I'm sorry, I was locked up in a small black room again last night, and I will definitely learn a lesson in the future, and there will be no more restrictions on so many words.

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Shopkeeper Wu didn't answer immediately, but looked away slowly, reluctantly looked at the grass and trees in the courtyard, and after a few breaths, he said happily: "Haitao married Feng'er because you married Xiaohao's mother, and Feng'er is a little similar to your wife, so he married Feng'er." On the wedding night, I overheard his drunken true heart, and I realized that he already had a grudge against you! ”

Zeng Qingwu's body suddenly shook slightly.

Zeng Yihao looked at his father sympathetically and did not speak.

Wu's shopkeeper's words continued: "Later, Zhu'er was born, it is a seven-grade qualification, Haitao was very happy, and he also had some feelings for Feng'er, so he found me, saying that he had old troubles in his body, and he couldn't solve it if he was not Zihong Zong, for Zhu'er, Haitao decided to secretly poison your medicine, hoping to get my support, and promised me, said that after Zhu'er got married, if there are multiple children, you can have a boy surnamed Wu, and take my Wu family incense." ”

"I hurt Jingyuan when I was young, and I only had Feng'er a daughter, Zhu'er is all my hope, and Haitao also said that your wife had left you a high-level Xuanqi cultivation method, so, for the sake of Zhu'er's future, I agreed, and specially asked Xiao Liu to do his hands and feet every time you came to buy medicine, and hid Feng'er and Zhu'er with Haitao. ”

"Seeing your cultivation declining day by day, and watching your trust in Haitao deepen day by day, although I feel guilty, I am also secretly happy. As long as Zhu'er can become a weapon, what does it matter if I bear a little notoriety? Besides, I also know you quite well, with your surname, even if you fail, as long as Feng'er and Zhu'er really don't know, you will definitely let them live. ”

Zeng Yihao frowned secretly when he heard this, and the little sympathy that he couldn't help but give birth to when he saw the old man of the shopkeeper Wu suddenly disappeared. For the sake of future generations, you can go against the principles of your life and do things that harm others against your will, and calculate your father's surname for this reason.

With this result, it is also retribution!

When Shopkeeper Wu said this, his voice suddenly became urgent, angry, and excited: "But I never expected that the matter would be exposed so suddenly, and Feng'er, my only cherished daughter, died at the hands of Lu Yongjian's dog thief because Haitao and the wolf sought skin, and had nothing to do with this matter!"

The tears on his old face suddenly rolled down one by one, his face was full of misery, and his voice became hoarse: "I hate it even more, I hate that I have saved countless people in my life, but I can't save my daughter, I watched her soul return to Jiuquan, but she didn't even have the ability to take revenge!"

Seeing that the shopkeeper Wu was heartbroken, the old tears were full of tears, and the remorse in his eyes was obvious, and his father Zeng Qingwu was slightly moved when he heard this, and the anger hidden between his eyebrows had been replaced by forbearance and understanding, Zeng Yihao sighed secretly and took the initiative to speak: "There is no regret medicine in this world! This is the punishment of heaven!"

"However, there is one thing, you can rest assured, your daughter will not die in vain, and sooner or later I will have to seek revenge on Lu Yongjian!"

Glancing lightly at the entire empty and desolate courtyard, Zeng Yihao turned to his struggling father: "Dad, let's go!"

Although the shopkeeper Wu has been involved in the poisoning of medicine, this person first lost his grandson and then his only daughter, and there is no possibility of other relatives in this life, and the punishment is heavy enough. Zeng Yihao didn't want another life on his hands.

Zeng Qingwu looked obviously relieved, glanced at him gratefully, nodded, did not speak again, and turned to leave.

It was only when the father and son arrived at the gate that they suddenly heard a mournful cry: "Feng'er, it's Dad who can't stand you, Dad will accompany you now!"

Zeng Yihao quickly turned around, and saw that the shopkeeper Wu, who was originally sitting on the steps, was slamming into the sturdy doorpost with a look of despair and guilt, with a heavy "bang", the white-haired head was already covered with blood, and the bright red liquid quickly flowed from his forehead to the wrinkled cheeks, and then the entire Xiao Suo's old body slowly planted against the huge pillar, and the cloudy old eyes gradually closed, and soon, the chest was no longer undulating, only blood remained.

It turned out that the shopkeeper Wu regretted his actions, and he had no love, so he took the initiative to commit suicide by hitting the pillar.

The blood quickly dripped from the cheek of the shopkeeper to the ground to the fallen leaves on the ground, and the bright red on the half-green withered yellow dots looked extremely miserable and dazzling.

Zeng Qingwu was stunned, shook his head and sighed for a long time, the annoyance on his face had faded a lot, and he was more pity: "I knew it earlier, why bother in the first place?"

Tang Haitao died unexpectedly, and Zeng Qingwu couldn't ask a lot of words. Although the shopkeeper Wu participated in the poisoning of the medicine, he couldn't help them, but before he died, he was able to tell the whole story and the process, but Zeng Qingwu had a heartfelt matter, and there would be no more knots left in the future, which could be regarded as redeeming the merits.

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After leaving the Tang family, Zeng Yihao separated from his father, and first went to the Xuanroufang City, which was exclusively for martial artists to buy and sell, a first-class Xuanqi horned pig that had just died for half a day, and put it into the pocket of Wanbao Qiankun, and returned home quickly in the envious but slightly fearful eyes of the warriors next to him.

