Chapter seven hundred and seventy-ninth give a discount
Ling Daoming is dead.
It can be said that he died in his own hands.
It can also be said that he died under Liu Mingzhi's Heavenly Sword.
Song Yu and his wife went to Jiangnan and told Ling Daoming about their one-night stand with Liu Zhi'an and his wife.
The three brothers were so drunk that they stayed overnight in Qixiu Tower for seven days without returning home. It seemed that the three brothers had returned to the high-spirited young days when they were studying in Dangyang Academy.
Drinking wine, singing, crying, and telling the story of the brotherhood that had not been seen for more than ten years in Qixiu Tower in seven days.
Afterwards, the brother and sister Ling Yang kept walking around with Ling Daoming. Ling Daoming said he wanted to make up for the years he spent hiding in dark corners.
Ling Daoming said he wanted to pay homage to his deceased wife and his bitter lover Wu Ling'er who had been waiting for him all his life.
No one expected that Ling Daoming would ask Liu Mingzhi to pick up Wu Ling'er's body and carry the coffin down to Yangzhou.
Liu Mingzhi disagreed that Ling Daoming knelt down to plead as an elder.
Helpless, everyone had no choice but to cooperate with Ling Daoming in making this ridiculous move, transporting the body of Wu Ling'er and Wu's mother to Yangzhou in the misty rain.
Looking at Wu Ling'er who was buried with his first wife and his son and daughter Ling Daoming who burst into tears, I was filled with melancholy.
He took his daughter's hand and put it into Liu Mingzhi's, hoping that Liu Mingzhi could take good care of Su Weier. Ling Daoming knew in his heart that his daughter's heart was full of this former childhood sweetheart, Brother Zhi.
Knowing that a son is like a father, Ling Daoming hopes that he can fulfill his daughter's wish before he dies.
Liu Mingzhi struggled deliberately and finally took Su Weier's hand in his hand. What Ling Daoming told him last year was probably to wait for this day!
Liu Mingzhi remembered it clearly, and it echoed in his mind all the time.
"Being born as a seven-foot man, he should stand upright and live up to his lover!"
"Zhi'er, the world has changed, and morality of benevolence and justice is no longer applicable. If you want to gain a place in the court today, you must be ruthless and ruthless, and use everything to the extreme!"
"The set of Confucian sayings that the world thinks are wise can only be applied to benevolent kings in the prosperous times. Nowadays, the foreign troubles in the court have not been eliminated. Although your Majesty is a wise king, he is not a sage. If a king is wise but not sage, he has selfish motives. People with selfish motives often make choices. You
Although he is a close minister of the emperor and his favor is flourishing, he may not be among the abandoned sons one day!"
"Although you are a minister who does not seek power and dominate the government, you still need to take care of yourself. What should you do? You can advance or retreat. Don't be indecisive. Only when you have to make a decision can you protect yourself! You are of an honest nature. In the court, you are so intrigued and deceitful.
The place will definitely suffer."
"Being honest and honest is the foundation of being an official, but you must also know how to play both sides. The foundation of loyalty to the emperor and patriotism is to save your life. You must not be foolish, loyal or pedantic. You must know how to adapt!"
"The things of the past are the guide of the future. My uncle and General Jin Yi are the lessons from the past!"
Song Yu looked at Ling Daoming unhappily: "Third brother, Zhi'er doesn't need to master these things now. You must not spoil Zhi'er's character with your nonsense!"
Ling Daoming sighed melancholy: "Brother, you are still young and you are controlled by others. If you want to settle down and live in peace, you must not do anything willful."
Song Yu sighed speechlessly.
Ling Daoming looked at Liu Mingzhi again: "Zhi'er, Third Uncle thanks you for sparing Third Uncle's life, but by doing so, you have violated the first words that Third Uncle taught you. Alas, remember, be soft on the enemy.
You’re just hurting yourself!”
"You asked Third Uncle whether he could guard Ling'er's grave with peace of mind and avoid any turmoil. Third Uncle didn't answer you directly! Third Uncle will tell you the answer now. Third Uncle can't!"
"How can we easily eliminate the hatred of losing our family? But since my third uncle has promised you, there will be no more troubles from now on!"
"Yang'er!"
"father!"
