Raiders

In the extra two months, the protagonist Shou worked even harder, as if he wanted to become the number one in the world.

Looking at it, Qi Feng felt relieved and didn't want it.

The protagonist has already reached the later stage of achievement by looking at his luck, aptitude and hard work. Qi Feng thought about it and decided that he would let his disciples participate in the martial arts conference, so he would not join in the fun.

The breeze at night makes people feel comfortable.

Qi Feng is lying on the roof with his little apprentice, looking at the stars.

A jug of sake and two white jade cups.

The moon recedes quietly, the sky is full of stars hanging in the night, and the wet water vapor rises from the lake at night, accompanied by the aroma of unknown flowers, which makes people's hearts slightly soft and moist.

Wen Wuyu sat cross-legged, looking up at the starry sky, the vastness of the universe seemed to overwhelm people, bringing a suffocating feeling.

Wen Wuyu poured himself a glass of wine leisurely, drank it all in one gulp, and turned his head to look at his master.

Qi Feng's usual gray clothes, inconspicuously hidden in the darkness, merged with the black roof tiles.

He rested his hands on his pillow, his legs slightly spread, looking chic and unrestrained.

Qi Feng's face was half bright and half bright. Wen Wuyu looked at his profile and blinked slowly.

"Master."

"Ah."

"Tomorrow is the martial arts conference."

"Ah."

"Won't you say something to me?"

"You can beat me already."

"So it will definitely win, and it must win."

Qi Feng tilted his head and looked at his disciple, his expression was always indifferent.

"Master, that's why you trust me?"

Wen Wuyu smiled and poured himself another glass of wine.

"Ah."

Wen Wuyu's heart trembled, his hand holding the wine glass shook, and he drank it up in a gaffe, but because he moved too hastily, he choked on the sweet and dry wine and coughed embarrassingly.

This can be regarded as... being recognized by the master.

Master, you see, this day has finally come. I am stronger than you, and I can stand in front of you and protect you from the wind and rain.

"Master, who is my enemy?"

"Are they... ha... your grandfather, your uncle, and..."

"what……"

Wen Wuyu was a little out of control. He grabbed his master's clothes with a shocked expression on his face.

This is a story from many years ago.

Wen Wuyu's mother was the only daughter of a sect master who was famous for their medicine.

Wen Wuyu's mother fell in love with Wen Wuyu's father, a handsome young man who was a rising star at the time.

Engagement, reception, bridal chamber.

Originally thought to be a happy life, but because of the revelation of a huge conspiracy, the pale truth was revealed.

Wen Wuyu's father was an undercover agent sent by the evil way.

In order to steal the most important magic medicine in the sect, which claims to be able to life and death.

For the sake of love, Wen Wuyu's mother betrayed her family and lived in seclusion in the mountains with her husband.

They got the pill.

The evil people were chasing and killing them, and the right people were chasing and killing them. They talked about one place after another, and finally settled on that mountain.

The poison in Wen Wuyu's father broke out and his life was in danger. They took the medicine.

The medicine was not that miraculous after all, it was just much more powerful than ordinary medicine.

Later, they gave birth to Wen Wuyu and lived a happy, peaceful and beautiful life.

Until Wen Wuyu's grandfather found him.

They couldn't tolerate Wen Wuyu's mother having an affair with the evil and crooked people.

He couldn't forgive Wen Wuyu's mother for betraying the sect and them.

An annual drama, righteousness kills relatives.

Wen Wuyu was stunned after hearing such a not-so-secret story.

Wrong...Who is wrong?

There's nothing wrong with a mother in love with her father.

The mother who betrayed the sect was wrong.

The father who cheated on the mother was wrong.

A father who loves his mother is right.

The grandfather who killed his relatives righteously is also right.

No one is right and no one is wrong.

So what is the point of his persistence...?

For so many years, he has painstakingly cultivated in order to be able to kill his enemies one day.

But the reality gave him a big scratch, a dull pain.

Thoughts are messed up, like the pain of exploding.

"Master...you shouldn't be talking to me now..."

"Didn't you ask?"

Qi Feng looked at him calmly.

"Don't you want to enjoy seeing them at the martial arts conference tomorrow, then get excited, and finally know the sour feeling of reality?"

"I……"

Wen Wuyu was speechless.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

Wen Wuyu's emotions were a little out of control, with excitement, he couldn't help but roar at Qi Feng.

A hoarse voice choked with sobs sounded in the night.

Wen Wuyu heard the heavy sorrow on his mother's face back then, the faint crying at night, the seemingly happy childhood, the unspeakable pain under the peaceful life.

In fact, it has long been riddled with holes.

Wen Wuyu knew that something was wrong with his current situation, but he couldn't help feeling resentful.

Master...why didn't you tell me earlier?

Obviously shouldn't treat Master like this...

Obviously it was Master who saved him...but...but...

That kind of emotion is more of grievance.

How can you bear...bear to see me sad for so long...

Qi Feng's sigh was so obvious in the silent night.

Wen Wuyu looked at Qi Feng pitifully, his eyelashes glistening with water.

He fell into a slightly cool embrace, sniffing the unique and reassuring fragrance of bamboo on Master's body.

"Hate is something that can make people persevere and become stronger."

"You are the most suitable person I have ever seen to practice the Sanqing Jue."

"Brilliant Sanqingmen is my responsibility."

"So you have to work hard."

Wen Wuyu felt his heart pounding and his hands and feet were shaking.

"Master..."

There was crying in the voice.

Did you just use me as a tool... a tool of the Brilliant Sanqingmen...

Wen Wuyu felt that his world was about to collapse.

The master who had always doted on him turned out to be using him as a tool, and the hatred he had persisted for so many years was actually a joke.

He withdrew from his master's embrace and looked at Qi Feng's expression, so melancholy, so sad, so heavy, so solemn.

"Master...if this is what you want..."

Before he could finish speaking, someone slapped his head.

Qi Feng's forehead twitched, looking like he couldn't bear it.

"Wen Wuyu."

"Um……"

Wen Wuyu agreed aggrievedly.

"Are you retarded?"

Another slap and snort to the head.

"Are you sober?"

Wen Wuyu rubbed his head, confused.

"If you still have that ridiculous idea, get out of my sight now, you are no longer a disciple of the Sanqing Sect, the world is so big, how far can you go?"

"Master!"

Wen Wuyu wiped away his tears with a happy smile, yelled sweetly, and threw himself back into his master's arms happily.

"Master is the best!"

"The best and the best!"

"This is the roof, are you fucking trying to hit it so hard!"

"I only have Master."

"Master, I love you the most."

Master is so proud of a person with true temperament, how could he treat himself so well just because he used himself as a tool?

"Get back!"

"Come here!"

"It's going to fall!"

"Damn, retarded."

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