Chapter 437
Perfection
Ying Wuque's acting skills were flawless, and even in the face of Sima Kongming, the chief arrester of the Six Doors, he didn't notice a single flaw.
This kind of acting has been separated from the "acting" element, not only in controlling one's expression, but also in the mental fluctuations will also change due to drastic changes in emotions.
When she was young, at her mother's funeral, that was the first time Ying Wuque noticed the difference in herself.
In the mourning hall full of crying, without showing a trace of sadness on his face, he was seriously injured by Ying Tianhong's slap, but what scares him more than this slap is the eyes of everyone.
That kind of incompatibility with the whole world, the kind of eyes that seemed to look at monsters, made him deeply aware that this kind of difference was a disaster for him.
He doesn't have any cognition of family affection, love, and friendship, but he still has emotions, but all of them are pinned on the Dusk Rain Red Sleeve Sword who grew up with him.
It was also from that day that he learned to observe, learn to pretend, and learned to show corresponding emotional changes in different situations.
Even in order to prove that he is a normal person, he deliberately showed his personality a little bit more, and he seemed to enjoy the praise and admiration of others.
Gradually everyone forgot about that little figure standing on the mourning hall with indifferent eyes.
They only know that Ying Wuque, the young master of the Casting Knife Hall, is a ostentatious young man with high spirits.
Day after day, year after year, this kind of acting has become a habit in Ying Wuque's life, just like breathing, he will show the most appropriate emotional changes at different moments.
Therefore, he is the most filial son, the most reliable elder brother, the most well-behaved benevolent brother, the most trustworthy friend, and the husband-in-law who is most looking forward to spending a lifetime together.
But only Ying Wucai knows that there is no trace of warmth in the depths of those eyes that reveal joy, sadness, sadness, or happiness.
When he opened his eyes, the night had passed.
And Sima Kongming also stayed by his side for the whole night, but the same short night had allowed him to find out all the actions of Ying Wuque after he left Wandu Palace.
A trace of subconscious doubts about it was dispelled.
"Nephew, I have helped you recover most of your injuries, and you need to take care of the rest."
Ying Wuhuai nodded, but his eyes were still a little dull.
"Nephew, what are you going to do next?"
Sima Kongming was a little disappointed to see Ying Wuque like this, but thinking of the news about the deep relationship between his father and son he heard in Zhudaotang, he felt that his request at this moment was too harsh.
No one doesn't like a person who is emotional, at least they are inherently worthy of more trust than those who are ungrateful.
But upon hearing Sima Kongming's question, Ying Wuque opened his mouth and said:
"First go back to the Casting Knife Hall and tell the First Elder that something bad happened to my father and the Second Elder, and then"
Then he suddenly fell silent, the grief was suppressed forcibly by him, the light in his eyes representing sensibility and rationality alternated continuously, and after a long silence, Ying Wuwei bit his lower lip tightly, and quietly clenched his originally relaxed hands.
"Nephew, it seems that you have recognized your situation clearly."
Sima Kongming's eyes were full of admiration. If the other party was an impulsive person, half of the plans he envisioned would fail in the first place, and the second best choice would have more variables for him.
So he hopes to see a better side of Ying Wuque.
Ying Wuque's mind recalled the last private meeting with Qin Fan in Wandu Palace.
At that time, the general direction had been set, but in order to ensure safety, the details began to be further deliberated.
The main reason is that Qin Fan told him how to make Sima Kongming think that he could dominate everything, and set foot on the route set earlier.
At this moment, time seemed to go back in time, Qin Fan was standing in front of him and asked.
"After knowing that Ying Tianhong and others are dead, what will Sima Kongming do?"
"Investigate verification."
"No, time is the most important thing for him. Finding out the real situation is what he has to do, but its priority can only be ranked second."
"Then I should."
"After listening to your story, he needs enough time to think about the changes brought about by Ying Tianhong's death to Zhudaotang, and the possible omissions in his plan.
So what you have to do is to give him time, instead of letting him make a random arrangement for you before he has time to think.
Then the coma period due to excessive grief is just right. "
For this reason, Ying Wuque prepared an extra move, which was the injury Huang Tiangui left in his body.
