Chapter 18: Father and Son's Views

The desert night was cold, and the cool breeze came into the house through the cracks in the windows, with a whining cry. Xuan Ming put down the water glass that had been held in his hand for a long time, and couldn't help but tighten his collar. He let out a deep sigh as he realized that there were traces of tears sliding across his face. At this time, it has been dried by the cold air, leaving only a dry track, still exuding a salty taste.

Xuan Ming couldn't help but pull out a sneer, nearly twenty years have passed since these things, why is he still thinking about it, and he can't stop thinking about it. The gray memories were like a swamp of mud, grabbing his heart and dragging him into the bottomless abyss, and no matter how much he struggled, his hands and feet were as heavy as lead, and he had to drown himself in the rotting and stinking sludge until he suffocated.

Twenty years ago, it snowed for nearly half a month. Shangguan Hong walked into the courtyard where Xuan Ming's mother used to live early in the morning. It's a mess, and it seems like no one has cleaned it for a long time. The rice paper on the window lattice had been torn a lot, and a cold wind was entering the house through the holes.

Shangguan Hong couldn't bear it a little, he hadn't been here for a long time, if he hadn't found a place for Xuan'er now, he wouldn't have been able to bear to come here. Xuan Ming appeared in front of him at this time, the padded jacket on his body was obviously smaller, and his wrists and ankles were exposed to the cold wind, and they were red from the cold. Xu is usually naughty, and the padded jacket on his body also has a few holes, and the tears in the fabric reveal some dirty cotton wool. Shangguan Hong couldn't believe that this was his son, and he almost said in a trembling voice:

"Xuan'er, how did you become like this?" After saying that, he instinctively squatted down, wanting to take his son into his arms, but he didn't want to face Shang Xuanming's cold and ice-like face. That was not the expression that a child should have, and he could see that the hatred in Xuan Ming's eyes was so obvious.

"It's not all because of you. If it weren't for you, how could my mother have been killed by your wife? If it weren't for my mother's death, how could so many people have bullied me? Xiao Xuanming almost gritted his teeth and said these words. Hearing this, Shangguan Hong's ears seemed to have thousands of knives stuck into his chest. His smile was a little distorted, but he still opened his hands:

"Not anymore. Xuan'er, father will take you away now, let's leave here, okay? There was some hesitation in Xuan Ming's eyes, and he wrinkled his brows:

"Where are you going?" He still didn't take a step towards where Shangguan Hong was. Shangguan Hong's expression began to stiffen:

"A place where no one else has been. There are the best masters there to teach you martial arts, and no one will dare to bully you after you know martial arts. ”

"Really?" A hint of suspicion flashed in Xuan Ming's eyes.

"Really. Do you want to go? ”

"When are we leaving?" Shangguan Hong didn't expect Xuan Ming to react like this, when did this child start to become like this? He didn't know, but he understood that the resentment in Xuan Ming's heart at this time was the ultimate reason for his rebellion. This is also something he can take advantage of. He smiled affirmatively:

"Anytime." Xuan Ming still had a wooden expression, he looked at Shangguan Hong in front of him, and pursed the corners of his mouth:

"Now then. I have what I need to bring. After saying that, he walked straight out the door. Shangguan Hong was stunned for a moment, his heart was hurt by something, he slowly stood up and looked at Xuan Ming's back. When did his son become like this, although he used to be naughty, he was not so ruthless. It's all his wife's fault, he ruined his son. I couldn't help but feel an inexplicable anger in my heart. However, he is also faintly thanking his wife, who needs such a cold killer at this time.

But even so, he made up his mind that he would never pay attention to his wife again.

After saying that, he went out of the courtyard.

Suddenly, Xuan Ming's thoughts were disrupted by a knock on the door. He frowned, staring alarmistly at the door. It was only when there was a second knock on the door that he deliberately pretended to be lazy and asked:

"Who?"

"Senior brother, the pavilion master is looking for you." A timid voice came from outside the door.

Xuan Ming subconsciously turned his head out of the window. It's the middle of the night, and the pavilion master is looking for him what he can do now, although he thinks so, he still slowly replies:

"Oh, got it. I'll go right away, you wait for me. After speaking, he couldn't help frowning, he felt more and more that what had happened recently was very strange, especially today when he heard Jin Se say that the eldest prince had confirmed that the third party force who wanted to win the throne was Shangguan Hong, his mood became extremely irritable. Even though he and Shangguan Hong have broken off the father-son relationship, he is still his blood relative, which can't help but make him a little uncomfortable, and more worried about whether he will meet him one day.

Xuan Ming thought as he put on his clothes. When the body stretches, it pulls the wound that he has not healed long, and it hurts. He gritted his teeth and held back. Open the door and go out.

A little boy no more than fifteen years old standing at the door, bowed his head slightly, showing a cowardly look, and saw himself bent over:

"Hello senior brother." Xuan Ming hurriedly put his index finger to his mouth and made a silent motion:

"Everyone else is sleeping, and it's a little quieter." With that, he went downstairs, and the boy caught up with him, following him closely. Xuan Ming seemed to suddenly remember something:

"It's so late, what's the matter with the pavilion master looking for me?" After speaking, he squinted at the boy behind him. The boy bowed and shook his head:

"It's not very clear. The pavilion lord said that there is a distinguished guest who wants to see you. Xuan Ming saw that he couldn't ask anything in the child's mouth, so he quickened his pace.

By the time he reached the door of the chamber, the boy had already left with a sense of humor. At this time, Xuan Ming couldn't help but feel a little more suspicious in his heart, but he still pressed the wrench of the mechanism. Go into the chamber.

The secret room was still brightly lit, and Xuan Ming couldn't open his eyes a little, and he tried to frown so that he could see everything in front of him clearly.

"Xuan Ming, I heard that you were injured, are you better now?" It was the voice of the pavilion master, cold with a majesty that could not be ignored. Xuan Ming immediately knelt down on one knee and clasped his hands into fists:

"Thank you for your concern, it's a lot better."

"Xuan Ming, I called you late at night this time to let you see a distinguished guest, you straighten up." Xuan Ming straightened up in response, and now his eyes could adjust to the light in the secret room. He saw the small door facing from the chamber slowly open, and out of it stepped out a man, his body wrapped in a black cloak, his face hidden under his hat, and only a wisp of beard was visible. Xuan Ming couldn't help but be a little puzzled, this person's figure looked very familiar, but he really couldn't remember it.

The man walked a step away from Xuan Ming and stopped, stood in front of Xuan Ming, stretched out his hand from under the cloak, and pulled down his hat, Xuan Ming suddenly frowned, because in front of him was a face that he was extremely familiar with and hated.

Shangguan Hong.