Ye Wushuang did not hesitate at all, nodded slowly, and immediately explained: "The injury of the third brother is not in the body, but in the heart."
"Therefore, if you want to cheer him up, let him stand up, and let him regain his belief in living, we must give him a hope, the hope of martial arts practice; only in this way can he overcome the hurdle in his heart."
"But throughout the ages, although there have been many one-armed warriors, they may have formed factions, and the only one who can inherit the same line is the path of Fang Mu Shenzun..."
"Third brother, you are confused!"
Before Ye Wushuang could finish speaking, Ye Wenfeng suddenly interrupted.
"Have you ever thought that in this way, although Wu Feng can regain his strength, he will definitely cut off his relationship with us in the future because of practicing the ruthless way, and then become a ruthless person with no joy or sorrow?
monster?"
Ye Wenfeng looked at Ye Wushuang at this moment and scolded: "Are you helping him or harming him?"
"I..."
"Brother, don't blame third brother, everything is my own choice."
Just as Ye Wushuang was about to explain, Ye Wufeng, who was lying on the ground, woke up at some point, opened his eyes, looked at Ye Wenfeng with a depressed expression, and said with a smile: "The reason why Qingcheng is in danger is all because of me; this hatred, I
You must repay it, you must repay it with your own hands; otherwise, you will die with your eyes open!"
"And in this case, if I can't restore my cultivation and re-learn martial arts, what's the point of living?"
"Second brother..."
When Ye Wenfeng heard this, he couldn't help shouting, and said with a sad expression: "If you want to take revenge, my third brother and I can help you take revenge, so why do you have to do this to yourself?"
"For the sake of martial arts and cultivation, is it really worth it to abandon the five senses and six senses, cut off the seven emotions and six desires, and become a heartless, meaningless, joyless, and sorrowless monster?"
"worth!"
Ye Wufeng spoke concisely and concisely, with a rare look of firmness on his pale face. He said word by word: "What I want is to take revenge with my own hands, and personally cut that boy Lei Ren into pieces. For this, no matter what the price,
It’s all worth it.”
"Otherwise, I would be ashamed of Qingcheng, ashamed of you, ashamed of my father, and even more ashamed of the blood of the Ye family that flows in me!"
"Even so, you don't have to go down this road, right?"
Ye Wenfeng retorted: "The Tianjian Continent is vast and vast, and there are countless miraculous medicines. In the future, we can always find a way to help you repair your left arm, so why do you need to rush for a while?"
"It's too late, brother!"
Ye Wufeng's eyes turned red, and he smiled bitterly with tears in his eyes: "Brother, the best time to practice martial arts is within a hundred years, especially before sixty."
"But my talent is not as good as yours and your third brother's, and now I have passed the age of weakest. I only have forty years left. When you find a way to make up for it, how long will it take? One year, five years, or...
Ten years, or even a hundred years?”
"Even if you find it within ten years, if I complete my left arm by then, I will still have to practice again or start all over again. And Lei Ren is already at the Xuan realm, so when will I be able to catch up with him?"
Before he finished speaking, Ye Wenfeng hurriedly retorted: "But even if you practice the ruthless way now, don't you need to start over? Don't you also have to chase Lei Ren?"
"Brother..."
Ye Wushuang suddenly interrupted at this moment and said: "Second brother is practicing Wuqingjian. The focus is on swordsmanship, not Taoism. Moreover, Qingwu Dao is very different from martial arts. Once you enter the Tao, you can achieve great success."
"By then, as long as he has mastered swordsmanship, he will be able to ignore his cultivation level; otherwise, God Emperor Fang Mu, who re-cultivated that year, will not be able to return to the top in just a few years!"
"..."
As soon as these words came out, Ye Wenfeng was immediately speechless, his whole face turned red from holding back, he hesitated to speak, and for a moment he didn't know what to say.
In the end, he could only place his hope on Ye Qingtian and asked: "Father, what do you mean?"
When Ye Qingtian heard the words, he paused slightly, but did not answer directly. Instead, he turned to look at Ye Wufeng, hesitated for a moment, and asked with a frown: "Wu Feng, I was raised by my father when I was a child, and I treat you better than your elder brother.
My brother must be stricter and demanding; many times, on many things, I will not listen to their opinions and ideas like I do to your eldest brother and third brother, but will force you to follow my ideas."
"To be honest, among the three of you brothers, including Qingcheng, the person I'm most sorry for as a father is you!"
"Father..."
Ye Wufeng subconsciously wanted to speak, but was directly interrupted by Ye Qingtian, who said seriously: "This time, I will give you a choice. You can answer me after you think about it. Do you have to practice the ruthless way?"
"I..."
Ye Wufeng was stunned for a moment, looking at his father with gray hair on his temples. The tears accumulated in his eyes could no longer be held back. They rolled down immediately and his head drooped. He said lightly: "Father, I'm sorry..."
"I see."
Before Ye Wufeng finished speaking, Ye Qingtian interrupted directly and nodded slightly. Although his face showed sadness, for the first time, his old eyes showed a look of satisfaction and said: "For the rest, for
Father, I won’t say much more, but there is one thing you must remember for me.”
"No matter what the future holds, no matter what you become in the future, you will always be my son, Ye Qingtian, and I will be the pride of my father!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Qingtian suddenly turned around, with his back to Ye Wufeng, and said softly: "Wushuang, your second brother will be left to you!"
"Wenfeng, let's go!"
Before finishing two sentences, Ye Qingtian walked out of the backyard without hesitation.
But no one noticed that when Ye Qingtian walked out of the courtyard, this old man in his sixties had already red eyes and wet chest!
"Father..."
Ye Wenfeng was stunned for a moment, looked at Ye Wufeng, and then at Ye Wushuang, hesitated to speak, and finally sighed and hurriedly chased after him.
In the entire backyard, only two brothers, Ye Wushuang and Ye Wufeng, were left in an instant, looking at each other in silence.
"Third brother..."
"Well, to be honest, I regret a little now that I told you about the one-handed sword of God Emperor Fang Mu."
Just as Ye Wufeng was about to speak, he was directly interrupted by Ye Wushuang. He sighed, raised his hand and threw a kit over, saying: "These are the only pills I have left. They should be able to suppress the injuries in your body for the time being."
, I will go to the alchemy room later to refine the healing elixir for you."
"Before you recover from your injuries, you must not force yourself to practice any more; otherwise, I would not have told you the subsequent practice methods!"
"good!"
Hearing this, Ye Wufeng was stunned for a moment, then grinned and nodded heavily: "I knew that third brother was the best!"
"You...go back to your room and rest early!"
Seeing this scene, Ye Wushuang really had no choice but to shake his head and leave, going to the alchemy room to refine elixirs.
...
At the same time, in the far north thousands of miles away from the Eastern Wilderness, at night when heavy snow fell, a shocking loud noise suddenly resounded throughout the entire land, like a collapse of the sky.
Boom...
In an instant, the iceberg collapsed and the sky shook!