Putting away the flames, Yang Xuan felt a trace of melancholy in his heart.

It stands to reason that his father should be happy if he gets revenge, but for some reason, he doesn't look happy at all.

Maybe it was Yang Qingshi's madness before he died that reminded him of himself, maybe it was Yang Qingshi's hoarse roar that touched his heart, or maybe it was the voice that I was not convinced and made him see his own shadow, in short, he didn't have a trace of revenge.

In a sense, Yang Qingshi and him are the same kind of people, both of whom have an unwilling roar against their fate, and even an unyielding struggle.

The difference is that Yang Qingshi met him, so he failed.

On the road of rebellion against fate, you and I are mortals, and our power is so small.

Will he meet someone one day, sneer at him, and then slap him back to the original trajectory of fate, or even die?

No!

My destiny can only be controlled by me, and my path can only be walked by me.

Whoever stands in my way, die!

Slowly, Yang Xuan's eyes showed a determined look, and he clenched his fists tightly.

My life is up to me, not to God!

Yang Xuan roared angrily in his heart.

Strength, power!

Only strength can trample all those who stand in my way, and only strength can turn all those who dare to manipulate my fate into ashes.

At this moment, Yang Xuan's belief was extremely firm, and his soul became extremely thorough as if he had undergone a baptism.

Everyone in the Yang family quietly looked at Yang Xuan, who was standing quietly, although they didn't know what Yang Xuan was thinking, but no one dared to disturb him, Yang Xuan didn't move, so they could only wait.

After a long time, Yang Xuan's mood finally calmed down, he didn't even look at everyone, turned around and left, as if nothing had happened, leaving only corpses and death everywhere.

"Mother!" Yang Xuan sat down beside Qian.

Qian is sewing a piece of clothing, she has worked hard for half her life, even if there are many people serving every day, she has not changed the habit of hard work, even if she knows that Yang Xuan will no longer wear these clothes now.

"Xiao Xuan, what's wrong?" Qian Shi didn't stop what he was doing and asked.

Yang Xuan paused, seemed to be phrasing, and said after a while: "There is a person from the family today!"

Qian looked at Yang Xuan strangely, as if he didn't understand what Yang Xuan was telling her about this.

Yang Xuan continued: "This person's name is Yang Qingshi!"

Qian's body shook heavily, and the sewing needle in his hand suddenly pierced into his palm, and blood beads instantly poured out.

Yang Xuan hurriedly took Qian's hand, a faint green light flashed, and the eye of the needle disappeared.

Qian didn't seem to notice, she seemed to be frightened by this name, and looked at Yang Xuan blankly.

After a while, she reacted, grabbed Yang Xuan's hand, and said hurriedly: "Who are you talking about?"

"Yang Qingshi!" Yang Xuan repeated.

Qian's body shook again, she suddenly stood up suddenly, grabbed Yang Xuan's arm, and walked out, and said hurriedly: "Go, go! Let's go find him!"

Yang Xuan didn't move, just said, "No need, he's gone!"

Qian Shi turned his head, and the expression on his face became angry, "Why didn't you stop him, do you know that he ...... He...... His father was beaten to death!"

Yang Xuan didn't see a trace of anxiety on his face, and said, "I know!"

"Then you still ......?" Qian said anxiously, not realizing Yang Xuan's tone.

"He's dead......" Yang Xuan said.

"Go and chase him back and avenge your father!" Qian didn't hear what Yang Xuan said, at this moment, she remembered the moment he saw Yang Qingtian's corpse that day, helpless and sad.

"Mother, he's dead!" Yang Xuan said again.

"Ah, who's dead?" the Qian family heard what Yang Xuan said.

"Yang Qingshi is dead, I killed him, and I have avenged my father's revenge!" Yang Xuan said.

Qian was stunned.

......

"Lan'er, I didn't expect you to be so beautiful as a bride!"

"Just your poor mouth!"

"I want to live happily with you for the rest of my life, shall we have a lot of sons?"

"No, we want a son!"

"Hehe, okay, it's up to you!"

......

"Lan'er, in the future, our son will be called Yang Xuan, I want his name to resound all over the world, haha!"

"I don't want it, I just want our son to grow up peacefully, marry a wife and have children!

"Then how can it be done, my son Yang Qingtian must become a big hero!"

"Okay, okay, let's see how happy you are!"

......

The past is like smoke, one by one in Qian's mind, vivid, and clear.

Suddenly, large tears rolled down her face and slammed into the ground.

"Qingtian, are you watching?" Qian muttered to himself.

......

Since learning that Yang Qingshi had been killed by Yang Xuan, Qian became very strange, she always stayed quietly in the room alone, holding Yang Qingtian's tablet in a daze, not saying a word, and sometimes not even eating, which made Yang Xuan very nervous for a while, but she didn't know how to enlighten her mother.

After a while, Qian seemed to have finally walked out of his memories of the past, and seemed to have let go of the boulder in his heart and figured out something. She no longer put away Yang Qingtian's tablet, but solemnly put it on the offering table, and even asked Yang Xuan to kneel and worship the incense.

