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When Luo Cheng was born, Weiyang Sect had just established its position as the largest sect in the martial arts world. The situation outside had stabilized, but the internal struggles within the sect had become more intense. For example, the competition for the position of the head of each branch, and the competition for the successor.
The leader of the Weiyang Sect of that generation was a woman, Luo Cheng's mother. This woman was extremely beautiful, but she was an iron-fisted person. She practiced pure Yang martial arts, but she never married. It is estimated that even she herself could not remember how many men she had, but she should remember her children, because there were only three. Luo Cheng never understood why such a dissolute mother only left three children. At that time, he did not understand that a woman could sleep with a man she did not love, but would not give birth to a child for a man she did not love.
Luo Cheng is the youngest son, with an older brother and an older sister.
The eldest brother Luochuan is five years older than Luocheng. His every move is recognized as the model of a perfect heir, but he is cold-hearted and seldom smiles at Luocheng. Luocheng cannot figure him out, so he feels a little afraid of him.
The elder sister Luoshen is only one year older than Luocheng. They have played together since childhood and both practice pure Yin martial arts. They even have the same master, so they are much closer. Luoshen is very gentle and kind, but she likes the ruthless and decisive Luochuan - this is something Luocheng didn't know until a long time later.
Luo Cheng was in the shadow of his elder brother Luo Chuan. No matter what he did, others would compare him with this perfect elder brother. Naturally, he felt short of breath. Luo Cheng could not compare with Luo Chuan, so he naturally felt jealous and resentful. When a person is unsuccessful, there are generally two behaviors: one is to curse the heavens and the earth, and the other is to be unrestrained. Luo Cheng is a handsome man, and the former is not possible. So gradually people formed a unified understanding: the eldest son of Weiyang Gate is a martial arts genius that is rare in a thousand years, calm and steady, and can do great things. As for the young master of Weiyang Gate, he is a playboy who does not know how to advance or retreat and is a playboy who is unorthodox.
At that time, Luo Cheng was just a playboy, not a playboy, because of his mother's influence. At that time, Luo Cheng didn't like women. He was vicious, flamboyant, and dissolute. On the one hand, he was extremely harsh on his own children, but on the other hand, he could have sex with a strange man in front of his five-year-old son! Because of the characteristics of the martial arts practiced by Weiyang Sect, and the lawless and unethical behavior of this woman, many decent people in the martial arts world described Weiyang Sect as a cult, a side door, and unsightly. Luo Cheng hated his mother at that time! As a result, he didn't have a good impression of women.
Even if they didn't like her, they still had to practice martial arts, because apart from this, they had nothing else in the martial arts world. Luo Cheng hated women, and Luo Shen was a woman herself, so every time they absorbed her essence, it was like a torture for them, and they were extremely unwilling. On the other hand, Luo Chuan didn't care about meat or vegetables, and he was as perfect as he could be in completing any task. After a few years, the distance between Luo Cheng, Luo Shen and Luo Chuan became even greater.
When Luo Cheng was eighteen years old, a selection of successors was held. It was called a selection, but in fact it was fratricide. There were a total of more than twenty children in Luo Cheng's mother's generation. When his mother and another man who practiced pure Yin martial arts came out of the altar covered in blood, there were corpses all over the ground behind them, corpses that had been talking and laughing happily together until yesterday.
In comparison, you are already very lucky. Mother's eyes said so at the time. Before sending Luo Cheng and Luo Shen to the altar, mother said expressionlessly: "Only one person can come out, otherwise I will kill the one who comes out later." At that moment, the 18-year-old Luo Cheng was cold all over in the hot summer! And Luo Shen looked up and looked at Luo Chuan standing in the distance. That glance contained too much content, and the 18-year-old Luo Cheng could not understand.
The two of them held swords and confronted each other for a long time in the altar. No one made the first move. Both of them were evaluating each other, looking for other ways out, and recalling the intimate moments they had in the past. Finally, Luo Cheng threw the sword on the ground and said, "Sister, I won't kill you. You go out. I will hide in the altar for a few days, and then sneak down the mountain. I will never return to Weiyang Gate in this life, nor will I appear in the martial arts world."
