Zhao Chen quietly waited for Zhao Wuji to make a statement, killing intent was breeding in his eyes, he knew that Zhao Yang had done many evil things, but there was no evidence to prove it, the only thing related to Zhao Chen himself, this matter was that Zhao Yang issued a mission to assassinate Zhao Chen, and Leng Ye by Zhao Chen's side, but Leng Ye was his escort after all, let Leng Ye prove that Zhao Wuji would believe it.

Zhao Wuji, surnamed Suo, quickly figured out the reason, nodded and said: "Yes, if you want to kill someone, you don't need evidence at all, even if the old ancestor knows, he may not blame you." ”

This point is also Zhao Wuji's own guess in his heart, according to the old ancestor's various special treatment of Zhao Chen after returning to the Zhao family, it can be imagined that Zhao Chen's status in the heart of the old ancestor Zhao Ji, I am afraid that even if Zhao Chen really killed this old ancestor and never seen it, no, it should be said that the descendants of the descendants who have only met once, the old ancestor is likely to have no reaction.

"Daddy! Don't believe this kid's nonsense, he won't dare kill me! Zhao Yang was really scared, if those people were allowed to say it, wouldn't everything he had been exposed to, when he thought of the evil things he had done, he was in a cold sweat in his heart, and he had hated Zhao Chen to death.

Although Zhao Chen may really make a move, he believes that as long as Zhao Wuji is there, he will not be harmed, and it is impossible for Zhao Chen to kill himself under the obstruction of his father?

"Shut up!" Zhao Wuji had already repeated these two words for the second time, and he even began to be suspicious in his heart, looking at Zhao Yang's fierce opposition, could he really do something that made people angry, and didn't dare to let these people say it?

Zhao Yang's voice was a little sad and shouted at Zhao Chen: "Zhao Chen, why are you framing me like this, I have no grievances with you, if you don't make it clear today, I, Zhao Yang, swear that I will never let you go for the rest of my life!" ”

Bang!

When Zhao Yang said this, Zhao Wuji's face changed, and without waiting for Zhao Chen to say anything, he waved his right hand, and a wisp of Xuan power came out of his body, although it was only a trace of Xuan power, but it was from Zhao Wuji, an emperor-level five-star powerhouse, how could Zhao Yang, a person who was not even at the emperor level, be able to resist?

Zhao Yang was blown out on the spot, slammed on the empty table behind him, a wisp of blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and he couldn't speak for a long time, this was the first time Zhao Wuji treated him like this since he was a child, although he was also injured before, but it was a minor injury after all, but this time he was directly injured as a serious injury.

"Dad..."Zhao Yang looked at the expressionless figure in shock for a long time.

Zhao Wuji said slowly: "This is the lightest, if you still call the young master like this next time, and treat the young master with such an attitude, then I don't need the young master to make a move, I will also clean up the portal myself." He sighed in his heart and said secretly: "If your actions like this are seen by the ancestors, there is really no hope of survival." Dad is also good for you! ”

Zhao Chen's eyes swept sharply over Zhao Yang's body, causing the hairs on Zhao Yang's whole body to stand up, and he couldn't help but shudder, and he didn't dare to speak anymore.

"Now, you can speak your mind." Zhao Chen announced.

"The head of the Zhao family really won't retaliate?" A middle-aged man asked tentatively.

"Of course!"

"The premise is that what you say must be true. Anything added with oil and vinegar doesn't count. Zhao Wuji added.

The middle-aged man suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, and then sneered again, looking at Zhao Yang's eyes full of resentment, his teeth were clenched, and his eyes seemed to be eager to eat Zhao Yang one by one, and his face was full of bruises, what kind of hatred can make a person's emotions so extreme?

"Zhao Yang, you would never have imagined that you would be where you are today, right?" This middle-aged man's face is a little hideous, and he looks a little scary, "Four years ago, my daughter was only fifteen years old, hehe, fifteen years old!" She's not even an adult yet! Just like this, you were ruined and died, your Zhao family is powerful, I don't dare to provoke, the head of the Zhao family can do anything, but Dudu has always been partial to you in your affairs, and now I can finally accuse you of your crimes! ”

"No, you're slandering! **Naked slander, how could I do such a thing, Dad, Dad, don't believe him, this person is full of nonsense, it must be Zhao... The young master instructed him. Zhao Yang's face was full of horror and he yelled.

Zhao Wuji's face was also a little ugly, and said, "Are you sure you didn't lie?" ”

The middle-aged man seemed to have been aroused by the hatred he once had, and at this time, he couldn't even care about Zhao Wuji's identity, he had already been burned by hatred, and he let out a strange cry from his mouth: "What kind of person are you Zhao Yang, everyone in Yanjing knows it, do you still need me to slander it?" Poor my fifteen-year-old daughter is now a pile of loess. Woo..."

In front of so many people, this middle-aged man actually slipped down tears and was heartbroken: "You compensate my well-behaved and sensible daughter!" ”

Zhao Yang muttered repeatedly: "Slander, it's all slander, slander ......"

With the first one, there is a second, and soon another person stood up, surprisingly, this person turned out to be the first master of contemporary lyricism in the Shu Empire, named Ou Xia, four years ago suddenly made a poem and moved the world, and the poets of the entire continent can also rank in the top ten, such an existence, but three points higher than the calligraphy master.

