"The fetters of the past have cast yesterday's tears, in exchange for today's blood rain, and tomorrow's painful departure. ”

—————————— tears of departure

A large-scale and imposing mansion that exudes unparalleled majesty, surrounded by a tall façade painted in red lacquer.

But Xie Qiao's eyes suddenly condensed at the gate of the mansion, and the two big characters on the hanging door plaque were eye-catching.

Wang fu.

But in terms of scale alone, this is a mansion, it is simply a huge city. The door couldn't help but be heavily guarded, and everyone was wearing a sword, and the majestic aura emanating from the entire mansion made Xie Qiao shudder.

Under the push of Wang Yanchao and Wang Fu, he was escorted into the mansion, but when he walked into the door of the mansion, it was a different scene.

The green willows in the garden hang around, three weeping flower gatehouses, and the verandah is copied on all sides. The courtyard is connected with each other and dotted with mountains and stones. The whole courtyard is magnificent, graceful and luxurious, the garden is splendid, clear and exquisite, the backyard is full of roses, treasures, and a pool.

And as a few people walked, the number of guards around became smaller and smaller, and the depths of the park were full of life, with green grass and weeping willows, and clear spring flowers, a scene full of vitality.

A straight road was walked, and the front yard was quickly left behind a few people, and as I walked through a mahogany threshold, I saw that the entrance was a zigzag verandah, and the stones under the steps were scattered into a road. There are two or three small rooms above, one bright and two dark, and there are beds and chairs in them. There is a small door from the inside room, and out there is the backyard, where there are large pear blossoms and plantains. There were two more small regressions. A gap suddenly opens under the wall of the backyard, the clear spring is a faction, the ditch is only a few feet, poured into the wall, around the edge of the house to the front yard, circling under the bamboo.

This palace was so gorgeous, Xie Qiao couldn't help but sigh secretly, but the two Wang clansmen who were escorting him behind him did not relax their vigilance against him because of this scenery.

But when a few people walked into a red lacquered hall, the sense of relief brought to him by the vibrant scenery of the garden disappeared in an instant, and was replaced by a fierce and majestic gaze on the main hall.

Walk into the main hall, in the middle is a vermilion lacquer square platform about two meters high, there is a gold lacquer carved dragon throne placed on it, behind it is the carved dragon screen, there are six tall dragon golden pillars on both sides of the square platform, each big pillar is coiled with a vigorous golden dragon; The jewel is facing the golden luan throne below, the color painting between the beams is gorgeous, bright and pleasing to the eye, the red and yellow gold dragon pattern pattern, there are double dragons playing with pearls, the single dragon flies; there are walking dragons, sitting dragons, flying dragons, descending dragons, colorful, the dragon's surroundings are also lined with flowing clouds and flames.

The descendants of the Yuan Dragon, sure enough, there are dragons everywhere. But the dragon statue in the main hall did not relax Xie Qiao's tense heartstrings, looking at this gorgeous dragon statue, the tension in his heart was a little stronger again.

On the throne of the main hall sat a tall red-robed old man, although he was old, it did not affect his majestic and steady aura, there was not a trace of wrinkles on the old man's face, his face was a little smoother than Wang Yanchao and Wang Fu, and his aura was much stronger than these two.

Perhaps, this is the benefit of cultivation.

However, what made Xie Qiao's eyes light was that the old man's eyebrows were not white, nor black, but red and fiery.

Wang Yanchao and Wang Fu took a step forward, knelt on one knee facing the old man, and said respectfully: "Report to the elder, the remnants of the Xie clan who escaped by accident have been escorted to the mansion by the two of us, and I ask the elders to decide!"

When Xie Qiao heard this, he was stunned again. Back then, what did you accidentally escape? What did you do?

But what worries him even more is that these two people have good strength, but they are so respectful to this old man, then there are only two possibilities.

Either this old man is their elder, or the strength of these two is far superior to these two.

