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Zhan Zhichun was noncommittal, standing in the wind and snow, holding the purple jade flute, but he said: "Wei Qianfu, your mother is a prostitute in the Qinglou. ”

The voice fell.

Everyone was stunned.

These words are really dirty, and there is a suspicion of turning a corner and scolding herself into it, after all, since she and Wei Qianfu are uncles and nephews, Wei Qianfu's mother is naturally her grandmother.

I want to provoke a demon cult leader by swearing.

Isn't that a bit whimsical?

"That's it?"

Wei Qianfu raised his eyebrows.

I also think it's a little incredible, although this niece has a face that annoys him, but I have to admit that compared with ordinary people, she does have a bit of quick thinking that breaks out of common sense.

Outcome.

That's it?

"I'm talking about your own mother."

Zhan Yingchun's expression was faint.

After seeing Wei Qianfu's expression change slightly, he asked with a smile on his face: "Wei Qianfu, you don't really think that a mother will treat her children differently just because of talent, right?" ”

"You weren't my grandmother's birth at all."

"It's your father, who secretly gave birth to an illegitimate child with a Qinglou woman, otherwise why does my grandmother always scold you for being a bastard with despicable talent, then wouldn't she even scold herself?"

"Haha."

The mockery on Zhan Chengchun's face was full of sarcasm.

Shaking his head, he continued: "It's a pity that you are still desperate to get my grandmother's approval, do you know that your existence is the greatest shame for her?" ”

"Do you know that it is your mother-killer who you are trying to please?"

Facing her burning gaze.

Wei Qianfu subconsciously wanted to avoid it, but he only dodged for a moment, and then forced himself to meet it, but his voice was not subdued, as stiff as a puppet: "Lie, otherwise how would I survive?" ”

Since it's a shame.

That should have killed him.

His, his mother, was the previous Master of the Hidden Mist Sect, and it was impossible for him to be controlled by others because of force.

"Because of your mother."

Zhan Chengchun's tone was a matter of course.

Tilting his head, the elf's ghostly face showed a bit of cruelty: "My grandmother is ruthless, and she treats human life like a mustard, but she makes a promise, and you know this." ”

"Wei Qianfu."

"Do you know how much your mother paid to keep you alive?"

She stopped here.

Wei Qianfu knew that he should stop the other party from continuing, otherwise what happened next would definitely get out of control, and Wei Jing was trying to provoke him and force him to make a move.

You shouldn't fall into a trap.

But this is a conspiracy.

Above board, in front of everyone, as if the power between heaven and earth is pressing, there is no way to hide, there is no way to avoid it.

"You weren't expected to be born, when he learned of your existence, your father was afraid of affecting his status in the Hidden Mist Sect, so he wanted to kill you, it was your own mother, who took you away overnight."

"A mother who didn't even have time to sit in confinement, with you, was able to escape for a thousand days."

"It's a pity."

"I was still caught, she should be a little smart, and she can actually say that my grandmother made a bet with her, and the bet is your life!"

Looking back now.

Naturally, I knew that I had won the bet.

Otherwise, Wei Qianfu would not be alive, but listening to Zhan Chengchun's narration, it still makes people feel thrilled, and there is no conflict between a promise and cruelty.

Even if the bet wins.

The price to pay is probably unimaginable.

"Burning on the 7749th day, the whole person is awake, but he can't make a sound, otherwise even if he loses, how did your mother, an ordinary person who has not cultivated immortals, persevere?"

"Returning to the elixir."

Zhan Zhichun asked and answered himself.

Then he said: "In the end, your mother's skin atrophied like black charcoal, only her belly was as big as a drum, and there were tens of thousands of Huiling pills inside, in order to keep her awake and feel the flames. ”

Seven seven forty-nine days.

Gambled to win his son's life.

Even if this is just an ordinary person, a woman from a Qinglou, but after listening to Zhan Chengchun's words, everyone still couldn't help but be in awe, as if they could see the scene of a woman struggling to persevere in the flames.

"She won."

"So you survived."

Zhan Chengchun said the result lightly, paused, and suddenly thought of something, and spoke again: "Oh, that's right." ”

"After she died, my grandmother wanted to make her a corpse soldier, after all, she was tortured and died before her death, and she often had great resentment and power after death, but she didn't succeed."

"I have to say, your mother is really a good woman."

"She didn't have any grievances, so her body was useless after death, so she was thrown away to feed the pigs."

Although he knows that the dead no longer feel pain.

