C21 There Was a Lot of Hatred in the past

There's nothing a heroic spirit can do about it.

He dipped his sword in wine to wear it down.

The heavens only thought of the moon and the moon.

Without caring about the affairs of the world, everything was wasted.

The beautiful woman played Qin Le with her hands.

It smelled bad when she played Chu Song in her hometown.

Since ancient times, there were many talented people who knew the truth.

Don't blame the cold pond for surging with waves of anger.

The beads of sweat on Murong Yu's forehead increased. He called out to the people in his courtyard and said that Third Master's illness had flared up again, so he could only trap him in his room.

Murong Yu turned around and found Fu Gui, the servant who gave him the tea. He grabbed Fu Gui's shirt and scolded, "Who the f * ck did you give that pot of tea to?"

Fu Gui was scared half to death. He had long forgotten about this matter, but it was suddenly mentioned. After a long time, he remembered and said, "I gave it to Second Master!"

Murong Yu slapped him. "I said me! I made tea with my own hands!" Fu Gui had never seen the gentle and refined Young Master Yu become like this. He was so scared that he almost couldn't speak.

Murong Yu became even more anxious. Fu Gui thought for a while. Then he said, "Originally, that pot of tea was sent to Second Master. But on the way, the third master took it away. The little one could only make another pot of tea for the second master. Young Master, don't worry. They were all brewed using the tea leaves you bought, absolutely not. . . "

Before he could finish his sentence, Murong Yu had already kicked him to the side. Murong Yu went out the door like a madman and went straight to Freezing Mountain Temple.

The abbot had already changed in the mountain, and Dugu Xiu had already returned home. This would be hard for Murong Yu. He couldn't just barge into Dugu Manor! At this moment, the two families still had a lot of grudges between them. Not to mention going to the mansion, even if he wanted to walk around the Dugu family, he would have to bring along a few bodyguards.

Just as he was about to say something, someone suddenly ran out from his house: "Not good, young master, not good! Third Master, he! " Murong Yu hugged his shoulder. "Tell me, what happened to Third Master?"

"Third Master is dead!" The man was breathing heavily.

Murong Yu stood there blankly, as if he had not heard what the servant had said. At some point, his eyes were filled with tears.

"What's going on?" Murong Yu's voice was so hoarse that he almost lost his voice. The servant said with a long face, "Yes, he was killed by the Second Master. The third master broke free from the rope. He grabbed the person and bit them. The necks of the two maids were bitten off. He rushed into the temple hall and grabbed the Third Madam's neck to bite her. He was stopped by the Second Master in order to save the Third Madam. Sigh! "

The streets were filled with people coming and going, and the sound of people peddling could be heard everywhere. It was as if he had never seen such a lively scene before. Murong Yu was like a walking corpse that had lost his soul, dragging his heavy body back step by step.

The house was in a mess. Many people surrounded Murong Biao's body according to the instructions. Murong Biao's body was covered with black hair. Although he was dead, the black hair did not stop growing. His skin was turning dark green bit by bit, and his face was pale.

Murong Cheng was standing next to Murong Biao's corpse, carefully observing the changes on his body.

Mrs. Murong trembled and asked, "Third brother, what. . . What happened to him?"

Murong Cheng had long frowned. After thinking about it repeatedly, he concluded the discussion, "He was poisoned!"

At that moment, Murong Yu walked in. His first reaction was not to cry on his father's body, but to hear the conclusion that he was poisoned.

Murong Cheng saw his nephew standing at the door, and his brows furrowed even more. "Yu'er, I'm sorry. "

Mrs. Murong held Murong Yu's hand and reminded him: "Yu'er, your father has gone crazy. You can't blame Second Uncle!"

Murong Yu was still expressionless, but his forehead was covered in sweat.

"Don't worry, I will find the person who poisoned him and avenge your father!" Mrs. Murong saw that he did not respond and quickly comforted him, afraid that this child would do something stupid.

Murong Yu walked step by step to Murong Biao's corpse and said sadly, "He has been crazy for so many years!"

Murong Cheng said coldly. "If he doesn't die, your mother will die. "

"Mother? Do I have a mother? Didn't she die a long time ago? " Murong Yu looked up at the sky and cried.

A slap landed on Murong Yu's face. Murong Cheng glared at him fiercely and dragged his clothes. "Look, who is this? How can there be a son like you? Don't you know how to recognize a biological mother in front of you?"

"No! No! She's not my mother. My mother died a long time ago. Have you ever seen a mother who never said a word to her own child? " Murong Yu's expression became ferocious. He bared his teeth and shouted with tears mixed in his eyes.

Murong Cheng stood there blankly. He only knew that she was Murong Yu's mother, but he didn't know that between them, there was only one thing he didn't know. There's such a big problem.

Almost no one noticed that there was a woman standing in the hall. Her name was Xue Xiaohuan, and she was wearing a plain white dress. She expressionlessly looked at Murong Biao, who was lying on the floor. That was her husband. She didn't cry, and no one blamed her, because she was already a nun!