"Luo Cheng..." Luo Shen's hand holding the sword was shaking, and her eyes were wet. Luo Shen has always been a weak and kind girl. Compared with the sword-fighting rivers and lakes, she prefers the life of picking flowers and embroidering in the boudoir. Maybe she is more helpless and reluctant than herself at this moment, Luo Cheng thought so when looking at her thin sister. However, the next second, a cold long sword pierced Luo Cheng's left chest without hesitation!
"Luo Cheng... I want to live, I want to stand beside Brother Chuan... I'm sorry." Luo Shen was crying, tears falling on the ruthless sword. This combination was contradictory, but surprisingly harmonious... Luo Cheng tried to reach out and brush away his sister's messy hair. His sister was undoubtedly a beauty, and her hair was the most beautiful thing on her body. Since childhood, Luo Cheng liked the feeling of her cool and smooth hair slipping through his hands like a fish. His sister was still very beautiful at this time. Fragility and ruthlessness were perfectly combined in this woman. She was both charming and murderous, both fragmented and persistent, so that Luo Cheng couldn't bear to hate her... Looking at Luo Shen's face, the eighteen-year-old Luo Cheng made a decision in his heart.
"Sister, you are not suitable for the martial arts world, and even less suitable to stand beside someone like my eldest brother, because you are more soft-hearted than me..."
Luoshen covered her side and slowly slid down from Luocheng's hand, the blood staining her beautiful blue dress red. Luocheng threw away the dagger in his hand, hugged her and sat down, "Sister, you are the cleanest, I don't want you to be polluted by the world... I swear, I will become the leader of Weiyang Sect, and then change it! Okay..."
"Luo Cheng...your elder brother...cannot get close to women unless he gives up practicing martial arts...it's impossible for him and I to ever be together...it's impossible...but I..." Luo Shen choked up, bleeding even more violently...
"Sister...you know, you are the first woman I don't hate..." Luo Cheng hugged her and did not try to stop the bleeding. He just stood there and muttered.
"...Chuan..." Luoshen looked at the top of the altar with a dazed look and called out softly, and then there was no other sound.
Luo Cheng didn't cry.
Luo Cheng was no match for Luo Chuan at that time, so Luo Chuan became the leader of Weiyang Sect, and Luo Cheng was ordered to go to Busan Mausoleum. The two met again three years later.
Luo Cheng was devoted to cultivation, and he was no longer the same as he was three years ago. However, Luo Chuan, according to the reports from his disciples, rarely practiced martial arts. Luo Cheng thought he was just trapped by the trivial matters of the sect. When Emperor Xi ascended the throne, he cleverly began to win over the strength of the martial arts world. Luo Chuan was recently given the title of a prince by the court, and was also granted a house in Qiuye City. In his hands, Weiyang Sect was indeed flourishing and expanding as expected. If it fell into his own hands... Thinking of the group of elders blowing their beards and glaring, Luo Cheng smiled coldly in his heart.
Luo Cheng didn't expect to see Luo Chuan in front of the tomb of Luoshen, but he didn't look like he was here to pay respects. He stood in front of the tombstone with empty hands, motionless, and his face was expressionless. Luo Cheng treated him as air, paid respects in front of the tomb of Luoshen, and then stood up to leave.
"On the eve of the competition, I told her that your heart is different from that of ordinary people. It is on the right side." Luo Chuan suddenly said behind Luo Cheng without even looking at him.
Luo Cheng stood still because of this sentence. His eldest brother chose to let his sister survive instead of him.
"Why are you telling me now? It goes against your principle of winning people's hearts..." Luo Cheng sneered.
"I'm just letting you know. If you want to hate someone, just hate me..." Luo Chuan ignored his sarcasm.
Luo Cheng looked back at the quiet grave of Luo Shen and Luo Chuan's forbearing gentle eyes. The evening breeze blew softly, and a few scattered petals fell on the tombstone and Luo Chuan. Luo Cheng suddenly felt as if his strength had been drained away, and it was very boring. So he turned around and left, walked a long way away, turned back and said coldly to Luo Chuan: "Before my sister died, she always said that she regretted loving you, she regretted it very much."
