第1节 重生 魏无羡死了。大快人心!
Chapter 1, Rebirth: Wei Wuxian has died! What a relief!

“魏无羡死了。大快人心!”

乱葬岗大围剿刚刚结束,未及第二日,这个消息便插翅一般飞遍了整个修真界,比之当初战火蔓延的速度有过之而无不及。

一时之间,无论是世家名门,还是山野散修,人人都在议论此次由四大玄门世家联率、大小百家参与混战的围剿行动。

“好好好,果然是大快人心!手刃这夷陵老祖的是哪位名士英豪?”

“还能是谁。他师弟小江宗主江澄呗,云梦江氏、兰陵金氏、姑苏蓝氏、清河聂氏四大家族打头阵,大义灭亲,把魏无羡那老巢‘乱葬岗’一锅端了。”

“我得说句公道话:杀得好。”

立即有人抚掌亮声应和:“不错,杀得好!要不是云梦江氏收养他栽培他,他魏婴这辈子就是个混迹乡野市井的庸徒……还谈什么别的。原先的江宗主可是把他当亲儿子在养,他倒好,公然叛逃,与百家为敌,丢尽了云梦江氏的脸,还害得江家几乎满门惨死。什么叫忘恩负义白眼狼?这就是!”

“江澄居然就让这厮嚣张了这么久,换了是我,当初魏某人叛逃时就不是只捅他一刀,而是直接清理门户,否则他也没机会做出后来那些丧心病狂之事。对这种人,还讲什么同门同修青梅竹马的情面。”

“可我听到的不是这样的啊?魏婴不是因为自己修炼邪术遭受反噬、受手下鬼将撕咬蚕食而死的吗?听说活活被咬碎成了齑粉呢。”

“哈哈哈哈……这就叫现世报。我早就想说了,他养的那批鬼将就像一群没拴好的疯狗到处咬人,最后咬死自己,活该!”

“话虽如此,可此次围剿乱葬岗,若不是小江宗主依夷陵老祖的弱点拟定计划,成功与否还难说呢。你们可别忘了魏无羡手上有什么东西,当初一晚上三千多个成名修士是怎么全军覆没的。”

“不是五千吗?”

“三千五千都差不多。我觉得五千更有可能。”

“果真丧心病狂……”

“他死之前毁掉了阴虎符,倒也算积了点阴德,否则留下那鬼东西继续贻害人间,更加罪孽深重喽。”

“阴虎符”三字一出,忽然一阵静默,似乎都在顾忌着什么。

片刻之后,一人慨叹道:

“哎……要说这魏无羡,当年也是仙门之中极富盛名的世家公子,并非不曾有过佳迹。年少成名,何等风光恣意……究竟他是怎么走到这一步的……”

话题转移,议论声又纷纷然起来。

“由此可见,修炼终归是非走正统路子不可。邪魔歪道,一时风光无限,好像很嚣张很了不起?嘿,最后是什么下场?”

掷地有声:“死无全尸!”

“也不全是修炼之道害的,归根结底还是魏无羡此人人品太差,天怒人怨啊。所谓善恶终有报,天道好轮回……”

……

身死之后,盖棺定论。所论内容大同小异,偶有微弱的异声,也会立刻被压了下去。

只是每个人的心头都还有一缕阴霾挥之不去。

虽说夷陵老祖魏无羡已身死乱葬岗,但事成之后,却无法召唤他的残魂。

他的魂魄,也许是在被万鬼吞噬之时一同被分食了,又也许是逃逸了。

若是前者,自然皆大欢喜普天同庆。然而,夷陵老祖有翻天灭地、移山倒海之能——至少传闻中是这样的,他若要抗拒召魂,也不是什么难事。一旦他来日元神复位,夺舍重生,届时,玄门百家甚至整个人间必将迎来更加丧心病狂的报复和诅咒,陷入暗无天日和腥风血雨之中。

因此,将一百二十座镇山石兽压在乱葬岗顶后,各大家族开始进行频繁的召魂仪式,同时严查夺舍,搜集各地异象,全力警戒。

第一年,风平浪静。

第二年,风平浪静。

第三年,风平浪静。

……

第十三年,依然风平浪静。

至此,终于越来越多的人相信,也许魏无羡也没那么了不起,也许他真的神魂俱灭了。

纵使曾经翻手为云覆手雨,也终归有一日成为被翻覆的那一个。

没有人会被永远奉在神坛之上,传说也仅仅只是传说而已。

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作者有话要说:

夶夶们久等了!

这篇文实在是卡的很厉害,也因为三次元的各种情况拖了很久……总之接受殴打(抱头)

魏无羡是主,主受,不要站逆_(:з)∠)_

看上去人品非常糟糕对不对,请相信我不会让主角人品太差劲的。

是跟渣反不太一样的一篇文。

总之,希望大家喜欢 ^_^

当然,不喜欢也不要勉强啊哈哈哈哈……

“Wei Wuxian has died. What a relief!”

Barely two days had passed since the siege on Burial Mounds, but the news of his death spread all throughout the cultivation world like it had grown wings, flying far faster than the fires of war.

