And Long Shaoqing's answer made Wang Ziyan's heart full of emotion.

"Purple smoke, you remember. No matter what happens, we both have to be together, and I will not leave you no matter what, even if you do something unforgivable, you will still be my wife, and I will still be with you forever. ”

"Well, I hope you will always remember what you said today. ”

Speaking of this, Qing Songzi then said: "That day, your mother secretly sneaked into the tomb of the Oriental Ancestor in the dead of night, stole a painting from the coffin, and then sent this painting to the Bloody Clothes Sect, because your father guessed that the sword spectrum of the Oriental Divine Sword was hidden in the coffin of the Oriental Ancestor, and your mother believed that the painting she stole was the sword spectrum of the Oriental Divine Sword, but it turned out to be not. Soon after, the news of the reappearance of "Wu Mu's Testament" on the rivers and lakes came out inexplicably. ”

When Long Xiaotian heard the master talk about this, he suddenly thought of the painting that Dugu gave him in his mind, so he took out the painting from the master's hand and said, "Could it be that my mother stole this painting back then? And this painting happens to be related to the clues of "Wu Mu's Testament". ”

Qing Songzi nodded, and said to Long Xiaotian in an approving tone: "Well, your analysis is very correct, this painting of yours was snatched by Dugu from the lackeys of the Bloody Clothes Sect, maybe it was really this painting that your mother stole back then." ”

"But how can there be clues related to "Wu Mu's Testament" written on this painting?"

Long Xiaotian asked as he carefully observed the painting, hoping to find some clues.

After a while, he found several thin white characters like ants on the scroll of this painting, which were written in Wu Mu's suicide note hidden in this painting.

At this glance, Qing Songzi suddenly realized the mystery, and finally understood why there were such rumors on the rivers and lakes.

It turned out that the scroll of this painting had already stated that this painting was related to the whereabouts of "Wu Mu's Testament", but there was nothing on this painting except Huashan, so even if Yang Fucheng, a lackey of the Blood Clothes Sect, knew that "Wu Mu's Testament" was reappearing, he couldn't find the whereabouts of this book. ”

However, Long Xiaotian was eager to know about his own background, so he urged his master to continue telling stories about his parents and mother.

"Master, put this aside for the time being, and tell me the story of my parents! Do you know what happened to my mother after she stole the painting?"

"After your mother stole the painting, my master, who was also your grandfather, was furious, and soon found out that your mother had done it, and knew your mother's identity and wanted to burn her to death. Later, your father did not hesitate to fight his brother to save your mother, and finally successfully escaped from Huashan with your mother. Your grandfather ordered me to lead Huashan to send disciples down the mountain to find your father and mother, and because I was thinking of your father's friendship and the relationship between the same disciple and brother, I refused to bring your parents back to Huashan even if I knew where they were, and you and your brother were both born at the same time a year later. ”

"Then why did they leave me and my brother in Huashan alone, and how did my brother get taken away by the blood-clothed messenger?"

Hearing this key paragraph about his life experience, Long Xiaotian listened more attentively, and what he had been waiting for for more than ten years was the next few hours.

"It's not your father and mother who left you and your brother on Huashan alone, but your father was beaten to death by the blood-clothed messenger for snatching the blood-clothed messenger's fiancée, when the blood-clothed messenger blamed your mother for forgetting her feelings and empathizing and wanting to kill your mother, I was rescued by me and my master, and then rescued you by the way, but failed to save your brother. ”

At this time, Qing Songzi's mind flashed his memories of that incident again.

Just after Long Shaoqing and Wang Ziyan got married, not long after giving birth to the brothers Long Xiaodi and Long Xiaotian, the blood-clothed messenger came uninvited with resentment towards Wang Ziyan and jealousy towards Long Shaoqing.

"Ziyan, no wonder I haven't been able to find you for the past year, it turns out that you hid here to marry this bastard surnamed Long, and gave birth to these two evil species, how can you treat me like this. At the beginning, you told me that you would grow old together for a long time, but you betrayed me for this bastard surnamed Long. ”

At this time, Wang Ziyan hugged Long Xiaotian and Long Xiaotian brothers tightly, for fear that the blood-clothed messenger would be unfavorable to her two children, and her heart was full of great worry and uneasiness.

But she felt really ashamed of the man who had fallen in love with her in front of her, and in desperation, she lowered her head with shame and said: "I know that I am sorry for you, if you want to kill it, kill it!" But I beg you to spare my two innocent children after I die, please don't embarrass them. ”

The blood-clothed messenger interrupted Wang Ziyan's words sharply and said, "You cheap woman, you are not qualified to give me conditions. I didn't expect you to be such a person. Do you think you'll be able to solve the problem when you're dead? I'm telling you no. ”

As a father and husband, Long Shaoqing saw that his wife and children were threatened by the wicked, so he drew his sword bravely and fearlessly, and was ready to fight the blood-clothed messenger desperately.

