Wu Feng couldn't forget the scene of the Valley of Forgotten Sorrow being burned to ruins and the charred corpses all over the ground.

When he dreams back at midnight, he can often see the faces of his master Xiao Yangge and a group of senior brothers and sisters in the Valley of Forgotten Sorrows.

Now that he learned the truth, his heart was like a knife.

But what made Wu Feng even more painful was that Su Mengzhen was willing to tell him these things, which could only prove that Su Mengzhen was indeed dying.

Shaking out so many secrets at one time, it is clear that he is explaining the aftermath!

A look of confusion appeared in Su Mengzhen's eyes.

"Your father and your father can be counted as different personalities, but he is much more upright than me. ”

"For the liberation of the Martial Saint Son, your father showed a fanaticism that was completely different from his usual calmness, believing that relying on the Martial Saint Son, he would be able to revive the samurai and even break the era of the end of the law. For this, it is worth paying a big price. ”

Speaking of this, Su Mengzhen stared at Wu Feng, but his expression was extremely complicated.

Wu Feng finally understood why his father wanted to teach him the way of a gentleman.

His father saw his natural ambition and hoped that he would support the martial saint son, calm the world, and be a loyal minister.

And now that Su Mengzhen is about to die, he shows his abnormal expectations for Wu Feng.

As far as Su Mengzhen is concerned, the education of respecting the martial ancestor since he was a child has long been imprinted in the depths of his soul, and many things are almost unthinkable.

But at this time, he was also unwilling in his heart!

All his expectations are placed on Wu Feng, and he believes that Wu Feng's achievements should not be a mere assistant.

But he couldn't speak.

Wu Feng nodded emphatically.

He understood what Su Mengzhen was going to tell him.

Seven words - coercing the Son to order the princes.

used the martial saint son as a puppet, and used his righteous name to hold real power himself. The benefits are innumerable.

Why should the son of the Martial Ancestor control the world, and why should the people of later generations have to follow the layout of the Martial Ancestor?

But if Wu Feng embarks on this road, he will definitely be regarded as a traitor by countless people in the world!

Xue Yiren just seized a Tianzi Peak, and was despised by the world, and if Wu Feng held the Martial Saint Son hostage, he would naturally be regarded as a great traitor, and he would be scolded a lot, and he would be unable to defend against open guns and hidden arrows.

Su Mengzhen bit his lip, he knew that Wu Feng understood what he meant.

So it's painful and gratifying.

"When the main gate stabilized, I went to Hedong County to visit my father. Wu Feng said.

Su Mengzhen nodded approvingly.

"After the destruction of the Valley of Forgotten Sorrows, I met your father again, and he told me your whereabouts and entrusted me to take care of you. ”

"When you were at Iwakura Castle, I sent people to keep an eye on your movements, and I went there many times to see it myself. I was going to bring you back to the main hall, but after much consideration, I decided to let you train for a few more years. ”

"I didn't expect you to go to the northern prairie again, and we lost you for a while. Su Mengzhen sighed: "Fortunately, you finally found it yourself." ”

There was a bit of guilt in the words.

Only then did Wu Feng understand why Su Mengzhen knew about Yun Hailan's existence.

Su Mengzhen knocked on this side many times, and what he was worried about was that this matter should reach Xue Yiren's ears. Even if Xue Xiyan didn't care, Xue Yiren loved his daughter very much, and if he was angry because of this, it might lead to the breakdown of the fragile alliance that Shentang and Tianzi Peak had built with great difficulty.

Wu Feng smiled gratefully: "What the master did is right, if I didn't stay outside for a few years, I wouldn't have grown to this point." ”

Su Mengzhen shook his head: "I am actually selfish, I always hope that Can'er will grow up, but unfortunately he always disappoints me." ”

"The world says that you are my illegitimate child, but in fact, Can'er is, and I raised in Su Mu's house by me. ”

Wu Feng was stunned again.

Father and Su Mengzhen are the same body.

And Su Can is the illegitimate son of his master Su Mengzhen, and he is not an adopted son at all.

In other words, Su Can, who wanted to harm him three times and twice, was a brother to him at all!

No wonder Su Mengzhen was so indulgent to Su Can.

Being able to consider the future of the Divine Hall and hand over the position of the heir of the Divine Hall to Wu Feng already shows that Su Mengzhen cares about the overall situation.

Wu Feng had already prepared to take Su Can's life after succeeding the Divine Hall.

But now that I know the news, if I want to kill Su Can, it will be fratricide!