But hearing that his mother couldn't even leave the whole body after her death, Wei Qianfu only felt his heart beat suddenly, as if he was mourning for the mother who had already died, his forehead was bruised, and in the wind and snow, he couldn't feel the slightest chill.

"And."

Zhan Chengchun stared at him.

Slowly showed a smile and continued: "Do you know what your mother said before she died, she said: Mrs. Wei, I have a relationship with your husband, I am sorry for you, I am innocent of death, but Wen Yu is still young, she must not remember me, she will definitely treat you as her own mother, I just ask you to treat him well." ”

"You're probably the first time you know."

"Wen Yu is the name your mother gave you."

Wen Yu.

Wei Qianfu murmured silently.

Probably taken from the gentleman of words, Wen Qi is like jade, if his mother was not caught back then, if he grew up next to his biological mother, he would probably be like his name.

And not like it is now.

Even Yunya was disappointed in him, and would rather commit suicide by poison than stay by his side any longer.

"Actually, how can you blame her?"

Zhan Zhichun's face smiled even deeper, and he unveiled a more cruel past with a smile: "Although your mother was born in a Qinglou, she is a clean man who sells her art but not her body, and she has saved enough money to redeem herself, but she met your father when she sang for the last time. ”

"Your father was greedy for beauty and forced her regardless of the rules."

"And then there is you, the evil seed, if it weren't for you, with her talent, she could have found two people, Qin Se and Ming for a lifetime, instead of burning in the fire and dying without a place to be buried!"

Wei Qianfu was hit hard.

I subconsciously wanted to turn around to look at Yun Ya, but there was no one on my side except for the snowstorm.

The loved one is dead.

The only person who loved him was also dead.

The enemy of the world.

"Wei Jing!"

He gritted his teeth and said these two words, eager to chop him to death on the spot, but this followed the other party's wish, and he was in the plan, Wei Qianfu's heart beat like a drum, and he only felt that there seemed to be a fire burning in his chest.

The humiliation of childhood.

Everything is explained, and waves of resentment rush to reason, but with the last shred of self-control.

He controls his body.

Turn around and walk towards the rope.

Wei Jing went around in a big circle and said so much, but there was only one purpose, to let himself kill her personally, and the two of them would die together, and he would never follow each other's wishes.

"This is your mother's relic."

One word.

Wei Qianfu paused.

There was a kind of falling into the other party's calculations step by step, knowing that there must be a trap ahead, knowing that the sugar must be wrapped in poison, but he still couldn't help but walk over and take a look, eat it and taste it.

He didn't go any further.

It's about turning back.

Zhan Chengchun took a bloody coat and said slowly: "This is the only thing my father can leave for your mother at that time, before he died, he asked me to apologize to you on behalf of him and grandma, and explain the cause and effect to you." ”

"But I think this past incident, this dress will definitely have a chance to be used in the future."

"Look, don't you use it now?"

She said.

While using skillful force to throw the clothes in the opposite direction.

Wei Qianfu's eyes stared at the bloody clothes without turning, intellectually, even if the clothes looked normal, but just in case, he shouldn't take it, or even destroy it directly.

But emotionally.

This is the only relic left by his own mother, and it is also proof that there is another person in this world besides Yunya, who loves him so much that he does not hesitate to endure the pain of fire.

Even if there are traps in the possession of drugs.

He couldn't help but reach out.

The bloody coat was thrown over, almost touching his fingertips.

Suddenly cracked into pieces.

Wei Qianfu's eyes widened in disbelief.

"Hah!"

"Hahaha!"

The bloody clothes were torn into pieces, and they scattered with the wind and snow, revealing Zhan Chengchun's smiling face behind her, she smiled, and then the smile deepened, and in the end, she actually covered her stomach and laughed happily.

"Ah, my mother's only relic was also destroyed by me."

"Haha, Wei Qianfu, you yourself said that I was born evil, do you really think that I am the same as my father, and I will feel sympathy and guilt for you?"

"What about your poor background, what about your mother's tragic death, what can this change, you are a bastard with inferior talents, a mischief who should not be born, I don't know what your mother thinks."

"If it were me, I would have strangled you to death in your lifetime!"

She laughed maniacally as she spoke.

The laughter was full of mockery, and it seemed that he could hear the malice of fate towards him, and the thread that Wei Qianfu kept his sanity was completely broken, and his eyes were red, looking at Zhan Chengchun.

The figure rushed to her like a ghost.

"You're damned!"

