"Rebel, you rebel!" Mrs. Wen followed behind Wen Jiugong, who was full of solemnity, and ran to see the scene in the house, she couldn't help but shed tears, and said sadly, "In vain, your grandmother loves you so much, how can you do such a rebellious thing?" ”

Behind his husband and wife, there is the head of the Wudang faction, the head of the Qingrang Dao, and the head of the Huashan faction, Jing Shanghua, who has always been highly respected in the decent martial arts, and there are three or five people who follow, and they are also famous in the rivers and lakes.

"Jiugong was originally to invite everyone to come and discuss the anti-demon plan, but I didn't want to be unhappy at home, which made you laugh." Wen Jiugong sighed, knelt on his knees, and burst into tears, "Mother, the child is a step too late after all." ”

"Master Wen Zhuang and don't be sad, let the poor go to see the situation of the old lady first." Qing let the Taoist chief speak.

"No need, the old lady is already immortal." Jing raised his eyebrows and eyes were frosty, and coldly stopped everyone. He opened his mouth to Wen Shu, but he didn't look at him, but pressed towards Wen Jiugong step by step, "Ah Shu, do you know why your grandmother is willing to drink that bowl of poison ginseng tea?" In addition to the reason she told you, it was because she was worried that if she didn't, Wen Jiugong would be impatient to poison you who were defenseless! ”

Qing Rang Daoist and Jing Shanghua glanced at each other, and there was shock in their eyes, but because the situation was unclear, neither of them spoke.

"Nonsense!" Mrs. Wen was extremely sad and angry, and pointed at Jing Yang angrily.

"Ah Shu," Jing Yang didn't pay attention to her at all, still staring at Wen Jiugong and speaking to Wen Shu word by word, "Your grandmother doesn't want you to avenge her, and she doesn't want you to bear the charge of killing your father and mother for the rest of your life, but I can't let her be harmed in vain, I will definitely pay for Wen Jiugong's blood debt!" ”

As he spoke, he had made a swift move, the power of that sword, the power of his life, and his love and hatred.

Overwhelming.

Wen Jiugong didn't block it at all.

He opened his arms and closed his eyes, waiting for the fatal blow.

Mrs. Wen was shocked, "Jiugong, you-"

Before the words fell, Qing Rang Dao Chang and Jing Shanghua had already made their moves, one blocked Jing Yang, and the other pulled Wen Jiugong to retreat quickly.

However, Jing Yang's sword was originally a sword that had never turned, and the awe-inspiring and prosperous sword qi was like destroying and decaying, and it still dealt a heavy blow to the unguarded Wen Jiugong.

"Brother Jing Yang, why is this so, but what is the misunderstanding?" Jing Shanghua opened his mouth to ask, the Huashan faction and the Tibetan Sword Villa have always been friends, and Jing Shanghua and Mrs. Wen have also been friends for many years, and they were puzzled when they saw this scene.

Jing Yang sneered, "Misunderstanding? The biggest misunderstanding in the world is that they all think that he Wen Jiugong is a heroic man of the world, but unfortunately he is just a despicable villain who kills his brother and mother! ”

Wen Jiugong was injured by the sword qi and vomited out a mouthful of blood, but he still struggled to say to Jing Yang: "Uncle Jing, you have followed your mother all your life, and you have also made great contributions to my Tibetan Sword Villa. ”

Jing Yang sneered, remembering Mrs. Wen's words and posture when she entered the house, and mocked: "Traitor, who are you referring to?" Ashu? ”

Wen Jiugong's face was sad, and his words were full of self-reproach, "It was I who taught my son no way to make him be confused by a traitor and commit such an unforgivable mistake!" ”

Jing Yang was furious, "Wen Jiugong, you don't have to act like a thief again, playing this trick of a thief shouting to catch a thief!" ”

As he spoke, he crossed Jing Shanghua and attacked again.

Wen Jiugong was still in deep pain, and he didn't resist at all.

Jing Shanghua and Qing let Dao Chang glance at each other, and had to stop them again.

Although Jing Yang's swordsmanship is peerless, and he fights with his life, but Jing Shanghua and Qing Rang Dao Chang are also masters in the world, although they are not as good as Jing Yang, they leave no room for them, but after all, with two enemies and one, they will not let Jing Yang hurt Wen Jiugong.