Yes, as one of the four elders, this old man's strength is indeed much higher than that of Wang Fu of the Wang Yan Dynasty, not to mention the two of them, except for the other three elders, he is the pinnacle of existence in the clan, but at the same time, he is also the sworn uncle of these two.

An extremely terrifying but gentle ripple of energy emanated from the old man's body, and the power in Xie Qiao's body could not match it at all. In just an instant, he felt a great pressure in his heart, which not only made him breathless for a moment, but also the deep fear in his heart was suddenly raised.

Suddenly, he suddenly felt a splitting headache, and the bloodshot in his eyes returned. The body shook, and the already scabbed wound on the arm suddenly cracked, and blood splashed wildly, which scared the two people next to him.

With his heart-rending whispered rage, the coercion emanating from the old man's body gradually faded. The fire-like red eyes slowly opened, looking at Xie Qiao, who was holding his head in pain and howling in the main hall, and snorted twice in his mouth with disdain.

With a flick of his fingers, a soft light and shadow melted into Xie Qiao's trembling body. In the blink of an eye, the wound on his right arm, which was splashing blood, healed at a speed that was visible to the naked eye, and he quickly recovered as before.

But the tearing headache still crept through his brain, and he felt like he was on the verge of collapse. His eyes widened angrily, his teeth clenched, and his already trembling body trembled again at this moment.

The tense atmosphere spread rapidly, looking at the painful Xie Qiao, a voice echoed in the hearts of the three people present.

He was the Xie child who was thrown off the cliff back then.

Originally, when Xie Qiao and Yudie first came to the capital, the Wang family didn't know about their arrival. But after Xie Qiao sought a place to stay everywhere yesterday, his identity had already caused a stir in the capital, how could the Wang family, who had always been concerned about people's livelihood, not know?

When the true qi in Xie Qiao's body awakened today, he had already been captured by the Wang clan, and he found Xie Qiao's location in less than half a pillar of incense.

looked at the howling Xie Qiao, the night that he couldn't bear to look back on seventeen years ago hit the old man's heart again.

In his mind, he couldn't help but recall a beautiful time in the past, but he regretted it for the rest of his life......

It just flashed in his mind, and he didn't think too much about it, and his solemn gaze converged on Xie Qiao in the hall. That painful memory made him struggle for seventeen years, and it also made him look forward to it for seventeen years, and it made him suffer for seventeen years.

After seventeen years of waiting, I finally waited for this answer.

But now he had to do another, even more painful thing.

The tall body slowly got up from the throne, his red eyes stared indifferently at Xie Qiao under the stage, slowly stretched out his hand, his palm caressed an arc in the air, and a fan-shaped purple energy enveloped Xie Qiao's entire body.

"Elder, what are you ......" Facing the old man's move, Wang Yanchao asked puzzled.

And the moment the purple energy surrounded his body, the feeling of splitting headache instantly subsided from his brain, but the memories of everything he had experienced since he was a child flashed through his mind like a movie.

These include his babbling when he was young, his mischievous mischievous childhood, his fearlessness when he was young, and the moment when Caiyang Valley bloomed when he confessed to Yudie.

But there was one thing that never appeared in his memory, as if he was locked in prison and sealed layer by layer.

Gently stretching out his hand, the old man's eyes revealed a deep sadness, his red long eyebrows trembled slightly, he turned around and stood with his hands in his hands, and said, "Xie Clan's remnants, do you know why I want to escort you into my mansion today?"

A glimmer of light gradually returned to his stunned eyes, Xie Qiao shook his head, and the residual pain in his head still made him feel dizzy.

With a deep sigh, the old man couldn't bear to look into his eyes, stretched out his hand back, and the purple energy that had previously haunted Xie Qiao's body actually drilled into his brain in clusters, and went straight to his mind, the layers of seals of that memory.

The energy that rushed in was frantically resisted by the seal, but the price of the two was Xie Qiao's severe headache again.

Worthy of being one of the four elders of the Wang clan, his strength is really extraordinary, the seal in Xie Qiao's mind was only broken for a moment in front of his powerful energy persecution, but what followed was a scene that suddenly appeared in Xie Qiao's memory.