Hit it out with a palm.

Both of them flew backwards at the same time.

The Qingyunmen disciple saw it in his eyes, and a living hope suddenly rose in his heart, it seemed that the elf and ghostly girl was right, Wei Qianfu couldn't kill her personally, otherwise she would be counterattacked.

And that girl has now managed to provoke the other party.

This also shows that there is a high probability that the two will die together, and the Demon Sect will have no leader, and the dragons will have no leader, so there is a high probability that they will also return.

"Poof!"

Zhan Chengchun fell to the ground, vomiting a mouthful of blood from the side of his head.

Her entire chin was stained red with blood, but she was still laughing wildly, looking at Wei Qianfu's gaze, full of mockery and malice.

Moment.

Wei Qianfu seemed to see her humble humiliation and bullying in her childhood.

But then he was able to comfort himself.

As long as he surpasses his brother, as long as he can cultivate, as long as he becomes more and more powerful, his mother will see him one day, and now, the person who should have done his filial piety has long since died.

What he has been currying favor with is the enemy who kills his mother!

"Ahhh

Wei Qianfu was so angry that he shattered all his senses, regardless of the injuries on his body and the prohibition set in his blood, he rushed towards Zhan Chengchun again at a high speed, and his fist struck out with an afterimage.

Under a strong force.

Zhan Chengchun was knocked into the air and fell heavily, and the snow in front of him seemed to turn blood red.

She must have been beaten to a pig's head by now.

Blinked.

Sure enough, there was a warm liquid flowing down, and she couldn't fight back after being beaten to the point of bleeding, it was really embarrassing, but if she was beaten, the bloodline ban would not work, and she clenched the purple jade flute.

Use a flute as a crutch.

Supporting her upper body and slowly getting up, and then her five senses gradually returned, she saw what happened in the short time she fell from mid-air.

"Chun'er, run!"

While trying his best to block Wei Qianfu, who had lost his mind, Master Zhan screamed and told her to escape.

Yourself and the world are right.

She was willing to sacrifice.

But why did she have to sacrifice her daughter, Zhan had no time to weigh the pros and cons and divide the severity, she only knew that she couldn't watch her daughter being beaten to death in front of her.

"Run!"

"Run away!"

She is not Wei Qianfu's opponent at all, even if the magic weapon is exhausted, for Wei Qianfu, who is bent on revenge and can no longer feel pain, it is just an itch.

Step back.

But the daughter who has always been clever and agile and the most life-sparing is now standing in place like a fool, covered in blood.

"Run!"

Zhan Zhangmen knew that he couldn't stop it.

Every time she resisted, she felt a deep sense of powerlessness, and Zhan Yingchun smiled and asked her daughter or the righteous path of the world which was more important, and her daughter was still intact at that time, how could she think of it at that time.

But only for a short time.

His daughter is dying.

"Chun'er, escape!"

Wei Qianfu finally broke through her defense, and Zhan Zhangmen knelt on the ground, looking at Zhan Chengchun, who was motionless not far away, and roared hoarsely, but it was like a cuckoo crying blood.

She regretted it.

But at this time, except for letting Zhan Chengchun escape, she didn't even have a chance to answer her question again.

Wei Qianfu is getting closer and closer.

Zhan Chengchun's gaze was fixed on Zhan Zhangmen, and there was a warm liquid flowing in his eyes, probably tears, which took away the blood in her eyes, so that she could see her mother clearly, and then struggled to raise a smile.

It's too late.

What his little uncle did not do well.

But there is a saying that is true: "Being a man is like putting a bow, swearing to die and never looking back." "Besides, she can't go back now.

Wei Qianfu was close to his eyes.

She closed her eyes.

Die in peace.

"Soldiers."

"Fighter."

Mu Qingxue's voice sounded unexpectedly.

In front of Qingyun Gate.

A wave of righteousness rose to the sky, and Wei Qianfu, as an excluded person, was forced to retreat a hundred meters away like a piece of paper rolled up by the wind.

One after another, exclamations suddenly sounded behind him.

"Master Zu!"

What the heck?

Zhan Chengchun coughed a few times, her lungs seemed to have been burned by fire, and even the blood gushed up, like a knife blade grinding, she wiped a handful of blood and looked back.

"Is it really Master Zu?"

In front of Qingyun Gate.

Suddenly, there were groups of people standing with swords, some men and women, some old and young, some in ragged clothes, with vicissitudes on their faces, and some with long jade bodies and starry eyes.

