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Looking at the scene of a family reunion above the mountain gate of Qingluo Sect, all the monks in the South China Sea besieging Qingluo Sect were silent, and everyone already had some thoughts in their hearts.

I'm afraid that whether Qingluozong will be destroyed is still unknown, first, with Wang Dong's father-in-law and mother-in-law, and his wife, can he still be ruthless?

Second, except for the sect master Li Nantian who was standing on the edge of the cliff at the top of Qingluo Peak, the peak master Gu Yuehan and the sword cultivator elder Wen Ze in a green robe, the current Qingluo Sect could no longer mention a decent disciple.

Those Qingluo disciples scattered scattered on the mountains with panicked expressions, those who built the foundation realm and could fly with their swords, they could count how many there were at a glance.

As for the disciples of the Qi Refining Realm Forging Body Realm below, although the number of disciples is a little more than that of the Foundation Building Realm, it is difficult for them to ascend to the Hall of Elegance.

Qingluo Sect, known as one of the four great immortal sects of Beimang, has now decayed to this point, and if it can't be destroyed, what does it matter.

Murong Xiaoyao, who was at the center of his eyebrows, looked at the Nanhai monks on all sides, turned back to Wang Dong and said, "You and Zi Yi have something to say later, let's finish the current matter first, and then go see your father, he has been waiting for you for many years." ”

"My father-in-law is right. Murong Yaoyao's words made Wang Dong's tears well-fall again, he reached out and wiped the tears of Murong Zi's shirt, and smiled at her: "I'll go and finish with Qingluo Sect first, and then go to worship my father." ”

Murong Zishan's burial of his father in Zizhu Peak had already been known through Shihu Ding Mian.

Murong Zishan, who re-summoned the flying sword and stepped on, nodded with red eyes, Wang Dong killed Li Nantian or not, she really didn't care.

After that incident, she no longer had a good impression of Li Nantian, and even attributed the root of her husband's suffering to Li Nantian.

But there is one person she can't ignore and can't bear to ignore, after so many years, she is also a woman and a wife, and she can understand what kind of spiritual torment that woman is suffering.

So, she opened her mouth: "Han ......"

"Wait for me here. Wang Dong didn't answer her words, interrupted directly, and left Feng Yao and Liu Qingmei to wait here with her father-in-law's family, and her body flashed in the void, and she had already fallen to the edge of the cliff at the top of Qingluo Peak.

The monks of the various forces in the South China Sea who were floating in the air to surround the Qingluo Sect were staring at this side one after another.

Wen Ze, who was accompanying Li Nantian, was white-haired and dressed in a green robe, he looked at Wang Dong, who was crowned with a golden crown and a white robe, and sighed and said: "If you call your last apprentice for the teacher, you and I will be regarded as your master and apprentice...... The fate is over. ”

Speaking of this, he suddenly shouted: "You are already in the Transformation God Realm, I'm afraid that I am no longer your opponent, not to mention that there are fourteen Transformation God Realm monks eyeing me, but if you want to kill my Qingluo Sect Master, and if you want to destroy my Qingluo Sect's thousand-year-old inheritance, you need to pass the old man's level first, and the old man swears to defend the dignity of Qingluo." ”

Gu Yuehan nodded and didn't speak.

Li Nantian's face was full of bitterness and was silent.

"Master. Wang Dong didn't go to Gu Yuehan and Li Nantian, took a few steps forward and lifted the hem of his robe, and knelt down at the feet of Wen Ze, who had already opened his stance.

"You ......" Wen Ze frowned, and Li Nantian and Gu Yuehan were also stunned.

Wang Dong said softly: "One day as a teacher, a lifetime as a father, Master's virtue and deeds have always been admired by me, I cut off my robe with Qingluo Sect, but with Master, you are not broken, Master An's words hurt my heart." ”

Wen Ze: "So, what do you mean?" as he spoke, his hands clasped Wang Dong.

Wang Dong's eyes turned to Li Nantian, whose hair was all white, and said calmly: "To tell the truth, in the first few decades of my exile in a foreign land, there is no day when I don't want to take your head and destroy you Qingluo. ”

"Some of people's thoughts will always change with the passage of time, and in the years that followed, I kept asking myself, should you be responsible for my father's death?"

"Although it was difficult for me to convince myself, I finally figured out that my father died on the Five Elements Peak because other sects forced me to a desperate situation, and he didn't want to see me die first, and he didn't want to see me grovel to others for him, so he ......"

"And you, although you abandoned me outside the mountain gate back then, but finally agreed to my request, and were willing to shelter my father and let him stay in Qingluo, I have to admit that you are not guilty of my father, but it is beneficial. ”

"So today, I won't kill you, and I won't destroy Qingluo, Qingluo has nothing to do with me, and you Sect Master Li, I don't want to know you again, and I will never see you again. ”

After that, Wang Dong bowed to the ground at Wen Ze, who was full of emotion: "Master, all the grievances between me and Qingluo are settled here, if the master still has teachings, the apprentices will come to listen after worshipping their ancestors." ”

"As a son of man, you should put filial piety first, go and see your father, he has been waiting for you for many years. Wen Ze nodded slowly and waved his hand with a sigh on his face.

Wang Dong didn't look at Li Nantian again, nodded at Gu Yuehan, and then turned around and left Qingluo Peak.

High in the air, the cultivators of the various factions of the South China Sea Transformation God Realm who met together looked at Wang Dong who flashed over, and shook their heads slightly with smiles on their faces.

