Mention Jiang Ciyou.
Li Yunting frowned.
Li Tianjiao told Li Yunting everything Jiang Ciyou had said.
After they finished speaking, both of them were silent for a long time.
Li Yunting suddenly laughed: "She made up a story, and you believe it? It's amazing that they can make up such a story. Do they think I, Li Yunting, am a fool?"
"How could the beliefs and goals I've held for so many years be written off just by a few fabricated words? What makes them think I'm so naive?"
Li Tianjiao said, "I don't think what they said was made up."
"That's because you don't want them to be our enemies! Li Tianjiao, so many of our ancestors are crying in the underground, can you hear them?"
Li Tianjiao said: "Don't you hope that they are my enemies? Wouldn't it be better if they are not our enemies? What if there is such a possibility?"
"Brother, I've hated you for so many years that revenge has become your belief and your life's goal. I know you've given up a lot for the sake of family hatred, including Sister Ciyou, so you can't accept this. This might be a misunderstanding, a mistake, because it will make you lose your faith and your life's goal, right?"
Li Yunting's face was terrifyingly cold.
Li Tianjiao was right.
He didn't want this to be a misunderstanding at all.
All he thought about all his life was revenge.
This is the most important thing in his life. For revenge, he can give up everything and sacrifice everything.
He has lost so much, and only this belief is left.
If we tell him now, it was not Bo Haiquan or Zhao Wuming who killed the Shangguan family.
So what does everything he did in the past matter?
What of all his plans, all his schemes, the people he used, and the sins he committed?
His life would become a complete joke.
Li Tianjiao grabbed Li Yunting's hand and said, "Brother, let go of Tu Yu and turn back. I believe this is true. If they wanted to make up a story, they wouldn't have waited so many years until they were old. They think they took everything for each other. They have never met in their lives. Besides, Zhao Wuming is your master. Once a teacher, always a father. Do you really hope that he is the sinner who killed our ancestors?"
"Brother, wouldn't it be a good thing if we had the opportunity to let go of hatred and reconcile with the world?"
"You've been trapped in these karmas for too long. I wonder if you're really going to be stuck here forever."
"If a person can see the sunlight, why should he stay in darkness all his life? Brother, don't you really want to become a normal person?"
Li Yunting suddenly remembered what Linglong said to him when she left.
She asked him, don't you want to live like a human being?
This sentence had a great impact on Li Yunting.
To the extent that Li Yunting would always think of it from time to time.
This voice emerges from the depths of my brain every day, and it becomes louder and more frequent.
He seemed to have suddenly split into two selves.
One is hidden in the darkness, lonely and letting the darkness swallow him up.
The other one began to struggle hard, trying to glimpse a little sunlight.
And recently.
The struggling self suddenly began to roar wildly, and could not even be suppressed.
He seemed to be moved by Li Tianjiao's words.
If there is a chance to stand in the sunshine, if there is a chance to escape from these darkness, why choose to fall into the abyss?
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That night.
Li Yunting climbed up Ningcui Peak step by step.
There is a temple on Ningcui Peak called Chanxin Temple.
Zenshin Temple is built on the top of a mountain and is said to have a history of a hundred years.
However, because the mountain here is dangerous, it takes two hours to climb to the top.
Few people come here on weekdays.
In everyone's memory, this is an abandoned Buddhist temple with very few worshippers.
Li Yunting hasn't been here for a long time.
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