The head teacher looked apologetic: "Teacher Liu, I'm really sorry, Qingfeng fought with people, I couldn't find out and stop it in time, this is a mistake in my teaching work." ”

Liu Qing shook her head, she is also a teacher, and she knows that it is impossible for a teacher to take care of all students.

The son only suffered some slight skin injuries, Liu Qing relaxed a little, and asked with a straight face, "Xiaofeng, why are you fighting with your classmates?"

Liu Qingfeng closed his mouth tightly and didn't speak, and the head teacher on the side asked softly, "Qingfeng, tell my mother and teacher, why are you fighting?"

Liu Qingfeng still didn't speak, his eyes were very stubborn.

Liu Qing had no choice but to take her son to the children's hospital to reduce swelling and stasis.

Back at home in Jing'an Community, Liu Qing went to cook, and Liu Qingfeng turned on the TV to watch cartoons.

The doorbell rang, Liu Qingfeng ran to open the door, and when he saw the people outside the door, he shouted in surprise: "Aunt Xiaoqing!"

The person who came was Li Xueqing, she had graduated from college for several years, and she is currently working in Uncle Li Xingchao's company.

"Xiaofeng, come, give Auntie a hug!" Li Xueqing smiled sweetly, bent down to pick up Liu Qingfeng, and kissed her.

Liu Qing tied her apron and came out of the kitchen: "Xueqing, you're here." ”

Li Xueqing said: "Sister Qing, I'm here to eat again, are you ready?"

"No, if you want to eat quickly, come in and help me fold the food. Liu Qing said with a smile.

Li Xueqing pouted: "I don't, I want to play with Xiaofeng." ”

Liu Qing stroked her forehead, very speechless, so she had to go into the kitchen by herself to get busy.

In the living room, Li Xueqing and Liu Qingfeng played racing games with a handle, and she said casually: "Xiaofeng, did you listen to your mother?"

Liu Qingfeng looked childish and said, "Yes, Xiaofeng is obedient." ”

Liu Qing's voice came from the kitchen: "He had a fight with his classmates today, and if you ask him why he is fighting, he just doesn't say it, and he me off." ”

Li Xueqing took a closer look, and sure enough, she found that there were some bruises on Liu Qingfeng's face that had not faded, and she couldn't help but be surprised: "Xiaofeng, why are you fighting, tell Auntie." ”

Liu Qingfeng was silent for a moment, Li Xueqing had an idea, and said, "If you don't say it, Auntie won't come to play with you in the future, and she won't take you to the park to play on holidays." ”

"They said I didn't have a father, I was a wild seed. Liu Qingfeng spoke, his head lowered, and his voice was very small.

When Li Xueqing heard this, her heart was shocked, and she opened her mouth but couldn't speak.

Liu Qing happened to come out with the food, and when she heard this, her hands trembled, the plate fell to the ground, and the soup splashed.

"Why don't I have a dad, everyone else has a dad. Liu Qingfeng looked up at his mother, her immature face and clear eyes were full of puzzlement.

Liu Qing burst into tears, took a few steps up, hugged his son in his arms, shrugged his shoulders, and sobbed silently.

Liu Qingfeng panicked: "I don't want my dad anymore, I don't want my dad anymore, Mom, don't cry." ”

Li Xueqing, who was on the side, sighed, walked to the window, looked at the lights of thousands of homes outside, and silently thought in her heart: "Liu Chengfeng, where are you, whether you are alive or dead, why haven't you come back, do you know that you have a son." ”

……

In the past seven years, the Divine Cult has expanded greatly, and many small sects, small families, and even scattered people have been forced to join, and those who do not obey have been ruined.

The territory of the Divine Cult covers the whole country, which is much stronger than that of Liu Chengfeng's reign, and Chen Yuandong has almost completed the unification of the ancient martial arts world.

Under his high-pressure rule, the ancient martial arts world was unusually quiet, few people dared to be traitors, everyone was afraid of it, and lived cautiously, even some inevitable fights and vendettas tried to avoid involving ordinary people.