But at this moment, she was crying. She was also a woman. When Mrs. Murong married, she took her husband and taught her son. The family was harmonious, but she was so unfortunate. No normal person would consider a mentally disabled person as their lifelong partner in their youth, but Xue Xiaohuan's husband was a mentally disabled person.

Xue Xiaohuan's family was not in Suzhou, but in a small town near Lake Tai, Xue Family Fort. Although her family was not rich and powerful, they were still the number one figure in this place. Her father was the Xue Family Fort's Patriarch, Xue Dalong.

When Murong Ying brought his eldest son, Murong Bai, to shoot the dart, he passed by the Xue Family Fort. Xue Dalong had long heard of the Murong Family's reputation, so he had a grand banquet and treated them as distinguished guests.

At this moment, Xue Xiaohuan had taken a fancy to Murong Bai. He was waiting for his wedding day, so who wouldn't want to marry his wife? After saying the same thing as his father, Xue Dalong brought up this marriage.

After asking, he found out that Murong Bai had already made an engagement with someone else. Fortunately, Old Master Murong Ying was in good health and gave birth to three sons in one go. When Xue Dalong saw Murong Bai's talent, he guessed that his brother was definitely not an ordinary person. His younger brother was indeed not an ordinary person, especially his brain. He was definitely not an ordinary person.

After I gave birth to Murong Biao in my life, I realized that this child actually did not cry. No matter how I patted him, he did not cry. He grew to eight or nine years old. Others had gone to study and practice martial arts, but he didn't even know how to walk. When he reached adulthood, Murong Ying suddenly realized that this child still had one advantage, which was that he had great strength, even though it was brute force.

Therefore, he often did not dare to let him go out, fearing that he would cause some trouble.

The day Xue Xiaohuan married, she waited happily for the groom. However, they did not see him after a long time, so they simply entered the bridal room without even bowing to him. The next day, Xue Xiaohuan realized that the person lying beside her was an out-and-out fool.

She wanted to commit suicide several times, but she was stopped. After a month, she actually found out that she was pregnant. This was fate! This was still her child after all. She could not bear to do it, so after giving birth, Xue Xiaohuan resolutely became a nun.

The Murong family went up the mountain to beg her a few times, but she refused to go down the mountain. It was only after I, Murong, brought the crying Murong Yu up the mountain that she felt pity for him. Murong Ying built a temple hall for her at home. Even if she was a nun, she had to stay at home.

Twenty years passed in the blink of an eye. Murong Yu had grown up, but he never knew what happened to his mother. He only hated that his mother had never told him anything. Sometimes, he even thought that his mother was a mute.

How smart could a mute and a retarded child be? He used his actions to tell the world that although his father was a retard, he was one of the smartest people in Gusu City.

Now that he thought about it, it wasn't that he was smart, it was just that he was precocious. He had known about his parents' situation since he was young. Everyone's first impression of him wasn't the young master of Murong family, but the son of a retard.

Therefore, he understood that only through hard work could he change everyone's impression of him. He knew how to wash his father's body and wipe his back when he was six years old. He also knew how to read four books and five scriptures.

When he was ten years old, he was already a scholar. Now, in the government, he could be considered a man of his word. The city lord practically listened to his every word.

Who would dare to say that he was smart if such a child was not smart? In fact, only Murong Yu himself knew that he was not smart at all. He was even a little stupid. Because he had long discovered that others could recite the article three times. He needed to recite it more than thirty times, but he might not be able to do it. When others were able to learn martial arts smoothly, it would be exceptionally difficult for him. Because he could not remember the moves.

He would often secretly light a lonely lamp in the dead of the night. Repeating the articles that he didn't learn during the day. As for saber techniques, he might as well announce to the world that he hated martial arts, and he hated killing.

Xue Xiaohuan's tears flowed down her smooth skin and onto her elegant robe. The beads in her hands stopped rolling and were firmly held in her palms. Murong Yu suddenly looked up and found that his mother was crying. He had never seen his mother's tears before.

"Yu'er, I am your mother! I. . . Xue Xiaohuan's eyes were filled with tears, but she didn't know what to say. She had no feelings for her husband who was lying on the bed, but she loved her child like a treasure!

When she was young, she hated herself, hated her own fate, hated others' fate for being so good. Especially Mrs. Murong, who was also a woman. She was married to Murong Bai, who was full of heroic spirit, while she was married to the retarded Murong Biao. Anyone would hate her to death.

Therefore, she chose to remain silent. Since she could not bear to die, she would keep silent. Not saying a word might be the sharpest shout to fate. Even though Murong Yu was kneeling on her knees, she didn't open her eyes to look at him.

Murong Yu roared angrily, "Shut up! You are not, you are not! My mother was long dead! Dead!" He frantically retreated. He fell to the ground and had no choice but to move backwards. He moved all the way to the door and disappeared from everyone's sight.

On the same day, Murong Biao was hastily buried. Not many people cared about his death, and the Murong family didn't want anyone to care about it either. Even if it wasn't the case, it wasn't a glorious thing to have brothers crippled.

The next day, another person from the Murong family died. Ding Fugui died in his own room for no apparent reason. It seemed like he was hanged, and no one would care about his death.