Liu Jingxing stood on top of the lobby, listened to the next person tell the young owner that he was back, and was waiting for Liu Zhiwei to come in. He is the owner of Qingyun Villa, and he has won the trust of the people, he takes care of the people of the city and village to which Qingyun Villa belongs, and every year of famine, he will also give porridge and grain to the people, and is deeply loved by the people, and has a long reputation among a group of chivalrous people, and is also a powerful candidate for the position of the leader of the alliance.

Liu Zhiwei walked in, bowed his head and said respectfully,

"Father."

Hearing Liu Zhiwei's voice, Liu Jingxing turned around and looked at his eldest son, with his father's love in his eyes.

"Zhiwei is back, and I have worked hard for you for the case."

"It's not hard."

Liu Zhiwei's eyes flickered, and after a struggle in his heart, he finally spoke,

"It's just that the son has a question, and he asks the father to solve the problem for the son."

His son asked him something, and Liu Jingxing's eyes also had a hint of interest.

"Ask, if I knew, I would have told you."

"Father, what's the matter with that cyan moire on the back of my son's neck, has it been there since birth?"

Although Liu Jingxing wondered why Liu Zhiwei suddenly asked about the cloud pattern on the back of his neck, after all, he was his son, and he didn't suspect anything.

"Qingyun is the name of our villa, and the cyan moire is the family pattern of our clan, the ancestors founded the Qingyun Villa, and this moire is only the man of our clan will have, the Qingyun clan has always been a single line, but to my vein, with you and Shiyu a pair of children, and this cyan moire is the symbol of the Qingyun clan, and only this moire represents that you have the qualifications to inherit the position of the owner of Qingyun Villa, so when you were born, there is a special way to tattoo this cyan moire on the back of your neck."

Liu Zhiwei listened to his father's words and stared closely at his father, the father he had admired since he was a child.

"Father means that only my father and I have this moire in this world?"

After getting his father's affirmative answer, Liu Zhiwei's heart was completely panicked, he didn't know whether he should tell his father what he had encountered in Cisui Village, he still didn't dare to admit it in his heart, maybe Grandma was wrong that night, maybe that person also had a similar tattoo, maybe he was wrong?

Liu Zhiwei's expression was uncertain, there were doubts, there was disbelief, and there was heartache, Liu Jingxing had never seen Liu Zhiwei with such a look, in his impression, his son has always been a warm and cheerful person, Liu Jingxing was keenly aware that Liu's son had something to hide from him, Liu Jingxing's eyes instantly became sharp, could it be that Liu Zhiwei found something in Cisui Village.

Could it be that the old woman told him something, but what could a mad woman say to be credible?

"Zhiwei, is there something you haven't told your father?"

Liu Zhiwei dodged Liu Jingxing's gaze, covering the thoughts in his heart,

"Father, my son has nothing to hide from you."

Liu Jing walked to Liu Zhiwei's side and patted him on the shoulder, with helplessness and sadness in his tone,

"Zhiwei has grown up, there is something to hide from his father, and his father is also old, and he can't help his son anymore."

"No, it's not like that, I'm just ......"

Liu Zhiwei's eyes dimmed, and his heart was confused.

"Knowing the son Mo Ruo's father, if you have anything wrong, your father can still feel it, you must have encountered a big problem that you can't solve, it's better to say it and see if your father can help you, so that your father doesn't have to feel useless."

Liu Zhiwei looked at his heroic father in his mind, he punished the evil and kept everyone safe, he looked up to his father from childhood to adulthood, listened to the praise of the people for his father, his heart has always been proud, for himself is Liu Jingxing's son, his father has always been the person he admires in his heart, has never changed, he can't tolerate slander and abuse from others, he is determined to become a hero like his father, and has been doing the same thing as his father, punishing evil and promoting good, and protecting the people.

But now he is a little puzzled, is the father in his heart really the person he has seen? Or is it another person he has never seen, how could Grandma say that sentence for no reason, his father also told him that the cyan cloud pattern is only available to the people of the Qingyun clan, if it is not himself who robbed Xiaozheng, then there is only one person left, who he dare not think about and dare not admit.

Liu Zhiwei's eyes were full of confusion, he was hesitating, looking for the slightest possibility of negating his ridiculous thoughts.

"Father, I encountered something in Cisui Village."

Liu Jingxing's eyes froze, but his face did not show the slightest discoloration.

"What's the matter?"

"I went to see the daughter's lost grandmother yesterday, and then something suddenly happened, the grandmother saw the cyan moire on the back of the neck, she said that there was a moire on the neck of the mask man who took away the little kite that night, and there was a moire exactly like mine, and I didn't know when I had this, so I came back and asked my father the origin of this moire, and my father told me that this moire is only available to people from the Qing clan, and only you and I have this moire in this world."

Liu Zhiwei's expression was painful, and every time he said a word, he felt that his heart had been stabbed, just like Ling Chi.

"So you think that person is me?"

Liu Jingxing's indifferent voice sounded, Liu Zhi lowered his head slightly, not daring to raise it, he was afraid to meet his father's gaze, maybe there was disappointment in him, but also anger towards him, his most trusted son actually suspected that he was the murderer behind the kidnapping of the girl.

"I, I don't know."

The balance in Liu Zhiwei's heart kept swaying, and he didn't know how to face this shocking truth.

