Hou Yuchun's words brought greater shock to Mo Fei than to Dongfang Yiren.

She likes little monkeys, so she knows more about how deep Hou Yuchun hates her father.

Moreover, Mo Yunkong did a despicable act. He betrayed Hou Wanqian and pursued Hou Yuchun without considering her feelings and situation as a daughter. He even left her alone at the moment of jeopardy.

This made Morphe wonder if she was his biological daughter...

She hated Mo Yunkong so much, not to mention Hou Yuchun, who was killed and his family was destroyed.

Hou Yuchun also swore several times in front of her that she would pull Mo Yunkong into bones and chop it into meat paste to feed it to the dog.

Mo Fei did hate Mo Yunkong for being cruel and ruthless, and he would not stop Hou Yuchun from taking revenge, but she was not Mo Yunkong. She could not truly forget the father-daughter relationship, and could not really sit idly by and watch Hou Yuchun kill her father without being indifferent, so she suffered a lot.

But now...

Hou Yuchun actually said that he wants to forget his hatred...

Looking at the two skeptical girls, Hou Yuchun sighed and said in a heavy tone: "My father... will become a saint tomorrow."

Dongfang Yiren: "..."

Mowfee: “…”

Hou Yuchun couldn't stand the eyes of the two of them, and couldn't help but wonder how his soul tutor, the husband of the village leader, could still remain indifferent to such a gaze...

After coughing twice, Hou Yuchun said earnestly: "My father said that he doesn't want me to live in hatred. A narrow-minded man, a man who cannot bear grievances, is destined to be unable to become a great man and is not worthy of women's entrusted. Back then, for my mother, my father suffered so much grievances..."

When Dongfang Yiren, a cynical person who hates the world, his face softened when he heard this, he whispered: "The affairs of the old Marquis and Princess Yuhua are worthy of the eternal story. One is the princess of Chu, the other is just a small bandit... It's a pity that her beauty has little life."

Hou Yuchun didn't have a deep impression of his mother, so he just paused and continued, "I want to learn from my father. From now on, I will forget hatred. After all, my father is still alive. Feifei, as long as you are like me, you will never think about that person again and never mention that person again. We just think that he does not exist, and our future life will not be difficult. I can guarantee you that for you, my hands will never be stained with a drop of that person's blood in this life."

"Little Monkey!!"

At this moment, Mo Fei really felt that the pains and difficulties in her heart disappeared in an instant. From the dark darkness, endless light suddenly emerged, letting her bathe in happiness.

Not only was I got rid of the troubles of the problem I thought was unsolvable, but I was also moved by a lover!

Hou Yuchun hugged Mo Fei in her arms with an excited face and couldn't help but feel happy.

Mo Yunkong disappeared without a trace. As long as the two of them stopped mentioning this person, they would "just live".

He vowed that he would never get any blood in Mo Yunkong, and he did what he said...

Life is rare, so why bother to be serious in everything?

Holding Mo Fei in his arms, Hou Yuchun thought to himself: This kind of thing should indeed be with the old university. Not to mention, the two of them are really similar, they both killed their father-in-law...

However, he felt a little superior, because it was appropriate for him to kill his father-in-law, but the boss should not kill his father-in-law, and he was a timid person.

However, such a situation can make him look like he is now, and the boss is worthy of being the boss!

Hou Yuchun worships him!

...

The next morning.

The weather is not beautiful and it is covered with clouds.

Today's Qingyun Village has an extremely solemn atmosphere.

All the Qingdao Guards were dispatched to guard the mountain gate strictly.

The former leader of the Shooting Sect, Wei Zhuang, the current archery coach of the village, led him to train carefully for nearly half a year, to be on the battlefield.

Although there are less than fifty people in the Arrow Group at present, Fang Lin, the second leader, had been trained by the "Arrow Classic" for several years, and now he has been trained by the Archer Guards solemnly. The power of fighting alone may be limited. However, if the Arrow Group is deployed to combat, the power is amazing.

However, although Qingyun Village is strictly guarded, today's home court is not in the parody.

In a valley thirty miles north of Qingyun Village.

Under a thatched hut built up, Hou Wanqian sat cross-legged.

Lin Ning, Tian Wuniang, Huang Honger, Hou Yuchun, Dongfang Yiren, and the six masters of Master Fake stood on the ridge outside the valley and watched quietly.

It’s not that they don’t want to watch it, but now even a weed in the valley is stained with silver-white sword essence, leaving them with nowhere to stay.

Looking down from the foothills, the entire valley was like a huge sword tomb at this moment.

Every grass, tree, sand and stone in the valley has turned into a peerless sword, with awesomeness.

Time passed little by little, and it seemed that there was something to gain around, especially Tian Wuniang, who had already closed her eyes and stood up, Tian Zhu was unsheathed and suspended on her head, and her whole body entered a mysterious and mysterious state.

Huang Hong'er's face was no longer as weird as she was, and she felt the solemn expression.

Dongfang Yiren, Hou Yuchun and Fake also had their own gains, but Lin Ning, the parallel product, looked left and right, but there was still no gains.

For him, strength comes from merit.

At this moment, he really wanted to do something good, so as not to waste his time.

Time passed little by little, and snowflakes began to float in the sky. The winter in northern Xinjiang came particularly early.

It was already noon, and the sword energy in the valley felt sharp when standing on the ridge, but even Lin Ning could feel it was still one step away.

