Seeing Zhike fall to the ground, the white snow was full of bright red, and the face of the rich man sank.

This is also something he did not expect.

He knew that his son was not in agreement with him, but he was still a son if he did not agree.

It's nothing to be noisy and imprisoned, he doesn't care at all, no matter how you say it, it's a bump between the upper and lower teeth of the family.

If you move the knife and take your life, then it's different.

"Your son is going to kill you!" Uncle Li Guo shouted from behind, "Elder Gao, you have no way to teach your son."

After that, he stepped back and beckoned the people he brought to protect himself.

The rich man seemed to be amused by Uncle Li's words again, his originally calm face dissipated, and he looked at Gao Xiaoliu, who aimed the sword at him, waved his hand to let the person who was protecting him get out of the way, and stepped forward towards the sword.

"The son of the student who wants to be a student, now he has completed his studies, he will die in battle, and the son will be stunned. And if you still want to be angry, you will be stunned, won't it be difficult!" He said to Uncle Li Guo, and then looked at Gao Xiaoliu and smiled, "The son I gave birth to and my adopted son even wants to kill me for the sake of Mosheng's righteousness, it's not that I have no way to teach my son, but this is because I have a good way to teach my son, and my son has learned something, even if he wants to kill me, I won't resent it."

Uncle Li Guo muttered in the back: "They are all crazy."

Gao Xiaoliu's expression was cold: "Don't say these empty words, Dad, if you are really proud of Moyi, you will not force my son to do this."

The rich man nodded: "Empty words, what I said is empty words, then let me ask you, what are you fighting and killing with the banner of Moyi now?"

Gao Xiaoliu said, "Naturally, it's for Momen."

"Am I not here for Momen?" Said the rich man.

"You're doing it for yourself!" Gao Xiaoliu said, "Dad, you dedicated Momen to the emperor, can Momen still exist?"

"I exist! Momen exists!" The rich man shouted, and the man took another step forward, "And there will be a new Momen!"

Speaking of this, his voice lowered again and looked at Gao Xiaoliu.

"This secret vault is filled with Luo Gong's dedication to the King of Jin for rebellion, it is already ill-gotten wealth, it is the shame of my Momen, what's wrong with me dedicating it to Your Majesty?"

"If we are wrong and guilty, we should show our sincerity to the emperor and let the emperor see our confession."

"Only when the emperor sees and accepts and tolerates us, can we atone for our sins and start over."

"What is the meaning of Momen's existence now? It should be crumpled and torn up and refined!"

Speaking of this, the rich man took a step forward, and rolled his sleeves to the six-foot sword.

Gao Xiaoliu, who was originally listening, scolded in his heart, put away his sword and retreated, but he was still a step too late, and his fluttering sleeves wrapped around the sword body like a snake, and it was suddenly pressed down like iron and stone.

Gao Xiaoliu only felt that his arm was about to be broken, and knelt down on one knee with a bang.

The rich man looked at him and said word by word.

"With a bad reputation, how can you benefit the world, how can you prosper the people's livelihood, the first sage has long said that you must let the prince use my words in order to do practical deeds."

Gao Xiaoliu wanted to say something, but at this moment, he gritted his teeth, and held the sword with all his strength with both hands so that it would not be taken away, so he couldn't open his mouth to speak.

"So, you colluded with the King of Jin to support him as emperor?"

A voice fell from above.

Gao Xiaoliu was stunned, and the power of the opposite side to press the sword body stagnated.

The people around also looked up, mixed with Uncle Li's exclamation, "What..."

Man or ghost?

Halfway up the rocky mountainside of the cliff mountain, there is a person standing on a long and winding dead tree, with a beautiful dress, black hair and white face, eyes like cold stars, and eyebrows like distant mountains.

This costume is very beautiful, but it is mixed with the rocks and dead trees of the mountains, like a mountain ghost without people, and no one notices.

"Seven stars!" Gao Xiaoliu shouted, rolled on the spot and crashed into the rich man, and at the same time raised his arms and raised his hands, "Take the sword!"

With a tearing sound, the six-foot sword broke free from the sleeve of the rich man and flew upward.

Seven stars flew down from the dead wood, caught the six-foot sword, turned his wrist, and stood on the ground, the long sword

Again, aim at the rich man.

"So back then, it was you who colluded with the King of Jin, deceived the head, and deceived Mozhong into going to Jindi." Qixing asked again, "Coercing Momen to rebel against the crowd for the King of Jin?"

Gao Xiaoliu, who had just gotten up on the spot, looked shocked, turned around reluctantly, and struck at the rich man with both fists.

