Unseen Immortal of Three Hundred Years

The Patriarch of the Feng family kept talking about how good and pity his two children were, and he opened and closed his mouth with affection.

Feng Huiming held his sword and listened silently for a long time, finally there was a movement.

He began to tremble from his fingers, and even his whole body trembled, and the sword that was stuck on the ground also rattled.Just like falling rocks in Pinghu, the ripples are getting bigger and bigger...

Ning Huaishan was the closest to him and was the first to notice.At first I thought it was an injury and it hurt.It was later discovered that Feng Huiming was laughing.

The smile was half ridiculed, half resentful, with a touch of indescribable madness, which made Ning Huaishan's hair stand on end.

"My son, my son, my son... full of my son." Feng Huiming didn't lift his head, just lit it up and down, repeating the words of the owner in a hoarse voice, and then hissed with a smile: "I used to How stupid, how stupid! Only after hearing you call 'my son' a few times, you become dizzy and don't know where to go?"

He laughed for a long time until he choked with laughter, and said again: "I actually thought these two words were so rare and sincere, and after calling them a few times, they really regarded me as one of my own. I really... ..."

He took a deep breath, raised his head, his eyes were red, he looked at the head of the Feng family through the scarlet light, and said softly: "I'm such a good seed, don't you often say this to me? I I didn't understand it before, but now I can't understand it any more..."

"I'm such an excellent seedling. I was fooled around by 'my son' a few times. Where can I find such a stupid person? When you took me in, you must have thought the same way, right?"

Otherwise, the phrase "eight years old is just the right age" wouldn't have been said.

He was just eight years old when he was led in by the head of the Feng family, and he understood some things.So he clearly knew that his family was ruined and he had no one to rely on, so he should have lived a precarious life.But thanks to the owner of the house, he has a place to shelter from the wind and rain, and he has a home.

From now on, everything he gets will be thanks to this person. Mr. Disciple Hall said: A person should know his kindness and repay it.

He remembered this sentence for many years.

He knew that he was not the real blood of the Feng family, and all preferential treatment was not taken for granted, but had to be exchanged for hard work, obedience, and embarrassment for Feng's parents... these.

It is said that the head of the family is unsmiling, not a loving father, and always very strict.It is extremely difficult to make him smile, and it is also very difficult to hear a compliment from him.For a long time, what he asked every day was for the Patriarch to nod to him and say "OK".

He worked harder than all the disciples, and wore out more training uniforms and sword stones than anyone else. It took another seven or eight years, and finally one day, the head of the family smiled at him and said, "My son is a good young man."

Saying "my son" gave him the illusion of "father's kindness and son's filial piety".

At that time, he was young and energetic, full of enthusiasm, wishing to take out his heart and give it to the Feng family, as long as it could be of use.He even said to Shulan, "I will risk my life any day, and I will not hesitate to do so."

In the end, Feng Shulan poured cold water on him, saying: "There is actually no difference between us and the disciples."

It was from then on that he and Feng Shulan, the "sister", had "differences in ways and not conspiring with each other".

He was fascinated by the "my son" one after another, and once felt that although he was an adopted son, he was no different from his own son.I feel that I will take over the position of Patriarch in the future, otherwise, how could the Patriarch tell him so many past events and opportunities of the Feng family?He even took him into a secret place that no one can enter.

He had been deceiving himself and others in this "Ecstasy Formation" for nearly a hundred years, until one day, he suddenly found that there was a faint death energy escaping from his body.

At first, he thought it was because he didn't pay attention when killing the demons, and he was hit without knowing it.

The most stupid thing is that he told the Patriarch...

Just like an ordinary son who was injured outside and casually mentioned something to his father, he actually told the head of the family about it.

Feng Huiming will always remember that day - the head of the family was deeply worried, and immediately called the elders of the medical hall to come over, and personally watched the elders to investigate for him.Afterwards, they took him to a secret place and asked him to recuperate with the power of Shenmu.

And he was so moved...

"I was so moved that I was at a loss, do you know that!" Feng Huiming slapped the ground suddenly, and in an instant he was in front of the head of the Feng family, and the tip of the sword dragged a deep ravine in the cold stone.

The Patriarch's eyebrows twitched, and the broken chains suddenly rose up, and each cut turned into a sharp blade, smashing towards Feng Huiming!

Feng Huiming also exploded with sword energy, and every white awn was firmly opposed to the sharp blade.

In an instant, flying stars splashed everywhere.

Feng Huiming pressed forward a little more as if he was not afraid of those sharp knives at all. His eyes were red and he gritted his teeth and said, "I wish I could give you my heart and lungs! Did you know—Father?"

When the head of the family heard the word "father", he moved his fingers holding the chain.But it was only a movement, and the strength did not loosen at all.

"I was so touched at the beginning, but I was so chilled when I found out the problem later." Feng Huiming moved forward an inch, his fingers overflowed with blood under the vigorous vibration, but he didn't notice at all, "Have you ever tasted that kind of food?" How does it taste? It's like standing naked on a snowy field, it's worse than death..."

The Patriarch finally looked blank for a moment, then frowned deeply and said, "You know? You... know?"