Luo Cheng didn't know why he made up such a lie, but Luo Chuan just nodded, turned to look into his eyes, and said: "If you want to defeat me and become the master of Weiyang Gate, then become stronger and show me."
At that time, looking into Luo Chuan's eyes, Luo Cheng felt that something had changed in his heart. After that, Luo Cheng began to frequently go in and out of Weiyang Gate, and Qiuyecheng's mansion basically became his private residence. Unlike his mother, he gave every woman he had a relationship with a formal name, and Qiuyecheng's Luowang Mansion was full of his wives. Luo Cheng was always unconsciously attracted to women with beautiful black hair, weak bodies, strong eyes, and somewhat vicious wrists. When the cool and smooth hair slipped through his hands, Luo Cheng's heart, which had been roughened by fighting in the darkness of the rivers and lakes, would soften. He couldn't help but be gentle to such a woman, and couldn't help but be considerate to such a woman.
The wisest fifth lady once said calmly and a little sadly: "I don't want your pity, what I want is your love."
Pity? Maybe.
The most aggressive Ninth Lady once leaned in his arms and smiled sweetly: "You must have owed women in your previous life, so you can't help but be nice to them in this life~"
This is true. But he himself doesn't even know who he is trying to compensate.
Women can be strong, weak, or only become strong when they are forced into a desperate situation, and none of these three apply to Minmin. Luo Cheng has always thought that she is a woman who is secretly strong, using a messy appearance to cover up her pride and stubbornness in her bones. It's like the happy dance from the heart in the Tianzu Temple, fearless, not even power and gods and Buddhas can stop her freedom and happiness; it's like the sweeping eyes at the banquet of Luo Wangfu, proud to the bone, that is not the momentum that women of this era can have; it's like her usual gaze looking straight at you, unceremonious but frank and straightforward, that gaze has no concealment and does not allow the other party to hide anything.
God knows how she came up with so many interesting ideas. The huge Luo Palace was thrown into chaos by her, but Luo Cheng began to like staying here more often.
Minmin didn't have beautiful black hair. Her hair was short and crisp, disappearing from her hand without even passing through her fingertips, which saved her the sadness of lingering but increased the distress of being so far away. Luo Cheng was used to stroking her short hair frequently, but still felt that he couldn't catch her.
Such a woman does not need Luo Cheng's pity, but makes Luo Cheng happy. Such a woman does not need Luo Cheng to compensate for anything, but makes Luo Cheng's life compensated. Such a woman, even if she is not Kanzaki, how can Luo Cheng let her go?
I like her, Luo Cheng thought, because I don't even want to force her. I hope she can stay by my side voluntarily, and I hope she can like me. As long as she doesn't want to, even the training can be put on hold. Looking at her sweet and beautiful smile when she is happy, her flushed face when she is angry, her quirky look when she is playing tricks, her peerless grace when she sings and dances... It is really a challenge to a man's endurance. God knows how much I want to carry her to the bed! But she was so scared that she kept crying, and she didn't want to. If it was my eldest brother, he wouldn't stop even if she cried, right? But I can't do it. Because she is not a task, but a loved one... My eldest brother is right, I am not cold and decisive enough after all...
It has been discovered that the instability in Weiyangmen has been going on for a long time. The Luowang Mansion in Qiuye City is no longer safe. Minmin is more secure if she goes with Luochuan. The day the convoy set off, Luocheng began to clean up Qiuye City! On the way to Changle Headquarters overnight, Luocheng kept thinking, why did Luochuan hand over more and more Weiyangmen affairs to him? A thought flashed through his mind, but he was suppressed by his self-deception.
The situation in Changle City is much more complicated. Internal traitors always collude with external threats, which inevitably hurts the muscles and veins of the martial arts world. In addition, those stubborn elders do not support Luo Cheng, a " playboy ", and the gate cleaning is not going smoothly. Being thrown into these messy chores every day, when he is upset, Luo Cheng often thinks of Min Min's cheerful appearance, and can't help but smile when thinking about it. Min Min is the kind of girl that makes people smile and think of her, right? Luo Cheng carries a small poem with him wherever he goes. It is not accurate to say that it is a poem. To be precise, it should be a lyric, which contains Luo Cheng's name...
