The Villain Raising Cubs[Transmigration Book]

Chapter 40 Rehabilitation

Meng Yijue's indifferent gaze stayed on An Jinhua's face.In front of all the monks of the Haoyue Sect, he slowly revealed the memory of the original owner two years ago:

"I, An Jinhua, and Zhong Wei were about to turn back after obtaining the medicinal herbs in the Demon Realm. Unexpectedly, An Jinhua killed the magic dragon cub and attracted a group of beasts to besiege us. I blocked a blow for him, but he just took me As a shield, push me into the herd and escape on your own.

After the inner alchemy shattered, I passed out. When I woke up again, I found myself lying in a ravine on the border of the Demon Realm. Zhong Wei was missing, and An Jinhua was not there.I have searched for them for a long time without success, so I dragged my body and climbed back to Haoyue Sect step by step..."

While speaking, Meng Yijue looked at Zhong Heng.

This brother has already been stimulated a lot today, but Meng Yijue doesn't mind giving him a little more:

"After returning to Zongmen, I fell asleep in Zhulinyuan. When I woke up, the truth of the matter was reversed. An Jinhua probably didn't expect that I could return to Zongmen alive. During the period when I was in a coma, he made it up. Another piece of rhetoric put all the responsibility for Zhong Wei's death on me, and I became an innocent white lotus. And you..."

He looked directly at Zhong Heng's pale face, and uttered cruel words, "...I also completely believed him."

Everyone was in an uproar, and Zhong Heng's body shook violently.

There is no need for more words now, An Jinhua's reaction after Zhong Wei's appearance is enough to prove everything.

In this tragedy, only An Jinhua was not innocent. His two closest companions died and the other was injured, but he was able to escape completely...

Zhong Heng gritted his teeth, "An, Jin, Hua..."

He didn't forget that when An Jinhua came to him and cried about his "encounter" in the Demon Realm, he was dazed by the news of Zhong Wei's death. When they arrived at Zhulinyuan, they slapped Meng Yijue who had just woken up on the couch.

The bloodless man was half leaning against the head of the bed, his hair was disheveled, blood was oozing from the corner of his mouth, shock and despair appeared in his black eyes, which later turned into deep hatred.

Zhong Heng was almost going crazy.At that time, he actually hugged the enemy who killed his younger brother tightly, spoke harsh words to his former lover, and cursed the innocent Meng Yijue with the most vicious words in the world.

And the real murderer still pretended to pull his arm, begging him to "forgive" Meng Yijue's "crime" for the sake of "past friendship"!

Under An Jinhua's "dissuasion", he did not kill Meng Yijue on the spot, but went crazy and made a fuss in Zhulinyuan, smashing all the utensils that could be smashed in Zhulinyuan, and smashing the few people who came to persuade him to fight. The disciples also fell to the ground, and Meng Yijue, who had just broken his inner alchemy, was so angry that he vomited blood and passed out again...

The more he thinks about it, the colder Zhong Heng sweats.

The huge reversal of the truth hit him hard, guilt, shock, self-blame... Countless emotions filled his chest, and Zhong Heng raised his neck deeply in pain, not daring to look into Meng Yijue's eyes...

It was obvious that Meng Yijue was the innocent victim, but he believed An Jinhua's words and kept hurting him...

And all these self-blame, guilt, sorrow...all turned into deep hatred for An Jinhua!

"An Jinhua, you... you bastard, how dare you...!"

Zhong Hengfei kicked An Jinhua down, pointed the tip of his sword at the opponent's throat amidst the exclamation of the crowd, and roared violently: "You bitch, you made Meng Yijue a useless person, and my brother's hands are covered in blood. Blood, how dare you pretend nothing happened! Ha, ha..."

He was crying and laughing, and his emotions were completely out of control. "You lie on my pillow every night, what are you thinking in your heart, huh? Are you very proud, think I'm ridiculous, and play around with your tricks!"

Now that the matter was over, An Jinhua watched the opponent's sword pointed at him, instead of trembling, he calmed down.

He looked at the mad Taoist companion indifferently.Seeing Zhong Heng's expression of hatred exactly the same as when he spoke ill of Meng Yijue back then, An Jinhua smiled desolately and arrogantly.

"Zhong Heng, you keep saying that all of this is my fault, and that Zhong Wei's death has ruined Meng Yijue's reputation—you think you can be relieved by putting these blames on me?"

Zhong Heng was taken aback for a moment, and saw An Jinhua's eyes widen viciously, staring at him and said word by word: "Zhong Heng, it's because of your stupidity that you ended up like this!"

