Wang Huaian remained silent in the courtyard for a long time.
Zhongshujun, who was holding a book at the side, noticed something strange and caused a gust of breeze to call him.
Wang Huaian came to his senses for a long time, raised his eyes to examine Bai Leyao, who was watching no one else in the courtyard, and asked in a loud voice: "Do you have any excuses?"
Bai Leyao, who was looking at everyone angrily in the courtyard, didn't answer a word.
Wang Huai'an turned his head and looked at Wang Huaimin who was leaning on the stone in the courtyard for a long time.
Wang Huaimin waited eagerly. When his brother asked him, he had already thought of several ways to say it.
Wang Huaian never asked him, he clenched his fist and said loudly:
"Zhongshu, pick up your pen!"
Mr. Zhongshu, who was standing with the book in his hands, moved his hands, causing a gust of wind to roll the account book aside. From the wide sleeve of his wide robe, a wolf hair was pulled out, two fingers were hooked together, and he raised his elbow and moved his wrist.
When Zhongshu Jun was writing, on the first floor of the Wang family library, a scroll of paper hanging from the beam snaked like a snake, spreading out from the window lintel into the courtyard, spreading out a blank page in front of him.
"Wang Huaimin has been favored by the Wang family for many years. He has misbehaved, repeatedly violated family rules, insulted the reputation of the Wang family, and deprived him of the honor of the royal family name. He will be punished with fifty sticks and expelled from the Wang family. After his death, he will not be allowed to enter the Wang family's ancestral forest. If the Wang family has secret help, Others shall be punished in the same way as they are guilty.”
I thought that my brother would be a little softer, but each word was more painful than the fifty sticks he received at the ancestral hall. Wang Huaimin, who had been greedy for happiness for many years, could not bear it for a while, his liver and gallbladder ruptured, and he passed out.
Wang Huai'an, who had made up his mind, ignored it and said loudly:
"The Bai family's son committed a crime and diverted the disaster to the east, cutting off the vitality of our Wang family for hundreds of years. His crime should be punished. Since he has contributed to the success of the Wang family, a letter of divorce will be sent to the Bai family with immediate effect. In the future, all outsiders of our Wang family will be punished." Anyone who sees his whereabouts can kill him."
Bai Xiangqing, who was rubbing his hands uneasily next to Wang Huaian's right hand, stood up and saluted. He had just argued with his sister for a few words in anger, but now he felt a little more at ease. As long as she was imprisoned in his own courtyard, the Qingdeng Ancient Buddha would live his whole life and become his brother. Moreover, the Wang family will also take the Bai family's face into consideration and will not rush to collect debts. This is the best way to have both ends.
Just as Bai Xiangqing was about to speak, he was interrupted by a sneer from Bai Leyao, who was arrogant in the courtyard. He almost said madly: "Just a divorce letter from the Wang family can end the suffering I have suffered in the Wang family all these years. I want this Wang family , come with me to accompany my Ji'er."
"Crazy, crazy, Bai Leyao, you, you..."
Bai Xiangqing turned around and rebuked angrily, and simply lowered his body even lower, "Brother Wang, I'm afraid this girl will go crazy. When she returns to Bai's house, I will imprison her in the courtyard, chant the ancient Buddha with a green lantern, and recite it every day. Sutra, pray for blessings and peace for the Wang family."
"There is no reason to take back the water that was thrown out. Since my brother is so worried about me, you might as well come with me and walk on the road to the underworld."
The inhumane Bai Leyao smiled horribly, bit his skinny knuckles, and a cloud of blood spread from his fingertips.
Blood clouds the size of rice grains hovered in the sky. Zhongshu Jun, who stopped writing and folding books, felt as if he was facing a powerful enemy, causing a strong wind to blow Wang Huaian to the library.
In the water pavilion in the courtyard, Jun Bubai hurriedly put on his sword and armor, and pushed the inkstone clearing pond to the inkstone washing pond with one hand. The water in the Inkstone Washing Pond was noisy, and countless inkstones broke out of the water to protect the inkstone in front of the Inkstone Cleaning Pond.
The blood cloud is still spreading.
The old master who was sitting on the first floor walked out of the library in a few steps. The scrolls of paper spread out in the courtyard were winding and rolled up the heads of the families back to the building.
Old Lan, who was lying quietly on the second floor, touched the edge of the bed and stood up. His breath had not yet been fully adjusted and there was no one to help him. He moved to the window sill, took a deep breath in his dantian, and gathered momentum to move.
A few plum blossoms fell from the pure vase in front of the fourth-floor window. Mei Tingxue, who was copying, put down her pen. When she got up, she took off the withered plum blossom from the pure vase and hid it in her sleeve, and walked out of the building.
On the fifth floor, the bamboo sea was swaying. Zhu Buqiu took a sip of bamboo leaf green wine and flew up to a towering green bamboo in the bamboo sea. The green bamboo that kept shaking broke out of the window.
