Touching his beard, Fushan looked at the little disciple kneeling in front of him, his most proud little disciple, his eyes were full of love.

Yan Yuheng had a rough life and went through hardships, although he was a native of Zhao State, his parents indirectly died in the hands of the Ling family, the guardian of Zhao State.

In order to prevent him from falling into pain and extricating himself, Fushan didn't tell him these things when he brought him back, but he didn't want him not to say it, but the words of those disciples in the door who were full of hatred towards Zhao Guo were listened to by Yan Yuheng.

And most of the disciples in Qingfeng Valley are from the Qin State.

I thought that if he hated Zhao State, then he would assist Yucheng to govern Qin State, and it would be good to attack Zhao State to relieve the depression in his heart, which would not be harmful to him, but he didn't expect that he would refuse Yucheng's solicitation and not want to make a move against Zhao State.

After that, it disappeared for another year.

Fushan didn't let people find out where he was, everything was as he wanted, but now he came back like this, wanting to get an answer from him.

Fushan couldn't help but wonder, where did he, a little disciple, go, and what impact did he suffer?

"If you ask what kind of person Lingsu is, then the first thing you need to ask is what position do you stand on?"

"I ......" Yan Yuheng was a little confused and didn't know how to reply.

Needless to say, Yuheng replied, Fu Shan continued: "If you are from the Qin State, Ling Su is naturally a demon full of evil, he did everything to win the war, set fire to the mountain pit and killed 300,000 soldiers of the Qin State, how many families were ruined, here, including your parents, right?" ”

“…… Right. ”

"But as a native of Zhao State, Ling Su is a real hero, and they are all members of the Ling family.

The Ling family blocked the enemy from attacking again and again, guarded the frontier from invasion, and finally in order to keep their country from being annexed by the enemy, the entire Ling family died on the battlefield, they paid so much and sacrificed so much, is their Ling family a hero to the Zhao country?

Now, you come and tell Weishi, Ling Su and the Ling family, what kind of people are they? ”

Yan Yuheng lowered his head and knelt there for a long time without making a sound, Fushan knew that this problem was not something that Yan Yuheng could figure out for a while, touched his beard and whispered to him: "Go back and think about it carefully, go." ”

"Yes, master."

After saying goodbye to Fushan, Yan Yuheng silently walked to his residence.

Pushing open the door and looking at the room that had not been taken care of for a long time and was already covered with dust, Yan Yuheng suddenly felt that this was not his home.

Thinking of that beautiful face uncontrollably in his mind, Yan Yuheng closed the door that he pushed open again, and leaned against the door reflexively and looked at the sky.

Until the sky gradually darkened, Yan Yuheng suddenly stood up straight and hurried towards the bottom of the mountain again.

No matter what kind of person Ling Su is, no matter what kind of person the Ling family is, although he can't completely sort out his thoughts now, he wants to return to him.

Take a look around him, maybe a little longer, and he'll understand.

When I rushed back to Zhao again in the stars and the moon, the weather was already in autumn.

This time and again, the distance between Qingfeng Valley and the capital of Zhao Guo, even if he hurried all the way without delay, it took him nearly two months.

ran directly to the martial arts training ground, thinking that he would meet the person who had been thinking about him for two months here, but he pounced.

People are not here.

Puzzled, he wandered around the martial arts training ground, and was looking for Yan Yuheng, who was looking for someone, when he suddenly heard the sound of swords adding to each other in the distance.

After a pause, he hurried towards the place where the noise was made.