And it was this sudden burst of memory that made him stunned.

The tall back was blurred, and in the darkness behind it, endless blood was sprinkled, just like endless darkness, which could never be erased.

Blurry scarlet, blurred back, blurred smile, and even more blurred lips.

He couldn't see anything in front of him, but the only thing he recognized was the uninhibited smile of the woman as he was thrown off the cliff.

That familiar and unfamiliar face, she ...... She was......

Xie Qiao was shocked!

She's her own mother!

And at this time, he suddenly remembered the female corpse that was on the top of the cliff of Dragon Slaying Mountain yesterday. Could it be that the... It's your own mother?!

Who killed her? Who forced her to throw herself off the cliff? And who caused the originally vigorous Xie clan to be wiped out?

The spearhead of everything was instantly pointed at the huge, mysterious but extremely unstable force in the body. That's right, it's all because of this damn dragon soul!

It was it that caused its people to be wiped out! It was it that killed its own mother! It was it that allowed itself to live in a mystery for 17 years!

A series of thoughts flashed through Xie Qiao's mind, and when he looked up again, his bloodshot eyes had been replaced by hatred. The wisp of purple energy emitted by the old man had been strangled in his body, and a faint blue true qi continued to penetrate his body, and a strong murderous aura burst out from Xie Qiao's angry eyes.

And this fierce murderous aura surprised Wang Yan Dynasty and Wang Fu. They never imagined that Xie Qiao could still control the true qi in his body after being sealed at the acupuncture points, and the strength of this energy was not inferior to the two of them.

Hearing only two crisp sounds, the black iron rope that tightly locked his body was broken by his bare hands, and the redness and swelling of his arms could not affect him.

Bang!

Two muffled sounds came one after another, and before Wang Yan and Wang Fu beside him could react, their heads had been knocked out of their bodies by Xie Qiao's punch, and they flew straight to the stone pillar on the side and were smashed into pulp.

The two figures fell one after another, leaving only Xie Qiao alone, panting and glaring at the old man on the throne: the elder of the Blue Dragon Sect, Wang Xiaochu.

With a flash of cold light, Xie Qiao stepped out sideways, pulled out the Xuantie sword from Wang Yanchao's waist, clicked on the ground with one foot, jumped onto the throne of Longtai in one step, and stabbed the sword in his hand towards Wang Xiaochu's chest.

The sword was merciless, without the slightest pause, and with gusts of wind, it stabbed straight into the chest of the septuagenarian.

The red pupils that were hidden opened slightly, flashing a sharp light, a red robe was windless, there was no majestic surging true qi, and he raised his hand slightly, just a plain two fingers connected, Xie Qiao's sudden sword was firmly clamped by his two fingers, and Xie Qiao's body that rushed forward suddenly stopped the trend of advancement.

"I can't help myself!" With a cold snort, a huge ripple of energy shook out from his body, with his body as the center, a shock wave spread out in all directions, and Xie Qiao, who was angry in front of him, was also shocked and flew out upside down, rolling several times in the main hall before stopping.

The blood-red eyes faintly flickered with gold and red, and the blue true qi emanating from Xie Qiao's body already had a hint of red, and at the same time, the burst of energy in his whole body had also become extremely unstable.

But Wang Xiaochu's shock also made him uncomfortable, and his internal organs suddenly felt as uncomfortable as fire, and his head was buzzing one after another. But the only thing that was sober was the painful memory that made him miserable.

As time passed, the memory became clearer and clearer, and the fire, screams, blood, and two blades that cut through his throat and pierced his chest all appeared in his memory one after another.

His thoughts were clear for a moment, and only one thought flashed through his mind: it was this man who killed his own mother, it was this man who made his people exterminated, and it was this man who made him miserable.

He is in pain, why not Wang Xiaochu?

