Chapter 19: Determination

Xuan Ming couldn't help frowning when he saw the person in front of him, the disgust in his eyes was forcefully suppressed, and a question immediately arose in his heart: What is he doing here? When he was talking to Jin Se and Ming Long about the news from all parties before, he suspected that he was the mastermind behind the assassin of the Phantom Pavilion to destroy the imperial court, and now it is determined that he is the third-party force involved in the battle for the storage position. He is coming to the Phantom Pavilion now, isn't it a little too public?

"Xuan Ming, how long has it been since you saw your father. Why is there no courtesy at all! A majestic shout came from the back of the chamber, echoing in the small and empty space, hitting Xuan Ming's eardrums like waves.

Xuan Ming came back to his senses, clenched his fists, and was about to kneel down on one knee, but heard Shangguan Hong's voice:

"The pavilion master doesn't have to care about this, Shangguan used to be a martial artist and didn't care about this. Not to mention that he is my son. ”

As he spoke, he reached out and put his hand on Xuan Ming's shoulder, and Xuan Ming subconsciously took a step back and dodged his palm. Xuan Ming obviously felt a trace of stiffness in Shangguan Hong's hand, stayed in the air for a moment, and then retracted under the cloak stupidly.

"Hehehe••••" The pavilion master hidden behind the secret room suddenly laughed and continued: "Since Lord Shangguan is so informal, then I can't say anything. Your father and son have met today, and I can't bother here. Xuan'er suddenly changed to a more stern tone:

"Xuan Ming, Lord Shangguan has come to see you from such a distance, you are not allowed to put on a cold appearance again. Have a good talk with your father. With that, there was no sound.

Xuan Ming took a deep breath and stood motionless, his brow furrowed, he didn't know what to say, but this completely silent environment made him feel uncomfortable. He looked at Shangguan Hong, who was less than two steps away in front of him, and suddenly felt extremely unfamiliar.

The man in front of him had some loose skin, his hair was beginning to show a gray color, and there were deep forehead lines on his forehead, like furrows, describing the years he had experienced. He was still dressed in unsmiling clothes, and there were deep nasolabial folds on both sides of his nose, reflecting his resolute and sharp gaze, making him exude a sense of incompatible majesty. The beard on the top of his lips covered his lips, and his emotions could not be seen. But Xuan Ming could see from the expression of his eyes how he felt about himself, as if a person who wanted to touch the hedgehog, his heart was extremely longing, but after all, he was afraid of the fluffy thorn.

Xuan Ming couldn't remember the last time he saw Shangguan Hong, was it seven years or nine years? When Xuan was thinking about it, Shangguan Hong's hand had already put on his shoulder, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was so obvious:

"Okay, Xuan'er, you've grown so tall. Already taller than me! These words stimulated Xuan Ming in an instant, and he looked at the old man in front of him again, as if inadvertently, his figure had become shorter. This time, he didn't dodge Shangguan Hong's hand, and let him hold his shoulder.

"So, I haven't seen you in ten years. The last time I saw you, it was when you had just entered the fourth floor of the Phantom Pavilion, and you were still so young. As he spoke, Shangguan Hong gestured with his hand.

"Oh. I was a kid at the time. Xuan Ming replied coldly, turned sideways, he felt uncomfortable, so he also began to greet him:

"How? The new concubines you married behind you weren't killed by your wife, right? "When he said this. Xuan Ming also felt that he was carrying great emotions in it, but the words had been spoken, and he couldn't take them back. When Shangguan Hong heard this, he was obviously stunned and sighed:

"Xuan'er, I know you resent me. But that's been a long time, and it's time to let go. Xuan Ming glanced at Shangguan Hong with low eyes, and a hint of ridicule rose at the corner of his mouth:

"Lord Shangguan, don't call the wrong name. My name is Xuan Ming, and I am the killer of the Phantom Underworld. Shangguan Xuan was already dead. As soon as the words came out, Shangguan Hong's hand on Xuan Ming's shoulder stiffened obviously, and he slowly retracted it after a while. He looked at Xuan Ming, frowning tightly, the things in his eyes were too complicated, he didn't know what to say.

Do you want to tell him that none of the concubines he married can enter his heart, and he did it so that he would not face his wife's ugly face. But I'm afraid no one will believe these words.

So, fell into a deep silence.

The inside of the secret room was extremely quiet, and Xuan Ming and Shangguan Hong stood facing each other. It seems that at this point, they will no longer communicate with each other except breathing the same air.

"Xuan'er, are you okay? I heard you were hurt. In the end, it was Shangguan Hong who broke the silence and cast a concerned gaze at Xuan Ming. Xuan Ming looked up at him, and suddenly felt a pain in the wound, he couldn't help but gasp, but on the surface, he still pretended not to care:

"Nothing. I was hit by a poison dart during a mission before, and it's out of the way. Shangguan Hong's hanging heart fell, and the corners of his mouth raised a subtle smile, and he didn't let go slightly:

"That's good, that's good." But he said no more. At this time, Xuan Ming wanted Shangguan Hong to be able to say something, and he didn't have to bother to ask again, you know, how uncomfortable it was to question his father, not to mention that he had great resentment towards this father.

Time passed minute by minute, Shangguan Hong still didn't react at all, and Xuan Ming gradually began to lose his patience. Counting the time, it should be almost dawn. Just when Xuan Ming was irritable, Shangguan Hong suddenly turned his back to his body:

"I thought you would say something to me. And you don't want to see me. Xuan'er, I know that I am ashamed of you in this life, and I am even more ashamed of your mother. A few days ago, I heard that the pavilion master said that you were injured, so I wanted to come and see you, but I didn't want to •••••• it, or not, or not. Since you have nothing to say to me, I will not force it on you. As long as you have a good life, I'll go back first. Then he walked to the little door from which he came.

"Wait!" Xuan Ming suddenly took a step forward, and hurriedly shouted to Shangguan Hong, who was about to leave, Shangguan Hong came back to his senses and looked at him, his eyes were full of expectations. Xuan Ming paused and continued:

"Do you want to take the throne?" As soon as the words came out, Shangguan Hong's voice changed, his face was covered with a layer of clouds, his eyes were as sharp as the Tao, and he looked at Xuan Ming:

"Where did you hear that?" The sound was as cold as ice. Hearing this, Xuan Ming could basically be sure that his and Jin Se's speculation was correct. He suddenly felt extremely distressed, but he still asked without giving up:

"Why?" Xuan Ming's question is full of emotion. But Shangguan Hong's answer made him completely chilled.

"Who wants to be a courtier for the rest of their lives? What's more, I helped him up as the emperor. After speaking, he flicked his sleeves: "This matter has nothing to do with you, you just need to be your killer, and you shouldn't care about the rest." ”

After saying that, he lowered himself and slipped into the small door of the secret room. Only Xuan Ming was left standing alone.

Xuan Ming suddenly felt very cold, as if he had fallen into a bottomless ice lake, no matter how he struggled, in addition to the endless cold water around him, it was frozen ice.