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"It's not that they came from a wrong path." Shen Wanqing calmed down and shook her head slowly, "It's that they have the same root and origin. The current Kungfu of the Sacred Fire Cult was created by Mo Wuya and Xin Hanxue back then."

"How could it be?" Su Lang's eyebrows were filled with doubts.

He took the order of his master and was ordered to take back the "Hanxue Sword Art", what the master said was - don't let the treacherous villain get the sword manual, lest someone find out in the future and dare not trouble the Holy Fire Cult, but smash it instead The signboard of our Liuxiu City.

What the master said inside and outside, is that the Holy Fire Cult secretly learned their inner skills and mental skills, which is not enough, and they have to rely on their sword skills to commit crimes and run amok.

But listening to Shen Wanqing's words, it seemed that his master and Mo Wuya knew each other and had studied magic skills together.

"The Sacred Fire Sect and Liuxiu City are just the same breed." Shen Wanqing said sarcastically, "You and your father are murderous monsters without batting an eyelid, and Xin Hanxue is a pristine beast in clothes. You two factions are not in contact now, and they are not in harmony. Then we'll get mixed up."

Speaking of this, she paused slightly, and said with a smile: "It's not necessarily true. Your Holy Fire Cult can survive for a few more days. It all depends on the mind of the person above. You think you can live in peace by relying on the crown prince. You are really a brat." thoughts..."

At this point, she didn't speak anymore, she directly pulled Shen Feiyun, and flew out of the hall in twos and threes.

Shen Feiyun stepped on the lightness kung fu, followed behind his elder sister, dodged the forbidden army with ease, and disappeared into the palace.

Shen Wanqing is proficient in physical skills, going in and out of the palace is like her own back garden, I don't know how many times she has been there before, so she can remember it by heart.

On the way home, the wind and rain were blowing, and the two of them were drenched.

When they arrived at the Hou's Mansion, Shen Wanqing said bluntly: "Find some time and explain clearly to your parents about yourself and Mo Tingfeng, don't cover up and hide it from the elders."

Shen Feiyun nodded and said yes, he should explain his relationship with Su Lang clearly, but now is not the time, he still has other things to say.

Although it was not yet dawn, it was the last moment. Shen Zhao and Shi Liping had already got up, and when they heard voices coming from outside, they immediately walked to the front of the hall.

"Shen Er!" Shi Liping was overjoyed, "Why are you back... Also, it's late autumn and winter is coming, it's better if you come back earlier to reunite with us."

She came forward with a smile, complaining incessantly, "Why don't you open an umbrella, you're soaking wet?"

"The umbrella was stolen by a blind thief." Shen Feiyun said indifferently.

Shi Liping shook her head, and laughed, this kid said nonsense again, not sure how the umbrella was lost, but if someone can snatch the umbrella from Shen Feiyun's hand, this ability does not need to be a thief.

"Hurry up and change your laundry." Shi Liping pushed Shen Feiyun to the East Pavilion, "You boy, in such a cold day, you don't have a few extra clothes, but you dare to walk in the rain with only a single shirt. When you were young, you relied on your good health , Martial arts are strong, when you get old, you will be like your father, when it rains, new and old wounds on your body will hurt..."

"It's not urgent to change the laundry, let's put it aside first." Shen Feiyun stayed where he was, and turned to look at Shen Zhao, "Father, I have to tell you something urgent, that's what matters."

Shen Zhao stroked his beard, looking very elegant, he didn't look like a martial artist, but more like a scholar standing with a scroll.I saw him calm and relaxed, and said loudly: "If you fart, let it go."

Shen Feiyun made a long story short, recounting what happened last night, and finally said the emperor's confession intact.

"Understood." After stroking his beard, Shen Zhao turned and went back to the room. When he came out, he was already wearing armor and sword, and rode out aggressively on horseback.

Shen Feiyun wanted to go out, but Shi Liping stopped him, handed over the clothes he just took out, and said with a smile: "It's better to wear a good one to meet people."

Since the two were mother and son, they didn't shy away from it. Shen Feiyun dried himself off, put on his inner clothes, put on a bamboo-leaf-green silk shirt, and was about to run outside.

As soon as she took a step, Shi Liping also held an umbrella and followed like the wind.

"What are you doing here?" Shen Feiyun worried, "Go back quickly, the crown prince controls the Imperial Forest Army, it's not easy to deal with, if you have something good or bad, how will I explain to father."

"Shut up." Shi Liping said leisurely.

She held the umbrella firmly, covered herself and her son, and walked through the wind and rain unimpeded, no matter how fast she walked, no matter how severe the wind and rain were, the rain did not fall on her clothes at all.

Shen Zhao went to dispatch troops, but Shen Feiyun's mother and son arrived outside the city gate first.

Not long after, the gate of the city was opened, and the commander of the guards of the Beiya came out from the palace, and asked from a distance, "Mrs. Shen, what's your business if you don't know that it's raining?"

Shi Liping smiled lightly: "General Zhou, I haven't seen you for a long time, I miss you very much, so I came here to visit."

Zhou Siran was obviously very useful, and said sternly: "Thank you Madam for your concern, it's better not to say such things. If you have something to ask, you might as well speak up."

"I'm waiting for someone." Shi Liping raised her eyes, but there were not many expressions, and she was calm.

Zhou Siran asked: "Who needs Madam to wait in front of the palace?"

"My husband." Shi Liping replied.

Zhou Siran's face changed, and he wanted to speak, but the sound of horseshoes in the distance made people feel uneasy.He turned his head and just said the first word when the mother and son in front of him had drifted away.