There was no joy or sorrow on his face, although those old things left eternal scars in his heart, but he had seen it, the past was unbearable, and now he wanted to reopen the scars, but he sighed long and said slowly: "Everyone should know that Lao Yu made a poem four years ago, right?" ”

Everyone nodded in unison, this poem is full of sadness and sadness, it is the ultimate expression of heartache, and everyone who has read this poem is in tears, which also makes this poem a classic of this era.

"Hate parting, yin and yang separation, a hundred thousand locks in the heart..."The old man slowly immersed himself in the painful memory that could not be looked back, "There are four sons in the family, and there are eight grandchildren, but the grandsons are young and frivolous, and they clash with others, and they all die overnight, and the four sons retaliate, and they all die overnight, and the white-haired people send the black-haired people, and the old man finally realizes this taste." ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone was shocked!

Everyone knows that Ou Xianai is a highly respected master, and they also know that his family is full of children and grandchildren, and he is a happy old man.

But four years ago, Master Ou Xia suddenly left Yanjing, not only did he disappear, but even the Ou family with him disappeared, as if he had never appeared in Yanjing, and many people were surprised and puzzled at that time, three months after Master Ou Xia disappeared, he came back, but he was the only one who came back.

On the same day, he composed the famous poem "Qingqiu Night" that moved the world, and since then he has stepped into the ranks of real masters in the mainland, and directly stepped into the top ten.

But he never thought that his four sons and eight grandsons would all die!

His partner passed away a long time ago, which most people know, that is to say, four sons and eight grandchildren, all of whom were buried by him, an old man with gray sideburns and dying of wood, but at this time he encountered such a tragic situation, the pain of the world, nothing more than this, they finally understood, finally understood why this poem can be so touching.

When encountering such a thing, the deep pain is the source of this poem, and their minds recall those sentences again, the miserable pain of deep throat dripping blood in those sentences, and each sentence seems to be sending out a cry from the soul, and they seem to have deepened their understanding of this word to a higher level.

Only by knowing this story can we taste the true meaning of this poem.

"Bang!" The floor around Zhao Wuji shattered, his face was swollen red, and he was extremely angry, which made the muscles on his face a little deformed, and a killing intent spread, and finally enveloped Zhao Yang's body, frightening Zhao Yang to urinate incontinence, his face turned pale, and his mouth was silent again and again: "It's over... Finished... The damn old man killed me. ”

But that's not the end of it, there are thirds, fourths, fifths...... Among the hundreds of people present, more than half of them have been directly or indirectly persecuted by Zhao Yang, and the remaining half also despise Zhao Yang's people, although some of them are not much better than this, but they dare not compare with a figure like Zhao Yang, is this still a person? It's worse than a brute!

Almost everyone present said something, and the words were conclusive, with a sincere and sad expression, no one exaggerated the truth, but these things were enough to let Zhao Yang die ten thousand times.

There are so many evil things that even ten days and ten nights may not be able to be finished.

Zhao Yang is full of evil deeds, it is difficult to write, everything is enough to make people cut a thousand knives, and so many things are from his hands, this can no longer be described in words, he is more hated than the famous demon killing Geng Wuqiu in the empire, and the surname dyed in Zhao Yang's hands is not one thousand but eight hundred, even if he goes to hell, he will suffer the heaviest torture in hell.

Zhao Wuji pointed at Zhao Yang with trembling hands, and suddenly spurted out a mouthful of bright red blood, sprinkled all over the ground, the bright red blood looked so miserable, this father, was angry with his own son and spurted blood, and the mysterious power in his body also made a lot of trouble, so that he was seriously injured all of a sudden, and he was seriously injured by anger, and he may not be able to find an example in the whole world, but now there is such an example.

If you say someone else's words, Zhao Wuji still doesn't believe it, but the lyricist master Ou Xia's words, he has to believe it, Ou Xia's character can stand the test, Zhao Wuji has visited many times, but he was turned away, he was still wondering before, why Master Ou Xia was very gentle to others, but he was so unkind to the Zhao family?

Now, he understands!

Everything is clear!

But he still had the last glimmer of hope, he transmitted the message to Zhao Yang's four guards and summoned them over, but the four guards had already learned about the matter here just now, and now how dare they hide it anymore, they suddenly trembled and said everything like pouring beans, and finally begged for mercy in horror: "Family master, all this is ordered by the young master, if we don't listen, we will definitely die." Ask for forgiveness! ”

was so angry that he spurted out a mouthful of blood again, Zhao Wuji finally died, it turned out that over the years, the obedient son in his eyes had done so many 'big things', and he, the father, acted as a protective umbrella behind his back.

Sighing slowly, he glanced at Zhao Yang, who was trembling with fright, and said sadly: "If you don't raise it, it's my father's fault." Xiaoyang, it's all my fault for being a father! ”

Just when Zhao Yang was pleasantly surprised, thinking that Zhao Wuji would not do anything to him, Zhao Wuji waved his hand lightly, and a mysterious force ten times stronger than before bombarded Zhao Yang......

(To be continued)