My name is Fu Wuxiao.

My whole life has been stigmatized as a genius since I was a child, and the reason why I call it infamy is because geniuses always have to carry too many things, and I just don't need them.

The name Wuxiao was given to me by the Yixuan Sect, and my previous name seems to be called Fu Nanzhou, my father and mother met on a painting boat on the shore of Nanyang Lake, so as the crystallization of their elopement, I have this name.

My father is the head of a thousand-year-old family in the immortal realm, and I, since I was a child, have followed my father, watching him do things in the family, whether it is flattery in the open and dark, or in the rush of wisdom at a critical juncture, my father has always done a good job, he has never hidden all kinds of dirt in this world from the young me, but let me face it with my own eyes, or stare at it, or watch coldly.

Gradually, I developed a pair of eyes that could see all kinds of things.

When I reached a certain age, I successfully became a scholar beside the little master of the family through my father, and my daily life was just to study books and ink for the young master, and my life was simple.

Sometimes I will hear others talk about the past of my parents, my mother was a prestigious Oiran in the red dust of the Qinglou, the so-called Oiran is just a good-looking prostitute, but it provokes the romantic people of thousands of miles to bend their waists for her, and the red ribbons hanging on the color can be as high as a small mountain.

But my mother just fell in love with my father, who was just a stinky skin and useless at the time, as a ruffian, I don't know if my father was superb or my mother had a unique vision, anyway, they finally came together, there was no fireworks and no prosperity, only a double dive from the painting boat, and then embarrassed "elopement", and even almost drowned in the embarrassing romance.

Some servants of the family will secretly talk together and say that the reason why my father can get mixed up to this point is actually because of my mother's betrayal of herself and her willingness to follow my father to this point.

Whether it's scolding my father for being wasteful, or my mother's debauchery, in my eyes, I think my parents haven't done anything wrong, stripping away those dirty human feelings, and what they do seems to be just unscrupulous means for the sake of tenacious life, besides, my father is a ruffian, and my mother is just a prostitute...... As a child who was not yet a young child, I really realized it.

Compared to His Royal Highness the Young Lord, who has no talent, or is not an exaggeration of a waste of wood, I am a scholar in a huge family is a little famous, for this reason, my father has never taught me once to learn to be "stupid", to be in the same pace as the young master, so that I can survive steadily in this family.

The most famous collection of scriptures in the family, as a scholar, I often have to send books back and forth to the young master who is not angry, and occasionally secretly look through all kinds of martial arts classics in the pavilion, the old man who looks at the building has never just opened his eyes and closed his eyes, when reading to the young master of amusing birds and fish, I will also rely on my own memory to ...... the classics a few about "Eight Feet of Spiritual Heart", "Cinnabar Fingers" This kind of family is not passed on to the secret of the family is familiar to me.

When I was ten years old, I accompanied the young master who was only fourteen years old for the first time to sneak into the green building, facing the sound of dogs and horses in the red dust, the young master who did not learn and did not know how to fall in an instant in the teasing, and then he did not learn well, but I was a little scholar, because I secretly learned the family's non-transmission of the heart, and looked down on those heavy makeup and glamorous rouge.

Such days lasted until he was twelve years old, and the young master, who was acting more and more dissolutely, was already lawless, and it was not too much to say that he was lascivious, but he offended the young son of the other side of the force when he was competing for the flower in a green house.

That young master has always been suave and suave, but the cultivation journey has never been delayed by this happy thing, compared to this young master of my family, it is a world of difference;

There is no need to think about it, this young master who does not know the height of the sky has suffered the first big loss in his life, and after being ruthlessly knocked down, the son seems to refuse to let go, and with a wave of his hand, the evil slaves under his hand are actually rushing up, punching and kicking the young master, completely ignoring the identity of the young master.

As a young master's scholar, it is naturally my bounden duty to savior the master, but I am just a scholar, I should be powerless, and if I can't save the master, I will be beaten together; if I do it rashly, the family kung fu I learned by stealing it will be passed on to the ears of the family.

