One Hundred Ways to Whitewash Villains [Quick Wear] ━ Vol.2

Extra: Story of The Late Tang Dynasty, Extra: Zhuang Qingwen

　　Wei Chengze's understanding in the late Tang Dynasty is very high. This has always been known in the late Tang Dynasty. Therefore, after Wei Chengze successfully reshaped his bones, his cultivation level increased rapidly, and the late Tang Dynasty also did not Not too surprised. After all, the situation in this world can never be summed up by the word "usually".

　　It is said that people in the lower realm cannot cultivate, but whether it is the previous generation of immortals or him now, aren't they all born in the lower realm without much spiritual energy? Therefore, it is not a strange thing even if a peerless genius that is rare to see in a thousand years emerges.

　　However, even at the end of Tang Dynasty, he did not expect that Wei Chengze could create a profound magic technique by himself with a piece of phoenix feather he brought out from the secret realm, let alone that the magic technique would eventually... It was actually used at that time.

　　The phoenix fire burns all the combustible things in the world. Even the invisible and formless power of cause and effect cannot escape.

　　But in the end, Wei Chengze's strength was still too low. Both the person who cast the curse with the blood cursed doll and Zhuang Qingwen were far beyond Wei Chengze in cultivation. No matter how advanced his technique was, he could not completely cut off the connection between Zhuang Qingwen and the puppet.

　　That huge gap in strength is not so easy to make up for.

　　It was precisely because he knew this that at that time, Tang Mo would not think about things in that direction at all, let alone Wei Chengze would transfer the connection between the doll and Zhuang Qingwen to his own. Go on your body.

　　Wei Chengze hates Zhuang Qingwen - Wei Chengze has never hidden this from the first time they met. Like a little beast worried about having his beloved thing taken away, Wei Chengze has always been wary of Zhuang Qingwen.

　　Even after that, Wei Chengze seemed to have changed his attitude towards Zhuang Qingwen because of An Yingsheng's performance, but as long as his feelings towards An Yingsheng remained unchanged, his thoughts towards Zhuang Qingwen would not change so easily. What's more, it was because of Zhuang Qingwen that An Yingsheng hurt Wei Chengze again and again.

　　It was like this when Wei Chengze and Zhuang Qingwen had a dispute, when they decided whether to take Wei Chengze with them to the secret realm, and even when Wei Chengze was left alone in the secret realm.

　　At the end of Tang Dynasty, it was thought that Wei Chengze hated Zhuang Qingwen.

　　——Perhaps, this is indeed the case.

　　So when Wei Chengze raised his knife towards Zhuang Qingwen, Tang Mo thought for a moment that he wanted to kill Zhuang Qingwen.

　　However, in the late Tang Dynasty, An Yingsheng's status in Wei Chengze's mind was underestimated.

　　He closed his eyes suddenly, and the scene of that day reappeared in front of Tang Mo's eyes.

　　"I said," the child who was deeply hurt by Tang Mo was lying in An Yingsheng's arms, his body covered with dazzling blood, "you like it... I will definitely do the same..." He said so intently Looking at An Yingsheng, his eyes as calm and dark as ink jade reflected An Yingsheng's shadow - only An Yingsheng's shadow was reflected, "I tried my best to like..."

　　It was clear that the person's voice was so soft, As soon as the wind blew, it drifted away, but every word fell in Tang Mo's ears very clearly, like a sharp blade, cutting his heart one by one.

　　At that time, Tang Mo suddenly wanted to grab Wei Chengze's collar, look into his eyes, and ask him - who is Tang Mo?

　　In his mind, the end of Tang Dynasty - what is it?

　　Tang Mo, who had been with him for two whole years...what was it?

　　"But I don't dare."

　　I didn't dare to ask that question, and I already knew the answer from the beginning.

　　His heart suddenly hurt, as if he was trying to suppress some emotion. Tang Mo let out a shaky breath and slowly opened his eyes.

　　The waning moon in mid-air was covered by clouds that came from nowhere, leaving only a little hazy light, and the surrounding scenery suddenly became hazy.

　　Tang Mo twitched the corner of his mouth, raised the wine jar in his hand, and took a big gulp into his mouth. The spilled wine wetted his clothes, and the rich aroma of the wine wafted in the air.

　　The young man in a lake-blue gown looked at him with a look of worry in his eyes, but in the end he didn't say anything. He just picked up the wine glass at hand, raised it towards him, and then took a sip.

　　Putting down the wine jar in his hand and turning around, Tang Mo seemed to find the man's actions amusing and grinned. He laughed a little too fast and accidentally choked, but Tang Mo ignored it and continued to laugh while coughing, until tears came out of his eyes.

　　When the man saw this, he couldn't help but sigh, raised his head, and drank the wine in the glass.

　　The mellow agar liquid slid down from the throat, with a hint of subtle bitterness amid the heat.

　　"Even I never thought that I would be so cowardly." After a while, Tang Mo spoke again.

　　He never knew that he was such a cowardly person.

　　Don't dare to reveal your feelings when you know your feelings, don't dare to face when you are explicitly rejected, don't dare to ask more questions when we meet again, don't dare to say anything when we get along for a long time - even in the end. I don't have the courage to take that final step.

　　So, he could only watch An Yingsheng, holding the person he cared about the most, walking away step by step, without a trace left.

　　The Immortal Lord, who was once revered by everyone, has just lost his voice.

　　"The old hens on the mountain peak became sperm that day. The last time I went up the mountain, they pecked me hard." Speaking of this, an angry look suddenly appeared on Tang Mo's face, "Obviously I went up to feed them, I really don't know what is good or bad..."