On the sixth floor, Mr. Tao, who was sleeping on his sleeves, got up, picked up a hoe from under the willow tree in his thatched house, and plowed the newly opened fields. In the newly opened fields, most of the daisies had sprouted new buds.
"Zhongshu, please step back. This blood cloud cannot be defeated except by the Immortal Realm."
Just as Zhongshu Jun was about to wave, a gust of wind lifted him up and threw him back to the seventh floor.
Wang Huai'an, who was swept into the library by the wind, stopped in the courtyard, put his left hand behind his back, and raised his right hand slightly. The tens of thousands of books and inscriptions in the library turned into a golden stream of light and flowed into his body.
Wang Huaian stretched out a finger and used it as a pen. The flowing light on his fingertips dragged out the shadow. The blood cloud swirling upward changed its momentum and entwined with the golden flowing light.
Every time Wang Huaian wrote a word, the golden light around him grew brighter, and the dazzling skylight above his head could not conceal its edge.
Bai Leyao, who used herself as a guide, felt pain in her fingertips. A wound the size of a grain of rice opened outwards, peeling off her finger bones and climbing along her palm towards her arm.
Bai Leyao smiled happily. The pain of peeling off bones and eating flesh was nothing compared to the pain of tearing flesh and blood during childbirth. In a daze, she went back to the day of delivery. The infant was crying in her arms, and its small hand was holding her hand tightly. The only ones who survived that day were the mother and her son.
It was the Wang family that buried their mother and son, so they took them with them on the road.
When her wish was about to come true, Bai Leyao smiled more and more crazily, and two tears of blood flowed from her eyes. She gritted her teeth and endured the pain, raised her other hand, bit her fingertips without hesitation, and another blood cloud burst out from her fingertips.
The two blood clouds sucked away too much of her vitality. In a moment, she was unable to stand, and fell to the ground while stumbling, her hairpins scattered on the ground.
"Ji'er, don't fall, come to mother quickly."
In her confusion, she saw herself standing among the flowers, smiling brightly, spreading her hands and waiting to watch. Ji'er, a toddler, grinned, squirmed, and threw himself into her arms. The sky was particularly warm that day. Hee.
The skylight became dazzling, and Bai Leyao lowered her eyelids. The cracks on her arms climbed from her neck to her cheeks, and then spread from the back of her head to her whole body. The deep purple brocade clothes were dyed red.
"Hurry, mother will be with you soon."
In the courtyard, Wang Huaian's hand never stopped, golden streams of light curved on his fingertips, blood clouds made ink, and he wrote a few pages of book on his fingertips.
"Mom, I won the top prize. Let's go to Chang'an and see if Chang'an flowers are good in one day."
Bai Leyao, who had been sleeping for a long time, was awakened by a gust of cold wind. She saw a young man in a red robe riding a tall horse to show off to her. It was a scene that she had never seen before.
"How wonderful it would be if mother hadn't given birth to you!"
Bai Leyao cried and apologized to the high-spirited young man.
The young man looked back, smiled, and rode into the distance on horseback...
Blood flowed like a river, winding out veins on the bright bluestone in front of the library. Bai Leyao, whose flesh and blood were blurred, lay quietly in the middle of the courtyard. The west-slanting skylight dragged out the shadow of the courtyard wall and slowly covered her.
The blood cloud in the hospital has dispersed.
Wang Huaian stopped writing, waved away the light in front of him, walked to Bai Leyao who was completely out of breath, sighed deeply, raised his hand to write a cloud character, the bright sun shining in Jinling City was blocked by a rushing cloud.
Not knowing what kind of expression or tone to use to express his mood at this moment, Wang Huaian hesitated for a long time in the courtyard, then slowly opened his mouth and said as calmly as possible: "I just wrote a book, you will definitely like it."
Wang Huaimin climbed up from the river of blood, his splendid clothes were stained with blood. When he saw Bai Leyao dead in the courtyard, he was stunned for a moment, feeling a mixture of sadness and joy.
Bai Leyao died, and the thorn in his heart disappeared instantly.
He saw his brother Wang Huaian with his back turned to him. His brother's back looked like another Bai Leyao, making him breathless.
He suddenly felt hatred, endless hatred welling up from his heart.
If my brother dies, if everyone present today dies, he will still be a son of the Wang family, and he will still be the same Wang Huaimin who is honored and protected by the Wang family.
"Kill him and you won't be kicked out of the Wang family."
A voice beguiled in his ear.
The voice was very familiar. It was the girl who liked pearls who had been following Bai Leyao all day long.
The chirping of a lark is so kind that it touches people's hearts.
How could he miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity? Wang Huaimin took a step forward, and his blood-soaked clothes dragged out a deep river of blood.
"Dad, be careful."
