Martial Arts: The Secret Villain Starting from Huashan

As soon as he finished speaking, Gongsun Zhi paused deliberately, with a look of pleading and expectation in his eyes.

However, no matter how sincere Gongsun Zhi expressed his feelings, Qiu Ganchi was not moved by his soft words and pleas. Upon hearing that, a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth. His sharp eyes seemed to be able to see through the deepest secrets of people's hearts, and he snorted coldly.

"Gongsun, you think I will still believe your lies at this point?"

"Humph! I'm telling you, your death is imminent. No matter what tricks you play, I won't let you succeed!"

For a moment, Gongsun Zhi's face became even paler, but he still managed to stay together and not fall down. Moreover, he knew that he had little time left and had to convince Qiu Ganchi as soon as possible.

So, Gongsun Zhi continued to speak affectionately.

"Madam, I know I deserve to die, but what I'm asking for is not for myself. I just want Madam, E'er and I, our family of three, to hug each other. I will die with my eyes closed."

At this point, Gongsun Zhi's voice became a little choked up. He closed his eyes, as if all the little details of his youth with Qiu Ganchi emerged in his mind, especially the sweet memories of their family of three.

However, the reality is cruel. Qiu Ganchi was not moved at all by his words. She was still cold and stared at Gongsun Zhi with eyes full of hatred and sneered.

"You old thief Gongsun! There's no need to waste your breath. No matter what, you're dead today!!"

Gongsun Lu'e, who was standing aside, had already turned away silently, trying to divert her attention from the heartbreaking scene of the brutal infighting between her beloved father Gongsun Zhi and her mother Qiu Ganchi.

Tears welled up in her eyes, as if they would burst out at any time, but she stubbornly refused to let them fall. She clasped her hands tightly together. Her delicate hands, as slender as white jade carvings, were trembling slightly because of her inner struggle.

However, when she heard the affectionate words of her father Gongsun Zhi, Gongsun Lu'e's heart was deeply touched. The voice was full of pleading and reluctance, a tenderness and sincerity that she had never heard before.

Gongsun Lu'e's heart felt as if it was being crushed by a huge rock, making it hard for her to breathe. The long-suppressed emotions burst out at this moment like a flood that broke through a dam. She could no longer endure the torment and struggle in her heart.

She turned around suddenly and faced the cold and complicated face of her mother, Qiu Ganchi, with tears flashing in her eyes, as if every drop of tears carried her endless pain and expectations.

"Mother..."

Gongsun Lu'e's voice was trembling, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from the deepest part of her heart, with a bit of sob and indescribable pleading.

"Just agree to Daddy...him!"

This sentence not only contained her deep attachment and pleading to her mother Qiu Ganchi, but also contained her endless desire for family harmony and family reunion. When she said this, she almost exhausted all her strength.

It was as if he had poured all his courage and hope into these few simple words.

At that moment, everything around seemed to be still, only Gongsun Lu'e's hot heart was beating violently. She had only one thought in her mind, a desire that was stronger and purer than ever before.

That is to resolve the grievances and hatreds between family members, to bring this broken family together again, and to stop killing each other. Hatred will only make people gradually lose themselves.

Qiu Ganchi originally wanted to firmly reject this sudden request. Her eyes revealed unquestionable determination. However, when her gaze inadvertently fell on the face of her daughter Gongsun Lue'e.

The face that usually exudes youthful vitality is now covered with tear marks, and the bright eyes have lost their former luster, leaving only endless sorrow and pleading.

Seeing this scene, Qiu Ganchi's heart could not help but be deeply touched. She knew very well what kind of harm and disappointment her decision might bring to her daughter Gongsun Lue'e, and the deep affection between mother and daughter, how could she bear to let her daughter continue to suffer this pain?

So, in the midst of inner struggle and conflict, Qiu Ganchi finally chose to compromise. She sighed softly, as if releasing the heavy burden that had been accumulated in her heart for a long time.

Then, Qiu Ganchi nodded helplessly and conveyed her decision to her daughter Gongsun Lue'e with her motherly eyes. At this moment, although her heart was full of helplessness and bitterness, it was more of a sacrifice and concession made for her daughter's happiness.

"Thank you, mother."

Gongsun Lu'e choked up slightly.

She raised her little head and looked at her mother, Qiu Ganchi, who had a weathered face but a firm gaze. She was deeply touched by a deep and great love in her heart.

This love is not as gentle and delicate as the warm spring sun, but it is as hot and tenacious as a winter fire. It silently wraps her and gives her strength and courage.

Xu Xingchen stood quietly aside, his brows slightly furrowed, as if complicated thoughts were surging in his heart.

He stared at the scene in front of him, but after a moment's silence, he finally chose to remain silent. This silence did not come from indifference or ruthlessness, but from a deep understanding and respect for the complexity of human nature.

After all, in the original novel of "The Return of the Condor Heroes", the killing of the daughter was the result of Gongsun Zhi's blackening in his later years. At least before that, he still had a trace of affection for his daughter Gongsun Lue'e.

When a man is about to die, his words are good. It is based on this understanding that Xu Xingchen chose to remain silent and did not say anything to prevent any possible changes. In Xu Xingchen's view now.

Whether it is the pleasure of revenge or the mercy of forgiveness, it should be carried out on the basis of respecting life and understanding human nature. Therefore, Xu Xingchen chose to be a bystander and quietly observe what was happening.

"Big brother!"

At this time, there was a hint of surprise and eagerness in the tender voice. Mu Wanqing was immersed in her own thoughts and did not notice that the little figure beside her had quietly left.

In a blink of an eye, Zhong Ling was seen like a cheerful little bird, lightly leaping over the wild flowers on the grass and running straight towards the gentle Xu Xingchen not far away, her sweet face filled with an innocent smile.

The sunlight filtered through the gaps in the leaves and shone onto Zhong Ling's jumping figure, giving her a layer of golden glow. As the distance shortened, the joy seemed to spread in the air.

When Zhong Ling ran to Xu Xingchen, breathless but full of joy, she stopped and slightly raised her childish, sweet face full of vitality. Her eyes, as clear as a mountain stream, seemed to contain a thousand words and sparkled with expectation and joy.

Just like the brightest star in the night sky, illuminating the space between the two of them, her heartbeat quickened and a faint blush appeared on her cheeks, which was due to her sincere admiration and respect for the older brother in front of her.

"Big brother, I didn't expect you to be so powerful."

Zhong Ling said softly, her voice clear and pleasant, with a hint of excitement that was difficult to conceal.

Hearing this, Xu Xingchen couldn't help but raise a gentle curve at the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were filled with pampering and love. He slowly stretched out his palm and gently covered Zhong Ling's soft hair.

The touch was as delicate as touching the most precious silk in the world. His fingers unconsciously shuttled through her hair, kneading it gently, as if conveying his encouragement and comfort in this way.

"Why, Ling'er, do you want to learn?"

Xu Xingchen said softly.

The voice is deep and magnetic, warming like a spring breeze, making people feel warm inside.

"Ling'er!"

There was a hint of urgency and tenderness in Mu Wanqing's voice. She reacted almost instantly, moving lightly and quickly in the direction of Zhong Ling and Xu Xingchen.

The sunlight shines through the gaps in the leaves and falls on her graceful figure, adding a bit of fairy spirit to her. Her eyes are full of concern and worry, as if she is afraid that the girl in front of her will be hurt in the slightest.

As Mu Wanqing approached, she slowly stretched out her slender jade hand, which was as delicate and smooth as if carved from white jade, revealing a noble temperament that could not be ignored, and gently pulled Zhong Ling, who was beside Xu Xingchen, to her side.