　　Looking at Tang Mo, who was lying drunk with a wine jar and kept mumbling to himself, the young man couldn't help but have a look of helplessness in his eyes. Come.

　　This man is clearly the supreme being in the upper world, but he always looks like this, which makes people have a headache and is a little funny.

　　It's just that this is the first time that I have lost my composure like today. Thinking about it, the child he was talking about must be very important to him.

　　Love is a word that no one can understand for thousands of years.

　　Withdrawing his gaze and no longer looking at Tang Mo, who was still talking vaguely, the man turned his head and looked at the bright moon that once again poked its head out of the clouds, with an extremely calm look in his eyes.

　　Perhaps it was precisely because this person looked like this no matter what he heard that Tang Mo would tell the story after he was drunk.

　　Some things are always too difficult to hold in your heart for a long time.

　　As if he thought of something, Tang Mo couldn't help but laugh lowly.

　　"So, if you meet someone you like in the future..." The sudden voice beside him made the man startled slightly, and he couldn't help but turn his head and look over, "But don't be like me. You don't dare to do this and don't dare to do that. "

　　...I will regret it."

　　Tang Mo lowered his head and looked at the grasshopper made of grass stems in his palm, his eyes clear and not a hint of drunkenness. After a long while, he closed his fingers, closed his eyes and leaned to the side, as if he fell asleep.

　　After a long time, the man sighed softly and said, "I remember."

　　"...Master Immortal."

　　No one answered. The cool night breeze carried the chirping of insects to his ears, and the surrounding area became increasingly quiet.

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　　Zhuang Qingwen Extra

　　"Whether it's talent, life experience, or luck, Master Zhuang is much better than me, so why are you afraid of me?"

　　"Without those things, you have no way to get what you want?"

　　" Without those means, are you... nothing?"

　　"Is this really what you want?"

　　Zhuang Qingwen slowly opened his eyes, looking a little dazed, and took a long time to reply. Come to your senses.

　　Some falling snow flew in from the open window and landed on Zhuang Qingwen's lap. In the blink of an eye, it turned into snow water and blended into the dark clothes without any trace.

　　The scenery in the courtyard is covered with a thick layer of white snow. As far as the eye can see, it is all pure and elegant white.

　　Zhuang Qingwen stared out the window for a long time before looking away.

　　When he was in retreat, new green buds had just sprouted on the peach trees in the yard, but now, it was no longer winter.

　　Cultivation has no time, everything is like this.

　　Too much time has passed, and even the memories that I thought I would never forget have gradually become blurry. But the appearance of that young man became increasingly clear as time went by.

　　Wei Chengze nearly died twice because of Zhuang Qingwen.

　　The first time, because of Zhuang Qingwen's plan, An Yingsheng left Wei Chengze alone in a cave in the secret realm, but he was attacked by a spiritual beast and was seriously injured; the second time, Zhuang Qingwen was trapped by the enemy and was pinched by others. In his hands, Wei Chengze exchanged his life for his.

　　Zhuang Qingwen couldn't even tell what kind of mood Wei Chengze was feeling at the moment he fell.

　　Joy, shock...sadness?

　　Zhuang Qingwen didn't know, he only felt a chill spreading across his chest where the blade penetrated, making him tremble with the cold.

　　His injury was so serious that he couldn't tell whether it was the pain caused by the wound or the feeling in his heart.

　　Tang Mo was standing five steps away from him, looking at the two people not far away with his eyes wide open, as if he could not hold anything else in his eyes.

　　Zhuang Qingwen looked at the person he once liked, and his heart no longer felt throbbing and sour, but only felt sad.

　　There was no shadow of him in the eyes of the person who was looking at him at the end of Tang Dynasty. The actions of the man who saved Zhuang Qingwen's life had nothing to do with Zhuang Qingwen.

　　Zhuang Qingwen suddenly wanted to laugh.

　　The two people not far away had clearly been interested in each other from the beginning, but they ended up in this situation because of one person's unnecessary persistence and the other person's stubbornness not wanting to change.

　　Regret, pain, guilt, sadness - looking at An Yingsheng's appearance, Zhuang Qingwen couldn't tell for a moment whether this was his feeling or An Yingsheng's mood.

　　——In the final analysis, there is not much difference between the two.

　　Zhuang Qingwen suddenly remembered the question Wei Chengze asked him that night. The young man who looked innocent and ignorant was actually much more understanding than they imagined. Thinking about it, Wei Chengze also understood why An Yingsheng left him alone in the first place. But even so, he still couldn't understand the other party's behavior.

　　Not because he was in danger of almost losing his life, but because the other party made a decision for him without his knowledge.

　　Compared to people like them who have advanced cultivation, the teenage boy has a clearer idea of ​​what he wants. But because of this, he became more stubborn on certain things.

　　That's why his ending was so tragic.

　　If you hurt others, you will hurt yourself even more.

　　Taking a deep breath and suppressing the turbulent emotions in his chest, Zhuang Qingwen stood up, smoothed the wrinkles on his robe, and walked out of the house.

　　The swirling snowflakes avoided his side, spinning down and blending into the whiteness of the ground, part of each other.

　　He finally understood what his master said back then and let go of some things. However, in this world, there is no longer that young man who was obviously murdered by him but still looked into his eyes and asked him what he wanted. .

　　To this day, Zhuang Qingwen doesn't know what kind of feelings he has for Wei Chengze.

　　Envy, gratitude, disgust, or... like?

　　After all, it's hard to tell the difference.

　　The heavier snow engulfed the figures who were moving away, leaving only the faint sound of falling snow between the sky and the earth.