Ex-wife villain

The child who fell into the water was rescued by the maid.

The child's face turned pale and he was trembling with fear. He looked at Jiang Shouzhong with particularly fearful eyes.

Looking at her trembling son, the woman's heart felt like a knife piercing her heart. She hated Jiang Shouzhong to the core. At this moment, under her husband's warning eyes, she could only break her teeth and swallow it in her stomach.

The wealthy man was quite wealthy. After a brief period of fright, he regained his composure and said respectfully to Mr. Yan:

"Senior, I am Wen Yu Bo Luo Xiu Si. What happened today was that I neglected to discipline him, which caused his disciple to be misunderstood. Senior's warning, Luo will definitely bear it in mind, and will strictly discipline Cheng'er when he returns, and he will also Reflect."

After a pause, he continued: "Senior, if you don't dislike me, can you come to my humble residence as a guest? Although I dare not say that I can treat you like gold and silver, I will never treat you unfairly."

When he heard the words "Uncle Wen Yu", Mr. Yan sighed: "It turns out he is a descendant of General Luo."

The ancestor of the Luo family was one of the founding heroes of the Continent Dynasty. After the founding of the country, he was awarded the title of Earl Wen Yu. Now Luo Xiu is the fifth generation of hereditary successors.

Although the title is still there, the status, reputation, and power have long since declined.

Luo Xiu's words clearly indicate that Mr. Yan is unusual and intends to form a good relationship with him.

If you can win over the other party, it will be of great benefit to the family.

Before Luo Xiu could speak, Mr. Yan waved his hand and said, "I'm used to being lazy, so thank you for your kindness."

Luo Xiu was very sorry, but he did not dare to force it. After saying some words of apology to Jiang Shouzhong, he left here with his resentful wife, children, and maid.

As for Fang Ziheng, he didn't even look at it.

Now that Fang Ziheng is like this, there is no need for his son to worship him as his teacher.

Mr. Yan looked at Fang Ziheng, whose eyes were lifeless, and said in a deep voice:

"The path of swordsmanship is full of thorns, and there are obstacles in the way. If you encounter a slight setback, you will hesitate to move forward, and your heart will be ashen. Is it worthy of your Fang family's 'Swordsmanship with no shame'? Is it worthy of your Fang Jian Villa's 'World of Swordsmanship'?" "The sword is called Yangguan", how many generations of people have worked hard?"

Fang Ziheng's heart was shaken. He looked at Mr. Yan, who looked like an ordinary Confucian scholar in front of him, and bowed deeply, "Senior taught you this."

Fang Ziheng straightened up. Although his expression was still decadent, at least there was a little more sparkle in his eyes.

The dazzling swordsman couldn't help but feel a little dazed at this moment.

Looking back on my life, my path of cultivation has been smooth, my way of swordsmanship has been smooth, everyone I met was flattered and courteous, everything I asked for was unimpeded, and I never encountered any major setbacks. Then he developed a conceited and arrogant temperament, which eventually led to his own consequences.

Doing good is like ascending, doing evil is like falling down, all these are done by oneself.

Now that his state of mind is almost broken, his sword training will probably stop here in this life.

Fang Ziheng felt sad and prepared to leave.

"Bring the white smoke to me to see." Mr. Yan suddenly said.

Without any hesitation, Fang Ziheng took the treasure of Mingjian Villa in his hands and handed it to the other party respectfully.

Mr. Yan unsheathed his sword.

The silver sword body shone coldly in the dusk light, and its surface was as smooth as a mirror.

There is a faint white smoke lingering above the sword blade, as if the cold air contained within it condenses in the air, and it also seems like the fairy air coming from above the sea of ​​clouds.

Mr. Yan tapped the sword lightly with his finger and said calmly:

"Invisible, breathless, godless, and heartless, that old guy Fang Hongyuan gave up the sword too early. This sword is dead. Burying it in your sword mountain when you return can be regarded as giving it a home."

Fang Ziheng's face was full of shock, "Dead...senior means...this sword's heart is dead?"

Mr. Yan sneered, "The famous sword has a heart. If you don't have a heart to heart with it, you think it is a dead thing. Then there is no need for it to live."

Fang Ziheng staggered and looked crazy. He shook his head vigorously and murmured: "Impossible! This is impossible! When I draw the sword, I can feel the sword energy and divine intention contained in the sword body."

