Changping hugged the Xuan Si Taoist in his arms and was stunned for a long time. Silently, he wiped the eyes of the Xuansi Daoist and placed his body on the ground.

He didn't seem to care about the short dagger stuck in his back.

Just sit in silence. The eyes are deep and complex, making people incomprehensible.

Chang Geng's gaze moved from Chang Ping to the corpse of Seventh Senior Brother Chang Le a little farther away.

The little fat man Changle, who was still shouting "senior brother" noisily before, sometimes hot-blooded and sometimes cowardly, just lay motionless.

There was a feeling of unreality. Heartache.

Tonight, the first night of the descent. He lost two of his fellow doormen.

Tomorrow, there will be four more "elder" disciples of the word "elder" who will come down the mountain with medicinal stones to heal the people.

I don't know what kind of bloody rain lies ahead. Chang Geng vaguely felt very uneasy.

It seemed like the time had come to tell that story.

"Once upon a time, there was a pair of orphaned brothers and sisters who were adopted by the old master to become disciples of the Qionghua faction. Once, when there was a big flood, they found an unconscious teenager by the creek. They rescued the boy and brought him back to the Qionghua faction. ”

Chang Geng paused, he was waiting for Changping to stop. Changping chose silence.

Hearing this, his body trembled slightly, and his eyes turned red unconsciously. He felt that the boy who fell into the water mentioned by Chang Geng was his father.

Later, the head of the family saved the boy. Became his twelfth apprentice. This is a hard-working genius boy, and he happens to fall in love with his sister Xie Wan'er, the younger brother and sister. Become the best choice for the Heavenly Pole Sword and the Earth-level Sword. It's just that...... Just ......"

Chang Geng couldn't go on anymore and hesitated for a moment. He thought that if it was him, he would not be able to accept the second half for a while.

"Changping, are you sure you want to listen?"

"Listen. ”

Changping said sadly, his voice a little choked. Everyone has a place to be, and he wants to know who his father is and what kind of person he is. With the words of Senior Brother Geng in his mind, countless assumptions and worst-case scenarios appeared.

"Big deal, my father was a heinous demon. ”

After speaking, Changping lowered his head and raised his head again to prevent tears from flowing.

"Senior brother. Your father is not a demon...... He is a macaque...... One day this macaque ...... He trespassed into the forbidden land, used the Heavenly Pole Sword, and went to the place of the divine light in Kunlun Mountain, but was shot down by the divine light, seriously injured, and showed his original form. was rescued by Xie Wan'er, who arrived just in time, that is, your mother. She ......"

Chang Geng hesitated, thousands of sadness hit him in his heart, forcibly stabilized his emotions, and said slowly:

She was afraid that the boss would blame her and kill the macaque with bad intentions, so she fled with the macaque overnight. She lived in seclusion and later had children. In order to protect this child, he hid his background and became an ordinary disciple of the Qionghua faction. Third Uncle He ......"

"Shut up! Ridiculous story!

Changping covered his chest and spat out several mouthfuls of blood. Stumbling to his feet, only to slip to the ground weakly.

The story is still clear here.

He turned out to be the descendant of humans and demons......

A mongrel!

A monster!

A seed of iniquity!

So he has an ugly face and sharp-beaked monkey cheeks.

Therefore he is vicious and accustomed to deception.

He seems to have found himself the source of all his misfortunes.

His origins.

As for why the third uncle did that to himself. He had already guessed eight or nine points of the truth.

He had seen Xie Wan'er's portrait. In the bedroom of the third uncle and in the secret room. There is a whole body, there is a half-body.

Both are lifelike and vivid.

In terms of appearance, she is a little more beautiful than the portrait of Guanyin Bodhisattva on the market. It's just that it doesn't have the solemnity and compassion of Guanyin Bodhisattva, and it is a little more gentle and smart.

In the bust, Xie Wan'er's smile seems to be about to tilt the corners of her mouth a little more, which makes people warm.

In the full-body portrait, Xie Wan'er is practicing swords, heroic and elegant, as if she was flying out of the painting immediately.

At the beginning, I also joked with the third uncle about the yellow joke with the woman in the painting.

The third uncle also told him with a wicked smile that this beauty's name is Xie Wan'er, the sister of the current head, his little junior sister, and the woman he dreams of every night.

Now thinking of the evil sneering expression of the third uncle at that time, it makes people so disgusting that they want to vomit and want to die in shame.

That's his real mother!

Xuan Sidao people know everything!!

He even deliberately induced him like that!!

Fill in his lack of paternal love with care and care, make him dependent on himself, make him hate and meanness and separate himself from his fellow disciples with his desire for power, and corrupt his sense of morality and shame, weaken his body, and slow down his cultivation with sensual pleasure.

even induced him to miss his biological mother and have spiritual blasphemy.

and even induced to do something indescribable with shame...... Although only once...... And he actually thought that this was Uncle Shi's trust in him...... is the only reward I can do to my uncle......

This is a man that Changping thinks he respects like his father!

Everything turned out to be a hoax, a mad revenge for his mother's love that he couldn't love.

Once the head of the family asked Changping to have a long talk alone, talking about life, ideals, and swordsmanship. I used to think that this was the hypocrisy of the boss.

Now he understands that he can have such a powerful swordsmanship and sword formation cultivation now, not because he is smart and he has an epiphany from the conversation with the master, but because the master specially mentioned it to him.

The head of the sect once sternly prevented him from having excessive intimate contact with the third uncle many times. He thought that this was because the head was afraid that he would get special attention, and he was afraid that he would become stronger and form a competition with Chang Geng. So he just did it, looking for all kinds of opportunities, all kinds of secret codes, and private contact with the third uncle.

Now he understands that this is the master's awareness of the third uncle's mind and his protection in all aspects.

After all, it is very painful to covet things that you can't get at all. With the background of combining others and demons, he is not qualified to be the head at all. And with his father's experience, he can't take on the heavy responsibility of being one with the Tianji Sword.

Shame, shame, pain, despair, confusion, helplessness......

swept over him and tore him apart......

"Ahh!!h

The roar like a beast in a trap was deafening, shaking off the dust from the temple roof.

A mouthful of sweet fishy smell. His eyes were blood-red.

Crunch, a beam fell straight down.

"Changping...... Be careful!"

Seeing Chang Ping, who was stumbling and constantly trying to stand up, but kept falling, Chang Geng felt the same way, and was full of sympathy for his mother and his suffering.

Chang Geng rushed forward and grabbed Chang Ping's arm, wanting to take Chang Ping, who was seriously injured and mentally stimulated, to dodge the falling beam.

Chang Ping shook off Chang Geng's hand that grabbed him, grabbed the sword on the ground hard, and stood up with difficulty.

With both hands together, raise your sword and slash.

The beams were split in two, scattered and fell, and smashed to the ground.

With both hands together, raise your sword and slash again.

In an instant, the black jade that bound the hair cracked, and the long hair spread out in all directions, from the roots to the tips of the hair, all turned silvery.

A white bloodstained robe was shattered into tatters and hung on his body, revealing two yellow-brown, hairy arms.

Fine yellow hairs also grow on the face.

Longer and denser.

............

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