Subsequently, Qian returned to his old life, calm and happy.

Yang Xuan breathed a long sigh of relief and put his mind at ease, he finally had time to think about his own affairs.

In Yang Xuan's room, he sat quietly on the bed, his eyes closed, but his mind had sunk into the dantian.

In the void of his dantian, nine huge cyclones were like ancient giants, slowly revolving around the core of the mind located in the center of the single dantian. The core of the mind had now become the size of a goose's egg, emitting this soft white light, mysterious and beautiful.

Yang Xuan tried to absorb the aura from the outside world, but no matter how he absorbed it, the nine huge cyclones did not change.

After trying again, it was already fruitless, Yang Xuan sighed, he had to give up this attempt, he knew that his cultivation path had reached a critical moment so far. If he can't come up with a way to crack it, then he is very likely to stay at this stage in this life, and it will be difficult to make progress.

What is above the refining of gas?

Build the foundation.

A name popped into his mind.

Qi refining, foundation building, Jindan, Yuanying......

He knew it well, but ...... What's the use?

He only knew one realm after another, but he didn't know how to enter the next realm.

This is the sorrow of him, a lone wanderer in the martial arts world.

Thinking of this, Yang Xuan was inexplicably a little irritable in his heart, dispersed the absorbed aura, got up and got out of bed, and walked out of the courtyard.

As soon as he got out of the courtyard, a guard came to report: Liu Zhenghe, the city lord, asked to see him.

Yang Xuan was very strange in his heart, he didn't know what the lord of Taiping City was talking about, it stands to reason that he and Liu Zhenghe had never said a word in their lives, but they had met from afar when he was competing with Sun Zhan that day, and there would have been no intersection.

Moreover, if Liu Zhenghe has something, he can negotiate with Yang Qingshan, and he doesn't have to ask to see him. Besides, with Yang Xuan's identity in the Yang family at the moment, not everyone can ask to see him, if it is not a very important matter, he will never be disturbed.

Thinking of this, he followed the guard out of the Yuexin Garden and walked towards the Yang family's reception hall. In the awe-inspiring gaze of both the disciples of the Yang family and the guards along the way, after a while, they came to the reception hall, and the guards at the door saw him coming, and hurriedly saluted, just wanted to report loudly, but was stopped by Yang Xuan, and then, he walked into the hall.

As soon as he entered the hall, he saw Yang Qingshan and Liu Zhenghe respectfully talking with one person.

This man was dressed in a green robe, about twenty years old, his face was thin and serious, and his whole body exuded an aura unique to those who were in a high position, a temperament that could not be formed by a person who had been in a high position for a long time.

There is no arrogance in his expression, but there is a kind of seriousness that rejects people thousands of miles away, in the face of the city lord Liu Zhenghe's undisguised flattery, he is not fake at all, but when facing Yang Qingshan, he is obviously a little humble, smiling and nodding from time to time.

When Liu Xuan walked into the hall, he saw such a scene.

Seeing Yang Xuan walk in, Yang Qingshan hurriedly got up, took a few steps forward, and said, "Elder Taishang!"

The green-robed man and Liu Zhenghe also hurriedly stood up, and before Liu Zhenghe could speak, the green-robed man stepped forward quickly, respectfully clasped his fists to Yang Xuan, and said, "Master Yang!"

Liu Zhenghe also hurriedly followed: "Master Yang!"

Yang Xuan looked at the blue-robed man suspiciously, and said, "Are you?"

The blue-robed man hurriedly re-saluted and said, "The seventh son of the royal family of Yan Kingdom, Yan Feiwen, has seen Master Yang!"

Yang Xuan was stunned in his heart, he didn't expect that the person in front of him turned out to be the prince of Yan Kingdom, and his heart moved slightly for a while, but at this time, he naturally would not be like those small people who were promoted to fight, and he was called a thousand years old. This is due to personal strength, and it can't be fake, and even if it is a prince of a country, I am afraid that he will not be able to bear Yang Xuan's gift.

Yang Xuan was only slightly stunned, then relieved, and gently hugged his fists and said, "It turned out to be His Royal Highness the Prince!"

Yan Feiwen hurriedly said, "Don't dare, don't dare!" The attitude was very respectful.

A few people sat down again, Yang Xuan naturally sat on the first place, and after the maid re-served the tea, Yang Xuan said: "I don't know what His Royal Highness the prince is doing this time?"

Yan Feiwen leaned slightly, looked respectful, and said: "I came this time, mainly to bring the imperial court's reward for Master Yang, and at the same time, on behalf of the royal family of Yan Kingdom, I invited Master Yang to go to the capital and join my Yan Kingdom Master Hall and become a master protector......

Yan Feiwen had obviously made preparations before he came, and after understanding Yang Xuan's situation, he said respectfully: "Master Yang has already been promoted to congenital, and he must know that the power of the innate master is incomparable, far surpassing that of the acquired martial artist." And the Master Hall is an institution established by my Yan Kingdom to become a congenital master of the protector of the country. The protector is the most important force in a country.

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