But in the end, I still didn't think too much, after tearing back the embarrassed young master from those three-legged cat kung fu evil slaves, I easily beat them all, and the son of the family with a surprised expression didn't make a move in the end, but brushed his sleeves away, looking at me with murderous intent in his eyes.

The scholar who followed the young master from childhood to adulthood turned out to be a "master", and his Royal Highness, the young master, who had long been accustomed to directing me at every turn, looked at me with more surprised eyes than the son, and he seemed to be a little lonely on the way back, and finally only said: "Nanzhou, with me such a gentleman who only knows how to have fun, you must have looked down on me for so many years." ”

The relationship between the young master and me is that of master and servant, and he has always driven me with peace of mind, but for so long, this master who is not bad in nature has never treated me badly, and this young master, who has long known that he is dissolute and incurable, may have always regarded me as an object that can be compared? Now that I am so much better than him, I don't think I will feel good in my heart.

Maybe I should have recklessly gotten in, and then be beaten with the young master, and finally have a blue nose and swollen face and then be unintentionally said a few words by him, right? Anyway, I can't die, how could the family let this unique seedling in the family die?

The family has always turned a blind eye to the young master, but it is the wishful thinking of the young master who is a little naïve that thinks that every time he climbs over the wall and crosses the goods, he runs out of the merry and happy life to do it seamlessly, in fact, I have noticed more than once, those "shadows" hidden in the young master's side, they are the dead soldiers cultivated by the family for the young master, the strength is first-class, and the loyalty is the same, even if I have secretly learned the top induction technique, I only accidentally noticed these "bottom lines" that have been dormant around me and the young master for more than ten years , as long as the young master is not in absolute danger, they will not make a move.

I sighed, and I also vaguely felt that this self-assertive slipping out should be the last time for the young master.

Sure enough, as soon as we entered the house, we were tied up in the main hall by the family, and the head of the family, who was the father of the young master, turned his back to us and remained silent for a long time.

The night soon deepened, and the head of the house did not know when to leave, so I knelt in the main hall with the drowsy young master all night.

"In a few days, you will be seventeen, I was hoping that you could support this thousand-year-old family, and I hoped that my letting go could be exchanged for your awakening, but I was wrong, you did not arrive at your true self in the red dust, but lost······· Blame me, since ancient times, there have been a few people who have been enlightened in the drunken gold fan, your starting point is very high, and it is my expectations for you that are higher. ”

The sun rose soon on the second day, and the head of the family was dressed in a robe, looking at the young master who had been frozen half to death, and I realized that today was the third day of winter.

The young master was carried back to his room, but I was still kneeling in the main hall, and my father, who was the chief steward, looked at me, as if I saw his fist clenched slightly, and he disappeared from my sight without looking back.

Then, a snow-white sword rested around my neck.

The man who wielded the sword was the head of the house, and when I looked up in astonishment, I met the eagle-sharp eyes.

At the age of twelve, I didn't even dare to come out, and I knew that as long as he wanted to kill me, he didn't need any reason at all, and even if he needed a reason, just the secret of a private family was enough to make me die a thousand times.

"You are more competitive than my son, you have a very high understanding, and your heart is also good, that ruffian actually trained such a good son······· But you know what? I don't like smart people, I just want your loyalty, but you are self-righteous and fiddling with your ridiculous fists. ”

I pressed my head to the ground, because if I was not careful, the sword hanging above my head would be cut off mercilessly.

The instinct to survive made me do my best without hesitation, and I lay on the ground, cold sweat sliding down my face and wetting the carpet, and then, I decided to risk my life.

"The head of the family, the people dare not make a mistake, as the young master's scholar, the people did not do their duty, let the young master sink into the red dust, it is the people who deserve to die! Although the people are not talented, the people are willing to cultivate their own bodies, and give all the gifts to the young master when the young master performs the crown ceremony!" When I said this, my voice still showed a hint of immaturity, and I looked directly at those eyes with anger without fear with those eyes containing tears, and then, I saw that stiff face trembled slightly.