On the inkstone washing pool, Inkstone Cleaning Pool issued a warning and followed her to stop her with countless inkstones in the pool.
In the pavilion, Jun Bubai called out the sword river with his hand and blocked her back to the center of the pool.
"What are you trying to do to stop me!" Inkstone was eager to save people, with water on his sleeves, and countless inkstones were thrown at Jun Bubai.
A sword-sleeved river meandered, sweeping down all the inkstones. Jun Bubai slashed across the pavilion without taking a step back, "There is something weird in the courtyard, and you will only hinder him."
In the courtyard, there are shadows of snow, the fragrance of plum blossoms, and green bamboos whirling.
Wang Huaian waved his hand and blocked Mei Tingxue and Zhu Buqiu, who were rushing for help, back into the building.
Wang Huai'an looked calm and warned, locking the people in the library who were about to move with his stream of light, "Don't take risks with the blood curse technique of Donglu."
The figure behind him was approaching.
When Wang Huaian turned around, countless streams of light flew in front of him from the library.
Wang Huaimin, with scarlet eyes, smiled ferociously. Wang Huai'an did not scold him, but stood there and smiled softly, "I have made things difficult for you these years!"
Wang Huaimin, who was bleeding from all his orifices, was still approaching. Countless blood lines were growing wildly on his body. At this moment, he was like a puppet with strings.
Within a short distance, the stream of light hit Wang Huaimin's gorgeous clothes. The blood line was disappearing, and so was Wang Huaimin.
Wang Huai'an knew very well that Wang Huaimin's life and death could not be used to put the entire Wang family in danger.
The stream of tens of thousands of words in the scroll and inscription swallowed up Wang Huaimin completely.
Wang Huaian was stunned in place, and the two brothers finally took different paths.
Countless flashes of light returned to the library. Master Tao, who was plowing the six floors, put down his hoe and walked in the courtyard. He stood behind Wang Huaian and said, "As the owner of the building, it is your responsibility to protect the rise and fall of the Wang family. His path is his." I chose it myself, I can’t blame you.”
Wang Huaian asked in a deep voice: "Master, you are well-informed. Do you know who did this blood curse?"
Tao Fuzi put his hands behind his back and looked to the east, "The first level is to kill the vitality; the second level is to erode people's hearts; the third level is to give birth to inner demons; the third level of blood curse should only be done by Xueyunkong in the Eastern Continent."
Wang Huaian coughed twice. After not being sick for a long time, he felt a little tired.
Tao Fuzi recovered some of the lost vitality of the Wang family, and after a hundred years of living and breathing, he was able to gradually prosper, but he could not escape the inner demon after all.
"Don't let others know." Wang Huaian warned in a low voice.
Master Tao advised, "The inner demon has just begun to grow, so it's best to go into seclusion as soon as possible. I will protect you at that time."
Wang Huaian forced out a smile and said, "If you retreat into seclusion rashly, you will arouse people's suspicion. Just go away after finishing the mundane things in front of you."
Master Tao did not force anyone to do anything, and walked back to the building.
In an inconspicuous wine shop in front of the Qinhuai River, the newly filtered rice wine is sweet, and a girl with pearls on her shoes is picking up a freshly caught fish with chopsticks that was steamed in less than half a minute. The white and tender fish meat is accompanied by a refreshing drink. Rice wine has a unique taste.
This was the most enjoyable meal she had ever had in Jiangnan.
"The Wang family's matter has been settled. Why don't you go back to Chang'an to claim credit from your master?"
When someone spoke, she turned around, but saw no one approaching. She shook her head and said, "I am a little sparrow, but I am not as able to come and go as freely as Lord Snow. I cannot return to Chang'an rashly without the arrival of the homing pigeon."
"You have been dormant in the Wang family for these years. Those members of the Wang family have been bewitched by you and made mistakes every step of the way. You have wiped out hundreds of years of vitality of the Wang family. Sooner or later, you, the little sparrow, will fly up the branches and become a phoenix. Since there is no rush, Go back to Chang'an and help me find someone in Jinling." The man said again in a lazy tone.
The girl drank a full bowl of rice wine. The newly sifted wine was really refreshing. "You are an immortal with great magical powers. You can cast a blood curse at the Immortality Realm Wang Huai'an and find it difficult to resist. You still need my little sparrow to help find someone."
"My martial arts are too ostentatious and I can easily scare off others. You are just the right person. This bag of beads is a thank you gift."
A bag of pearls fell on the table. After listening to the sound and identifying the goods, the girl stopped drinking. She threw down her chopsticks and admired the pearls. The round pearls were of higher quality than those adorning the uppers of shoes.
"I accepted this errand. Who are you looking for?"
The girl was even more happy when she got the pearl, and called the waiter to sift a few more bowls of rice wine.
"Demon Lord Jiangnan."
On the Qinhuai River, a human figure passed by, looking like a bird but not a bird.