On Wanshou Mountain, the newly completed Divine Cult Hall flies the eaves and arches, carves the beams and paints the building, the momentum is magnificent, the grandeur is incomparable, there is a big spring pool in the center of the hall, the water vapor is steaming, the white mist is swirling, the tall bronze brazier is burning one by one, it is not extinguished all the year round.

At this time, in the main hall, there were thousands of men, women, and children wearing uniform uniforms, kneeling down at the figure on the high platform, and shouting in unison: "Oriental Sect Master, Wencheng Wude, benevolence, righteousness and wisdom, thousands of years, immortal!"

They bowed three times and bowed nine times, threw themselves to the ground with five bodies, and were extremely pious, kneeling once and chanting slogans over and over again.

The platform is three feet high, with dozens of steps, and the people below have to raise their necks to see the figure of the sect leader.

The sect leader was high up, like a god's mansion, and the coiling dragon throne was bigger and more exaggerated than the previous one, carved thirteen five-clawed golden dragons, and used up a ton of gold.

There are three people standing in front of the stage, namely the saint Leng Feishuang, the left envoy is true, and the right envoy He Zizhen.

Today is the day of the annual execution of the convicts, and everyone's hearts are awe-inspiring, and they feel sad that the rabbit has died and the fox has died.

Although the rules are strict, there are always those who know the law and break the law.

Wang Shaohua, the former law enforcement envoy and the current head of the law enforcement hall, stepped out of the crowd, climbed to half the high steps and then stopped, turned to face the sect below, with a gloomy face, and with a wave of his hand, seven people were tied up by the five flowers, they were wearing white prison clothes, their hair was scattered, and their bodies were stained with blood, and they were obviously tortured.

Wang Shaohua stretched out his hand into his arms, took out a roll of yellow cloth, spread it out and read: "Fengwen Chengwu De, Ren, Righteousness, Wise, Oriental Sect Leader, Liu Yishan, Li Mingde, Zhao Changsheng, Chen Jianyu, Wu Guihua, Shang Renqiu, Liu Peide, violated the canon rules 3, 7, 10, 16, 27, 38, 46, the evidence is conclusive, immediately behead the public." ”

"Sect Master, wronged!"

"Sect Master, spare your life!"

"Sect Master, Kaig!"

Some people shouted for injustice, some knelt on the ground and begged for mercy, some turned pale, some trembled, and some laughed in despair.

Seven executioners armed with broadswords stood behind them, bronze braziers blazing, and the swords glittered and murderous in the light of the fire.

The crowd was so frightened that they did not dare to raise their voices, but the cries and begs for mercy resounded throughout the hall.

Liu Yishan looked up to see that the left envoy in front of the high platform was really real, but his eyes were really bright, and the whole person seemed to be asleep.

He was miserable in his heart, but he didn't give up, and turned his head to look at Leng Qingqiu, the master of the West Mountain Altar, and there was still a glimmer of hope in his heart.

Back then, when the Divine Sect and the Shushan Sword Sect were fighting, many people fled when they saw that the situation was not good, but the three of them stayed behind to accompany the Holy Sect Master to the end, and naturally had some friendship, but it gradually faded later.

Leng Qingqiu came into contact with Liu Yishan's sad gaze, biting his lip tightly, and his heart was very unbearable.

"Slash!"

Wang Shaohua gave an order, and the executioner raised his big knife, and when he was about to cut it down, someone suddenly shouted: "Slow!"

It was Leng Qingqiu who made a sound, she still couldn't help it after all, and wanted to intercede for Liu Yishan.

Wang Shaohua's pupils shrank, and as soon as he waved his hand, the executioner did not cut it off.

Leng Qingqiu is now a late-stage cultivator at the prefecture level, and her strength is also very top-notch among the many masters of the Divine Sect, and she is still very young, and she has a good chance of becoming an innate master in the future.

The saint is her niece again, and many people feel the sect leader's thoughts about the saint, and with this relationship, Wang Shaohua dare not give her this face.

"Lord Lengtan, if you have something to say, it doesn't hurt to speak. Wang Shaohua smiled and said in a respectful tone.

Leng Qingqiu didn't look at him, but bowed to the figure on the golden throne of Panlong: "Qiqi Dongfang Sect Master, Liu Yishan just lost his words after drinking, he didn't deserve to die, please look at his past merits, spare his life." ”

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