"What about when I wake up?"
"With Sima Kongming's wisdom, he will definitely realize your usefulness, but the first branch is also the first difficulty is that your performance value is not worth the risk he faces.
I still remember that you told me before that Sima Kongming could choose to return to Qiuge, but now you should have understood that this option itself is actually his helpless last choice. "
"Well, the realm of the Great Elder is also the late stage of the Grand Master, coupled with his equally strong character, he is almost equivalent to another father.
However, due to his father's recklessness, major omissions occurred before the plan was launched, which will bring a lot of psychological shadow to Sima Kongming.
In addition, as far as his personality is concerned, if possible, he definitely wants to control everything by himself, especially the failure of his father, which makes him feel that only he can ensure the smooth progress of this game.
So unless my performance is too bad, then he will definitely choose me. "
"Very well, the next thing is to see if you can pass his test."
Back to the present, Ying Wuque had half-kneeled in front of Sima Kongming and said:
"Senior, please save me!"
"Saving you? Rather than teaching you?" Sima Kongming's eyes flashed with surprise.
Ying Wuque said solemnly:
"Senior, I have always respected the strong in the Zhudao Hall. After losing the protection of my father, even though I am not bad in terms of my own strength, because I occupy the important position of the young hall master, I will inevitably be criticized. .
In addition, my father and the second elder are likely to encounter accidents, and only I, the weakest person, came back alive. This alone is likely to be targeted by the first elder. "
"Taking the opportunity to target? Targeting you for what?" Sima Kongming said calmly.
A trace of struggle flashed in Ying Wuque's eyes, and then he took a deep breath and said:
"The swordsman should go forward without hesitation, but I retreated early in the middle of the journey. This behavior may not be regarded as a big deal by other forces, but it is a shame in my sword making hall.
In addition, my identity has already blocked the path of other elders who are expected to become the hall master, so based on this alone, it is very likely that after I return to the Sword Making Hall, I will be directly dealt with for a reason! "
Sima Kongming frowned, he was very familiar with the tradition of Zhudaotang, first of all was the elimination system at the end, the weakest ones would be expelled from the sect by abolishing their skills.
This approach is quite cruel, even less than some evil sects.
But there is no doubt that because of this system, there are many middle-level masters in the Sword Making Hall, and thus a very strong worship of the strong has gradually been developed.
As for Ying Wuque's situation, although he had received his father's permission, if he came back with Ying Tianhong, then naturally nothing would happen.
The key is that he is the only one left, judging from his behavior alone, he is a cowardly deserter.
At the same time, Sima Kongming also remembered the conversation between the two of them yesterday.
"At that time, if you were determined to stay, Brother Ying would probably agree. To put it bluntly, you were indeed afraid of that war."
At this moment, he recalled the painful look on Ying Wuque's face, and he probably hated his cowardice in it.
At this time, Ying Wuque lowered his head, blood was dripping from the gap between his clenched fingers, and his body was trembling constantly.
He didn't answer Sima Kongming, but his behavior already explained everything.
Seeing this, Sima Kongming knelt down, patted Ying Wuque's shoulder, and comforted him:
"Nephew, you have never participated in such a large-scale war, especially you have not felt the sorrow of human life, and you are not yet thirty, so it is inevitable to behave like this.
But the trouble is, I understand your situation, including many people in the world will agree with your decision at that time, but because you are in the Sword Making Hall, you cannot get the understanding you deserve. "
"Senior, save me" at this moment, Ying Wuque seemed to hold onto the last straw, he raised his head and his eyes were filled with the desire to survive.
And Sima Kongming's childlike eyes flashed a smugness, this matter is a good handle for him, and now he feels that the plan of Pushing Wuwei's superior is far better than his cooperation with Gui Qiuge big picture.
After all, after knowing that Ying Tianhong and the second elder died in the battle of Wandu Palace, Gui Qiuge might give up the original plan and choose to preserve the strength of Zhudaotang.
It's just not enough now, the use of the handle is to threaten the other party at a critical moment.
Now he is facing Ying Wuque with the attitude of a senior who cares about the juniors, so rather than some overly tough methods, he wants to make Ying Wuque willingly become his puppet!