The hand holding the Xuantie Sword was already trembling slightly, and seeing the support of the sword body barely standing up, Xie Qiao stepped out again, the sword in his hand was raised high above his head, and he slashed towards Wang Xiaochu.

Looking at the murderous young man in front of him, Wang Xiaochu sighed coldly, and with a wave of his sleeves, a hurricane suddenly appeared in the entire hall, which seemed to be an insignificant wave, but it was full of power. With the moment the bright sword blade slashed, the wind broke the sword, and Xie Qiao's body flew out upside down again, falling heavily to the ground.

Scold!

The broken half-cut blade of the sword was straight into the ground in front of the throne, and Wang Xiaochu's red hair slowly floated down, quietly resting on his shoulder, the broken sword at his feet was still trembling, and Xie Qiao had already fallen to the ground and poured out a breath weakly.

The sharp pain in his chest made Xie Qiao gasp for a while, and it was a problem to even turn over, let alone get up and stand firmly. But at this time, Wang Xiaochu's tall figure had already appeared in front of him.

"Do you know, why didn't I kill him?" staring at Xie Qiao with cold eyes, Wang Xiaochu asked coldly, a pair of red eyes full of coldness.

However, Xie Qiao responded with a disdainful sneer, "Why? You ask me why? Don't you want to mock me?" As he spoke, another mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, and his resentful gaze stared at Wang Xiaochu's equally cold face, wishing that he could kill him with his eyes.

Looking at Xie Qiao, who was already full of resentment in his heart, Wang Xiaochu sighed helplessly, and a tear hung on the corner of his eye involuntarily, "Maybe in your opinion, our Wang clan is your enemy, but all this is for her ......"

Speaking of this, he couldn't help but pause, and the words he just wanted to say were held back.

"She?" Xie Qiao snorted coldly again, "I can't imagine that there are cold-blooded people like you and people who miss you?" God is really blind!"

Wang Xiaochu sighed, turned around silently, and stood with his back to him, his lips moved slightly, but he wanted to speak. But in the end, he resolutely opened his mouth.

"Although you don't belong to my Wang clan, but you are half of my Wang clan!"

Xie Qiao was stunned for a moment, and then sneered disapprovingly: "Surnamed Wang, you are so interesting!

Wang Xiaochu didn't react much emotionally to his name, turned his head slightly, stared at him coldly with red eyes, and said, "You, Xie Qiao, are actually ...... Actually, it's half of my grandson!"

After Xie Qiao listened, he was stunned again.

Then he laughed disdainfully: "The surname is Wang! This is really the funniest joke I have ever heard in Xie Qiao's life! I am half your grandson! What kind of calf?"

With his earth-shattering shout, his blood-red eyes glared at the tall figure in front of him, and the half-folded sword in his hand trembled uncontrollably, but the severe pain in his body made him unable to lift any strength.

His eyes swept over Xie Qiao's hideous sneering face, Wang Xiaochu stretched out his hand, the true qi in his palm moved, and the half-cut blade inserted on the edge of the throne flew straight into his hand.

The cold light flashed, shining on Xie Qiao's face, Wang Xiaochu looked at him coldly, and the sharp blade in his hand had already been slashed.

What followed was a splash of bright red blood.

—————————— the dividing line——————————

Readers, today, as scheduled, I would like to ask for your support, and thank you here.

Half of the memories of Blood Jiao have passed, and the total number of chapters in this book is almost hundreds, so I would like to thank all readers for their great support, and I am grateful.

I would like to give you a big comment that due to the activities of the school in recent weeks, and because the directors of the school at all levels attach great importance to it, I am also fortunate to be on the list to participate in the activities organized by the school. So in recent weeks, there may be occasional interruptions.,It may last until November 20th.,I can't help it.,Because I didn't have time to attend my girlfriend's birthday party.,The last few chapters are all in the middle of the night to one or two o'clock.,A person in the middle of the night is still a little afraid.,So here, I also ask readers to understand more.,I'll try to make up for it after the event.,Don't let readers miss any of the wonderful chapters.。

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