"Master......" Wu Feng muttered.

Su Mengzhen stretched out his hand and rubbed Wu Feng's cheek: "Feng'er, I know that I can't stand you." ”

"Can'er looks suave and decent. But in fact, he was spoiled by me and your teacher. ”

"He doesn't think that he is not qualified for the important task of the Divine Hall, but he thinks that you have robbed him of his position, this idea has been decided, I am afraid that even the nine cows will not be able to pull it back......"

"But you're brothers after all. After I am gone, please give him another chance or two, as the saying goes, there are only three things, and if there is a third attempt, you will take his head. ”

When he said this, Su Mengzhen's heart was like a knife.

The palms and backs of the hands are full of meat.

After the defeat of Randouzaka, he considered cutting off Su Chan's power to save Su Chan's life.

But I didn't expect this day to come so quickly, now that Su Can has full wings, Su Mengzhen's life is now hanging by a thread, how can it be possible to pull out Su Can's power?

But he also understood that no matter how many supporters Su Can had, he would never be Wu Feng's opponent! This was the gap between strategy and strength.

If Su Can has been unwilling to repent, he can only end up destroying himself.

Wu Feng's voice also trembled.

"Master, unless what he does threatens the survival of the Divine Hall, otherwise, I will try to leave him alive. Wu Feng said solemnly.

Su Mengzhen breathed a long sigh of relief.

"Feng'er......" He rubbed Wu Feng's forehead and muttered, "Since that's the case, I'm relieved." Now that the storm is in turmoil, the survival of the shrine is the first priority after all. ”

His emaciated cheeks twitched slightly, "But can you grant me one more request." ”

Wu Feng heard this desolately, and said hurriedly: "Don't say one, ten hundred should also agree." ”

Su Mengzhen said abruptly: "Can'er never knew that I was his biological father, and he called me 'father' coldly, just like thousands of adopted sons in the world. ”

"Now, there is no need for him to know the truth, lest he think more wrongly. ”

"So Feng'er, in my last moment, can you call me Daddy?"

Wu Feng's slender figure trembled, and then tears burst out of his eyes in an instant!

"Daddy!"

He wiped his tears and said abruptly.

Su Mengzhen showed extremely happy eyes, stretched out his palm and patted Wu Feng's shoulder, but his hand strength became weaker and weaker.

"Feng'er, let them come in too......" Su Meng's pillow pupils gradually faded, and he sighed.

This is the time to really explain the aftermath.

As children, Su Can, Su Guang, Su Lanjin, Ji Hongyan, the Lin family brothers, Jiang Ren and other important ministers of the Divine Hall quickly arrived.

"After I leave, the funeral should be simple and not extravagant. You have to unite and work together, fully support Feng'er, and survive this most difficult day together - I, Su Mengzhen, am not talented, and I can't lead everyone anymore......"

After speaking, Su Meng's pillow leaned back, spit out several liters of blood, and died suddenly with all kinds of unwillingness.

There was a sound of grabbing the sky and the earth, and everyone present cried into tears one by one.

Only Wu Feng did not shed a single tear.

Even if the heart aches, it is far better than a knife.

Because he had cried before.

In August of the year of the Divine Hall, Su Mengzhen, the male master of the Shentang, died of a Dao injury at the age of forty-seven, leaving behind a seemingly prosperous foundation, but the internal intrigue was full of crises.

A giant star shining in western Henan fell.

Since Li Qing's attack on western Henan more than 20 years ago, the Shentang has once again fallen into turmoil.

In the Jurchen tribe of Northeast China, the nine sons of the chief once performed the so-called story of the Nine Dragons seizing the heir.

In the land of Mobei, there is also the legend of ten kings fighting for Khan.

All of the above stories have been interpreted by countless bards, boasting of how wonderful the struggle is and how ingenious and incredible the combination is.

Now that Su Mengzhen has died young, Wu Feng has finally become the master of the Divine Hall. However, the young handsome who think that they also have the right to inherit, each has his own network of relationships from the inside out, and he also controls the soldiers' rations, territories, and the hearts of the wealthy families.

The real battle for treachery has only just begun. Surrounded by fierce tigers outside, and a group of wolves grinding their teeth inside, Wu Feng embarked on the road inside the Pingding Divine Hall in such a critical situation.

The excitement and sinister of this are a hundred times better than the so-called Nine Dragons for the Succession and the Ten Kings for Khan. But for Wu Feng's road to martial arts in the world, all this danger and turmoil is just the beginning.