"Nephew, your father and I hit it off right away, and we have married Jinlan in private, but because of the identity of the chief arrester of the six sects, we have not made it public.
You are my brother's son, so I will naturally treat you as my son, so I will keep your life safe! "
"Senior!" Ying Wuque's face was filled with gratitude, almost pinning all of his life's hopes on Sima Kongming.
Sima Kongming suddenly looked straight and said:
"Isn't it a little too rusty to still be called senior now!"
"Then should I be called Uncle?"
Just when Sima Kongming was about to accept this title, Ying Wuque picked up the already cold teacup with a serious expression and said:
"Today, Ying Wu Que implores senior to be his adoptive father, and in the future, he should treat his adoptive father like a father to me!"
Immediately, he raised his hands high, and bowed directly!
Seeing this scene, Sima Kongming was a little dazed, and then said ecstatically:
"Okay, okay, I'll accept your adopted son!"
Seeing that Sima Kongming drank the tea in one gulp regardless of the coldness of the tea, Ying Wuque kowtowed a few times firmly.
Then he was helped up by Sima Kongming, and the two looked at each other with more intimacy.
"Father, this etiquette will be completed after returning to the Sword Making Hall. Then, under the witness of the elders, we can ensure that father can continue to fulfill his father's last wish without interference from others."
"Oh?" Sima Kongming glanced at Ying Wuque in surprise, "It seems that your father has told you a lot about Qianlongbang."
Ying Wuque shook his head and said:
"Not much, just because I need to represent the Forging Sword Hall to participate in the war, my father told me some of them.
But what I know is that it should be my father's last wish to complete this game, and I will not hesitate to break my body to pieces for this! "
"That's right, Brother Ying will not waste his life with a filial son like you."
Now Sima Kongming is [-]% satisfied with Wu Que, he has the handle to hold his braid, and he has a reason to cooperate with him willingly, and the identity of foster father is enough for him to have no worries.
Just look at Ying Wuque's filial piety to his father, and his outstanding talent. Even if he is not as good as the new Daozi, he is better than [-]% of young people in the world.
At this moment, in Sima Kongming's heart, he really had the idea of raising him as his own son.
"I'll talk about the game of the Hidden Dragon Ranking later, and now I need you to return to the Sword Making Hall and take charge of everything smoothly."
"Can this be done?" Ying Wuque's hesitation at this time greatly strengthened the confidence of Sima Kongming, who was just a foster father.
"My son underestimated the father, and some troubles in your opinion can be solved by the father.
Even though the Zhudao Hall respects the concept of the supremacy of the strong, your father's residual prestige is still there, not to mention that you, the young hall master, have a very high prestige among the younger generation of disciples.
In fact, after all, it was only those old guys who were in trouble.
You take a day off today, and tomorrow you will go meet them with Weifu, just such a group of reckless men are afraid that they will turn against the sky! "
Compared with being able to ensure that Ying Wuque is under his control, dealing with Gui Qiuge and others is a trivial matter.
Sima Kongming's means and wisdom are not weak, that is to say, he can't figure it out when he is beaten to death, and Ying Wuque, who can join forces with killing his father and enemy without changing his face, and killing his father, can choose to be with him with peace of mind. Qin Fan who cooperated with him.
Immediately, it should be completely handed over:
"My child respects my father's orders!"
"Okay!" Sima Kongming laughed out loud. This new experience made him quite satisfied. Now he is [-]% confident that he can hold Ying Wuque, and then use his identity to control the Casting Knife Hall.
It's just that he couldn't see Ying Wuque's limbs and the invisible puppet threads wrapped around his body. Under the control of a figure hidden in the darkness, this play that was set early was staged.
At this moment, Ying Wuque's eyes showed admiration for Sima Kongming, and his face was even more relaxed after letting go of all worries.
It's just too perfect, so perfect that the corners of the mouth raised when smiling are just right, so perfect that there is no frown on the stretched brows, so perfect that every movement is designed like a dummy.
'The second step succeeded. 'Suddenly there was a touch of emotion that should not have appeared in the depths of Ying Wuque's eyes, it was the awe of Qin Fan, the manipulator behind the scenes.