"Daddy—" he hissed.

The fist wind roared, but with a wave of the rich man's hand, the broken sleeves of his shirt swung up and cut through Gao Xiaoliu's fist wind, and at the same time raised his foot, and with a bang, Gao Xiaoliu was kicked away and fell into the crowd on the side, and two more people were knocked down.

The rich man ignored Gao Xiaoliu anymore, looked at Qixing, and suddenly asked, "Are you Luo Gong's daughter?" Luo Gong and your mother have an illegitimate life?"

Hearing this, Gao Xiaoliu, who was propping himself up, looked at Qixing again in shock, he knew that Qixing's mother was a Beitang craftsman, but he had never heard her say anything about her father.

It turned out to be the head of Luo.

"Not illegitimacy." Qixing said, "Luo Gong and my mother got acquainted with each other, there were matchmakers and hires, and they worshipped the patriarch of heaven and earth, but they were separated because of things, and they were separated, and they had nothing to do with each other."

The rich man suddenly sighed, "I see." He asked with interest, "How do you know that I colluded with King Jin?" How do you know? Luo Gong and the three elders all died on the spot, how can I tell you?"

Is this an admission?!

Although Gao Xiaoliu was already convinced when he heard Qixing say it, his heart was still like a knife, and he shouted angrily, "Dad, what have you done! I always thought you were doing something wrong now, but I didn't expect you—"

I've done wrong things in the past.

He has always hated Luo for destroying Momen, but he didn't expect that the culprit turned out to be his father!

Listening to Gao Xiaoliu's shout that almost broke his throat, the rich man Gao glanced at him.

"What did I do wrong? I haven't done anything wrong now, and I haven't done anything wrong before." He said, "I have always been for Momen, and there is nothing wrong with doing it for Momen."

"You rebelled against the troubled times for the sake of Momen?" Gao Xiaoliu stood up with a thrashing of the ground, I don't know if it was hit by Shicai or beaten by himself, the flesh of his hands was oozing blood, "You Shicai still kept questioning my Moyi, righteousness, righteousness, what righteousness do you have to say!"

"Of course I can!" The rich man also shouted again, and shook his hands, "I said that I want to prosper Mo Dao, and I want the prince to use my words to get acquainted with the king of Jin, but he treats the king of Jin like a poor man and an ordinary man, and he is only willing to do small things as a craftsman in front of the king of Jin, repairing ditches and digging ditches, and refuses to sit in front of the king of Jin.

Speaking of this, he sneered.

"But when I heard that I was casting an artifact for the emperor, I didn't hesitate to pour out the power of the ink gate, which is really ridiculous."

Hearing this, the ink man standing on Gao Xiaoliu's side couldn't help but ask, "How is this ridiculous, isn't it better for the Son of Heaven to see the power of my ink gate than the King of Jin?"

After all, King Jin is just a prince, and he still won't inherit the prince of the great unification, and he can't even compare to the crown prince.

The rich man looked at him with a sneering expression.

"For the Son of Heaven, what if we cast an artifact in Momen?" He said, "The Son of Heaven is orthodox, the prince is honored, all the people are wanted, and all officials and Taoists are worshipped, and my Momen is dispensable in front of the Son of Heaven."

"However, if you help King Jin ascend the throne as emperor."

At this point, his expression was shining, and his voice was even louder.

"My Momen is a great meritorious minister in front of the King of Jin, and there is no substitute, so that I can speak to the prince from above, and convince the common people downward, so that the way of the Mosheng can be carried forward."

When he heard this, Qixing said again, "So you colluded with the King of Jin to set up a scam of casting artifacts, deceived my father, and deceived the Mo people, they only came to cast artifacts for the emperor, not to rebel against the King of Jin."

The rich man smiled: "This can't be said to be a scam, this should be said to be the mandate of heaven, otherwise how could a meteorite fall into the Jin land, the time and place are favorable."

At this point, there was another sigh.

"I wanted to explain this to Luo Gong, but he was dissatisfied with my association with Fei Mo, and someone accused me of raising killers for money, and he was not interested in listening to my words, and was bent on abolishing my position as an elder."

He shook his head.

"It's really chilling, as a third-generation elder, I have gathered countless wealth for Momen, and he, a late-born descendant, actually condemned me and punished me for not Mo."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and tore it at his wrist like a piece of flesh being torn off.

The people standing near saw the wrinkled and whitish wrists of the rich man with the words ink.

Non-ink.

Gao Xiaoliu covered his face with his bleeding hands and let out a wail.