Dharma

Seeing that they were about to leave, Xia Jingge finally came back to his senses, and hurriedly said: "I'm in prison, can you release me from this?" Qi Mu turned back to look at Xia Jingge, there was a strange smile in his eyes. After waving, the rope was untied from Xia Jingge's body, and slipped back into Qi An's hands like a loach.The demon king Feng Minzhao had already gone out, Qi Huan didn't say anything else, turned around and left the prison, and closed the door behind him.

Xia Jingge squeezed his arm that was bound so hard that the blood was not flowing smoothly, stretched his muscles and bones, and then ran to the door of the prison to check the specific situation of the prison. There are walls on six sides, and the height does not reach the top. The aura flows into the place, but slowly and slightly, I'm afraid it's just a small hole.The situation outside the wall is naturally invisible, and Xia Jingge couldn't see clearly when the two of them went out just now, they only felt it was pitch black, and it was totally different from inside the prison where day and night were different.

Xia Jingge touched the smooth wall back and forth, and greeted each of them with the five-element technique, but the wall remained motionless, and he didn't make any fine marks.He should have thought earlier that the group in Demon Realm... Since this place was built long ago just to keep him locked up, it is naturally invulnerable and has no room to drill.Xia Jingge had no choice but to give up resisting for the time being, sat back on the bed obediently, and lowered her head in frustration.

... I don't know if Fu Ling can find out that Xiang Rong dismissed him so that people can catch him better.

But Xia Jingge felt that his hope was very slim. Feng Fuling trusted Xiang Rong very much, and Xiang Rong was not someone who would show his feet easily.If not, after this month, they should have sensed that something was wrong.

The two demons left, and Xia Jingge's mood gradually stabilized. It was just that the impact was too great, a series of shocking secrets and old events were thrown down, knocking him out, and he didn't know how to refute the two of them.

Thinking about it carefully now, he should still stick to his original judgment. These things are all their one-sided claims. He must at least find someone from the God Realm or an elder who knows these things, and listen to what the monks and the God Realm say.But how can there be any gods from the God Realm to ask him...and all the elders of the Jiuhua Sect are dead...the elders...Xia Jingge suddenly thought of Sang Yang.

Although Senior Sang Yang never left any room for his words, he seemed to know some inside information. If he really wanted to ask about the past, he might have to fall on her.But she drove herself out, and even said that she would not be allowed to enter Changli Bay again unless she broke up with Fu Ling, and she was known for her temper, so she couldn't be fooled, he couldn't really follow Fu Ling just to find out the truth Ling cut off the relationship.

Alas...Xia Jingge patted his forehead, really confused, and besides, it's useless to think about it now, he doesn't know when he will be able to go out.

Xia Jingge sat on the bed blankly for a while, and inevitably remembered the things that the Demon King asked him to think about before he left.

To tell the truth, Xia Jingge subconsciously was not willing to dissect the facts one by one to verify whether the matter was true or not, whether it was because he was afraid of the proof to find out if it was true, or something else. I can't tell myself.After all, he didn't want to think about it seriously, so he could only think about other things, thinking about what Mo Jun and Zuo Hufa said about Jing Zhou, and thinking about what role his father played in the whole thing.

He thought that the theory of the well axis would not violate the avenue of yin and yang cycle in the world, and if it really existed, it would not be impossible. He also thought... why did his father know the well axis and even his own identity, and didn't tell himself... Thinking about it, Xia Jingge Suddenly remembered one thing.Then, he froze for a while, leaning against the wall behind him, as if he lost all strength.

When Xia Jingge was young, he was a child who only loved his elders, and few of his peers liked to play with him.If he was just a man with all five spirits in the Jiuhua School, or if he was just the son of the head of the Jiuhua School, maybe he would not be so unpopular, but when these two are added together, in a group of people who are all He is an entry-level school based on real ability, and among the talented and arrogant children, it is obvious that it is difficult for an outlier like him to be liked by others.

Xia Jingge loved to laugh when she was a child, but she also shed tears.Because every time he sniffs his nose and cries, no matter how busy his father is, he will put aside the affairs of the Jiuhua faction and come to coax him, comfort him, play with him, and make him laugh.Just can't do without him.

Although he didn't want to admit it, Xia Jingge was actually very afraid of not being accompanied by anyone.

His father, his senior brother, and later Fu Ling, he only felt at ease when someone was willing to accompany him.As if no one was with him, he was alone.

I don't know when this problem developed.When he was still young, Xia Jingge also hoped to play with those senior brothers. However, the games played by the children of cultivators are different from the games played by ordinary children. It is not something ordinary children can play. .The most popular game among the children of the Jiuhua School is Dou Fa.Of course, it is not the same as the fighting style of adults with huge lethality, but there are also A and B players, there are referees, and the goals are set in advance, such as how many meters away to fetch objects, such as who can fly the highest and longest with the sword flying... completely It was a game in which Xia Jingge was neither qualified to be a player nor a referee.The former does not have that mana, and the latter does not have that vision.