"What did you say!" Zhong Heng stepped hard on An Jinhua's heart.

An Jinhua immediately coughed up two mouthfuls of blood, but as if he didn't feel the pain, he continued to say viciously: "Zhong Heng, you idiot, you said I was vicious and vicious, but didn't you scold Meng Yijue like that back then! Look at Meng Yijue The inner alchemy is broken, being scolded by the whole sect, and everyone betrays their relatives, how pitiful! He must have been wronged, haha, but you are responsible for all of this!"

An Jinhua raised his voice, "Who told you to be so stupid that you believed what I said without thinking about it! It was you who charged Meng Yijue with the crime of killing Zhong Wei! It was you who smashed the house where he lived. Zhulinyuan! It was you who abandoned him when he was dying of illness! Now you are hypocritically pretending to be guilty in front of Meng Yijue, and pretending to be regretful, what a fool!"

Zhong Heng's face turned pale, and An Jinhua laughed coldly: "When you suddenly heard that Zhong Wei died looking for medicine for you, you felt guilty but dared not take responsibility, so when I pushed Meng Yijue as a scapegoat , you can’t wait to believe it as if you have grasped a life-saving straw! Convince yourself, hypnotize yourself...

Because you panic, you are afraid in your heart that your brother died in the Demon Realm in vain to save you, and as long as Meng Yijue is labeled as a conspirator, you have reason to hate him and vent all your guilt into resentment on him ! "

"Zhong Heng, you have been a cowardly, selfish ghost from the beginning to the end, a downright villain! For your own well-being, you would even push your lover into hell with your own hands!"

At the end, An Jinhua was hoarse, and he screamed: "What do you think you can do if you expose me, Meng Yijue is in such a miserable state today, you, Zhong Heng, have contributed a lot! I am a knife at best, but you Well, you, Zhong Heng, are the one who helped the evildoer, the one who stabbed him!"

"you you……"

Being poked at the most secret pain point deep in his heart, Zhong Heng's body trembled violently.

Looking at An Jinhua's choked laughing face, Zhong Heng's face twitched, and he went completely crazy!

The aura in his body soared, and before the people around him made any moves, he had already pierced An Jinhua's heart with a sword!

An Jinhua cried out in pain, and blood gushed out like a fountain.

Zhong Heng drew his sword and wanted to stab again, so crazy that he was yelling something, the two senior practitioners beside him rushed up to hold him down, and shouted anxiously: "Zhong Heng, Zhong Heng! Don't stab, he will dead!"

Zhong Heng roared: "Let him die! Let him die! He owes me two lives, he deserves to die!"

"Zhong Heng, stop!" A loud male voice came, and a thin air mask suddenly appeared in front of Zhong Heng, firmly separating him from An Jinhua.

Zhong Heng's master, Master Zi Yun, came striding over, Fuchen knocked hard on the top of his forehead, and scolded him: "Sinister, why are you so crazy! Quiet me!"

The two cultivators held Zhong Heng down and dragged him aside.

Zhong Heng took a few breaths, but at least he calmed down and stopped screaming.His eyes were bloodshot, as if he wanted to swallow the fallen An Jinhua alive.

The atmosphere was deadly silent.

As the battle drew to a close, the Nether King was wounded and escaped, and most of the enemy soldiers from the Nether tribe and the beast tribe followed his master and withdrew from the position.At this time, the sound of fighting subsided gradually, and the cultivators of Haoyue Sect gathered to the west side of the battlefield, and people began to clean the battlefield along the blood-stained mountain.

Master Zi Yun looked at the chaos in front of him with a headache, and looked around the crowd with gloomy eyes.

He had already noticed the changes on the battlefield, and rushed over after clearing out a few enemy soldiers near him. He didn't expect to hear the shocking truth, and the parties involved in the story also involved his direct disciples, as well as those who had already passed away. Therefore, the two disciples of Taoist Zixi...

Just when he was upset, he suddenly heard Zhong Wei's muffled "uh".

Zhong Heng turned his head stiffly, only to see his younger brother's body glowing strangely, almost collapsing like a crumbling sand sculpture.

He hurriedly got up and called out, "Zhong Wei!"

Zhong Wei smiled desolately.

After the Nether King was defeated and fled, the soul-returning spell became invalid immediately, and the life of this temporarily shaped body had come to an end.

The limited vitality is disappearing, Zhong Wei knew that he didn't have much time left, so he reached out and grabbed his brother's hand, crying: "Brother, I miss you so much, I really want to live... I regret it so much, I believed in Ann at that time. Jinhua's nonsense..."