"Will God's will last forever?" Mr. Yan asked.

Fang Ziheng opened his mouth, closed his eyes in despair, and shook his head gently, "It won't last forever."

Suddenly, he seemed to think of something, and his eyes burst out with hope.

"Senior, can I use the Blood Sword Pool of the Famous Sword Villa to conceive and raise it? In the past, our 'Youqing', 'Wanguang' and 'Longshang' and other swords used this method after they lost their sword energy and divine will." Resurrected'!"

Mr. Yan was silent for a while, then he gently touched the sword body, which was as cold as a corpse, with his fingers, and sighed: "Although the sycamore tree stands, its heart is empty. It is ready to be launched in spring and buried in winter."

Fang Ziheng felt like he was struck by lightning.

He shed tears, his eyes filled with regret and guilt.

Mr. Yan returned the sword to him and said calmly: "If you are willing, share your heart with it. From now on, the sword will be there when you are alive, and the sword will be destroyed when you die..."

"Senior means..."

Fang Ziheng raised his head suddenly and said in a trembling voice, "A man's sword is like one?"

Mr. Yan smiled and said: "Do you have confidence? If you don't have confidence, you will bury it. If you have confidence, you will risk your life. Whether it is worth it depends on you."

Fang Ziheng held the sword tightly with a firm gaze, "Although the road is narrow, it is impossible to reach it. Senior, I am willing to give it a try!"

"Go."

Mr. Yan smiled and waved his hand.

Fang Ziheng made another big salute, his eyes were bright and clear, and he swept away the previous decadence, and apologized to Jiang Shouzhong:

"Mr. Jiang, I relied on my power to dominate others, and Fang was wrong. In the future, if Mr. Jiang comes to Qingzhou and encounters trouble, he can come to Mingjian Villa to find me. If Fang has the ability to do it, he will never refuse!"

Jiang Shouzhong smiled lightly but said nothing.

After Fang Ziheng left, the two of them stared at each other with big eyes.

"Boy, why don't you thank me?"

Mr. Yan was very dissatisfied.

Jiang Shouzhong said coldly: "Tell me, what is the purpose of approaching me? I never believe in coincidence or luck."

Mr. Yan picked up the wine bottle, unscrewed the cork, smelled it intoxicatedly, and said with a smile: "Of course I am here to save you. To prevent you from being sucked dry."

Suck it dry?

Jiang Shouzhong was confused.

Mr. Yan screwed back the cork of the bottle, glanced across the lake intentionally or unintentionally, and said with a smile: "You go home first, and I will go to you to explain the reason then."

……

The other side of the lake.

Li Guanshi and the red snake demon looked at each other from a distance.

The woman in red was still frightened, and said with a pretty face: "The sword intention in that man is so strong. If I had been a step too late, I might have died."

"You can live because I showed up."

Li Guanshi rubbed his small forehead irritably and said calmly, "Your master is the Liumen Yamen named Jiang Mo. The death energy on his body cannot be detected by others. You should be able to really feel it."

The red-clothed snake demon nodded, "That boy is indeed very strange. He seems to be a dead person, but also seems to be a living person."

She turned to look at Li Guanshi, "If there wasn't that person, I could stay on Jiang Mo's body without anyone noticing, but now... I don't have the guts."

"Don't worry, I'll discuss it with that person."

Li Guanshi sarcastically said, "He is just a coward."

But the next moment, the woman put on a rare expression of bitterness, "This bastard is so full that he comes here to disturb the situation? I'm so angry!"

There are not many people who can give Li Guanshi a headache, and Mr. Yan is one of them.

Li Guanshi played with the disciple's jade hairpin flying sword in his hand, and said in an erratic tone, "Do you know who that person is?"

The snake spirit shook his head.

Li Guanshi raised his snow-white neck, looked at the sky and said quietly:

"There are so many people practicing swordsmanship in the world. Some people have great achievements in swordsmanship, some have glimpsed the true secrets of swordsmanship, some have cut down rivers with one sword, and some have broken the world with thousands of swords. Some have reached the top and become sword immortals, and some have proudly transformed into sword gods."

"But there is only one person who can become a demon with his sword. He is one floor higher than the Tao and ten feet higher than the sky!"

"Even if there are millions of sword immortals in the world, none of them would dare to draw their swords when meeting him."

"He is the sword demon Yan Changqing!"