Chapter 667: Supporting the Good and Punishing the Evil, Taking the Duty
An abandoned baby who should have died in the mountains was picked up by the sect leader who was known for his strictness and raised personally.
Huangsong was the name given to him by the sect leader, after the pine and cypress trees of Huangshan, in the hope that he would be tenacious and everlasting.
The sect leader had no children, so Huang Song was treated as his own son. Many people in the sect envied the good fortune of this abandoned boy, and privately believed that Huang Song would be the future sect leader. Unfortunately, the world is unpredictable...
The young boy, who was just beginning to fall in love, never regarded the cold and indifferent sect leader as his mother, and he never even regarded her as his elder.
Knowing his past life since childhood, he understood that he had no blood relationship with the sect leader. If that was the case, why couldn't the sect leader be the person who made him happy?
The boy was stubborn and always used this reason to comfort himself, but at the same time he knew very clearly that such feelings were doomed to be unacceptable to the world.
Finally one day, the young man's romantic feelings were exposed, and all kinds of unbearable rumors spread.
When the sect leader found out, she said nothing, but just expelled the young man from Chengtian Sect with a cold face as usual, and no longer acknowledged this disciple whom she had personally raised.
Huang Song was heartbroken and spent his days in a daze, like a walking corpse, until one day, he received the news of his sect leader's death.
Those stubborn old folks in the sect actually forced their leader to death under the pressure of rumors!
The young man practiced hard with a heart full of hatred. At the moment when the raindrops fell on the tip of the sword, he couldn't help but think of the appearance of the sect leader standing indifferently in the gray sky with a red umbrella.
The sword in his hand danced faster and faster, just like the hatred in his heart became more and more crazy.
The sword light was impenetrable, and the rain was completely blocked out. The young man's eyes were red, because he knew that no matter what he did, the person who taught him since childhood would never come back.
But so what? He must make those people pay the price!
None of those who forced her to death will escape!
The young man stopped panting. When raindrops dripped down the blade of the sword, he could always see the red frozen deep in his memory in the misty rain.
A woman in a white Taoist robe stood on the bluestone steps holding a cinnabar umbrella. The glazed pendants hanging from the end of the umbrella ribs tinkled in the mountain breeze. At that time, the young man ran from the corridor holding the pharmacopoeia. Just as the umbrella brim was raised, the black hair that fell on her shoulders was blown up by the cold wind, contrasting with her snow-white face and tightly pursed lips.
"The pines and cypresses of Mount Huang stand proudly against frost and snow"—this was the admonition engraved on his jade tablet by his master.
The young man stroked the warm jade while shedding tears with an expressionless face.
In countless early mornings when the light was dim, he stole glances at her taut jawline as she cleaved pine needles with a sword. Until one year during the Waking of Insects, he saw her coming back from practicing in the cold pond, her long black hair wet with slightly cold moisture, her shoulders covered with a light layer of snow as she walked towards him from the back mountain. He was suddenly startled to realize that the vines growing wildly in his chest had wrapped around his throat. He was deeply trapped in his love and could not extricate himself.
When the elder of the Discipline Hall held up the paper on which the love poem was copied, the boy felt for the first time how sharp the shape of the pine needles was.
Those needles that he had touched countless times and symbolized toughness now seemed to be densely packed into his frightened and trembling heart.
Why was it exposed... How was it exposed... How would she look at him...
The young man was extremely frightened, but in the end he could only see the black shadow cast by the cinnabar umbrella on the blue bricks when she turned around.
"From now on, you are no longer my apprentice."
Countless days and nights passed, the boy grew into a young man, then a middle-aged man, and finally he had enough strength to carry out his revenge.
Several years later, on a rainy night, the seven gates of Chengtian Sect opened one after another.
Huang Song held a long sword in his hand and wove the sword light into an impenetrable net. Anyone who tried to stop him would only die.
The white clothes were soaked with blood, which dripped into a red sea in the heavy rain.
As he stepped into the main hall on the ground covered with broken jade, thunder exploded outside the hall. For an instant, he vaguely saw a cinnabar umbrella passing by the eaves. He turned his head sharply, but saw only a dim lamp swaying in the rain.
"What were you feeling back then..."
He looked at the position of the former sect leader and did not dare to take a step closer. He just stood at the door and watched from afar.
Finally, he fled the main hall in despair, like a helpless drowned dog, he knelt in front of the empty hall, letting the rain wash his bloodstained clothes. In the wind and rain, the iron horses on the eaves made a clear clanging sound, which sounded like the clear singing of the master's sword when it was unsheathed.
Huang Song cried loudly in the rain, as if he had become the child who was scolded by the sect leader that year, but the person who scolded him was long gone.
Even in his dreams he couldn't find it...
Huang Song completed his revenge, and from then on Chengtian Sect became a sect with only him and his master. Today, it has declined to the point where almost no one knows about it.
Ran Ran frowned. The whole story sounded like a story about a man who worked hard until middle age and finally avenged his young self and the person he loved.
But is this really the case?
Was the sect leader really forced to death by those people in the sect and the rumors?
Ran Ran would find the whole thing ridiculous from the perspective of the leader of Xuanmen: a man falls in love and is moved by himself.
She said that the person who killed the sect leader was Huang Song.
A child who was raised as her own child was suddenly revealed to be in love with her one day... Ranran's eyes turned cold, and she only felt extremely disgusted.
If her emotions are strong enough at the same time, she will still feel sad.
She didn't feel sad for Huang Song, nor for herself, but for human beings.
A major difference between humans and beasts is that humans are educated and restricted by various rules and regulations to maintain human "civilization."
Desire is something that grows in everyone's heart, but people should learn to control desire, otherwise what is the difference between them and beasts that are completely driven by desire.
Huang Song did not do this, and the sect leader must be very disappointed, disappointed that her many years of teaching did not make Huang Song realize this.
Because it is love, does that mean it has a reason to be expressed out loud no matter what?
That's not the case.
Some love is not allowed by the world at all, it is completely wrong and should never be expressed in your life.
Otherwise, the person who is venting will feel free and happy, but the person who is loved will suffer a miserable fate.
Ranran twisted her fingertips unconsciously, as if she could touch the soft yet sharp pine needles like the yellow pines in her memory.
"Ponderosa...Ponderosa..."
The wonders of Huangshan that she had seen in her childhood emerged in her mind - the twisted pine branches growing through the rocks and actually tearing hideous cracks in the extremely hard stones.
If we regard the rock as the matrix that supports the growth of the pine branches... perhaps the fate of the sect leader was doomed from the beginning...
In Huang Song's memory, Ranran tried to find out Jiang Yali's whereabouts, but unfortunately, Huang Song himself did not know this, so Ranran had no way of knowing.
Jiang Yali has not received the punishment she deserves for being obsessed with money and killing people. Ranran frowned in disgust, but it was a pity that she did not have enough time.
Fortunately, I still have my second nephew. Thinking of this, Ranran looked at Shen Dinghai and suddenly reached out to hold him.
"Don't forget what you said."
Ran Ran didn't specify, but Shen Dinghai was stunned for a moment and then nodded firmly.
"Well, I know."
It is our duty to support the good and punish the evil.
