Ji Pei suddenly came out and said: "If the blood book is really disguised by the scriptures, then the person behind it must know the sect master very well."
The problem really lies with you.
Sword Master Yu's face turned ugly.
Ji Pei's words hit the mark. Balian looked back at Haonong and said seriously: "Now, do you want to continue to cut off the soul rope and collapse the Tianshan Mountain?"
"I...I..." Haonong experienced several ups and downs of excitement, and now Balian overturned his hatred and mission in just a few words.
This caught him off guard and made him extremely confused. For a moment, he didn't know how to make a decision.
Bailian exhaled slowly and said: "Nowadays, martial arts is lonely and weak, and there are only a few disciples among thousands of people.
Haonong, do you really want to sacrifice everything for a hatred designed by others to hurt both sides and let the secret culprit be satisfied?"
Haonong said: "But these are just your guesses, Master. There is no substantial evidence to prove that the Tianxi Sword Sect is innocent."
Bailian said: "You have been waiting for seven hundred years, why should you be in a hurry and let your fellow disciples accompany you to die in confusion without finding out the truth? Do you think this is fair to them?
?”
"I……"
Bailian's tone suddenly dropped, and his eyes suddenly turned stern: "Thousands of people have gone to our ancestors to transform calamities with their lives, and to build mountains with their bones.
If Jinxi did something irreversible because of your momentary conflict of temper, then wouldn’t the sacrifices of Senior Yaoyu and the others back then have been in vain by you?!"
Haonong's body swayed and his face turned pale.
The shaken look on the faces of the disciples behind him could no longer be concealed, and they couldn't help but console themselves:
"Senior Brother Haonong, I thought about it carefully and realized that what the young master said makes no sense. When my master tried his best to resolve the Zhaohe Crossing Tribulation, the demon cultivators must have hated me and thousands of other disciples, so how could he be so kind as to follow him?
Let's cooperate and give us a chance to take revenge.
Thinking about it carefully, if the people of the Demon Sect can use our hands to destroy the inheritance of Tianxi Swordsmanship and destroy the lifelong efforts of Master and Senior Brother, is there any more terrifying way of revenge than this?"
Haonong's spine went cold. He looked at Bailian and said in a harsh voice: "Master, even if I stop now, it's already too late. I have already broken a soul rope. The Tianxi Sword Master will not give it to me at all."
It’s time for us to find out the truth.”
Sword Master Yu frowned and was about to speak, but Balian said: "If Master Tianxi really does something unjust, what is left is just a soul rope. You don't need to cut it off, I will do it for you."
You kill them all one by one!"
"You have such an arrogant tone!" Sword Master Yu had never been provoked like this before. He was so angry that he glared and couldn't help but want to draw his sword and kill someone.
Yun Rong had no choice but to stop him and said, "Sect Master, Haonong and the others have already made concessions. We, the Tianxi Sword Sect, are the best sword sect in the world. How can we not be as good as others in our magnanimity and self-cultivation?"
Sword Master Yu calmed down and gave Haonong a cold look: "Listen to what you said, since you were deceived and manipulated by others, I will not investigate your death penalty."
Haonong took a deep look at Sword Master Yu and said in a cold voice: "I still say the same thing. I don't believe every word said by the people of Tianxi Sword Sect."
Sword Master Yu Jian raised his eyebrows.
Haonong continued: "But I believe in the young master."
After saying this, he took out a glowing stone and crushed it into pieces.
The broken stone in his hand rose to the sky like fireworks, exploding into a handful of fiery flowers.
"I have sent a signal to order my disciples to stop the mountain collapse plan.
I, Haonong, will investigate what happened back then.
If you, Lord Sword Master, lied to me, I will take back the remaining soul ropes one by one!"
Sword Master Yu snorted coldly: "If you have this ability, I will wait and see!"
Bailiyu still refused to give in and was so angry, but he breathed a huge sigh of relief in his heart.
Although I was very displeased with the young man's arrogant and rude behavior, I had to admit that I had indeed received a huge favor from him today.
Without his persuasion along the way, Haonong and this group of lunatics who were not afraid of death would have really come into conflict with the Tianxi Sword Sect, and the end would have been disastrous.
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Ye Yichuan, covered in blood, fell sharply from the cliff and fell heavily into a thorny snow forest.
His body was covered with large and small sword wounds, and a huge bloody hole appeared on his cheek from the bridge of his nose, completely destroying the original handsomeness of his face.
The black and red sword-clad Taoist robe on his body was torn and torn by ice crystal thorns that could not be hidden by the thick snow, and he looked extremely embarrassed.
Ye Yichuan seemed to be seriously injured. He struggled twice but failed to stand up.