"It's a mess!" After a night of fierce fighting, the originally neat and quiet courtyard of the Zeng family is now full of traces of fighting: the smooth and smooth blue steel stone slabs are full of horizontal and vertical cracks, which are the results of the battles of several Xuan masters; the old laurel tree that Zeng Yihao used to like to secretly tell his heart most has now become the commander of the light pole, and the wrinkled skin is gone, only the new trunk remains; the blue brick wall on the east side has collapsed in half, but fortunately, no pedestrians outside dare to stop and look in.

What's even more striking is the thrilling pools of blood on the ground!

"Now that you've woken up, I'll ask someone to fix it. Zeng Qingwuzheng stroked the old laurel tree with a complicated expression, and when he saw his son stop and look around, he spoke: "I know, you have a lot to ask about the Zeng family. However, this is the place where I met your mother, and I don't plan to leave. ”

"I don't want to return to any wealthy family, I have to look at other people's eyes when I do everything!" Zeng Yihao knew his father's intentions when he heard it, and immediately expressed his understanding and support: "It's just a matter of repairing the yard, it's best to do it the day after tomorrow, now, there is something, I need your help." ”

"What's the matter?"

"I'll go back to my room first, and I'll tell you later. ”

Returning to his bedroom, closing the door, and entering the Devouring Space, Zeng Yihao's mind moved, and the scene of the space was quickly changed to the place where the Golden Flower of the Cold Snake Emperor was found in the labyrinth cave.

Only different from the bottom of the cliff in the purple pole back, there are now two lighted planting places in this cave.

Zeng Yihao tried to squat down on the first slightly shiny ground, to dig through the thick luminous sand, revealing the damp soil that was covered underneath, and then with a slight luck of his five fingers, he dug a shallow pit, and counted silently for three seconds, and then, the wet ground that did not turn back to the original one made Zeng Yihao smile with satisfaction: "It's also unsealed!"

Also checking the second shiny planting position, the smile on Zeng Yihao's face was even worse: "It's also unblocked!"

Next, he cautiously dug a few shallow pits in all directions of the ground to make sure that this place was really completely unsealed, and he immediately felt relieved.

"It seems that as long as one type of simulated environment is unblocked, all other types will be unblocked to the same extent. ”

Quickly exiting the ore devouring space, Zeng Yihao first went to the yard to wash his hands, and then took out the exquisite "Flying Feather" flying machine from the Wanbao Qiankun bag and put it in the wide courtyard, came to the kitchen, and told his father who was preparing dinner about his plan to go to the "Baizhang Death" to take the treasure.

It's not that Zeng Yihao doesn't want to go alone, but time waits for no one, and "Flying Feather" must be driven by a martial artist above the sixth order, and his cultivation is not enough.

"Okay! Without further ado, we'll go now!" Zeng Qingwu immediately put down the knife that was chopping meat, re-hung the meat that had not been completely chopped up in the bamboo basket hanging from the roof beam, and said: "With the "flying feather" on our behalf, we should be able to return soon!"

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There are only two seats in the front and rear of the flying feather, Zeng Qingwu is in the front position, and the longitudinal rod with strong spiritual energy is carefully tested in the courtyard for a while, and then he signals that Zeng Yihao can board, and the father and son hide in the flying machine that turns into an eagle body and slowly fly into the air from the courtyard of the Zeng family, identify the direction, and then quickly increase the flight speed and fly towards the Mangcang Mountain Range outside the city.

It's just that the father and son didn't know that after this real eagle body flew into the air from the courtyard of Zeng's house and left, on a nearby street, the poisonous tongue who was drinking tea in a simple teahouse suddenly stood up, looked at "Feiyu" suspiciously, and when it was dozens of feet away, he flew directly into the air and followed away.

Kuaixian City does not prohibit flying, and those wealthy low-level martial artists often take various gorgeous flying machines out of the city and into the city, which is a unique scenery in this world, as long as the speed is well controlled, it will generally not collide, so Feiyu is not particularly conspicuous among the various flying machines that come and go, and it does not attract the attention of other martial artists, so Zeng Yihao's slightly vigilant heart quickly let go.

When he flew out of the gate of Kuaixian City, Zeng Qingwu, who had been steadily controlling the direction, commented with satisfaction: "This flying machine is really good, very lightweight, very flexible, and the consumption of Xuan Qi is not high. You said that you would have broken through to the sixth order earlier, and you should test fly early. ”

"Tongbaofang is still relatively atmospheric. Zeng Yihao had lost his interest in watching the scenery in mid-air at this moment, lazily leaned on the back seat with a certain ergonomic principle, carefully looked at the wall in front of him that he didn't know what material was made of, filtering the air and aura little by little like fish gills, and replied casually.

Although the space in this is not large, it is not boring at all, not only is it not boring, but it will also slowly absorb the aura of the outside world, which can supplement the consumption of people to a certain extent, and it feels very labor-saving.

Flying is actually the same as driving, you need to be smart, comfortable, fuel-efficient, and safe. At present, "Flying Feather" satisfies at least the first three points, as for the fourth point, because there is no battle for the time being, it is impossible to judge.

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