"What qualifications do you have?"

"The small sin deserves death, I have stolen the family and learned the mastery, and now I regret not being at the beginning, but I can pass all my learning to the young master who is still silent today, and I am willing to do my best to make up for the mistakes of the villain!" I bowed my head and knelt down in front of that person, without seeing the slightest immaturity as a child and dignity as a human being.

I succeeded, and I traded my dignity for a head around my neck.

Of course, I am just a "container", in exchange for reading the family's collection of scriptures, I will spend all my cultivation in the year of the young master and crown, that is, at the age of twenty, and then become a waste.

For this matter, my father didn't say much, he looked at me like a stranger as indifferent, but to the head of the family like a wagging tail dog, unscrupulous to please, at that time I was thinking that my father was actually a human slave, more than ten years of serving a master, but it is also a difficult thing.

However, my mother did her duty as a relative, she would comfort me when I was wronged, and when I wiped away my tears, my mother's face was poignant and could not be concealed, and she lived up to the name of the Oiran of the year.

The mother, who used to be a woman in the Qinglou, was the person I cherished the most since I was a child.

One night, it was raining outside the window, but I accidentally caught a glimpse of my parents holding umbrellas in the rain, and I couldn't see their appearance clearly, but I could remember the pair of figures snuggling up to each other.

Maybe for so many years, it has been said that it is not worth it, and the feelings of parents are colorful and muddy, but in fact, it is hidden by secular sayings, and there is still a trace of innocent innocence, right?

Spring goes to autumn, that day is getting closer, I'm still a young master's scholar, but there are a lot fewer words with the young master, many times our conversations are deliberately avoided by the young master, and when there is no way to avoid it, it is that I feel cold and shhhhhh

The young master has changed, and so have I.

"Nanzhou, you should be very ruthless to me, right?"

Finally, one day, when I was studying ink, he said a cold word, his hand tightly grasped the wolf howl, and his eyes were fixed on the blank rice paper on the table.

How could that cunning old fox give birth to a son who was so innocent and would not hide himself?

"That's a small agreement with the head of the family, how can you hate the young master?" I said, speeding up the movement of grinding ink in my hand.

The brush in the young master's hand stopped and stopped, leaving only a little heavy ink mark on the white rice paper.

Finally, there were only a few days left before the day I became a waste, and the progress of time made me indifferent, and I was only fourteen years old when I had already learned to read words and feelings, but it was from then that I discovered the value of something called "sincere".

In those days, for some reason, it rained, and I watched the rain hit the plantains in my dilapidated courtyard, and the sky was dark, like a huge conspiracy brewing.

This day is still here, since two years ago, I have been a nightmare about this day, this is a nightmare that I can't wake up from, knowing that it is there, but I can only face it calmly and helplessly.

The night before dawn is the most terrifying, especially after the lightning and thunder, and sometimes the lightning flashes can reflect all the ghosts outside the window on the wall.

My eyes widened and I saw dark shadows outside the window, they were fighting each other, and then they all fell, and the door opened.

Outside my room, all the dead soldiers of the family who had been guarding me for the past few years fell in a pool of blood mixed with rain and blood, and fell at the feet of the only remaining black shadow.

For a moment I felt that face was too unfamiliar, even though I grew up watching this face, but, ......

Is this person in front of me still the father I know?

He was no longer wearing the usual butler's white robe, a simple black crown and black bundle, and held a simple black long sword in his hand.

Through that face, I can still vaguely imagine the appearance of my young father, who must also have a handsome stinky skin? Otherwise, how could I provoke my mother, who was an Oiran back then, to elope with him? But all these years, I only saw my father's smiling face, which was already distorted when he was a slave, and now I suddenly realized that his current appearance may be the truest appearance of my father.