Feng Huiming laughed slowly again, the smile was full of self-mockery, with a bit of embarrassment and sadness: "...Yeah, every time I come to this tower, and use the power of the god tree to recuperate, the dead breath will be temporarily relieved. It’s covered. But after a long time, a fool can realize something is wrong, right? Why should you be so surprised.”

"Or... in your eyes, I'm really stupid? Can't you even find this clue?"

The owner's lips moved slightly.

When this sentence was asked, even Wu Xingxue and the others frowned.

Judging from the previous reaction of Feng Huiming, he did know that he had a dead breath in him, but they thought he was just aware of the strangeness, or had vague doubts.

But listening to him say that now, it seems...he not only sensed the death energy in himself, but also knew the existence of the life-changing formation.

Ning Huaishan looked at Feng Huiming and couldn't help muttering: "You...why are you bothering? Are you crazy?"

Feng Huiming hissed: "Why am I bothering? I also want to know why I am bothering! I can obviously fight back!"

Feng Huiming said to the Patriarch: "Do you know that I can fight back?! I have planned many times in my mind, I have imagined many times, as long as any one of them! As long as I am ruthless any time, I will I can let you die in front of me, I can torture you and force you with a hundred ways to make your life worse than death, and let you tell me what you did to me—"

His sword energy penetrated another inch, and the patriarch's chains rattled under pressure, and both sides trembled.

"I can even force you to move what's on me to yourself. I've thought about it countless times—"

"Then why don't you do it?" Ning Huaishan asked again.

"I—" Feng Huiming finally had an unconcealable embarrassment on his face, but it made people feel a little pitiful.He stared at the Patriarch in front of him, his lips were trembling, his face was gloomy, but he couldn't say a word.

Why?

Because he is indecisive, he is not considered a good man, but he wants to be ruthless but can't be ruthless to the end.

Whenever he had those sinister thoughts, he would always think of the moment when he was led close to the gate of the Feng family.I always think of the phrase "People should know how to repay their kindness" that Mr. Di Zitang said back then.

As a result, those vicious anti-killing thoughts will always only appear in dreams, as soon as he opens his eyes, as long as he wakes up, he will subconsciously press those things deep in his heart, pretending that he knows nothing about it.

After a long time, he developed an illusion—as if as long as he didn't touch it, ask questions, or really see the life-changing formation, everything was fake, and it was all because of his overly suspicious and random guesses. of.

After all, he is an adopted son. After all, he has devoted himself to raising a dog for so many years. He should be a bit reluctant, right?You won't be able to do it, will you?

He was just waiting for the opponent to fail.

He even thought that he would gain a firm foothold as soon as possible and take over the position of the Feng family.Be the one with the most right to speak in the Feng family before the life-changing Dacheng.

In that case, shouldn't his "father" just take into account the overall situation and change his mind.

"It's not that I can't save myself, do you understand?" Feng Huiming said in a deep voice, "I just..."

I just want to see you regret it, and see you show a little "father-son love", that's all.

He didn't finish, but the Patriarch seemed to understand what he meant.

For a moment, the Patriarch showed a very complicated expression on his face.It was almost doubtful that he really regretted it a bit.

Feng Huiming also caught the subtlety of that moment and narrowed his eyes.At such a time, what he said became duplicity again: "...Are you going to show fake friendship again to deceive me?"

The Patriarch's face changed several times, and then slowly sank after a while.

He still didn't say what the other party wanted to hear, but in a confrontation with all his strength, he whispered: "This is the end, I have nothing to say."

"at this point?"

"at this point……"

Feng Huiming read this answer.

It was a matter of life, and after so many years of complicated feelings, it was finally taken lightly by the four words "this is the end".

The moment he heard this, the last light in Feng Huiming's eyes quickly dimmed.

It wasn't until this moment that he realized that he still had a slight expectation, hoping that the person in front of him would have a little bit of regret.At least it seems that his wishful thinking in his youth is not so much a joke.

It's just a pity, it's a joke.

He was finally no longer indecisive, no longer ruthless.He shook his head for a while, and then suddenly burst out——

At that moment, the powerful sword energy suddenly exploded from his body, reflecting the surroundings completely white.That's all he has learned in the Feng family for a hundred years. His hard work, hard work, and pleasing people are all in these sword spirits, and they are all added to the long sword in his hand.

The blood on his face quickly dissipated, and the dead air on his body suddenly increased.This reaction only meant one thing - he was fighting with his life.

The Patriarch of the Feng family had suffered a serious injury at the hands of Xiao Fuxuan, but under this fateful move, he finally failed.

At a certain moment, he suddenly opened his eyes wide, and then slowly lowered his head.

Seeing the long sword with the word "Feng" piercing through his body with a white sword energy, all the remaining chains in his hand were shattered.

Immediately afterwards, he heard Feng Huiming's voice saying: "I'm so happy..."

Ever since the day he realized he was a victim, he's held his breath, morose, and never really smiled.

Until this moment, he was finally happy.

And until this moment, Xiao Fuxuan raised his finger.

He didn't intervene just now, just waiting, waiting for Feng Huiming to ask himself an answer.

Now that the answer has been obtained, the poor man is very happy.

He didn't have to wait any longer.

A golden light suddenly appeared in the tower, and the huge sword shadow of the word "Mian" pierced through the soul of the head of the Feng family and penetrated directly into the ground.

That was another questioning.