In the blink of an eye, whether they were a rogue cultivator or from a famous clan, everyone was discussing the four great cultivation sects who’d led the siege along with the hundreds of other participating clans, both big and small.

“Oh yes, what a relief indeed! Who was the noble hero who killed the Yiling Laozu?”

“Who else could it be? His shidi, that little Jiang Sect Leader, Jiang Cheng. He led the four great sects – Yunmeng Jiang, Lanling Jin, Gusu Lan, and Qinghe Nie – and together, in the name of justice, they put an end to Wei Wuxian and wiped out his home at the Burial Mounds.”

“I have to say: it was executed well.”

At that, someone clapped and yelled: “I agree, he executed him well indeed! If it wasn’t for Yunmeng Jiang taking him in and raising him, in this life Wei Ying would’ve been a useless, nameless, good-for-nothing… What else is there to say? The late Jiang Sect Leader raised him like his own son, but he callously abandoned them. He chose to make himself an enemy of the people, putting the Yunmeng Jiang name to shame, and even caused the near massacre of the Jiang family. How else would you describe ‘biting the hand that feeds you’? This is it!”

“Jiang Cheng actually let that arrogant servant stick around for so long – if it were me, I wouldn’t have punished that Wei nobody with just one blow back when he first defected. I would’ve put an end to him right then and there, so he wouldn’t have a chance to later do all those cruel and perverse things. With these types of people, what does it matter if you were raised in the same sect as childhood friends?”

“But what I heard was different? Wasn’t it because Wei Ying suffered backlash from his malevolent arts that he was torn up and eaten by his subordinate, the Ghost General? I heard he was still alive when he was ripped into pieces.”

“Ha! It’s what he deserves. I’ve always said that Ghost General of his is like a rabid dog, biting anyone it sees. He deserved to be bitten to death by his own dog!”

“Maybe, but it’s hard to say if the siege on Burial Mounds would’ve been successful without that little Jiang Sect Leader, and his strategy around the Yiling Laozu’s weaknesses. Don’t forget what Wei Wuxian had in his hands– he annihilated at least three thousand cultivators in just that night.”

“Wasn’t it five thousand?”

“Three thousand, five thousand, what does it matter? It’s all the same. And I feel like five thousand is more likely.”

“He truly is a heartless madman.”

“It’s a good thing he destroyed the Yin Tiger Seal before he died, too. Who knows what disasters that cursed thing would’ve wrought otherwise, making his sins so much heavier?”

At the mention of the “Yin Tiger Seal,” everyone fell silent.

After a moment:

“Ah… If we want to talk about this Wei Wuxian, he used to be such a famous young master of the cultivation clans. It’s not like he had a bad reputation. He was such a handsome and talented cultivator once. How exactly did he end up down this path…?”

At this change of topic, debate stirred up once again.

“Then you can see that there’s no other path of cultivation that works, except for the right one. To go down the crooked path so he can drag out a moment of glory for an eternity, isn’t that too arrogant? And, ha, look how it ended!”

A shout: “To die without even a corpse!”

“But you can’t blame it on his cultivation path, either. At the end of the day, this Wei Wuxian is a rotten person who did nothing but make people resent him. As they say, you reap what you sow. What comes around goes around…”

Now that he was dead, judgment had passed. Conversations about him echoed each other in vast agreement, with any notion of dissent immediately suppressed.

But in everyone’s heart was a shadow of a doubt that could not be waved away.

Though it was said that the Yiling Laozu Wei Wuxian died at the Burial Mounds, after everything was over, no one could summon his wretched soul.

Perhaps his soul had been torn apart, devoured by his tens of thousands of ghosts. Perhaps it had escaped.

If it was the former, then that was naturally a cause for celebration. But the Yiling Laozu was capable of extraordinary destruction, able to move mountains and drain the seas – or, at least, that was how the rumors went. Resisting a soul summoning would not have been beyond his ability. If he came back to life once more to regain his glory, his cruelty and bloodthirst would be redoubled. All the cultivation sects would have to pay the price for the reign of terror and dark days he would unleash upon them – and the world.

Thus, they placed one hundred and twenty guardian beast statues behind the peak of Burial Mounds. Various large clans conducted frequent rituals to summon souls, while at the same time staying alert for all mentions of abnormal incidences and keeping records of them.

In the first year, it was peaceful.

In the second year, it was peaceful.

In the third year, it was peaceful.

In the thirteenth year, it was still peaceful.

By then, more and more people began to believe that perhaps Wei Wuxian really wasn’t that great after all. Perhaps his immortal soul truly was extinguished.

Even if he had once been so powerful he could create clouds with the turn of one hand and rain with the turn of another, finally the day had come for him to be overturned himself.

No one will be worshipped forever. Legends are just legends, after all.

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The author has something to say:

You have waited for a long time!

This story was honestly impressively stuck, and because of many events resulting in this delay… I’m willing to accept the punishment! (hugs head)

Wei Wuxian is the main character, the main shou, don’t lean the wrong way _(:з)∠)_

When you look at him, he looks like an awful person, doesn’t he? Please believe that I won’t let the main character be too horrible.

This work will be quite different from SVSSS.

All in all, I hope you enjoy reading ^_^

Of course, if you don’t like it please don’t force yourself, hahahaha……