There was not a trace of wave in his cold eyes, and when he looked at me, he didn't say a word, and a thunderbolt exploded, and the burst of thunder reflected his face in a miserable white.

"The day has finally come. ”

It was the only sentence left by my father when he flashed away.

The sky is slow to clear, and the dawn is far away.

But a battle has engulfed the entire Maison.

"Fu Changqing, tell me the truth, how many years have you been pretending. The noble head of the family could not be left alone, his robe was stained with dust and blood, and there was a bottomless haze between his eyebrows.

Countless corpses fell at the feet of the figure opposite him, and the head of the family should not have imagined that the man who had been flattering and courteous to him had taken off his mask in a way he could not have imagined, revealing his true face completely.

"From the day you underestimated hatred, you should have expected it to be today. The father shook his hand, and the blood beads on the blade of the sword in his hand burst out, piercing through the minions of the family who were secretly and wantonly.

"Do you think you'll get out of here alive?" The head of the family also had a sword in his hand, the same one that was on my neck that day, and now the sword was already out of its sheath, and the bright light of the sword shone on the placket of my father's black robe. "More than ten years of forbearance seem to me to be nothing more than a joke, but I really don't understand, since you have entered here by unscrupulous means, why should you waste all your efforts in one day? You have done all the wicked, and you have been filthy to the extreme, why do you put on such a hypocritical face?"

The father didn't speak, but flicked the sword lightly with his hand, and the sound of the sword was extremely desolate, like the neighing of a bloody cuckoo in the hollow.

The head of the family frowned, and a breath of yellow gas spit out, which was ever-changing, blocking all the invisible murderous sword sounds.

"At the end of the day, you've always been the one who pushes you. The head of the family said coldly.

Hiding in the dark, I couldn't see my father's face, but I could clearly feel a chill that was the monstrous sword intent raging, eroding everyone in its path.

Then, with a burst of lightning, the two swords had collided dozens of times in an instant, and each wave of air that rolled out could tear over a corner of the eaves and dig a large hole into the ground.

"You sent your own woman away, who do you complain about? You have accepted everything that the family has given you with peace of mind all these years, have you ever thought about this disgraceful past?"

The father didn't speak, just like the sharp and restrained black sword in his hand, a sword stabbed out, and the strong sword qi actually shattered the door of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion behind the head of the family, which symbolized the heritage of the family.

"Fu Changqing, let me tell you, you were once just a lowly mustard, but I gave you a chance, and you were willing to be a slave shamelessly for more than ten years! What? Now you want to take revenge on me? You want to change into a black dress and forget your disgusting identity in the past? You want to prove to me how you turned over as a leper dog? Ridiculous! You couldn't do it before, and it's the same now!"

The wind and clouds between heaven and earth changed color, and the momentum of the head of the family rose and rose again in a few breaths, and a sword came out with thousands of weather, destroying and decaying, and the father's black robe was shattered in an instant, revealing the black gold soft armor in it.

A burst of blood surged up on his father's pale face, and the black sword trembled slightly, unloading the energy of his body, directly shattering the green bricks under his feet, but his body did not take a step back.

"It's just atonement," my father said in the midst of the mess, "and after so many years of living in a mess, I realized that the person I want revenge on has always been me." ”

A sword was slashed out, and everything was silent everywhere it passed, even the head of the family could not resist hard, and it was flashing, and the hundred-foot-high Tibetan scripture pavilion behind him trembled violently and crumbled.

"She is willing to follow me, but I don't want her to pay so humiliatingly, from the moment I stepped into this red door of the family, I knew that I was finished, and my life would be unscrupulous for the so-called revenge. ”

A sword and a sword, the sword intent that was extremely powerful was stacked again and again, and only the sword word "one" drawn out of thin air was left between heaven and earth.

"Fu Changqing, you are so daring!" The head of the family was already furious, and he didn't care about arguing with his father anymore, and he had climbed to the top of his body, no weaker than his father.

"Kill you. The sword in his father's hand trembled, and in the next moment, a sword broke through the air.

