Chapter 77 There are others too.
The sect leader's edict is also an urgent order, meaning that a corresponding response must be made upon seeing it.
—Of course, there was no room for refusal.
After saying those words, Meng Youhui considered countless possibilities and made corresponding responses to each possible situation.
They even provided flawless answers on how to answer questions if one were to go to the Discipline Hall.
Meng Youhui was confident that after listening to his words, his father would definitely change his opinion of that woman.
But what I never expected was that the punishment would be in a dark room.
He learned about his birth and his relationship with his father when he was seven years old. From that moment on, his father's past life was completely passed on to him.
That dark room held the memories of the Qiao family, and even more so, all of Meng Ji's fragile past.
Naturally, the seven-year-old child also experienced an unprecedented fear of the dark room at that moment.
This childhood fear can never be cured into adulthood.
So much so that when Meng Youhui arrived at the dark room, he knelt on the prayer mat to beg for forgiveness before he could even speak. His usually straight back was slightly bent at the neck. "Father, I was wrong."
"What's wrong?"
There were two futons in the secret room. Meng Ji sat cross-legged on the other futon. He had arrived early, and the white veil was no longer covering his eyes, revealing golden patterns surging on his thin eyelids.
The words did not seem to surprise Meng Youhui.
“I shouldn’t have told Miss Qingwen those fabricated stories meant to deceive mortals.” Upon hearing this, Meng Youhui prostrated himself on the ground, looking extremely respectful. “I was just worried that Father would be deceived, so I wanted to test Miss Qingwen.”
From the information Meng Youhui gleaned, it became clear that Miss Qingwen's identity was not simple.
It's perfectly normal for someone to be worried about their father and try to test him.
"Lying!" Meng Ji suddenly raised his eyes, his eyes, which were covered in golden patterns, were filled with a chilling aura. He stared intently at the person kneeling on the ground. "You're not worried about me, you're afraid that if I get together with her and have a child, it will threaten your position."
If, from childhood, someone wholeheartedly supports him without any ulterior motives, and instills in him from a young age the skills of literature, martial arts, and swordsmanship, what kind of thoughts would he develop?
It feels natural to let things take their course, and it feels natural to think that this is how it should be.
What if one day that unshakeable position is shaken?
Meng Ji was never afraid of Meng Youhui's ambition to become the sect leader; in fact, it could be said that Meng Youhui was the one who caused it. He was also aware of Meng Youhui's concerns.
But of all the things he shouldn't have done, he had to touch her. Meng Ji's face was indifferent, his tone gentle: "You are the closest person to me in this world, and no one can shake your position. I brought you into this world, so you will bear any accidents that happen in this world."
"But you shouldn't have, you absolutely shouldn't have, tried to sow discord between her and me!" Meng Ji barely managed to suppress the rising anger in his heart so that his voice didn't turn into a furious roar. However, he still lost his color, his pale lips pressed to the limit, and his lips were turning white.
The eyes that were being treated showed a hint of crimson, a sign that the Dao heart was unstable and the person was about to fall into demonic possession.
Meng Youhui, who had unconsciously raised his body in surprise, suddenly became frightened and hurriedly stepped forward, "Father, please stop talking. Let me guide your spiritual energy."
"No need." The inner demons made Meng Ji extremely irrational. Even the slightest movement could make him irritable. Rage, anger, and bloodlust surged in his heart, finally manifesting in his eyes as blood red, covering his pupils.
In an instant, the gaze fixed on Meng Youhui was as if he were looking at a dead object.
Meng Youhui was immediately startled and quickly got up and rolled to the side. But it was too late. The invisible hands seemed to be able to accurately predict his movements and directly slammed him against the wall.
With a crash, the plaster crumbled and fell to the ground.
This was already the result of Meng Youhui protecting his body with spiritual power, but even so, he still coughed up a lot of blood.
The pervasive smell of blood further stimulates the five senses.
Meng Youhui knew he was in trouble and tried to get up to dodge, but the invisible pressure held him immobile. Blood began to seep from his nose and ears, and the veins in his neck bulged from the struggle.
The air grew thin, my mind became hazy, a white light flashed before my eyes, and the hand fell down with the overwhelming white light.
Suddenly, the airflow tilted, and this subtle change caused the trajectory of the falling hand to change as well.
— Rumble
The walls burst open, and Meng Youhui felt a wave of relief wash over him. He took a deep breath and exclaimed, "Father!"
When he looked up this time, the golden patterns and blood red had all receded from Meng Ji's eyes, and his vision had returned to clarity.
He looked at the mess all around, tilted his head, and spat out a mouthful of blood.
"fine."
Meng Ji suppressed the broken heart meridian caused by the backlash, his chest heaving violently. After a moment, he personally helped the person up.
Sweat dripped from his forehead, and he sighed softly, "The position of sect leader is insignificant to me. I misunderstood what happened back then. I shouldn't have been so arrogant, and neither should you."
He looked at Meng Youhui, and with a flick of his eyelids, he directly reduced his spiritual power by two hundred years. With another flick of his finger, he even retrieved Meng Youhui's natal sword into his storage space. "Judging others by one's own standards is very wrong. It was she who made me understand this many years later."