"Blood-clad bringer, I tell you. As long as I am in you, you don't want to hurt my wife and children, the person who snatched Ziyan is me, if you want revenge, you should find me to take revenge, if I unfortunately die at your hands, I hope you can let her go for the sake of falling in love with Ziyan, if you are still a good man, don't embarrass these two innocent children. ”

Long Shaoqing's words made the blood-clothed envoy even more jealous, only to see that he was glaring at Long Shaoqing in front of him with a blue face, and his eyes were already full of incomparable resentment and killing intent.

"Since you want to seek death like this, I will fulfill you. You snatched my beloved, I wanted to break you to pieces for a long time, if I didn't kill you today, my blood-clothed messenger wouldn't be a man. ”

"As long as you can spare my wife and children after my death, even if you divide my corpse into five horses, I will not complain if ten thousand arrows pierce my heart. Although I know that my martial arts skills are not as good as yours, I will fight you for whatever my wife and children say. ”

"Oh, you seem to be a man! Okay, good, I promise you. ”

"I hope you keep your word. ”

"My blood-clothed messenger has always been true to his word, if you can not be defeated by me within ten moves, I will let your family go, if you die within ten moves, then you can't blame me. ”

Seeing that Long Shaoqing had already decided to fight the blood-clothed messenger to the death, Wang Ziyan hurriedly persuaded: "Shaoqing, you don't have to pay such a big sacrifice for me, I chose you willingly in the first place, and all the mistakes are my fault alone, and all the consequences should be borne by me." ”

After saying that, she glanced at the blood-clothed messenger and said to him, "If you want to kill, kill me." ”

The blood-clothed messenger looked at Wang Ziyan at this moment with a disgusted look, and scolded: "You slut woman, shut up for me, the more you plead for this bastard surnamed Long, the more I want him to die in front of you." ”

Then he turned his head and stabbed Long Shaoqing's heart with the gaze that seemed to be about to eat a person, like two sharp swords, and said angrily: "Long Shaoqing, suffer death!"

After finishing speaking, he stretched out his palms and used the ten-layer internal force to attack Long Shaoqing at the beginning, and he had already planned to kill Long Shaoqing in his heart.

Due to the huge difference in the skills of the two, in less than five moves, Long Shaoqing was beaten by the blood-clothed messenger's blood-clothed god and vomited blood, and fell dying in Wang Ziyan's arms.

"No, no. ”

Wang Ziyan said while holding Long Shaoqing who fell into her arms, but at this time, Long Shaoqing seemed so calm and calm in the face of the arrival of death, he looked at his wife and sleeping child with a smile and said: "I can die for my beloved wife and my dearest child, it is a well-deserved death, I have no ability to protect you and the child, I'm really sorry, I went first." ”

After saying this, Long Shaoqing lost his breath and passed away with a happy smile.

Seeing her husband die in front of her like this, Wang Ziyan's heart was filled with incomparable grief, she would never be able to forgive the blood-clothed messenger in her life.

At this time, the blood-clothed messenger said coldly to Wang Ziyan: "Ziyan, I have a word with Long Shaoqing first, and I will never embarrass you and your two children." As long as you return to me from now on, I am willing to treat these two children as my own and raise them. ”

Wang Ziyan raised his head and glared fiercely at the blood-clothed messenger in front of him, and said, "I won't go with you, let alone return to you, if you kill my husband, I will never forgive you in my life, you go!"

Wang Ziyan's words made the blood-clothed messenger even more angry at this time.

He gritted his teeth, pointed at Wang Ziyan and scolded: "Slut, you empathize and don't fall in love, I'm sorry for me first, and you're embarrassed to let me go." If you don't come with me, don't blame me for killing you and your two evil seeds. ”

"If you want to kill, kill it! Anyway, without Shaoqing by my side, it's not interesting for me to live. ”

"Damn, you cheap woman who doesn't know how to lift, since you want to die so much, I will fulfill you, let your family reunite in the underworld, and suffer death!"

When the blood-clothed messenger was about to use the blood-clothed divine palm to kill Wang Ziyan, Wang Ziyan suddenly shouted: "Slow." ”

Her loud shout made the blood-clothed envoy feel a little happy in his heart, thinking that Wang Ziyan had figured it out and decided to change his mind and go with him, so he withdrew his palm and asked with a smile: "What's the matter?"

And Wang Ziyan's answer made the blood-clothed messenger completely fall into despair.

"No, I said I wouldn't go with you. I just wanted to tell you about these two children. ”

"What's the matter?"

"Actually, these two children are actually ......"