When the news came that the motorcade was attacked, Luochuan was missing, and Minmin fell off the cliff, the entire Weiyang Gate was shocked! Luocheng had never been so angry in his life! Even the elders who had been whining and talking nonsense were stunned by his terrifying momentum! Starting from the cause of the fire in the motorcade, the Weiyang Gate was active from top to bottom! One link after another, one gang after another was found out, and the dungeon of the Weiyang Gate was full of horrible victims! Almost every creepy night, a sect was wiped out! Who said that Luocheng was soft-hearted? Maybe cruel and ruthless blood can really be inherited... The rivers and lakes are bloody and everyone is in danger, and Luocheng has long been bloodthirsty! Not enough, not enough, still not enough! If Luochuan hadn't returned to Changle with the news that Minmin was safe and sound, it would not be enough no matter how many people were killed, right?
However, Luo Cheng couldn't wait to meet again, but it was just the beginning of sadness and witnessing the departure of his beloved woman with another man...
"I don't want to be used by you guys anymore..."
"In your eyes, am I only approaching you because I want to take advantage of you?"
“…Isn’t it?”
Isn't it? Isn't it?
I don't have the confidence to roar out the words that man roared on the cliff with the same sense of guilt.
In fact, rather than being dependent on Minmin, I am more dependent on Minmin, right?
Luo Cheng stood in the heavy rain, watching the man carry the exhausted Minmin away. He had always thought that a woman like Minmin did not need others' pity, but now he knew that she did need it, but the person who was qualified to pity her was not him. The person who was qualified for her to trust and rely on when she was tired was not him.
Luo Cheng returned to Xitai City in a daze, not knowing what to do at this moment. He just fell on the couch blankly, too lazy to care about the Weiyang Sect, too lazy to care about the alliance with the Fourth Prince, too lazy to care about anything... He was so depressed because of a woman. He was really a playboy who could not do anything great... He once swore to Luoshen that he would become the leader of Weiyang Sect and change the cruel Weiyang Sect. But now he really became the leader, so what? How could he have less blood on his hands than any other leader? When you are in the rivers and lakes, you can't help yourself, it's all bullshit!
"Shen Luo, I really don't regret killing you back then..." Luo Cheng murmured while lying on the couch.
"Since you don't regret it, don't make me regret it too." Luo Chuan leaned against the door and said coldly, "Just now, the disciples came to report that you took the Hun Tian Pearl away, but did you give it to Min Min?"
Luo Cheng sat up dejectedly, without looking at Luo Chuan, but took out a short poem from his pocket and read it carefully in silence. In a trance, he recalled the scene when Min Min wrote this poem:
Lian You and Minmin competed in poetry, and each poem had to include the name of the person mentioned by the other party. Lian You mentioned Luocheng, and Minmin finished it in one stroke. But when Minmin mentioned Luo Wang, Lian You was stumped. Later, Minmin laughed and said, "Actually, I can't write it either. There is no Luo Wang, but there is an Ode to the Goddess of Luo River..." Luochuan's face suddenly dimmed, and he stood up and left quietly... At that time, I understood it, no, in fact, I had understood it a long time ago, but I just didn't want to admit that among the three people, I was the redundant one.
And Minmin's poem, rather than describing his relationship with Minmin, happened to be more like a remembrance of his bond with the goddess Luo ...
Let us drink to the east wind, and be at ease together.
The purple willows on the east side of Luoyang City are where we always held hands and wandered through the fragrant flowers.
The pain of separation is so quick and the regret is endless.
The flowers this year are more beautiful than last year, but unfortunately the flowers next year will be even better. Who will understand?
"Brother, I want to go back to Busan Mausoleum..."
"If you leave now, don't come back and don't let me see you again!"
"Brother, in fact, my sister was calling your name before she died..."
"……I know."
Luo Cheng was surprised to find that his elder brother, who always had a blank expression on his face, was smiling. It was the kind of extremely confident yet slightly sad smile that only a man who was deeply in love could have.
When will I be able to have such a smile, Luo Cheng thought a little sadly.
The pain of separation is so quick and the regret is endless.
The flowers this year are more beautiful than last year, but unfortunately the flowers next year will be even better. Who will understand?