At this moment, a howling wind came from the distant cliff, and half of his body that he had just propped up was stepped heavily on his chest by a black boot.
moment!
There was a sound of Qi exploding under his chest, and a large mouthful of blood spurted out from Ye Yichuan's mouth, splattering sadly on the other man's clothes.
Ye Yichuan fell into the snow again.
The sharp thorns buried in the thick snow were deeply embedded into the flesh on Ye Yichuan's back.
The blood spread out from the pure white snow, like a sad scroll.
"Cough cough cough... cough cough!"
Ye Yichuan was vomiting blood and looked miserable. The corners of his lips were twisted and raised, and he laughed like a broken bellows: "You must hate me right now."
He raised his eyes covered with scarlet bloodshot eyes, completely unafraid of the murderous intent on Ye Qingzhou's face.
He suddenly grasped the ankle on his chest tightly, his eyes filled with anger and hatred, as if there was an indescribable and intense burning current hidden in his eyes.
He hissed: "Just like when my mother committed suicide in front of me two hundred years ago, I hated you so much!"
A word that was like a bolt from the blue.
Ye Qingzhou's palm on the sword at his waist trembled violently, and his voice also trembled: "What did you say?!"
He suddenly leaned down, grabbed Ye Yichuan, who was laughing maniacally, by the lapel, and pulled him up to sit up, making eye contact with him:
"Didn't you say that your mother died of illness?! How could she commit suicide?! How could she commit suicide!"
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Ye Qingzhou clenched his fist tightly, but Ye Yichuan still managed to break free and push him away easily.
The son made no secret of his utter hatred for his father.
He stared at Ye Qingzhou coldly and smiled: "Yes, tell me why a mother would choose to commit suicide on the beam of her home after her son returned from school."
He grabbed the hem of Ye Qingzhou's clothes with his backhand and said in a hoarse voice: "I also want to know why mother committed suicide? Just like I don't understand why I was born without a father."
Ye Qingzhou looked at his son's eyes filled with grief and hatred, and felt unspeakable pain in his heart: "Is this the reason why you betrayed the Tianxi Sword Sect? Are you here to avenge me for your mother's death?"
Ye Yichuan burst out laughing, with tears glistening in his eyes: "Ye Qingzhou, do you know how I spent my childhood? My classmates and friends in school are accompanied by their parents when I go home. I can eat hot porridge, but my mother has to suffer from you."
Abandoned, confused all day long, mad and unable to wake up.
When she is good, she is very good. She will hold me under the tree and watch the birds returning to their nests and the sunset.
But whenever she was sick, looking at my face that looked so much like yours, she would punch and kick me, lock me in a demolished house and squat like a yellow dog, and I lived without dignity, with
My mother, she has been in a state of confusion all year round, accompanied by madness.
But even so, I still look forward to it. My father is a good man, and he has unavoidable difficulties.
One day, he will definitely come back to my mother and I, and my mother will slowly get better. We are a family of three, raising dogs and chickens, and grazing in the mountains and forests."
"But I didn't expect..."
Talking about the past, Ye Yichuan's face was as white as paper, and he smiled like a ghost: "But I didn't expect that my father turned out to be an irresponsible wanderer."
"Hahaha, how ridiculous. The master of the Twelve Swords of Tianxi, the Qingzhou Sword, is a romantic by nature, and spends his whole life playing with romance. What he loves is the city that never sleeps and the ancient alleys in the misty rain and red dust, so that the world only knows the romantic sword.
But I don’t know the light boat sword.”
"My mother is just the most ordinary weed in his life. She is too ordinary, so it is not easy for people to be wary of me.
How can an ordinary woman like her not love you, a great hero that everyone in the world admires?"
"You are used to sleeping under a red candle and under a tent. Occasionally, for a moment, you break off your mother's grass, which is protected by no eaves, and then turn around and abandon it and forget about it. Don't you feel that you are extremely romantic?"
Ye Qingzhou's lips were pale, and his eyes were filled with some extremely heavy emotions. He looked at his son in disbelief:
"How could you have such an idea? I have always treated your mother sincerely. Back then..."
"Treat each other sincerely?" Ye Yichuan interrupted with a sneer, his eyes seeming to be extremely disdainful, as if looking at something filthy:
"You, a romantic swordsman who acts as the groom every night, have the nerve to talk about sincerity. If you really meant it, how could you have abandoned my mother for so many years and left her to give birth to a child alone and raise me up alone?"
He sneered: "That's right, you are such a high-ranking savior hero. There are countless women who admire you, and the women who are willing to bear children for you are like koi fish crossing the river. How can you care about an ordinary woman like her?"
Ye Yichuan's fingers holding his collar turned pale and trembling. The secrets and unbearableness that had been suppressed in his heart for many years suddenly burst out like a flood, making him extremely tired.
