beautiful brother on top

But Yunlian is different

The legendary Qingxuan Mountain's three statues are Ping Cang Zun, Li Huai Xian Zun and Xiaoyue Zun.

Among them, Lihuai Immortal Venerable has the highest cultivation base and highest status.Ping Cangzun is in charge of Qingxuan Mountain, his cultivation is second, and Xiaoyuezun is the last.

To say that these three people are related to this incident, Wen Can couldn't believe it no matter what.

Ping Cangzun was in charge of Qingxuan Mountain, the number one place in the immortal sect, and the head of the immortal alliance. As long as he spoke, no one in the world of cultivating immortals would dare to say a word. With such an identity, do you still need to plan a few aristocratic families?

Besides, Lihuai Immortal Venerable, a person who ascends should not think about the mundane world anymore, fame and fortune are empty words to him, besides, he was the one who cultivated the "San Tong Qi", and he forged the evil sword himself, so why should he fight any more? ?

In the end it was Xiao Yuezun.

Before Lihuai Immortal Venerable ascended, there were not three elders in Qingxuan Mountain, but five elders. Besides the three elders, there were two elders, but they left Qingxuan Mountain many years ago, and there was no news from them.And Xiaoyue Zun is the last fifth elder.

Although his cultivation level is not as good as the first two, he is also one of the best masters in the world of cultivating immortals. Moreover, Xiaoyue Zun has always been unrestrained and unrestrained, and does not stick to small details. He likes to travel around the world and has no interest in the jurisdiction of the immortal sect.I heard that Zun Pingcang tried to persuade him to stay back then, otherwise Zun Xiaoyue would have gone down the mountain with the two of them.

Although Wen Can has entered Qingxuan Mountain in his two lifetimes, he is almost always on Liuhe Peak, and has nothing to do with these three people. He has nothing to look for them, and they don't have time to look for him, so they don't know each other at all.

The only one who said a few words was Xiaoyue Zun who smoothed things over for them every time in the main peak hall.

Every time that guy Yunzhao came, he only said half of the key words, and Wen Can had to guess the rest.

The black mist around Xiyuan had already dissipated, and the moonlight fell on Wen Can's window sill again, reflecting a pure white light.

Wen Can scratched her head, but she couldn't think of anything, and she couldn't sleep because of Yun Zhao. Looking at the moonlight outside the window, she picked up the swordsmanship secret book that she had packed up during the day, and decided to return the book in the middle of the night.

The night is as dark as splashed ink, dotted with sparse stars above the head. After looking at the night sky of Qingxuan Mountain for a long time, it seems that the night sky in other places is also dotted with stars and can be touched.

Thinking of the stars at night that she and Yun Lian had seen on the summit, Wen Can smiled to herself, and then quickened her pace.

Skillfully sneaked into the library and put the sword manual back, Wen Can was about to leave when she heard a sigh from Wen Su's study next door.

He said: "Heng'er, the children have grown up and have their own ideas. Although I am not a competent father, but...he looks very good, just like you, and even speaks the same words. If you Still, how would you teach him, you are so gentle and knowledgeable, you must be better than me."

"I know, you must be blaming me, right? Blame me for selfishly imposing your death on A Can for so many years. He obviously doesn't understand anything. But I can't get over this hurdle in my heart, and I can't accept your departure. , because I know it’s all my fault, my failure to protect you.”

"I couldn't face you before, but now I can't face A Can. Why do you think you are so similar, both stubborn and desperate."

The candlelight was still burning on the table in the study room, and it had never been extinguished for more than ten years. Wen Can knew that Wen Su was keeping it for Auntie, thinking that she would go home one day, afraid that she would not find it. road.

Wen Can stood outside the door, leaning against the cold door frame. Wen Su could vaguely see Wen Su talking to the portrait of A Niang on the mural. A trace of loneliness.

Thinking about the end of his previous life, Wen Su mercilessly drove him out of the house. At this moment, Wen Can didn't know what it was like.

The family affection he had never felt in his two lifetimes finally had an explanation here.

Wen Can was about to turn around and leave when there was a sudden noise in the room, and Patriarch Wen said coldly, "Who's outside."

The footsteps she had just stepped out were retracted, and Wen Can took a deep breath before walking in.

"It's me. I can't sleep, just walk around, and I'm going to go back now."

Knowing what Patriarch Wen would ask, Wen Can answered without waiting for him to speak, saving the time for the two of them to chat.

Wen Can stood in the outer hall without taking a step in. It seemed that he was about to turn around and leave just waiting for Patriarch Wen to nod.

Probably seeing what Wen Can meant, Patriarch Wen took the initiative to take two steps outside, stood in front of him, and said, "After staying outside for so long, are you still used to it?"

Not understanding what he meant, Wen Can raised her eyebrows: "Thanks to your teaching, I am used to it everywhere."

The meaning of alienation was obvious, Master Wen's face suddenly turned a little ugly, he looked at him, then nodded and said: "That's good, after all, we won't lose face to our Wen family, you..."