This kind of acting has been separated from the "acting" element, not only in controlling one's expression, but also in the mental fluctuations will also change due to drastic changes in emotions.
When she was young, at her mother's funeral, that was the first time Ying Wuque noticed the difference in herself.
In the mourning hall full of crying, without showing a trace of sadness on his face, he was seriously injured by Ying Tianhong's slap, but what scares him more than this slap is the eyes of everyone.
That kind of incompatibility with the whole world, the kind of eyes that seemed to look at monsters, made him deeply aware that this kind of difference was a disaster for him.
He doesn't have any cognition of family affection, love, and friendship, but he still has emotions, but all of them are pinned on the Dusk Rain Red Sleeve Sword who grew up with him.
It was also from that day that he learned to observe, learn to pretend, and learned to show corresponding emotional changes in different situations.
Even in order to prove that he is a normal person, he deliberately showed his personality a little bit more, and he seemed to enjoy the praise and admiration of others.
Gradually everyone forgot about that little figure standing on the mourning hall with indifferent eyes.
They only know that Ying Wuque, the young master of the Casting Knife Hall, is a ostentatious young man with high spirits.
Day after day, year after year, this kind of acting has become a habit in Ying Wuque's life, just like breathing, he will show the most appropriate emotional changes at different moments.
Therefore, he is the most filial son, the most reliable elder brother, the most well-behaved benevolent brother, the most trustworthy friend, and the husband-in-law who is most looking forward to spending a lifetime together.
But only Ying Wucai knows that there is no trace of warmth in the depths of those eyes that reveal joy, sadness, sadness, or happiness.
When he opened his eyes, the night had passed.
And Sima Kongming also stayed by his side for the whole night, but the same short night had allowed him to find out all the actions of Ying Wuque after he left Wandu Palace.
A trace of subconscious doubts about it was dispelled.
"Nephew, I have helped you recover most of your injuries, and you need to take care of the rest."
Ying Wuhuai nodded, but his eyes were still a little dull.
"Nephew, what are you going to do next?"
Sima Kongming was a little disappointed to see Ying Wuque like this, but thinking of the news about the deep relationship between his father and son he heard in Zhudaotang, he felt that his request at this moment was too harsh.
No one doesn't like a person who is emotional, at least they are inherently worthy of more trust than those who are ungrateful.
But upon hearing Sima Kongming's question, Ying Wuque opened his mouth and said:
"First go back to the Casting Knife Hall and tell the First Elder that something bad happened to my father and the Second Elder, and then"
Then he suddenly fell silent, the grief was suppressed forcibly by him, the light in his eyes representing sensibility and rationality alternated continuously, and after a long silence, Ying Wuwei bit his lower lip tightly, and quietly clenched his originally relaxed hands.
"Nephew, it seems that you have recognized your situation clearly."
Sima Kongming's eyes were full of admiration. If the other party was an impulsive person, half of the plans he envisioned would fail in the first place, and the second best choice would have more variables for him.
So he hopes to see a better side of Ying Wuque.
Ying Wuque's mind recalled the last private meeting with Qin Fan in Wandu Palace.
At that time, the general direction had been set, but in order to ensure safety, the details began to be further deliberated.
The main reason is that Qin Fan told him how to make Sima Kongming think that he could dominate everything, and set foot on the route set earlier.
At this moment, time seemed to go back in time, Qin Fan was standing in front of him and asked.
"After knowing that Ying Tianhong and others are dead, what will Sima Kongming do?"
"Investigate verification."
"No, time is the most important thing for him. Finding out the real situation is what he has to do, but its priority can only be ranked second."
"Then I should."
"After listening to your story, he needs enough time to think about the changes brought about by Ying Tianhong's death to Zhudaotang, and the possible omissions in his plan.
So what you have to do is to give him time, instead of letting him make a random arrangement for you before he has time to think.
Then the coma period due to excessive grief is just right. "
For this reason, Ying Wuque prepared an extra move, which was the injury Huang Tiangui left in his body.
"What about when I wake up?"