He saw his father's face, which he expected to have aged in an instant, and his sad eyes.
He should have felt happy.
But the tearing pain in his heart was still worse than before.
Ye Yichuan slowly closed his eyes: "But for an ordinary woman, her sincerity cannot be trampled on."
Ye Qingzhou released his hand on the sword at his waist and held his shoulders with both hands.
He said in a deep voice: "Yichuan, it is true that I did something careless and wrong when I left your mother, but I have never had any intention of trampling on your mother! You..."
After finishing speaking, Ye Yichuan forcefully broke away her hands, looked at him coldly, and said in a cold voice:
"As a child, it is human ethics to be filial to your mother. I once made a solemn oath to be filial to her for the rest of my life, but she is already dead, and she died because of you.
Now I will destroy your Celestial Seal, cut off your Celestial Sword, and let you taste what it is like to be reduced to an ordinary person and still be trampled and despised by powerful immortals!"
"Yichuan! Don't be so extreme. What happened back then was not what you thought. Although I have a reputation for being romantic and have a good reputation with many women, we are all close friends and friends. From now on
There has never been a little bit of transcendence.
Your mother is the only woman I love. I have a long-term relationship with her, and I am definitely not treating her like a creature. There must be something fishy about your mother's death. Please calm down first.
As for you hurting the sect leader, dad will definitely take the responsibility for you, as long as you..."
"Ye Qingzhou, don't you blush even if you say this?"
Ye Yichuan interrupted mercilessly and sneered: "Since I entered the mountain and became a disciple of Tianxi, you have countless female disciples, and I know no less than twenty of them staying overnight. How can you say that you are a close friend and a fellow disciple?"
Come on, how can you treat someone sincerely when you see a romantic man who loves someone like this?"
"I……"
"Don't talk yet." Ye Yichuan waved his hand, smiled coolly, and said: "Don't blame me for not giving you a chance to defend yourself. You said you treat my mother sincerely.
Okay, then I won’t embarrass you. Please tell me my mother’s name and her surname. If you are really sincere, why can’t you remember her name?”
"How could I not know?" Ye Qingzhou said with a serious face: "Your mother's surname is Yun, her name is Luo, she is a Yunfeng family name in the Qin Dynasty, and she was born as a cook."
"Hahaha!!!" The vague hope that still existed in Ye Yichuan's eyes completely turned into smoke, and his eyes became colder and more crazy:
"It's ridiculous! How ridiculous! This is how you treat me sincerely!"
"This is your long-term alliance!"
This chapter is not finished yet. Please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Ye Yichuan's eyes were as sinister as poison: "Ye Qingzhou, you can even confuse the name of the woman who gave birth to your child. How heartless and ridiculous you are.
Alone.
If you can say my mother's name today, I will consider you to be somewhat sincere.
Seeing this sincerity, I will not push the Tianxi Sword Sect to a dead end."
Ye Qingzhou was stunned: "What are you talking about..."
Ye Yichuan closed his eyes tiredly and said: "My mother's surname is not Yun! Nor is she a Yunfeng family name! Her surname is Zhou and her given name is Fangyue, but she is a Yantai family name."
"Zhou Fanyue..." Ye Qingzhou murmured first, and slowly came back to his senses from his blank thoughts. In an instant, five thunders struck his head, as if something exploded deep in his heart, and the blood in his limbs was suddenly chilled to the bone.
"Zhou Fanyue...Yantai...how could it be Zhou Fangyue! What's going on with Zhou Fangyue?!"
Ye Qingzhou seemed to have been greatly shocked, and his aura was in chaos. Blood began to pour out of his mouth and nose, his eyes were confused and he suddenly shouted:
"Two hundred years ago, Yantai was the place where spies and spies planted by the Langya Demon Sect gathered in our Qin country. That Zhou Fanyue... that Zhou Fanyue... she was clearly the seventh-generation saint descendant of the Langya Demon Sect!
"
Ye Yichuan, who hated Ye Qingzhou so much in his heart, couldn't help but be frightened when he saw his miserable appearance of suddenly spitting out blood and having his Qi flowing backward.
He subconsciously held Ye Qingzhou's body and listened to his nonsense, and couldn't help but become even more angry:
"What nonsense are you talking about? My mother is just an ordinary mortal woman, how could she be involved with the Demon Sect!
The deceased is gone, so don’t pretend to be an innocent scoundrel and a good person just to absolve yourself of responsibility! I won’t believe your lies!”
"He is right. Your mother is indeed the seventh-generation saint of the Demon Sect."
Just when the father and son were both mentally broken, a faint voice floated out from the depths of the snow forest like a ghost.