The heavenly Mi Chu looked down at the humble scholar in front of him, and asked coldly, "Mi Qing, who are you?"

As the simple name of Mi Qing flowed out of Gongzi Chu's mouth, Jiang Lin, who was still noisy just now, was silent again, but many onlookers looked at the high Mijia Tianjiao with an inexplicable gaze.

In the past, I only knew that this Tianjiao was domineering, but when I look at it today, I'm afraid he is not a fool.

The people of Xiling all know that Mi Qing is the village chief of Mijia Village, but this kind of question is too stupid, even if that scholar is really the remnant of Mijia Village, how dare he admit it in front of everyone, isn't this tantamount to suicide, and there were a few irrepressible sneers from the crowd.

Only Xiao has a blue face, and they all say that they can see people's hearts for a long time, but most of the time, people and dogs can see it at a glance.

The purity of Bei Bai is almost the only one he has seen in his life, and it is impossible for such a person who knows etiquette and observance to deny his relationship with his biological father in public, but in this way, no one can save his life.

"Friend, don't do anything stupid!" Xiao Zheng secretly felt anxious in his heart, just hoping that the Heavenly God and Buddha could hear his prayers.

But if Mi Bai doesn't do this, how can he be Mi Bai?

"Mi Qing is my father. ”

Almost without hesitation, the scholar raised his head and answered Mi Chu's question, and said seriously: "If you want to find the descendants of Mijia Village, I am the only one, those children are innocent children who are living in Xiling, and please let them go." ”

Since he was ten years old, he knew that on this day, someone from the Tang family or the Mi family would appear in front of him, ask him where he came from, and ask him about his relationship with Mi Qing, in fact, he had already thought about it, and if someone asked, he would tell the truth.

More than ten years of wandering and loneliness made him almost forget the voices and smiles of everyone in Mijia Village, and of course he forgot his father and mother, but what he will never forget is that when he was young, he always showed envy and lost his temper with his mother because he was envious of the new toys and clothes of the children in the neighboring village.

"Although we are poor, we don't lie, we don't lose our temper casually; we don't bully the weak, we can't take anything that is not ours; if we practice martial arts well, the village will definitely become rich in the future!"

His father's voice and smile have long been forgotten, only these words have grown up with him, although he has no way to insist on practicing martial arts, but he still chooses to practice calligraphy and painting, and his days are getting better day by day.

He didn't become a gangster, didn't become a ruffian, and didn't become a beggar all because of his father's teachings, and this persistence made him make friends like Xu Laoying, Tang Luo, and Xiao Zheng.

It's just father, why is there always such a bastard in the world who likes to bully the weak, Mi Bai looked at the group of children who were still shivering from the cold in the distance in the net, and his eyes were full of anger when he looked at Mi Chu!

Everyone didn't care what the scholar said later, they only heard that the scholar actually admitted that he was the remnant of Mijia Village, and they only felt dizzy.

How did such a fool live to such a big age? Looking at Jiang Linzhong's scholar who was neither humble nor arrogant, everyone couldn't help but have such a question in their hearts at the same time.

And Mi Chu, who was standing on top of Bingluan's head, was like a holy king who reigned over the world, his fierce and domineering momentum exploded, and he asked Xiao Zheng with a monstrous murderous temperament in his eyes: "What else do you have to say at this time?"

"There's nothing to say about it. Xiao Zheng took a deep breath, although he could no longer support Mi Bai because of his identity as the son of the Xiao clan patriarch, he still wanted to fight for Mi Bai's life: "But ......."

"Shut up!"

Before Xiao Zheng finished speaking, he was interrupted by Mi Chu arrogantly: "Unless you want to cover up the rebellion, otherwise keep your mouth shut honestly!"

The domineering son Chu Cai will not listen to these reasons, he is here to execute.

He was shocked at the first sight of Mi Bai, he couldn't imagine that everyone who was a poet, calligraphy and painting was such a young scholar, looking at the "Wangyue Map" brought back by Yan Lingjing and then looking at the young scholar, he suddenly surged into a burst of anger, this person actually set up a stall in the west of the city, and sold the calligraphy for a few gold!

When he thought of the poetry and calligraphy he loved so much, he was furious when this poor scholar sold it cheaply.

And this person is still so young, he may create better works in the future, thinking that the "Wangyue Tu" in his hand may be surpassed in the future, he can't hold back the killing intent in his heart.

"Such talent, untimely death is the destiny!"

From that moment on, Mi Chu had already made up his mind to kill, he didn't want more calligraphy, and he didn't want more paintings, just this pair of "Wangyue Tu" in his hand.

All the calligraphy sold by Mi Bai was taken back and burned, leaving only a picture of "Wangyue" in the world, which can be called a real sound!

"Mi Bai!" Mi Chu, who stood on the top of Luan like a holy king, called the scholar's name and pronounced the verdict: "The son of Mi Qing, the remnants of Mijia Village, the secret Xiling market, raising many dead soldiers with the intention of revenge for the rebellion of the dead Xiling, the sin is unforgivable, today this son will send you and this group of dead soldiers to the underworld to reunite with the people of Mijia Village, you can be convinced!?"

The powerful momentum of the unity of spiritual intent was blatantly pressed on the scholar's shoulders, and how could a little scholar be able to resist the murderous aura of the spiritual power and the sea of blood mixed with the corpse mountain, and the moment the momentum came, Mi Bai was pressed to the ground, and his body was as if he was repenting.

It's just that who can't see that this is because he is taken by the momentum and is convinced? A mere scholar, in the face of such a violent momentum, even if he is not convinced, how can he open his mouth.

Some onlookers flashed unbearably in their eyes, as if they saw the miserable appearance of the scholar who was about to be executed by Pei Tianlu for a while.

And at the moment when the momentum was approaching, Mi Bai's head was indeed blank, his body was cold, his limbs were cold, and he could only curl up on the ground, but the anger in his heart could not be calmed down like a river!

How can you be convinced?

What did Mijia Village do wrong, just because the secret realm was opened next to the village, and it was a big rebellion because it wanted to take fifty percent?

And what did you do wrong, read and write, and be kind to others, why should you be bullied by this villain?

What did that group of children do wrong, they have been living on the streets since they were children, and they finally lived a stable life, but they were beaten to death because of themselves!

Grievances, resentment, and grievances! Turning into bloody courage with liver and brain, Mi Bai actually stood up with the momentum of Mi Chu, trembling and resolutely shouting: "I! no!

Everyone was shocked, because of the courage of the scholar, and because of the anger and despair in the shouts, what kind of dissatisfaction could make this weak scholar have such courage to face the most domineering Tianjiao in Xiling.

Seeing that the scholar who was strengthened by the momentum actually stood up, Mi Chu's face was unprecedentedly gloomy, and the red and black Limang slashed through his hand, and the scholar's right arm was broken shoulder to shoulder with one blow.