Li Qingxuan pointed to the Qingluo Sect's residence where the disciples were down, and said with a smile: "Brother, we have just discussed, for the sake of your father-in-law's family, if you don't destroy the Qingluo Sect, we won't destroy it." ”

The king said excitedly: "That's your business, don't expect me to receive this favor, the reason why I came here is to inform you that in a month, we will gather here and leave this world." ”

After saying that, he arched his hand, and his figure flashed to Murong Xiaoyao's side, explained a few words to Fengxian Yan Xiao and others, took his wife's hand, and went to Zizhu Peak with Murong Xiaoyao and his wife.

Xu Yishan discussed a little with the family members of the various forces around him, looked coldly at Li Nantian and the three of them on the edge of the cliff of Qingluo Peak, and said coldly: "From today on, the sphere of influence of the Qingluo Sect is only within a radius of three hundred miles. ”

After the cold warning, the masters of the various factions of the God Realm landed on a mountain peak outside the gate of Qingluo Sect, and their faces were red and their necks were thick to "discuss" the belonging of all parts of Beimang, and Yan Xiao's representative Wang Dong was impressively listed.

......

A long time, a hundred years have passed, and it has become the heart and appearance of the people, and what has not changed is the piece of purple bamboo on the Zizhu Peak.

Murong Xiaoyao and his wife knew that Wang Dong must have a lot to talk to the people in the tomb, so they left with Feng Yang and other disciples who were waiting here.

Feng Yang, who had greeted Wang Dong, looked back at Wang Dong, who was walking hand in hand with Murong Zishan to the depths of the bamboo forest, and couldn't help but sigh with emotion, the hundred-year-old god is enviable, but the fate is so ill-fated that he really doesn't dare to imagine it.

Walking slowly along the forest road with bamboo shadows, Wang Dong's footsteps became slower and slower, and at the end of his tearful sight, a lonely tomb made of jade waited quietly on the grass with the fragrance of birds and flowers, and the sunlight shining through the bamboo forest shone gently on the tombstone.

Looking at the name on the tombstone, Wang Dongqiang held back his tears and let go of Murong Zishan's hand, "Zishan, I want to whisper something to my father, you take her to avoid it." ”

The woman in his mouth was a woman kneeling beside the tomb, looking at this side with a water-stained face, dressed in plain clothes.

It can be seen that this woman who describes a haggard and emaciated body, when she is healthy, must be in a captivating posture, with a beautiful appearance and a moon-like appearance.

"......" Murong Zishan opened his mouth, and had the heart to persuade a few words, but Wang Dong, who was standing with his hands in his hands, had already closed his eyes.

She shook her head and sighed lightly Walking to the end of the path alone, she picked up the woman with tears on her face, "Ruoxue, give him a little time, I will also help you win back his heart, let's go, let him be alone for a while." ”

Han Ruoxue looked at the man stupidly, looking at the clear-bearded man with a golden crown and a white robe and black cloak who had returned in glory, she covered her mouth with her hands and tears rolled down, nodded with a cry, and was helped away from the cemetery by Murong Zishan.

When she passed by Wang Dong, who was standing up to the sky with her hands closed and indifferent, her body trembled and her steps stopped, and she choked up and wanted to say something to him, but Wang Dong had already missed her, and walked to the lonely grave of Wang Yuanshan without looking back.

Han Ruoxue's heart was suddenly broken, and she looked back at the resolute back, and the sadness of her heart flashed in her tears.

"Let's go. Murong Zishan sighed and hugged her skinny and shivering cold shoulders......

......

Near the hometown is timid, and near the tomb is difficult.

"Daddy......" Wang Dong knelt on the ground, took two steps on his knees, hugged the cold and ruthless tombstone, and cried bitterly.

A small stone tomb, you are in the tomb, I am outside the tomb, yin and yang are forever separated, and it is difficult to see each other again in this life.

Wang moved his tearful face and rubbed the tombstone in his arms, his cloak exuded snot and tears flowed together, and he couldn't cry silently.

He wanted to open the stone tomb, see it with his own eyes, and touch his father's remains with his own hands, but he couldn't, he was already unfilial and nearly a hundred years late, how could he do this unfilial act again.

Let him have reached the boundless power of the gods, let him cry hoarsely and cry bitterly, but his father, who is lying alone in the tomb, is no longer heard.

He only hated himself for being weak and powerless, and only washed his father's feet once when he was five years old, and the maple leaf-shaped red birthmark on his father's right ankle is still fresh in his memory......

For three days, Wang Dong stayed by his father's grave, and no one knew what he had said to him.

On the evening of the fourth day, he knelt in front of the tomb and said softly: "Dad, I can't bear to take you to the Infinite Heaven in a foreign land, after avenging Zhu Ling in the future, I will often come back to see you, and before leaving, I want to go back to Hongfeng City to see our old house and old courtyard, do you say okay?"

The stone tomb in the afterglow was silent, and Wang Dong was gloomy for a while, and at this moment a gust of evening breeze blew, and several empty wine jars placed in front of the tomb "woo" sounded in unison, as if someone was whispering something in response.

Wang Dong burst into tears for a moment: "Dad, are you talking to me? Do you want me to go back to Red Maple City to have a look?"

The wind gradually decreased, and the remnants of the empty altar dispersed.

Wang Dong took a deep breath and stood up, even though he knew that this was all his own imagination, he still wanted to believe that this was his father's response to him.

At this moment, the sound of hurried footsteps was heard in the distance from the cemetery where people had been past for several days.

Feng Yao hurried to the front, and after bowing to Wang Yuanshan's tomb, he hurriedly said: "Family master, Mrs. Murong asked me to come to you quickly, saying that Mrs. Han's situation was not right after dinner, and she had just lost her soul and went to the cliff of the back mountain alone. ”