As soon as his words came out, Zhong Heng was in great pain.

In order to ask for medicine for himself, the child lost his life in vain at the hands of his "insiders", and died a miserable and miserable death.

When he heard his clear youthful voice crying that he still wanted to live, even the other cultivators standing nearby couldn't help crying.

But there was no time, Zhong Wei's puppet body gradually collapsed like Qingyue and Taixuan's two predecessors before, and his body slowly turned into mud.

Zhong Wei shouted to Zhong Heng with the last of his strength: "Brother, you want to avenge me, don't let An Jinhua go!"

He waved vigorously at Meng Yijue again, "Brother Yijue, thank you for saving me that day. I am too weak to protect you. You must live well from now on..."

Meng Yijue's clear black eyes met Zhong Wei's, nodded solemnly at him, and gave a soft "hmm".

From the moment he saw Zhong Wei, the memory of the original owner kept popping up in Meng Yijue's mind.

Before "that incident" happened, he, Zhong Heng, Zhong Wei, and An Jinhua were like brothers, practicing sword and playing together.

At that time, the original owner was still secretly in love with Zhong Heng, and was still inseparable from An Jinhua, and they often went to the lower reaches of the mountain to play together.

Zhong Heng would buy a bunch of candied haws, give the hawthorn flavored ones to Zhong Wei, the strawberry ones to An Jinhua, the candied dates to Meng Yijue, and eat the rest himself.

Time has passed and everything has changed.

The spell completely failed, and Zhong Wei's tearful eyes dissipated in the wind along with the ashes of his body.

Zhong Heng stretched out his hand in a daze, and grabbed a few grains of fine sand from the wind.

Tears flowed down like a flood that broke the embankment. He regretted and hated again, and wept bitterly.

The wailing echoed over the battlefield for a long time, and the pain was so painful that the onlookers lost their words.

Meng Yijue lowered his head slightly, closed his eyes, and silently mourned for Zhong Wei.

Even though he knew that Zhong Wei's phrase "live well" was reserved for the original owner who had been with him for many years, Meng Yijue himself and Zhong Wei only met once today.But seeing such a young and fresh life dissipate so easily, he felt a gnat in his throat, and felt melancholy in his heart.

No one could have expected that this would be involved in a war with the Nether Clan. The snake and scorpion that everyone scolded for two years was actually innocent, and the fake white lotus was actually a real snake and scorpion, playing tricks on everyone.

Looking at Zhong Heng who was lying on the ground and rolling wildly, Zi Yun felt a bit of bitter sympathy in his heart.

What kind of thing is this, if it falls on him, I'm afraid he will go crazy like Zhong Heng.But right now he is still needed to preside over the scene.

Master Zi Yun put his spirits up, seeing the timing and location, it really wasn't the right time to settle this matter and draw a conclusion under the watchful eyes of everyone.He resorted to a strategy of delaying the attack, pointing at An Jinhua who was lying in a pool of blood: "Get him up in the chariot, and bring him back to the sect first."

Pointing to Zhong Heng again, "Zhong Heng, calm down. This matter is complicated, and we can't make a hasty conclusion. The sect needs to investigate carefully before making a decision."

Seeing that Zhong Heng had something to say, Master Zi Yun waved his hand and said impatiently: "If it is true that An Jinhua murdered his fellow disciples, Haoyuezong will definitely not let him go easily. And..."

He turned his eyes and looked at Meng Yijue, who was always standing calmly by the side, with mixed feelings in his heart.

Although it is waiting for the sect to investigate, since An Jinhua has confessed to the crime himself, the truth of the matter can basically be determined.

Meng Yijue—the "snake and scorpion" Meng Yijue who has been misunderstood, excluded, and reviled by everyone in Haoyuezong for more than two years is actually a good person who has been wronged.

Reflecting on this fact again, even Master Zi Yun couldn't help being shocked.

After Taoist Zixi passed away, Master Ziyun took over as the master of Zifeng Mountain.He believes that peace is the most important thing, and he is used to playing the role of peacemaker. Although he didn't express any rejection of Meng Yijue, he secretly scolded Meng Yijue along with everyone else.

In order to vent her anger on her apprentice Zhong Heng, Zi Yun withheld Meng Yijue's spiritual stone materials, reduced his workload, and gave him small shoes to wear.

Scenes of the past were circling in his mind, and Zi Yun's eyes on Meng Yijue were extremely complicated.

He opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word.

What else can I say?Apologize and explain to Meng Yijue?

Perhaps the entire Haoyue Sect owes Meng Yijue an apology, but since it has already been hurt mercilessly and left deep scars, there is still some meaning to the belated apology...