Liu Jingxing stood in front of Liu Zhiwei, just when Liu Zhiwei thought that his father was going to beat him, he touched Liu Zhiwei's head, his father's warm palm is the most familiar to him, these big palms hold his hand, from an ignorant child to a teenager, his father's big palm is so big for his little hand, he can pick up a sword, he can start a house, he can pick him up, there is nothing that his father can't do, as if there is infinite power there, giving him an endless sense of security, he feels that as long as his father is there, the sky will not be bed, and the bad guys will not make waves.

He had seen his father drive away the bandits, and the people of that village knelt down and bowed to the ground, worshipping them as if they were gods.

He had seen his father set up a tent to give porridge, and the victims of that city were grateful to Dade and shouted for their benefactors.

He had seen his father pick up a sword and protect the lives of hundreds of people in the villa.

How could that imposing and extraordinary owner of Qingyun Mountain Villa be that heinous and vicious criminal.

How could Liu Jingxing, who missed his wife and beloved son, do those things that lost his conscience.

He didn't believe it, and he couldn't believe it.

I don't know how long the lobby was quiet, he heard his father's soft sigh, endless melancholy and confusion, his father's footsteps left his place, he raised his head in a daze, and saw his father turn his back, leaving only a vicissitudes of life.

At that moment, Liu Zhiwei suddenly felt that his father was old, and he could no longer resist the sky, nor could he regain the heroic appearance of the young man of the year, he was admired by all the people in his life, and he was famous, no matter who it was, when it came to Liu Jingxing, the owner of Qingyun Villa, he had to say a chivalrous person.

But since when has he been in his prime, the high-spirited Liu Jingxing has slowly disappeared, it seems that after the disappearance of his mother, his father's smile has become less and less, and only when facing himself and Zhiyu, he will show a smile, but under that smile, it is the loneliness and sadness that Liu Zhiwei can feel.

My father had always missed his mother, and he knew it. My father loved my mother very much, and he knew it.

The owner of Qingyun Villa is famous and has an extraordinary family background, how many women want to enter Qingyun Villa as the owner's wife, but their father has never remarried, not even a concubine.

Most men have three wives and four concubines, but their father only loves his mother and his relatives in his life, even if they don't see each other again.

"Zhiwei, in your heart, what kind of person is your father?"

Liu Jingxing turned his back, and a faint voice came, and Liu Zhiwei replied to his father's words,

"Generous, light-hearted."

Liu Zhiwei heard Liu Jingxing's slight laughter, as if he was pleased, as if he was regretful, as if he was lamenting,

"I can't imagine that I am like this in my heart, and I have no regrets when I die."

Liu Zhiwei saw his father turn around, looking at him now, and also at him before.

Liu Jingxing looked at his heroic son, who already had the same look as he did back then, and at this time he remembered what his father told him when he handed over the sword to him.

The gentleman is upright, does not do unrighteous deeds, holds this sword, and has the world in his heart.

Now this Qingyun sword is in the hands of Liu Zhiwei, helping to correct and eliminate evil, with the style of a gentleman, he has never forgotten the family motto of the Qingyun family, but he has forgotten it.

The Qingyun family, the white clouds above the blue sky, not like the blue sky, better than the blue sky, distinguish the good and evil things in the world, and eliminate traitors for the heavens.

One of the most important family mottos requires the children of the Qingyun clan to behave with a clear conscience, but he has a clear conscience, but he has no regrets.

These hands have long been dirty, and he is no longer qualified to pick up the Qingyun Sword, and if he picks it up again, it will be blasphemy.

And his son took it up, and his hands were cleaner than he was, and he did righteous deeds, so it was good, but there was one who was not virtuous, but there was a virtuous son.

In the past, he was also like Liu Zhiwei to eliminate violence and peace, and regarded justice as more important than his own life, and he could throw away his life in order to do righteous things, but after meeting Shuangjian, she was his life, and he was reluctant to abandon his life, so he violated the ancestral teachings and did unfilial and unrighteous things.

"Zhiwei, when did I give you this Qingyun Sword?"

When his father suddenly asked about this, Liu Zhi was slightly stunned, but he still replied quickly,

"Ten years ago, my father, you handed it over to me."

Ten years ago, the day before he kidnapped the girl for the first time, he burned incense and bathed, and in front of the ancestors and ancestors of the Qingyun clan, he solemnly handed over the Qingyun sword to Liu Zhiwei's hands.

He also said something at the time, I don't know whether to tell Liu Zhiwei, or to tell the ancestors and ancestors, or maybe to tell himself.

"Zhiwei, for my father, I will hand over this Qingyun sword to you today, you must remember the family motto of the Qingyun clan, don't use this sword to do great evil things, for my father, I can't pick up this sword again in this life."

It is impossible to pick up this sword again in this life, he deviated from the way of the sword, lost the sword righteousness, lost the sword heart, and was no longer qualified to pick up this sword, this Qingyun sword that symbolizes the supreme glory of the Qingyun clan.

"You recite the family motto of Qingyun Villa in front of the ancestors and ancestors, and from then on you will take this sword to do righteous things and raise the wind of Qingyun."

"A gentleman is righteous, he does not do unrighteous deeds, he holds this sword, and he has the world in his heart."

The Qingyun clan remembers the thousand-year-old family motto, like thunder, with the spirit of grandeur and the ambition of the Ming clan.

The gentleman is upright, does not do unrighteous deeds, holds this sword, and has the world in his heart.

He was, after all, he didn't do it.