“I have no interest in power, otherwise I would not have brought you into this world. In this world, I only value her. If you offend her, it is the same as offending me.”
“You can repent here. When you've figured things out, go and apologize to her. Once she forgives you, I will naturally forgive you too.”
Meng Youhui lowered his head, "Yes, Father."
Having been punished, Meng Ji felt remorse and returned to Wugou Pavilion almost immediately. However, Wugou Pavilion was long deserted, and the pastries were covered in dust on the ground.
As he watched, Meng Ji chuckled softly, and a moment later, a tear fell. "So it was just to comfort me."
"They were just trying to fool me."
He took a deep breath and stepped into the side hall with a blank expression.
*
Qingshui Town
As the year draws to a close, ice pellets, like salt grains, fall from the sky, clattering and crackling as they hit the ground.
At this time, everyone kept their doors closed, and even the street vendors stopped coming out.
But only one house had its door wide open, as if waiting for some distinguished guest.
A moment later, a tall, slender figure arrived amidst the wind and snow.
The man's white hair reached the ground, the overly smooth strands almost blending into the ice on the ground, yet he wore a black outer robe that trailed on the ground, appearing quite heavy, giving him an aura of coldness from the inside out, which even the pure white could not purify.
—Knock knock knock, knock knock
The sound of knocking on the door was heard
The irregular rhythm revealed the man's slightly impatient expression.
When the sound reached the room, the girl paused in her hand that was fiddling with the candied fruit. Then, her fingertips, which were resting on the candied fruit, began to twitch slightly and uncontrollably a few times.
It's no use!
They panicked like this before even hearing anything.
Didn't we already know he would come?
This utterly pathetic scene instinctively displeased Yao Jin. She pursed her lips and turned her eyes to the doorway with an imposing air.
Actually, you can't see much. Although the house isn't big, there are several obstacles that cover it, such as the big locust tree in the yard.
For example, the high steps at the entrance.
These obstacles blocked people's view and also concealed Yao Jin's current disheveled state.
She stated firmly, "The door isn't closed."
The knocking stopped abruptly on the deserted street.
The girl's voice, clearly tinged with anger, echoed, and her indescribable anxiety vanished at that moment. Meng Ji clasped his long, slender fingers together in front of his abdomen and said slowly, "In that case, I'll come in."
They looked at each other blankly, the cold air flowing through every corner, making the atmosphere somewhat frozen.
Meng Ji looked up at her, and when he saw that Yao Jin was not transforming into the appearance of "Qing Wen", his expression showed some contemplation. The words he had prepared changed at this moment. "Madam, how have you been these years?"
Yao Jin raised an eyebrow, surprised by the question. "Does it really matter whether it's good or bad?"
“Of course it’s important.” Meng Ji lowered his head, his white hair slipping down and covering most of his face, revealing only a slightly red nose tip, making him look incredibly sad. “Back then, Madam was first framed and then seriously injured. Under those circumstances, there was no one to take care of her.”
"It must have been very tough..."
Yao Jin was able to sit here peacefully, and even if she didn't know all the details of what happened back then, she could still understand the general outline. However, Meng Ji kept quiet and didn't mention it, only asking her how she was doing.
Yao Jin was somewhat moved, recalling the sword he had taken for him years ago, and the happy times he had spent traveling and enjoying the scenery over the years. A rare feeling of conscience rose in his heart. "Hmm, not bad."
"If that's alright, then I'm relieved that Madam has been taken care of all these years." Meng Ji spoke slowly, his expression unchanged from usual, and a look of satisfaction in his words.
Yao Jin unconsciously relaxed and became more talkative. "It's just for fun and to relieve boredom. I don't need anyone to accompany me all the time. It's annoying to look at someone like that."
“Yes, I don’t think Madam is the kind of person who would want to stay with one person forever.” Meng Ji’s expression had calmed down.
"Um?"
Meng Ji withdrew his gaze, and the corners of his lips slowly curved up. "What I mean is that Madam is straightforward and easygoing. Facing the same person every day can indeed be quite boring."
For some reason, even with this explanation, Yao Jin still felt a chill run down her spine.
There is a kind of vigilance that small animals feel when facing predators.
Before she could ponder the details, Meng Ji's gentle voice came again, "I wonder how Chu Fengli's condition is... Has his hair grown back yet?"
Over the years, Chu Fengliu has tried many things to grow back his thick, beautiful hair, including He Shou Wu, ginseng essence, and astragalus. He even went to a Buddhist temple to draw lots and took the path of metaphysics.
The scenes from that time are still vivid in her mind. When she mentions it, Yao Jin can't help but laugh. "You have no idea, not only did he get heat rash on his head from wearing a veil to cover his head in the middle of summer, but he was even harassed by someone from behind who mistook him for a little girl. Chu Fengliu was so angry that he exploded on the spot."
"Even now, Chi Yi and I still laugh at him about it."
As soon as he finished speaking, Meng Ji gracefully raised his eyes.
His features were striking, his eyes gleaming—"Oh?"
"And Chi Yi?"
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