"Yang'er, from now on, you must take Zhi'er as the basis for everything, and don't be arbitrary. From now on, Zhi'er's words are your father's words, so you must obey them!"
"Dad, what are you talking about?"
"Kneel down!"
Ling Yang fell to his knees on the ground with a plop.
"Swear on your mother's grave that you will never disobey what dad just said in this life. Even if Zhi'er asks you to die, he won't even frown!"
"father........"
"swear!"
"Yes, the sky is above and the earth is below. I, Ling Yang, swear here..."
Ling Daoming smiled with satisfaction and was completely relieved!
"Zhi'er!"
"Third uncle?"
Liu Mingzhi had a vague premonition. When he was stunned, Ling Daoming pulled out the Heavenly Sword from Liu Mingzhi's waist. Before everyone and masters like Liu Mingzhi could recover, he held the blade of the sword with both hands and pierced his heart.
.
"father......."
"Third brother..."
"Third uncle!"
Liu Mingzhi hurriedly grasped the hilt of the sword and wanted to pull it back, but he did not dare to pull it out because once the sword was pulled out, Ling Daoming's blood would spurt out like rain.
Ling Daoming glanced at the brothers and children who were wailing around him, and looked at Liu Mingzhi's lips with indifferent eyes as blood flowed down his beard: "Zhi'er, this is the only way Third Uncle can...
.Let go of...the hatred in your heart...peace your mind...and guard the tomb!"
"father.........."
"Zhi'er...remember...sanshu's...words, don't let Ling'er's...things get in your way..."
.........Don't let people wait for it to happen again...in the next life...remember, remember..."
Ling Daoming grasped the sword body with both hands and exerted force suddenly, and the heavenly sword passed directly through his body.
Liu Mingzhi looked at the hilt of the sword in his hand tremblingly, his whole mind going blank.
A blood relative actually died under his own sword. Although he did not do it by himself, the Heavenly Sword is still not his Heavenly Sword!
"To guard against others...it is essential...to fight against enemies...people do not need hands..."
Ling Daoming lowered his head and exclaimed on the spot before even finishing the last word of "soft"!
............
Ling Daoming 'got his wish' and became his own tombkeeper.
The eternal gravekeeper, he spent his whole life guarding his first wife and his bitter lover, Mother Wu.
As Ling Daoming himself said, he could not let go of the hatred in his heart, but at this point, if he persisted in revenge, he would be in trouble for Liu Mingzhi and his second brother who had saved him.
Being an eternal gravekeeper is the most appropriate way.
Without hatred, we will not let our brothers and nephews be in trouble, we can only exterminate ourselves!
On February 20th of the first year of Ruian, Ling Daoming, the real leader of the White Lotus Sect, was executed and buried with his first wife.
"I can agree to Sister Wei'er staying, but you have to agree to one request!"
"Yun'er, tell me, no matter what your husband asks for, I will agree to it!"
Qi Yunfeng's eyes were full of hidden sadness: "I can tolerate everything from you, but you must promise me not to hide anything from me in the future!"
"That's... no problem, is there anything else?"
"As long as you stay home for a month, you must take turns sleeping in the sisters' room for twenty-five days!"
"Two...twenty...five days!"
"There are already a few of them. I am already generous enough. Do you still want to go out and provoke the crazy bees and butterflies?"
"Absolutely not, but two...fifteen days! It will kill people. To tell the truth to my husband, Yun'er, it will really kill people!"
"If you want to die, you must die at home. If you don't agree to this, I won't allow Wei'er to stay!"
"Let's talk about it, how about five days? My husband is very busy with the affairs of the court, and I have to teach several children to study. If I don't teach them well now, what will happen if they learn badly in the future? Five days, at most six days, my husband
Can I spare you a day?"
Qi Yun bit her red lips and stared at Young Master Liu with squinted eyes: "Husband, are you going to the capital to renew the order tomorrow?"
"Yes, you see, my husband is really busy!"
Qi Yunyu pinched Liu's waist with one hand and tugged on Young Master Liu's ears with the other: "Go back to the room with me to drink porridge!"
"Drink... porridge again, didn't you just drink it not long ago?"
"I don't count what I did before. I'll drink at least five bowls today. I can't spare you if I lose a bowl of porridge! I'll just cut it up for you. You won't be able to drink five bowls of porridge. I guess I have no use anymore, so I might as well just cut it up."