Most people have unfamiliar faces.

But ten of them.

Actually the ancestor of Qingyunmen, these ten people are not only the openers of the head of the righteous path of Qingyunmen, but also the founders of the struggle between good and evil, evil is invincible, so the portraits of the ten people are not only circulated in Qingyunmen.

"Resurrection of souls?"

Zhan Chengchun looked confused.

"It's the soul of the hero."

Mu Qingxue's eyes were not without feelings, she had a successful epiphany, her temperament was different from usual, and she had a bit of grandmaster style, after explaining, she looked at the demon sect army and said, "All, move forward in the array!" ”

The voice fell.

Different from the pus-filled waste left over from the current sect and the flattering villains who are flattering and bullying, this group of ancestors of Qingyunmen, whether they are dressed in rags or gorgeous, are all bright-eyed and upright.

At this time, the action is uniform and kills the Demon Cult.

Like a green cloud sword out of the sheath.

Sharp and upright.

With the power of the Brilliant Heaven and the irresistible momentum, against the hundreds of thousands of Demon Sect troops, the long sword was like chopping melons and vegetables, and it quickly collapsed.

A place that lives next to the Demon Cult.

Naturally not a good place.

Millennia ago.

Qingyunmen was the most humble and least valued small sect, so small that the righteous path sect at that time disdained to be with it, and rushed to the place where it lived next to the demon sect.

It's not the current sect location.

But farther away, on a small hill, now even the villagers of the village are reluctant to go there, disgusted that it is too desolate, and the land is not easy to plant, but at that time, the territory of Qingyunmen was only that mountain.

Go further.

Hundreds of miles and thousands of miles belong to the Demon Sect.

There are no reinforcements in the future, and the Demon Sect often comes to harass them, Qingyunmen has a good name, but it is hovering on the verge of being wiped out every year, and finally one day, the disciples of the Demon Sect pass by and slaughter the door.

The combat effectiveness of adults is all dead.

There was only one old Taoist priest who was taken in to cook, and ten children who were hidden in rice jars and water tanks.

survived.

But there is another more real problem to face.

There is no rice.

Winter is coming soon, heavy snow is closing the road, and now they don't want to find a way to store food for the winter, and after a heavy snowfall, they are forced to be trapped with the Demon Cult, and there is only one way to die.

Existential moments.

Face is nothing anymore.

The old Taoist priest took ten children and went to the Righteous Sect, smiling shyly, begging them to look at the children's faces, give them some New Year's money, and look for them one by one.

Better.

Treat them as beggars, make fun of them and send them away, and if they have a bad heart, they deliberately tease the old Taoist priest and let him be the turtle king, and roll down the long mountain road ladder before he is willing to give rice.

The old Taoist priest responded with a smile.

I finally got enough rice to eat for the winter.

However, that evening.

He couldn't figure it out, he couldn't figure out that he was a lot old, and he was going to be humiliated and made fun of, so he took his belt, hung it on the beam, kicked the stool, and wanted to hang himself.

It's a pity that Qingyunmen is so poor that he is dying.

The quality of the beams is not good, it has long been eaten by termites, and the sound of falling heavily to the ground woke up the ten children, the old Taoist priest and the ten children hugged their heads and cried, although they knew that the road ahead was difficult, but finally there was no intention to die

Afterwards.

Qingyunmen dwells in that small hill.

Because it was too remote and desolate, it avoided being slaughtered by the Demon Sect again, and the sect of the righteous path had never seen the old Taoist priest begging for rice again, so they guessed that the eleven people might have starved to death, and the small sect was just a small sect, so there was no need to care.

Ten years have passed.

The strength of the Demon Sect is overwhelming, and it is difficult for the righteous sect to protect itself, so they began to discuss surrender very spinelessly, and the only people who fought were also regarded as a joke about not being able to measure themselves and blocking the car.

The Demon Cult at that time.

A little bit of it can defeat good with evil.

On the eve of the Zhengdao sect gathering and preparing to submit to the Demon Sect, they all suddenly received a letter, which was written by the ten children who begged for rice at the beginning, declaring that the territory of Qingyunmen was too small and that they were ready to expand to the Demon Sect.

Everyone took it as a joke.

And then the next day.

With the strength of only ten people, he fought three hundred miles into the Demon Sect.

The whole world was shocked.

Those righteous sects that had already signed the contract of submission tore up the contract on the spot, saying that they were just confused for a while, and finally came to their senses, were condemned by their conscience, and decided not to join the demon sect.