My sight was blocked by Xiao Kill's ruthless sword qi, and I only saw the two figures in the sword curtain, one is the head of the family who bears the luck of the family, and the other is the housekeeper who has endured humiliation for more than ten years.

The father broke an arm, the head of the family was blind, the two had already gambled their all, and before the dust floating in the air could fall, the sword qi that was strangled again rose up and rose higher and higher.

I have been shocked by the monstrous sword qi, but even so, from the eyes of my junior, I can see that it may be really difficult for my father to get out of this family red door alive.

Perhaps, he didn't think about going out again.

The last sword of the head of the family gambled his life, and the sword had already locked his father far away, and when the sword came out, it was accompanied by ghosts, and the father who could not avoid it was a sword, but he ended up with a black sword shattering.

There is no doubt that my father's chest was pierced by an ancient sword.

Not only that, but black and purple forbidden spells poured out from the bloody sword marks, staining my father's whole body in a moment, and with this vicious and poisonous thing, my father was completely hopeless.

"After struggling for so many years, I just died. The head of the family said coldly, and actually pushed the sword in his hand forward again.

His father's eyes were gradually empty, and he was already a precursor to death, as if he was no longer able to speak, and he did not say a word for a long time.

"Die in peace, as for your son, let him go down with you when I have let him dissipate his warmth, and reunite your father and son, and as for that prostitute, I feel compelled to make her pay for your stupidity. ”

"At least I made you understand a truth before you die, the strong will do whatever it takes, and the one who thinks he is strong will only act cowardly. The head of the family said slowly.

The gloom in his eyes had not yet dissipated, probably because he was already angry that the family was destined to fall for many years.

I suddenly felt a suffocation, the feeling of my soul being locked in from afar, accompanied by a ruthless killing intent.

My location has long been discovered by the head of the house, and I can't leave if I want to.

“…… It's really funny, when I was young, I laughed at the swordsman in the desert who died without a burial, but today it has been fulfilled in myself. My father coughed up a mouthful of black blood, but finally spoke.

"It's a pity that I didn't live to the day when Nanzhou married his wife. ”

"In my life, I spent the first 20 years practicing myself, and the last 20 years practicing my relatives, which is really damned. ”

"But a person lives for a lifetime, nothing more than a love word, Fu can be regarded as a vigorous walk through this red dust, and there are few regrets in this short life. ”

"But the regret is nothing more than letting go that day, I hurt her. ”

"Nanzhou, I have only taught you those tattered truths over the years, if you remember, then don't forget, although the truth is dirty, but it is the conscience of my father's life, without half a typo; if you can't remember, then forget it completely, to be a good person, you must know that your father in this life, I don't know what it's like to be a good person. ”

My heart trembled, knowing that my father was saying this to me, and he knew that I was nearby, but ...... Daddy is gone, can I still walk away and do what Daddy wants to do?

"One more thing......"

"Dad has always loved your mother. ”

Fourteen-year-old me burst into tears when I heard this.

Nothing carries more weight than my father's words that have been on my mind for many years, and from now on, I will not pay attention to anyone's gossip, because when he was dying, that person finally admitted it himself and expressed his absurd love in one word.

In that case, what about the absurd?

Father's eyes suddenly lit up, and his hanging and weak hand shook towards the void—

The black sword fragments scattered in the ruins actually burst back like a waterfall, and in the blink of an eye, the father and the head of the family who were in the center were pierced by hundreds of black sword fragments!

"You—" The head of the house's eyes widened, but he was no longer angry.

"You won't survive either. The father showed a grim laugh, raised his hand with all his might, and flicked his fingers at the ancient sword in front of his chest, and his inner strength shook away the hand of the head of the family holding the sword, and he fell straight back and fell in the ruins of the family.

"I'm harder than you......" muttered my father.

The suffocation disappeared in an instant, and I fell to my knees, staring at it in a daze.

A red dress fluttered towards his father like a butterfly.