As the sword became more and more powerful, the people who comprehended woke up one after another.

I was almost unable to stand on the ridge, and I could feel the tingling sensation on my skin.

Lin Ning whispered to Tian Wuniang, "Is it soon?"

Tian Wuniang's face was a little solemn, and she actually shook her head slowly.

At this time, the Star Moon Bodhisattva, who should not have appeared, floated up at some point, which made Hou Yuchun look at her nervously.

But Xingyue Bodhisattva ignored him, looked at Hou Wanqian under the thatched cottage in the valley, stared for a while, shook his head and sighed: "The layman Tianjian is in great pain and has a deep obsession that has not yet dissipated. It is difficult to become a saint today."

Tian Wuniang nodded slightly. Although she couldn't see what was going on, she could feel the stagnation and difficulty of Hou Wanqian's sword path.

Lin Ning looked at Hou Yuchun with an anxious expression and asked, "Do your father still have great pain and obsession in his heart?"

With the peerless style shown by this old handsome man, Lin Ning felt inferior to himself. The vicissitudes of life seemed to contain infinite wisdom, which always made Lin Ning feel that this person has seen through the various aspects of life and the world. Why is he still so low? He still has great pain and obsession?

If this continues, wouldn’t it be a devil?

Didn’t the amazing sword saint, who was a thousand years ago, die because his daughter was killed in front of a secret room and became possessed by a demon?

Lin Ning's face was not very good, so he killed the Mao family in a very coquettish way, relying on the fact that it was this old coach who said that he would become a saint in three days.

The bragging sounded so loudly that he became a joke now!

Isn’t this trying to cheat my father to death?

If there was no martial saint behind the scenes, Qingyun Village would dare to take action like this if he had lost his courage.

As if seeing through Lin Ning’s thoughts, Tian Wuniang whispered to Lin Ning: “The old marquis’s great way is already clear, and the merits and fortunes should be unobstructed. But the knot in the heart is hard to break…”

Bodhisattva Xingyue also sighed: "Who could have thought that the deepest obsession in his heart turned into a demon in his heart at this moment. The difficulty of the holy path is indeed as difficult as ascending to heaven."

She no longer has much hope for Hou Wanqian to become a saint.

And if you reach the holy path, you can only move forward, but not retreat.

Once you fail, you will only achieve success.

This is also because Hou Yuchun was in a mess and wanted to come forward to help his father.

But everyone had never observed the way to become a saint, and had no choice but to watch it, Hou Wanqian was hitting the obscure parts over and over again, but he was unable to take the last step.

At this moment, another figure floated over, his face extremely solemn.

"Hey, Brother Jiang is back?"

Lin Ning looked at Jiang Taixu, who was dressed in white, and said with a guilty "surprise".

Jiang Taixu seemed to know his big news yet, smiled and nodded, bowed and said, "Langjun Lin."

But it was just a short greeting and looked at the valley with a serious expression.

The birth of the new saint is obviously not good news for the three holy places.

Because it will add too many uncontrollable factors to the world, if someone from the Black Ice Platform or the Imperial City Department is here, he will probably have to find a way to cause bad things.

But Jiang Taixu can indeed be regarded as a gentleman, and he trusts Lin Ning.

Furthermore, with his current cultivation level, he may not be able to defeat Tian Wuniang, let alone a Star Moon Bodhisattva?

Since it was impossible to change anything, and Hou Wanqian had a clear change, he had to choose to wait and see.

However, Lin Ning did not let him go. In terms of experience in becoming a saint, who can still be richer than the three holy places today?

As the next generation of imperially appointed master, Jiang Taixu must have read a lot of records of the martial saints becoming saints in the Jixia Academy.

He asked Jiang Taixu, "Brother Jiang, do you know what's wrong with the old marquis?"

Jiang Taixu did not mean to blame Lin Ning for hiding Hou Wanqian's affairs. He hesitated slightly on his handsome face, but chose to tell the truth: "Hou Wanqian has an indelible thought in his heart. This thought is so firm that even if the mountains and seas can be calm, the obsession cannot be calm. How can he tolerate such distracting thoughts on the great road?"

Hou Yuchun had already cried and said, "Father must be missing his deceased mother..."

Everyone was moved by Hou Wanqian's feelings as strong as Jin. Who would have thought that the old sword would have such deep feelings that even the holy path could not be shaken...

Lin Ning asked Jiang Taixu: "Brother Jiang, can you tell if there is a way to resolve it?"

Jiang Taixu was silent for a moment and said slowly: "Unless he can help him clear his obsession, even if he can shake the rock-like obsession, he will have more vitality."

It is indeed a chance. If you cannot be promoted, Hou Wanqian will even cut off his retreat.

But who can dissolve an obsession that cannot even shake the holy path?

Just as the Bodhisattva Xingyue said: Although mountains and seas can be calm, the obsession with missing a deceased wife is difficult to calm down.

Seeing the silver-white sword element in the valley, it seemed to begin to fade gradually. Except for Hou Yuchun calling his father at the top of his lungs, everyone else's mood became more and more serious.

In life, who can truly live openly without any thoughts of being uneasy?

How many people want to live a new life? Isn’t it because they want to save it in their lives but can never recover it?

However, if you want to break the ordinary and become a saint, you must crush these thoughts one by one, otherwise you will face a situation like Hou Wanqian.

No wonder, most high-quality masters who have the idea of ​​becoming a saint have begun to lose their human nature and their relatives have no idea...

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