"Previous generation..."

There have been speculations for a long time. The ancestor was not surprised by the identity of the ninth son, but only felt regretful. //The fastest update is //

The Shanjun has lived for thousands of years, and no one knows whether it is a human or a beast, or is half a human or half a beast like its disciples; no one knows whether it is still alive, hidden, sleepy, or simply dead. What people know is that the Shanjun's descendants are constantly passed on, and each means a certain title, and there is inheritance after death.

No more or less, the thirty-seven sons will always be this number when they walk in the world.

How did Young Master Qianchou get to know and get together with the ninth son, and how did he finally break through the siege and blend with the soul. It was sad and touching, but it did not include the ancestors.

She only noticed two words: the previous generation!

"So, she's dead?"

The previous word "The previous generation" is enough to explain everything. The ancestor still needs to ask, but only said that she attaches too much importance to it. The Blood Dance King seems to know this and is not angry about it.

"Dead."

"Have you ever left something?"

"There is a sentence."

"What is it?" The ancestor was slightly motivated.

"She didn't hurt me."

The Blood Dance King's eyes flashed like stars and ghost fire, saying word by word: "My wife told me before she died that she was not trying to harm me."

The Gun King suddenly took a step forward, his cold eyes fell on Xue Wu's face, and his expression sarcastically said, "Silly."

Xue Wu didn't look at him at all, but just looked at the ancestor's eyes, as if waiting for a judgment.

The ancestor looked faint and said, "Lu Zhao is right, you are indeed stupid."

The surroundings were quiet, and the bloody breathed slightly rapid. The wild face twitched from time to time, and he refused to defend himself, and obviously he was unwilling to admit what his ancestors said.

The ancestor said: "The husband and wife have a deep affection. I believe that she will entrust life and death with you, and can even die for you. But you are indeed fascinated by love and do not really understand it. Perhaps you are unwilling to understand the meaning of that sentence."

Xuewu said in a cold voice: "I don't understand."

The ancestor said calmly: "She wants to tell you that the original purpose of Shanjun Jiuzi was to harm him. But she didn't do that."

Bloody Wu was slightly stunned.

The ancestor said slightly sarcastically: "Shanjun's disciples are not easy to approach people, and getting married is a taboo; the result of our investigation is that in order to ensure their bloodline, they prefer to relate to animals. You should know the experience of Thirteen, that his sister-in-law and Thirty-seven sons are proof of it. Could it be that you really think that you were so outstanding back then that you could make the unfamiliar disciples of Shanjun fall in love with him and come to see each other from afar?"

Bloody Dance's expression changed slightly. It was difficult to be as firm as before.

The ancestor said: "I first heard of Qianchou's name, and I also carefully studied what you did. The final conclusion was: I was not worthy of great things!"

She said: "The ninth son of Shanjun, born, has a nature, beauty, talent and cultivation power. None of them is worse than you, the affectionate young man. Why are you moved by that little fame? Or is it because you were born better, that women in the world, including those of Shanjun, who are like the ninth son of Shanjun, abandon the rules?"

The voice suddenly turned sharply, and the ancestor shouted: "When you use your not-smart and self-righteous mind, what was the purpose of Jiuzi when he first came into contact with you!"

Blood dance's expression changed again, and the evil light stopped. Instead, it was replaced by the pain and gradually deepened, and the sadness was unwilling to be said.

After all, he is not really stupid. Even if he is stupid, he can understand some deep things after so many years of hard work. As the ancestors said, Xue Wu was unwilling to think about his wife in that direction and refused to accept the facts.

Jiuzi came with a certain purpose and successfully got together with Mr. Qianchou, but failed to act according to the original plan. Instead, he continued to change his original intention over time. He fell in love with him sincerely. Until one day, Jiuzi and Qianchou revealed the truth. The passionate young master was so sad and angry that he could not bear to "destroy his relatives for justice", so he changed his style and hid, trying to stay with his lover for life.

In the end, the Nine Sons, Miaomiao, realized that something was wrong, so...

A simple, bloody, and even boring and helpless story. It has been staged countless times in history. Young Master Qianchou is not the first, nor will it be the last one.

The wife's worries and persuasion, her own persistence and reluctance. The wife's guilt and anxiety, her own comfort and confusion, until she was powerless, regretful but unsolvable. The past scenes surged into her heart, and the blood danced quickly, and it was easy to find more evidence. Her body fell softly on the bow of the ship without realizing it, and her expression became more and more shrill.

"I'm not wrong... I haven't harmed anyone, and Jiuer hasn't harmed others. We shouldn't do this, we shouldn't..."

"If everything can be measured by right or wrong, this world is too simple. You are greedy for love but unable to let go of the prosperity of the world, you can't let go of your lover but you can't let go of your tribe members. It's like hiding or hiding, and the ending is destined by yourself from the beginning. How can you blame others?"

The ancestor said disdainfully: "You think you are not wrong, it is the demons who harmed you; I can also say that I have not made a mistake in judgment. Xue Qianchou is indeed a fool and cannot bear the great power."

Xue Wu collapsed on the ground, her eyes were distracted and she didn't know what to think, and she was like a useless person.

The fall of a proud person makes people feel even more pity. It is also a revenge between husband and wife. Looking at him as if he was so sad and dying, the ancestor was a little moved and sighed and said, "Forget it, the past is meaningless to think clearly; if you don't want to return, I don't care about a ghost slave in the rebellious clan, even if he was once a genius. I only ask you one thing, have the Nine Sons ever explained, who will be the next Nine Sons?"

Xue Wu shook her head blankly, suddenly she seemed to think of something, and said vaguely: "Spiritual Realm."

The ancestor was fainted and asked, "The next nine sons are in the spiritual realm? Are they spiritual cultivation?"

Xue Wu nodded, shook her head again, and the gun king next to her was impatient and shouted: "What the hell is it?"

Xue Wu said blankly: "I can't be sure that Jiuer once said something, which may be related to this matter."

"What do you mean?" the two asked at the same time.

"The spiritual demon is like the two sides of Yin and Yang, and also like the two poles of heaven and earth; the nine sons of the mountain king bear the destiny of the divine, and pretend to destroy Yin and Yang with their hands, and seize the creation of heaven and earth."

"What a big tone!" The Gun King snorted coldly.

"The fake hand...is interesting."

The ancestors were different from the Gun King. After thinking about it, they looked up at the bamboo forest, and their expressions seemed to be enlightened.

"Diet...is it also a destiny..."

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When I woke up, the breeze drifted all over the fields in silence, and the stars were fighting each other, blinking, as if a curious child was looking at another child, wanting to ask him why he was so greedy for sleep.

"Oh, how long..."

After turning over and sitting up, Shisanlang's first reaction was whether he would sleep for three years again, so he quickly raised his hand and touched his face.

The scars are still there, proving that the world has not been long. While feeling great comfort, I can't help but wonder why my body is full of strength and seems to have never experienced that fierce battle.

"Stop pretending, your injury is not as heavy as you pretend."

The ancestor lifted up the fishing rod and looked at the fishing fish jumping around and struggling desperately on the hook. He felt very moved, very melancholy, and very relieved.

"So there is really a saying in the world that luck is really there."

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A little stuck, two thousand words, ashamed, speechless.

The main thing is that the obscure (not obscene) parts are a bit difficult to think about. It should be weird and not strange, but it should be consistent with the character's identity... You know, I like to mess around with this kind of details, commonly known as pretentiousness.

So it's slow to write...

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