He came back to his senses, took a closer look, and saw two people walking in front of the palace gate, knocking out the officers and soldiers guarding the gate in the blink of an eye, and pushing open a palace gate each.

"What are you doing?" Before Zhou Siran could react, the sound of hooves became louder and louder, as if thousands of troops were coming.

His face was livid, the crown prince had told him earlier that Zhenbei Hou Chen Zhao was hard to tame, and he might change in the future, but he never expected that the other party would call him so soon.

A moment later, there was a loud bang, and two heavy iron doors fell to the ground.

Only then did the imperial guards come to their senses, and rushed towards Shen Feiyun, but in an instant, the two walked away with ease.

Shi Liping is leisurely and leisurely, like taking a walk in the garden, holding a bamboo green oil-paper umbrella, the wind and rain do not invade.

If one had to say who Shen Feiyun's leisurely style came from, it would probably be this mother who hadn't seen her for many years.It's just that Shi Liping's face doesn't change when Mount Tai collapses in front, the elk is on the left but doesn't blink, and Shen Feiyun is still young, but he's not ready yet.

When the fight really started, Shi Liping stood in the distance with no worry in his eyes.

Shen Feiyun couldn't help asking: "Aren't you worried about father?"

"I'll die sooner." Shi Liping raised her eyebrows, "An old man can live to this day, which shows that he shouldn't be extinct. Today's battle is too small for him to squeeze his teeth."

The blood flowed slowly from the high place, Shi Liping moved her feet, finally felt it was unbearable, and flew to stand on the top of the tree.

"I hate blood," she said indifferently, "I also hate the sound of swords and swords. You don't want to be stained with blood. You have nothing to do with chivalry and revenge. Don't listen to your father and sister. You are just right now, Traveling in the mountains and rivers, time and property should be wasted, throwing it at food, beautiful scenery, beauties..."

Shen Feiyun nodded: "I see, thank you for your mother's teaching."

Shi Liping's stern face made her smile.She seemed to be unable to see life and death, and gossiped: "I heard that you are still very close to Jian Yishan, how much have you learned from his flair?"

Shen Feiyun was originally very nervous, but seeing the blood flow into rivers made him feel extremely uncomfortable. Hearing Shi Liping's inexplicable question, he was in a daze for a long time, and he almost couldn't recover.He frowned and said, "I haven't learned half of it."

"That's a waste of your good skin." Shi Liping sighed heavily, "You really should go to the world and let others be fascinated by you."

The more Shen Feiyun listened, the more wrong he became. When he was thinking about it, he stopped focusing on other people's life and death.

"You think too much," he kept shaking his head, "How can I look like Jian Yishan, I would rather be alone, or chat with friends, about love..."

As soon as the word "love" came out, he immediately fell silent. Thinking of his elder sister telling him to find some time to explain to his parents, he began to think about how to speak about this matter.

"How?" Although Shi Liping was asking, her eyes were fixed on the palace, listening intently.

Shen Feiyun whispered: "I..."

Shi Liping focused on two things, and was very curious about the second son's hesitating appearance.This kid was very smart when he was young, and he could tell funny jokes casually. There was no one he couldn't talk to, ranging from an 80-year-old man to a ten-year-old child.It was strange to hear him hesitate and stammer.

"Do you have someone in your heart?" Seeing his expression, Shi Liping saw through it all at once, and spoke bluntly.

However, Shen Feiyun frowned and was entangled - it would be a bit weird to say that Su Lang was his sweetheart; but he went to Yunyu with Su Lang twice, and he was absolutely unwilling to call it quits.

"Who?" Shi Liping stopped looking at him and asked absently.

Shen Feiyun thought about it again and again, but it was hard to deny it, so he could only carry Su Lang out: "He is the third son of Yushi Xunyan, who learned from Xin Hanxue, the lord of Liuxiu City, and his name is Su Lang."

"Third son..." Shi Liping wondered, "Could it be that you have broken sleeves?"

"Third son." Shen Feiyun said heavily.

Shi Liping thought for a while, and finally remembered who Su Zifu, the inspector of salt, nodded and said: "Their family has a long history, and your vision is too high. If you are so hesitant, does he think he doesn't like you?"

"That's not the case." Shen Feiyun shook his head, "He has taken a fancy to me, but I don't know how to get along with him, it's hard to explain."

"Just follow your heart."

After Shi Liping finished speaking, she tiptoed, stepped on the branches of tall trees, and flew towards the palace.

Shen Feiyun hurriedly followed, the palace was strewn with corpses, there were not many clean places, he was wearing a brand new pair of shoes, and stepped on the bloody water.

The rain kept falling, as if vowing to wash away the blood all over the ground.

In front of the Mingde Hall of the East Palace, the prince is standing under the porch, on the high steps, with the aura of looking down on all living beings.

Shen Zhao turned over and got off the horse, his internal force was transmitted through the sound, and his voice was like a bell: "What else do you have to say, you bastard?"

"The winner and the loser are willing to bet and admit defeat." Jian Yike said coldly.

Shen Feiyun stepped forward and asked Shen Zhao: "Father, can I have a word with him?"

Shen Zhao nodded: "Say it quickly, his head is about to fall off, if you don't say anything sarcastic, he won't have a chance to hear it."

Shen Feiyun walked in the rain, walked up to the steps, and said softly: "Don't listen to the wind? He took my umbrella, I'll get it back."

The author has something to say: run through a plot, I don't want to describe it in detail, so fast forward.