

At the end, Xue Meng turned his head sharply, his shoulders trembled slightly, holding back tears.

"We didn't say we wouldn't save Master Chu..."

"That's right, everyone remembers Master Chu's goodness in their hearts, and they haven't forgotten that, Young Master Xue, when you talk like this, you are really giving everyone the hat of being ungrateful and unbearable."

"But then again, isn't Mo Ran also the apprentice of Master Chu?" Someone said softly, "I want to tell you that the apprentice is actually doing something wrong, and he should be responsible for being a master. Indolence. This is nothing to blame, and there is nothing to complain about."

This is a bit mean, and someone immediately stopped: "What crazy talk! Keep your mouth shut!"

Then he turned his head and persuaded Xue Meng in a pleasant manner.

"Young Master Xue, don't worry..."

Xue Meng suddenly interrupted his words, and his eyes were cracked: "How can I not be in a hurry? You stand and talk without back pain, but that is my master! Mine!!! I haven't seen him for so many years. Now! I don't know if he's dead or alive, I don't know how he's doing, what do you think I'm standing here for?"

He gasped, his eyes flushed: "Could it be that if you wait like this, Mo Weiyu will go down the mountain by himself and kneel in front of you to beg for mercy?"

"Young Master Xue..."

"Except for the master, I have no amiable people in the world." Xue Meng broke away from the corner of the clothes that was pulled by the old monk, and said dumbly, "You don't go, I will go by myself."

Abandoning these words, he went up the mountain alone with one sword and one sword.

The yīn cold and wet wind is mixed with thousands of leaves and thousands of sounds, and in the thick fog, it is like countless ghosts and ghosts whispering in the mountains and forests, wandering rustling.

Xue Meng walked to the top of the mountain alone, and the majestic palace where the ink burned was lit by candlelight of tranquility in the night. He suddenly saw three tombs standing in front of the Tongtian Pagoda, and when he got closer, he saw that the first tomb had grass growing on its head, and the tombstone was twisted and chiseled with eight dog-crawling characters.

Opposite this "Steamed Queen", the second tomb is a new tomb, which has just been covered with soil, and on the stele is chiseled "The Tomb of the Oil Explosion Queen Song".

"..."

If it was changed more than ten years ago, Xue Mengding would not help laughing when he saw this absurd scene.

At that time, he and Mo Ran were under the same master, and Mo Ran was the apprentice who was the most joking. Even if Xue Meng had long seen him not pleasing to the eye, he would be amused by him from time to time.

I don't know what the hell this steamed queen was, but it was probably the tombstones erected by the talented Mo Da for his two wives. The style is so similar to "Wang Ba", "呱" and "Jiba". But why did he give his queen these two posthumous titles. But it is unknown.

Xue Meng looked at the third grave.

In the darkness of the night, the tomb was open, with a coffin lying in it, but there was no one in the coffin, and the tombstone was unmarked.

It's just that there is a pot of white pear blossoms in front of the grave, a bowl of cold red oil, and a few dishes of spicy side dishes, all of which are things that Mo burns himself to eat.

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