From the ten ancestors.

Qingyunmen started the road to rise, once fought into the Demon Sect for three hundred miles, and also lost his armor and lost his territory, but he did not give up from generation to generation, and when he was killed one step back, he gritted his teeth and took three steps forward.

Returning to the loess.

The soul is still there.

The way that his grandmother came up with to break the game was not to rely on Qingyunmen's current wine bags and rice bags at all, but to summon the heroic souls of Qingyunmen from generation to generation.

Combatants.

It's all them.

After listening to Mu Qingxue's explanation, Zhan Zhichun also felt a little emotional, but the heroic soul is only a soul after all, and without people's spiritual flexibility, although the Hidden Mist Sect cannot form an army, it can retreat to the mountain and wait for the heroic soul to disappear.

The thought just came to mind.

The purple jade flute suddenly moved, and it actually broke away from her hand, flew into the air, and landed on the hands of a person, no, it should be a heroic soul.

And that heroic soul was-

"Your grandma?"

Zhan Chengchun and Mu Qingxue glanced at each other, each other was shocked, the figure suspended in mid-air was definitely Mu Qingxue's grandmother, and the eyes of the two were exactly the same.

But here's the thing.

How is it still a little similar to Zhan Zhichun?

Especially the temperament of the body, it seems to be Mu Qingxue's cold and peerless skin, but there is Zhan Cheng's pure ghostly and evil soul, and when he blows the purple jade flute, it is even more like.

"It's someone from the Hidden Mist Sect?"

Zhan Zhichun continued what he had just said, and after seeing the flute sound, the army of the Hidden Mist Sect, including his little uncle, suddenly stiffened, and after letting the Qingyunmen Heroic Soul slash without moving, he was even more sure.

"It should just be a study of the cultivation method of the Demon Sect."

She had heard her mother say that.

Grandma has always been eclectic about the method of cultivation, and it is not surprising that she has studied the Demon Sect and knows a little bit of the Demon Sect.

"Nope."

Zhan Chengchun shook his head and explained to her: "What your grandmother is playing is a demon suppression song, which complements the purple jade flute, the former must be blown by the latter to work, but the latter can only be blown by a specific bloodline. ”

"For example, Wei Qianfu can't blow the purple jade flute."

"Because this flute was made by my grandmother's father, and the closer it is to its bloodline, the more effective it will be when it is played, and my father can use the flute sound to control the people of the Hidden Mist Sect to do simple movements, and I can only make them shake their minds."

"Your grandmother can actually make them stay motionless and wait for death, this blood is purer than my father."

She was amazed.

When he was about to discuss it for a while, he suddenly saw the figure of Wei Qianfu slowly falling down on the battlefield, so he stopped his voice, walked to his corpse, squatted down, and took out a bloody coat from the Qiankun bag.

Slowly draped on the body of this little uncle.

The bloody clothes just now were fake, this was his mother's relic, and Yu Guang noticed that Wei Qianfu's right hand was bandaged with a bow.

Dust to dust, dust to dust.

The tribulations, humiliation, and pride of his life have now disappeared with death, and all that accompanies him is the handkerchief in which Yunya bandages his wounds and a bloody dress before his mother's death.

[Mission completed, do you return to space?] 】

Be.

[Do you keep the clones and implant them with memories during the mission?] 】

Not.

[Countdown to Return to Space: 10, 9, 8......]

Yin Cai exhaled slowly.

In a world where Xianxia gods and Buddhas exist, the confinement restrictions on the tasker are often the most, because this is a world where the individual is theoretically strong enough to challenge the way of heaven.

And compared to the indigenous.

The tasker who has experienced many worlds has an extremely obvious advantage, if the tasker rebels and becomes a drama spirit, he can even replace the way of heaven and change the rules.

So the natives can be strong at will.

Taskers are often restricted, strong are limited, this invisible rule, Yin Cai has always felt a little aggrieved, I hope the next world is modern society.

Last second before leaving.

Suddenly noticed a tree in the distance, Xie Kongting's obsessive figure loomed and was slowly disappearing, which was a sign that the obsession was about to be completed.

And his obsession.

Yin Cai followed the other party's gaze.

Huang Yirui.

I don't know what happened a hundred years ago, there is a high probability that it is also a love-hate relationship, Xie Kongting's obsession is not only to escape from Qingyunmen, but also to want to see Huang Yirui again.

Even if it is for this side, he has to go back to the place where he painted the ground as a prison.

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It's dark.