These are a pair of clear eyes, hidden behind a window.
It reflected the tragic scene on Zhuque Street at this time.
The next second, his eyes gradually closed.
I do not know how long it has been.
"I caught the energy."
Zhao Rong closed his eyes and said.
The bloody man just now handed out the last finger of his life in those three seconds of burning life.
Sword piercing furnace.
Zhao Rong is extremely familiar with it because he has practiced it millions of times.
But that finger just now was still deeply imprinted in his heart.
Is this the boxing pile that Brother Sanbian told me to take a good look at before he left this morning?
At this moment, the qi and blood in Zhao Rong's body could not help but vibrate, and the qi movement was extremely chaotic, scurrying around like a group of headless flies.
"...Wuwu, what, what did you say?"
Su Xiaoxiao, who was covering her mouth and with red eyes, raised her head and looked at the young Confucian scholar who was standing by the window with a calm face and eyes closed.
Zhao Rong could clearly feel the innate energy that he was searching for hidden in this chaotic energy, and slowly sorted it out and guided it.
Zhao Rong opened his eyes and said calmly: "I have found the innate vitality in my body."
Su Xiaoxiao sniffed, the tip of her nose was red, "Zhao Rong, Liu Sanbian is dead, he is dead, wuwu, he was fine in the morning, and now, he is dead now, wuwu..."
"I know."
Zhao Rong spoke softly.
When the little fox demon heard this, he forgot to wipe his tears for a moment and looked at Zhao Rong blankly.
The young scholar turned his head and stared at Su Xiaoxiao calmly for a while, then suddenly raised his hand and held her palm-sized face.
Everywhere you touch it is soft and moist.
The little fox demon was stunned and did not stop him. Instead, he tilted his head slightly to feel the warmth of his palm.
He used his right thumb to carefully wipe away the tears that overflowed from her narrow, autumn-like eyes.
Her plain skin was like gelatin, now white and tinged with pink.
Especially the corners of his eyes were red from crying, and his long eyelashes were trembling slightly.
Zhao Rong's expression was solemn: "Don't cry."
Su Xiaoxiao habitually bit half of her pink lip, raised her head, looked into Zhao Rong's eyes for a moment, and nodded.
"Don't cry, little one."
morning.
Lord of Boyun Mountain.
A pavilion.
"Where are you going?"
"Liang Jing."
"What are you doing there?"
"Eat noodle."
Zhao Rong was speechless for a moment.
He placed the book box on the ground, sat on it, and stared up at Liu Sanbian.
Suddenly said:
"Is he dead?"
Liu Sanbian turned his head and looked at the green mountains in the distance.
"Um."
"I heard someone said that it was a dandy named Qin Ji who did it."
"Um."
"I also heard that this Qin Ji's family background is very prominent. He is the Langxi Qin family, the first powerful family in your Wei Dynasty."
"Um."
"His father is the powerful chief minister of the Wei Dynasty, and he is also a great monk of our Confucianism."
"Um."
"Can you not go?"
Liu Sanbian didn't say "hmm" anymore, 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 wealthy man in such a large dynasty."
Zhao Rong said in a deep voice.
The Qin family of Langxi is the same as, or even better than, the Zhao family of Da Chu whom he married into.
He knew that the Jingnan Duke's Mansion in Great Chu was worshiped by Tianzhi realm monks, but he didn't know whether there were hidden Golden elixir monks. Maybe only Qingjun and Old Taijun knew about it.
"What's more, Qin Ji's father is still a Golden Core monk. Do you have a fifth rank?"
Liu Sanbian said nothing.
"Are you sure that you will escape unscathed after killing that Qin Ji?"
Liu Sanbian still looked at him and said nothing.
Zhao Rong paused and said softly: "Brother Sanbian, if you keep the green hills here, you won't be afraid of running out of firewood. You can bear it for a while. It's really unbearable. I'll stay and drink with you. That Qin Ji will definitely die, but let's take a long-term approach."
, plan it slowly, and when everything is ready, I will never stop you..."
"They also told me to endure."
Liu Sanbian suddenly spoke, interrupting Zhao Rong.
"They were all satisfied, so they all asked me to endure it."
"The second brother is satisfied. The Qin family compensated him a lot of money and promised to pave the way for his official career."
"The third brother is satisfied. Qin Xiangguo came to apologize in person, the Wei Emperor gave him a posthumous title, and he was buried with great splendor."
"The friends of the adoptive father are also satisfied. Qin Xiangguo not only forgets the past, but also feels guilty. They no longer have to worry about the adoptive father harming them."
"Brother Gao Yi is also satisfied. You can use my friendship to connect with the Qin family in Langxi."
"The Emperor of Wei and the people of Wei are satisfied. Qin Xiangguo gave them an acceptable explanation."
Liu Sanbian's voice was a little hoarse, as if he had spoken a lot in the past few days.
"They were all satisfied and asked me to endure it."
Liu Sanbian stared into Zhao Rong's eyes and said word by word:
"But I'm not satisfied. I, Liu Sanbian, am not satisfied at all!"
"I just want to ask, why? Why should I endure and wait?"
"I, Liu Sanbian, have had no father or mother since I was a child, but that man opened the door for me on that snowy night, and he will be my father forever."
"Now, my father is gone.
He didn't go by himself.
He was whipped to death with a riding crop.
Beaten to death!"
His hoarse voice roared in a low voice.
"That person and I are inseparable!
Every second he is allowed to live,
I, Liu Sanbian, am the son of a man in vain!
Unfilial!"
Zhao Rong looked at Liu Sanbian, who was a little different from before, and fell silent.
"Before, I always thought about coming back and taking a look, but after looking at Qingshan, I always felt that my child was busy with school, so I would rather take him back to meet his adoptive father when he is older.
When I think about it, my adoptive father will be happy to see Qingshan and see that Qingshan is also a scholar. He will drink a few more ounces of wine after dinner.
I couldn't help laughing.
Qingshan is studying, I haven’t told him in the letter yet.
Thinking of giving him a surprise.
Let him look at his unfilial son. Although he is not a scholar, he still gave birth to a scholar.
Later, when Qingshan got older, I thought about waiting, and waiting.
That's it, for various reasons.
Wait and wait, wait and wait.
at last,
A letter came.
The letter said that my father is gone..."
"Gone!!!"
Zhao Rong tilted his head and squinted his eyes, not daring to look at the appearance of the man in front of him.
He pursed his lips and looked at the endless stretch of buildings in the distance, "But that doesn't mean that you have to die in vain."
"Who said I was going to die?"
That ferocious face, which had finally received rain like a long drought, suddenly smiled brightly.
"You can follow me, but don't get involved. Watch the last punch and learn from it!"
"Who is it? Dare to break my son's golden lock!"
In a restaurant on Zhuque Street, Zhao Rong was wiping Su Xiaoxiao's tears.
A shout suddenly sounded.
The sound came from nowhere, like a bell, resounding throughout the sky.
Half of the capital city can hear it,
In the distance, the wind and thunder roared.
In a blink of an eye.
Almost at the same time as the shouts, a figure arrived at Suzaku Street, which had turned into a hell on earth.