These are a pair of clear eyes, hidden behind a window.
It reflected the tragic scene on Suzaku Street at that moment.
The next second, his eyes gradually closed.
I don’t know how much time passed.
“I caught that vibe.”
Zhao Rong closed his eyes and said.
The bloody man just now gave the last finger of his life in those three seconds when his life was burning.
Sword furnace.
Zhao Rong was extremely familiar with it because he had practiced it millions of times.
But the finger just now was still deeply imprinted in his heart.
Is this the fist stance that Brother Sanbian asked me to look at carefully before he left this morning?
At this moment, the Qi and blood in Zhao Rong's body could not help but vibrate, and his Qi was extremely disordered, flying around like a group of headless flies.
"...Wuwu, what, what did you say?"
Covering her mouth and with red eyes, Su Xiaoxiao looked up at the young scholar who was standing by the window with a calm expression and his eyes closed.
Zhao Rong could clearly feel the innate vital energy that he had been searching for hidden in this chaotic energy, and slowly sorted it out and guided it.
Zhao Rong opened his eyes and said calmly: "I found the innate vitality in my body."
Su Xiaoxiao sniffed, the tip of her nose turned red, "Zhao Rong, Liu Sanbian is dead, he is dead, wuwu, he was fine this morning, and now, he is dead now, wuwu..."
"I know."
Zhao Rong spoke softly.
Upon hearing this, the little fox demon forgot to wipe away her tears and stared at Zhao Rong blankly.
The young scholar turned his head and looked at Su Xiaoxiao calmly for a while, then suddenly raised his hand and held her palm-sized face.
The little fox demon was dazed and did not stop it. Instead, it tilted its head slightly.
He used his right thumb to carefully wipe away the tears that overflowed from her narrow eyes like autumn water.
Her eyes were red from crying and her long eyelashes trembled slightly.
Zhao Rong said solemnly: "Don't cry."
Su Xiaoxiao bit her pink lip habitually, raised her head, looked into Zhao Rong's eyes for a moment, and nodded.
"Don't cry, Xiaoxiao."
…
morning.
Lord of Boyun Mountain.
A pavilion.
"Where are you going?"
"Liang Jing."
"Why are you going there?"
"Eat noodles."
Zhao Rong was speechless for a moment.
He put the book box on the ground, sat on it, and looked up at Liu Sanbian.
Suddenly he said:
"Is he dead?"
Liu Sanbian turned his head and looked at the green mountains in the distance.
"Um."
"I heard that it was done by a playboy named Qin Ji."
"Um."
"I also heard that Qin Ji's family background is very prominent. They are the Langxi Qin family, the most powerful family in your Wei Dynasty."
"Um."
"His father is the powerful Prime Minister of Wei, and he is also a great monk of our Confucianism."
"Um."
"Can you not go?"
Liu Sanbian didn't say "hmm" again. He turned his head and stared at Zhao Rong.
"Although I am not familiar with the Wei Dynasty, I also know what it means to be the first-class noble family in such a large dynasty."
Zhao Rong said in a deep voice.
The Langxi Qin family is just like the Dachu Zhao family he married into, but even worse.
He knew that there were Tianzhi realm cultivators serving in the Duke's Mansion of Jingnan in Dachu, but he had no idea whether there were any hidden Jindan cultivators. Perhaps only Qingjun and the old lady knew.
"What's more, Qin Ji's father is a Jindan-level cultivator. Do you have a fifth-grade level?"
Liu Sanbian didn't say anything.
"Are you sure you can get away with it after killing Qin Ji?"
Liu Sanbian still looked at him without saying anything.
Zhao Rong paused and said softly, "Brother Sanbian, as long as the green mountains remain, there will be no shortage of firewood. Please bear with it for a while. If it is really unbearable, I will stay and drink with you. Qin Ji will definitely die, but we will take a long-term view and work it out slowly. When everything is ready, I will never stop you..."
"They also call me Shinobu."
Liu Sanbian suddenly spoke, interrupting Zhao Rong.
"They were all satisfied, so they all told me to endure it."
"My second brother is satisfied."
"The Qin family compensated him with a lot of money and also promised to pave the way for his official career."
"Third brother is satisfied."
"Prime Minister Qin came to his house in person to apologize to him. His adoptive father was posthumously honored by the Emperor of Wei and was given a grand funeral. As his adopted son, he will not feel bad about it."
"My adoptive father's friends are also satisfied. Prime Minister Qin not only forgave the past, but also felt guilty. They no longer have to worry about my adoptive father getting them into trouble."
"Brother Gao Yi is also satisfied. You can use my connections to get in touch with the Qin family in Langxi."
"The Emperor of Wei and the people of Wei are satisfied. Prime Minister Qin gave them an explanation they can accept."
Liu Sanbian's voice was a little hoarse, as if he had said a lot in the past few days.
"They are all satisfied and told me to endure it."
Liu Sanbian stared into Zhao Rong's eyes and said word by word:
"But I am not satisfied. I, Liu Sanbian, am not satisfied at all!"
"I just want to ask one question, why? Why should I endure and wait?"
"I, Liu Sanbian, have been an orphan since childhood, but that man opened the door for me on that snowy night. He is my father for life."
"Now, my father is gone.
He didn't leave on his own.
He was beaten to death with a horsewhip.
Beat him to death!"
He roared in a low hoarse voice.
"That person and I have a mortal enemy!
Every second he lives,
I, Liu Sanbian, am unworthy of being a son!
Unfilial! "
Zhao Rong looked at Liu Sanbian, who was a little different from the past, and fell silent.
“I always thought about coming back to visit, but after looking at Qingshan, I always felt that the child was busy with school, so I should wait until he was older before bringing him back to meet his adoptive father.
When I thought that my adoptive father would be happy to see Qingshan and see that Qingshan was also a scholar, I drank a few more glasses of wine after dinner.
I just couldn't stop laughing.
Qingshan is studying, and I haven't told him about it in my letter yet.
Thinking of giving him a surprise when we meet.
Let him see that his unfilial son, although not good at studying, gave birth to a scholar.
Later, Qingshan grew older, and I thought I would wait a little longer.
That's it, for various reasons.
Wait and wait. Wait and wait.
at last,
Waiting for a letter.
The letter said, my father is gone..."
“It’s gone!!!”
Zhao Rong tilted his head and squinted, somewhat afraid to look at the man in front of him.
He pursed his lips and looked at the endless buildings in the distance, "But this doesn't mean we have to die in vain."
"Who said I was going to die?"
That ferocious face, which looked like a long-awaited rain after a drought, suddenly smiled brightly.
"You can follow me, but don't get involved. This is the last punch. Watch carefully and learn well!"
…
"Who is it? How dare you break my son's golden lock!"
On Zhuque Street, in a restaurant, Zhao Rong was wiping Su Xiaoxiao's tears.
A shout suddenly rang out.
No one knew where this sound came from, but it sounded like the sound of a huge bell, resounding through the sky.
Half of the Liang capital city could hear it.
In the distance, there were sounds of wind and thunder.
In a flash.
Almost simultaneously with the sound of his shouting, a figure arrived at Suzaku Street, which had turned into a living hell.
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