"With Sima Kongming's wisdom, he will definitely realize your usefulness, but the first branch is also the first difficulty is that your performance value is not worth the risk he faces.
I still remember that you told me before that Sima Kongming could choose to return to Qiuge, but now you should have understood that this option itself is actually his helpless last choice. "
"Well, the realm of the Great Elder is also the late stage of the Grand Master, coupled with his equally strong character, he is almost equivalent to another father.
However, due to his father's recklessness, major omissions occurred before the plan was launched, which will bring a lot of psychological shadow to Sima Kongming.
In addition, as far as his personality is concerned, if possible, he definitely wants to control everything by himself, especially the failure of his father, which makes him feel that only he can ensure the smooth progress of this game.
So unless my performance is too bad, then he will definitely choose me. "
"Very well, the next thing is to see if you can pass his test."
Back to the present, Ying Wuque had half-kneeled in front of Sima Kongming and said:
"Senior, please save me!"
"Saving you? Rather than teaching you?" Sima Kongming's eyes flashed with surprise.
Ying Wuque said solemnly:
"Senior, I have always respected the strong in the Zhudao Hall. After losing the protection of my father, even though I am not bad in terms of my own strength, because I occupy the important position of the young hall master, I will inevitably be criticized. .
In addition, my father and the second elder are likely to encounter accidents, and only I, the weakest person, came back alive. This alone is likely to be targeted by the first elder. "
"Taking the opportunity to target? Targeting you for what?" Sima Kongming said calmly.
A trace of struggle flashed in Ying Wuque's eyes, and then he took a deep breath and said:
"The swordsman should go forward without hesitation, but I retreated early in the middle of the journey. This behavior may not be regarded as a big deal by other forces, but it is a shame in my sword making hall.
In addition, my identity has already blocked the path of other elders who are expected to become the hall master, so based on this alone, it is very likely that after I return to the Sword Making Hall, I will be directly dealt with for a reason! "
Sima Kongming frowned, he was very familiar with the tradition of Zhudaotang, first of all was the elimination system at the end, the weakest ones would be expelled from the sect by abolishing their skills.
This approach is quite cruel, even less than some evil sects.
But there is no doubt that because of this system, there are many middle-level masters in the Sword Making Hall, and thus a very strong worship of the strong has gradually been developed.
As for Ying Wuque's situation, although he had received his father's permission, if he came back with Ying Tianhong, then naturally nothing would happen.
The key is that he is the only one left, judging from his behavior alone, he is a cowardly deserter.
At the same time, Sima Kongming also remembered the conversation between the two of them yesterday.
"At that time, if you were determined to stay, Brother Ying would probably agree. To put it bluntly, you were indeed afraid of that war."
At this moment, he recalled the painful look on Ying Wuque's face, and he probably hated his cowardice in it.
At this time, Ying Wuque lowered his head, blood was dripping from the gap between his clenched fingers, and his body was trembling constantly.
He didn't answer Sima Kongming, but his behavior already explained everything.
Seeing this, Sima Kongming knelt down, patted Ying Wuque's shoulder, and comforted him:
"Nephew, you have never participated in such a large-scale war, especially you have not felt the sorrow of human life, and you are not yet thirty, so it is inevitable to behave like this.
But the trouble is, I understand your situation, including many people in the world will agree with your decision at that time, but because you are in the Sword Making Hall, you cannot get the understanding you deserve. "
"Senior, save me" at this moment, Ying Wuque seemed to hold onto the last straw, he raised his head and his eyes were filled with the desire to survive.
And Sima Kongming's childlike eyes flashed a smugness, this matter is a good handle for him, and now he feels that the plan of Pushing Wuwei's superior is far better than his cooperation with Gui Qiuge big picture.
After all, after knowing that Ying Tianhong and the second elder died in the battle of Wandu Palace, Gui Qiuge might give up the original plan and choose to preserve the strength of Zhudaotang.
It's just not enough now, the use of the handle is to threaten the other party at a critical moment.
Now he is facing Ying Wuque with the attitude of a senior who cares about the juniors, so rather than some overly tough methods, he wants to make Ying Wuque willingly become his puppet!