...However, such games that require the use of mana to play abound.By the time he has worked so hard to finally be able to play that game, others will have already played it better and more fun.

So no matter how much he wants to play with others, he will not be able to play together.Others don't like to play with him either.Because there is nothing to play with.

But Xia Jingge was sensitive even though he was still very young at that time. I remember one day when he wanted to participate in their game, he was ruthlessly rejected.Just like many times, he could only sit in the crowd and watch others laughing and jokingly playing. After watching for a while, he hung his head sadly and went back to look for his father.

It was evening, and the sky was glowing red, like a fire, covering from the west to the top of the head, and it was still showing its teeth and claws, as if it wanted to burn the whole sky.Xia Jingge didn't know why, she never recalled this incident on weekdays, but she suddenly remembered it, but she remembered it so clearly.

He probably went back with a sad heart, with such an expression, he couldn't hide it from his father.It is not an exaggeration for his father to say that he dotes on him, he has never said a serious word, let alone scolded him.Xia Jingge originally thought that it was the normal relationship between father and son. After traveling in the world these days, he realized that the real relationship between father and son was clearly the father who whipped his son with a feather duster and a stick...Of course, he was not mischievous when he was a child, and he was not too angry. His father wants to smoke himself.In short, Xia Jingge had traveled through the world of mortals, and finally understood that his father really doted on him back then.

That day, Xia Qinglu picked up Xia Jingge when he saw this, and held him in front of him with his buttocks and back, and asked with a smile, "Why are you unhappy?"

Xia Jingge took advantage of the situation and put her arms around Xia Qinglu's neck, buried her head in his arms, and said sullenly after a while: "Daddy, don't all the brothers like me?"

Xia Qinglu was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said: "What's the matter? Your seniors are busy with homework every day, and it's rare for half an hour to play, so naturally they can't take care of you. It's not that they don't like you. "

Xia Jingge raised his head from his father's arms. From his angle, he could clearly see his father's determined expression and smiling eyes. Such an expression often made him feel at ease immediately.However, Xia Jingge was still a little depressed today, and in the blink of an eye, he lay back on Xia Qinglu's chest, one hand was still on his neck, the other hand was retracted, and he grabbed his father's skirt sadly.

Xu Shi felt his depression, Xia Qinglu grabbed his hand that was tugging at the skirt of his clothes, held it firmly in his hand, and still smiled and said: "Isn't it enough that daddy and senior brother like you? You are so greedy, you have to be so greedy every day." It's hard to be happy when everyone likes you. No one can do this."

Xia Jingge was only five or six years old at the time, and she hoped that everyone would like her and want to play with her. When she heard this, she felt sad, and asked with her mouth pursed, "Is daddy like this too?"

"Yes."

"Why haven't I seen it? Obviously everyone likes Daddy very much."

Xia Qinglu laughed when he heard the words, "You haven't seen it, so it doesn't mean there aren't any. There are a lot of people who hate Daddy in Moyu, and there are quite a few who wish to kill Daddy." Speaking of this , his smile faded, "Remember, in life, you will inevitably be hated by others. If you just don't be liked by others, you will be unhappy, and from then on you will be unhappy every day."

Xia Jingge didn't understand for a moment why it was so difficult to please others, but he obviously felt that it seemed to be a very simple matter for others.But at this time, what he cared more about was another sentence, so he immediately clenched his fists and said: "The demons in the Demon Realm are good or bad, and they still want to kill Daddy? When I grow up, I will definitely persuade them to stop I hate my father, and don't want to kill my father anymore."

Xia Qinglu was taken aback by his words, and after a long while, he stroked Xia Jingge's head and said, "It's good if you think so. Devils are not all bad guys, they hate daddy because they just have different positions, wait for you to grow up." It’s getting bigger, some things are only on your mind, and you need to be very careful. Now you can think of not going to fight, and try to fight for one. It’s very good.”

However, Xia Jingge at that time could not quite understand these words.He could only look back at Xia Qinglu suspiciously, Xia Qinglu probably saw that he didn't understand, but he stopped talking.Just patted him and said: "Don't be unhappy, you should be more happy, your mother will be at ease watching from the sky. Otherwise, when Dad finally goes up one day, Junior Sister blames Dad for not taking good care of you. Give your father a heart-piercing sword, and then call your father back from the sky to take care of you again?"

Xia Jingge was amused, "Daddy is good or bad, mother won't blame daddy! A few days ago Uncle Jiu said that I look like mother. I don't blame father, and mother certainly won't blame me either."

When Xia Qinglu heard the words, there was warmth in his eyes, and he smiled slightly: "You are very like your mother."

Xia Jingge leaned against the wall and slowly closed her eyes.Sometimes a good memory is not a good thing.

...Everyone said that he was like his mother whom he had never seen before.

But even his smile now seems to be the same as his father's back then.

He thought, he obviously belonged to Xiao's father.How can you say that the devil, Feng Minzhao, is not like his father?

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