Meng Yijue didn't give them a chance to embarrass them.He turned around on the spot, pulled Shui Lingyuan up, and walked in a direction away from everyone in silence.

He could feel that after the truth was revealed suddenly, the atmosphere around him changed subtly.

The monks of the Zongmen exchanged surprised looks, and the monks of Zifeng Mountain were even more shocked.After all, practitioners of other disciplines have only heard of Meng Yijue's "notoriety", and at most they would scold him for fun when they have nothing to do.

The cultivators of Zifeng Mountain dealt directly with Meng Yijue.Except for real Ziyun, like Li Wei and Zhao Ruolin, although they didn't go crazy like Zhong Heng, they turned black and white in just a quarter of an hour, and everything turned upside down. They couldn't help recalling the contempt and insult to Meng Yijue in the past.

When these malice are vented on a "femme fatale", they have no burden in their hearts, and they just feel refreshed; but once the bad reputation planted now is washed away, and the targets of arbitrary bullying in the past are innocent people, they will never again "The teacher comes from no name", and he can't use the banner of "walking for the sky" as a fig leaf for his own moral corruption.

Evil and baseness are exposed in the air without any cover, and the two of them have no idea what they are feeling.

They resentfully avoided Meng Yijue's gaze, and their faces no longer had the condescending banter and harshness before, but were full of guilt and anxiety.

Meng Yijue didn't look at them more when they passed each other.He knew that despite the "misunderstanding" involved, he had already seen through the minds and faces of these people, and made a decision in his heart to kick them out of the range of objects worthy of normal communication.

After getting away from Li Wei Zhongheng's group, Meng Yijue took a few breaths smoothly, looked up at the sky, and showed a faint smile.

The grievance was cleared, although most of the grievances were suffered by the original owner, but it was also a great joy.

At least from now on, that hypocritical murderer An Jinhua doesn't need to show off his power in front of him and continue to deceive everyone, but he will live in the Haoyue Sect in an upright manner, protecting the whole sect from being criticized and looked down upon.

Meng Yijue has fantasized about this day many times, thinking that one day the truth will be revealed to the world, and all those who bullied and wronged him will be severely slapped in the face.

I didn't expect this day to come so fast and so suddenly.But when all this was made public, the ecstasy he had imagined did not happen, but he let out a long sigh of relief.

Just as he was walking with his head buried, a robe was lightly draped over his shoulders.

Qingyang and Qingxi, one on the left and one on the right, came to Meng Yijue's side.

Gu Qingyang put on a white cotton velvet robe for him, and tied the belt carefully: "Master, it's windy in the Demon Realm, don't catch a cold."

Meng Yijue pursed his lips and smiled, "Thank you."

During the previous rounds of fighting, his robe had become tattered. Now that the fighting has stopped and people have rested, it's really cold.

He heard the sound of sniffing his nose lightly, turned his face and saw that Qing Xi's face was covered with unwiped tears, her eyes were red and swollen from crying.The little girl's voice became hoarse, and she said to him, sobbing, "Master... It turns out that you have suffered so much... That An Jinhua is so vicious!"

Qingyang also said indignantly: "This An Jinhua has done all kinds of evil things, and caused Master to live a miserable life in the past two years. He is really unworthy of a human being!" He suddenly flattened his mouth and burst into tears.

Meng Yijue was startled, and quickly took the baby into his arms, rubbed his head to comfort him: "Why are you crying, Master is fine, isn't the hardest day over?"

Hearing another wow, Qing Xi, who had just stopped crying, was infected by her brother, and couldn't help crying too.The twin siblings got into Meng Yijue's arms together, crying loudly.

The two children burst into tears, and their cries were earth-shattering.

Meng Yijue originally wanted to smile as a consolation, but seeing them crying miserably, he couldn't help remembering that after his downfall in the past two years, life with his apprentices was extremely difficult.

During the time when the original master was ill, all the other disciples in the seat ran away like the gods of plague. Only the brothers and sisters of the Gu family insisted on taking care of him, went out to do odd jobs to earn money to support the family, and suffered so much trouble and oppression...

For them, Meng Yi felt that he owed too much, and he only felt guilty and distressed.He silently wrapped the two children in his arms, and then, he was embraced by Shui Lingyuan from behind.

Lingyuan has grown a lot taller, but she is still ten centimeters shorter than Meng Yijue. He stuck to the back of Meng Yijue's neck and whispered in his ear:

"Master... you have worked hard all these years."

"But from now on, with me here, I won't make you suffer anymore."