"Nephew, your father and I hit it off right away, and we have married Jinlan in private, but because of the identity of the chief arrester of the six sects, we have not made it public.
You are my brother's son, so I will naturally treat you as my son, so I will keep your life safe! "
"Senior!" Ying Wuque's face was filled with gratitude, almost pinning all of his life's hopes on Sima Kongming.
Sima Kongming suddenly looked straight and said:
"Isn't it a little too rusty to still be called senior now!"
"Then should I be called Uncle?"
Just when Sima Kongming was about to accept this title, Ying Wuque picked up the already cold teacup with a serious expression and said:
"Today, Ying Wu Que implores senior to be his adoptive father, and in the future, he should treat his adoptive father like a father to me!"
Immediately, he raised his hands high, and bowed directly!
Seeing this scene, Sima Kongming was a little dazed, and then said ecstatically:
"Okay, okay, I'll accept your adopted son!"
Seeing that Sima Kongming drank the tea in one gulp regardless of the coldness of the tea, Ying Wuque kowtowed a few times firmly.
Then he was helped up by Sima Kongming, and the two looked at each other with more intimacy.
"Father, this etiquette will be completed after returning to the Sword Making Hall. Then, under the witness of the elders, we can ensure that father can continue to fulfill his father's last wish without interference from others."
"Oh?" Sima Kongming glanced at Ying Wuque in surprise, "It seems that your father has told you a lot about Qianlongbang."
Ying Wuque shook his head and said:
"Not much, just because I need to represent the Forging Sword Hall to participate in the war, my father told me some of them.
But what I know is that it should be my father's last wish to complete this game, and I will not hesitate to break my body to pieces for this! "
"That's right, Brother Ying will not waste his life with a filial son like you."
Now Sima Kongming is [-]% satisfied with Wu Que, he has the handle to hold his braid, and he has a reason to cooperate with him willingly, and the identity of foster father is enough for him to have no worries.
Just look at Ying Wuque's filial piety to his father, and his outstanding talent. Even if he is not as good as the new Daozi, he is better than [-]% of young people in the world.
At this moment, in Sima Kongming's heart, he really had the idea of raising him as his own son.
"I'll talk about the game of the Hidden Dragon Ranking later, and now I need you to return to the Sword Making Hall and take charge of everything smoothly."
"Can this be done?" Ying Wuque's hesitation at this time greatly strengthened the confidence of Sima Kongming, who was just a foster father.
"My son underestimated the father, and some troubles in your opinion can be solved by the father.
Even though the Zhudao Hall respects the concept of the supremacy of the strong, your father's residual prestige is still there, not to mention that you, the young hall master, have a very high prestige among the younger generation of disciples.
In fact, after all, it was only those old guys who were in trouble.
You take a day off today, and tomorrow you will go meet them with Weifu, just such a group of reckless men are afraid that they will turn against the sky! "
Compared with being able to ensure that Ying Wuque is under his control, dealing with Gui Qiuge and others is a trivial matter.
Sima Kongming's means and wisdom are not weak, that is to say, he can't figure it out when he is beaten to death, and Ying Wuque, who can join forces with killing his father and enemy without changing his face, and killing his father, can choose to be with him with peace of mind. Qin Fan who cooperated with him.
Immediately, it should be completely handed over:
"My child respects my father's orders!"
"Okay!" Sima Kongming laughed out loud. This new experience made him quite satisfied. Now he is [-]% confident that he can hold Ying Wuque, and then use his identity to control the Casting Knife Hall.
It's just that he couldn't see Ying Wuque's limbs and the invisible puppet threads wrapped around his body. Under the control of a figure hidden in the darkness, this play that was set early was staged.
At this moment, Ying Wuque's eyes showed admiration for Sima Kongming, and his face was even more relaxed after letting go of all worries.
It's just too perfect, so perfect that the corners of the mouth raised when smiling are just right, so perfect that there is no frown on the stretched brows, so perfect that every movement is designed like a dummy.
'The second step succeeded. 'Suddenly there was a touch of emotion that should not have appeared in the depths of Ying Wuque's eyes, it was the awe of Qin Fan, the manipulator behind the scenes.