Su Nianchi looked coldly at Wen Jiugong, who was seriously injured and fell to the ground, and Mrs. Wen, who was tearful but indifferent, did they expect that Jing Shanghua and Qing Rangdao would make a move, so they behaved so coyly.

But, but ......

She raised her eyes to look at the silent and forbearant figure beside her, and her heart couldn't stop aching for him.

Such a calculation, such a frame.

Was there a moment when they saw him as a relative?

"That's enough."

It was the voice of meekness that interrupted the endless struggle between Jing Yang and Qing Rang Dao Chang and Jing Shanghua.

Jing Yang stopped his move and looked at the child he had grown up watching.

"My grandmother had just passed away, and I didn't want her to have a restless time. All grievances will be discussed after her death. ”

His tone was calm.

But his whole being seemed to be enveloped by boundless coldness.

No one has any objections.

Hearing this, the Qing Rang Daoist echoed: "Exactly, the deceased is respected, and Mrs. Wen should be relieved." ”

With the respect of the Taoist Chief, since he said so, even if Wen Jiugong wanted to say anything more, he could only stop.

Mrs. Wen's funeral was simple and solemn.

Wen Jiugong and his wife wanted to do their best to bury Mrs. Wen in style.

Wen Shu stopped it.

He said that his grandmother was very simple by nature, and it was definitely not her intention to be extravagant.

Strangely, there is a power in his words that makes people listen to them.

It's still that person.

But it's as if something is different.

Mrs. Wen was unwilling, and pointed at Wen Shu and cried and scolded, "You rebel, don't say that you killed your grandmother, and now even if we want to send her on the last journey with all our hearts, you have to obstruct her, are you still not human?" ”

At that time, there were still outsiders present in front of the hall, and when they heard the words, Wen Jing hurriedly persuaded Mrs. Wen, "Mother is not sad and confused, don't talk nonsense anymore." ”

Wen Qing also said angrily: "Mother, what are you talking nonsense?" ”

Mrs. Wen laughed angrily, "Okay, okay, you all protect him, but you forgot your father's injury?" But have you forgotten what I said to you last night? ”

Wen Qing's face turned white, and she stomped her feet and said, "I don't believe it, I don't believe a word!" ”

She said and ran out.

Mrs. Wen wanted to say more, but inadvertently met Wen Shu's cold eyes, and for no reason, she didn't say any more after all.

Su Nianchi glanced at this woman coldly, she didn't know how much shock her words would cause, perhaps, they were planning to do so.

Mo said that they were uneasy and kind when they wanted to hold a funeral for Mrs. Wen, but out of their own hearts, she also felt that the approach of Wen Shu was more preferable.

Even filial piety should be mourned before death and after death, but it is even more important to show others and release one's guilt. For the deceased, it is meaningless.

After all, Mrs. Wen's funeral was handled by Jing Yang according to the meaning of Wen Shu, which was simple but solemn.

The guests who came to mourn gathered almost the entire Taishan Beidou of the righteous martial arts.

Although no one says it explicitly, there is no such thing as an impermeable wall.

The entire Tibetan Sword Villa was shrouded in an unusual atmosphere, and what the world thought and secretly speculated about was the appalling mutual attack within the Wen family when the old lady Wen passed away.

And this secret discussion was finally confirmed one day.

Above the hall, there are many heroes.

Wen Jiugong's face was solemn, and he slowly spoke: "Everyone has worked tirelessly to send my mother on her last journey, today everything is over, Wen represents the Tibetan Sword Villa, thank you again." I invite you to gather here today because I want you to testify. Wenmen was unlucky, and he betrayed Wen Shu, colluded with the devil, harmed his relatives, and committed heinous crimes. Wen did not dare to show favoritism, according to the rules of the Wen family, he wanted to punish this son today, with the reputation of the Qing collector's villa, and the righteousness of the whole rivers and lakes. ”

The house was in an uproar.

And in Wen Jiugong's voice, there was still a weakness that had not healed from his injuries, but it was word by word, and he made a sound on the ground, leaving no turn-

"Come, bring the rebel."