Before Patriarch Wen could finish speaking, Wen Can said, "Of course not. I dare not say my surname is Wen outside, so naturally I won't embarrass your Wen family."

Responded by Wen Can's words, Patriarch Wen pointed at him with an ugly face: "You've only been out for a few days, and you've grown your skills. That's how you talk to your father!"

"Then do you think of me as your son?"

"Wen Can!"

"Why, did I say something wrong?"

With a very light tone, the corners of his mouth were pulled slightly, as if he was holding a smile, Wen Can's tone of arguing was exactly the same as Yun Lian's now.

Ever since he was reborn, Wen Can never spoke carefully to Patriarch Wen again. In the past, he was afraid that if he said a wrong word, he would get a bored look and a whip from Patriarch Wen.

But now, he knew that Patriarch Wen would never treat him like he did to Wen Ziyu, so he didn't need to be careful to curry favor and wronged himself to be the unnamed son of the Wen family.

He doesn't care about such a false name.

Master Wen turned his back, looked at the woman with gentle eyebrows and eyes on the mural, and said, "Your Aunt Rong is right, you have grown up, you have your own insights, and you know what it means to have the world in your heart. What you said, I will think about it, you go back and tell Ling Qingjun, and I will reply to you when I discuss it with the elders of the Wen family tomorrow."

Wen Can's eyes froze, and he nodded hesitantly: "Okay."

Glancing at the people on the mural, Wen Can wanted to say something, but she opened her mouth and held it back. She was eloquent and unreasonable outside, but she was clumsy at the critical moment, what? Can't say it.

Just as he was about to turn around and go out, Patriarch Wen suddenly said, "Did I tell you that you are actually very similar to your mother, not only in appearance, but also in personality."

Wen Can shook her head, only to realize that he couldn't see at all, so she said, "Aunt Rong said it, but she was young at that time, so she couldn't remember clearly."

"In my eyes, your mother is the most beautiful and gentle woman in the world, not only in appearance, but also in cultivation and talent. At that time, I was thinking, what happened to me? Only luck can meet her. Maybe you still can’t understand it now, but you will always meet such a person in the future. When you see her, you feel that no matter how good words are, they are not enough to describe it.”

Wen Can listened quietly, did not speak, but slandered in her heart, how could he not understand, he had already met.

It was because of meeting her and being able to understand the feeling of losing the love of her life that Wen Can didn't hate Patriarch Wen like she did in her previous life.

Because if he lost Yunlian under such circumstances, he would definitely abandon everything in this world and follow Yunlian.

But the pain caused by childhood will never dissipate, even if he can not hate, but he will not forgive in his heart.

"So, you just imposed her death on me. You hit me, scolded me, and denied me, just because you couldn't get over the hurdle in your heart, and then you found a natural scapegoat for yourself. , to wash away your apology to her, isn't it?"

Master Wen looked at him dumbly, and then sneered: "Yes, who made you look so similar to your mother, every time I see you, I will think of how she died in front of me again. It is because of your appearance, Take away the person I love the most, you say, how can I not hate it!"

"Then why didn't you strangle me earlier, why did you keep me?"

If he knew that death was a kind of relief, why did he still have to suffer for two lifetimes alone, and then tortured each other?

If he had died earlier, maybe he could still have a pure heart, so he wouldn't feel as filthy as he is now with low self-esteem.

Master Wen said: "Do you think I haven't thought about it?"

Wen Can was stunned for a moment.

He didn't expect Master Wen to answer so simply, without even thinking about it.

Then Wen Can heard his father's deep voice, his fists clenched tightly: "If it's possible... If killing you can bring back your mother's life, I will definitely strangle you to death without hesitation when you were born !"

"But there are no ifs in this world, and everything that happened will not happen again."

After finishing speaking, he turned around again, staring at Ruan Heng on the mural.It was the second year of their marriage. He found the most powerful painter in Lanxi, and it took him a whole year to draw it. Even so, there was only seven points of Ruan Heng's charm, no matter how much he changed, he would not look like her. .

Following Patriarch Wen's gaze, Wen Can looked at the person on the mural. Although he didn't look like him, his concentrated peach eyes were exactly the same as his, even the slightly curved arc was just right.

Wen Can asked: "Then if there is one, I mean it can bring you back to the time when nothing happened, how would you choose?"

Seemingly puzzled, but seeing Wen Can's eyes full of anticipation and not knowing what kind of dream he had, Master Wen thought for a while, and agreed: "I think I will give up everything about the Wen family, and hand over the burden of carrying the Wen family to the fore. Someone else, and then take Heng'er to live an ordinary life."

"Why?" Wen Can asked, "Why can't both sides be taken care of together? Isn't there something that must be done?"

Patriarch Wen shook his head: "It's not that I can't take care of both, but there is nothing that must be done. Is the position of Patriarch Wen only my responsibility? Is there no one else who can clean up the mess in Chongling Island? No, it's just that I'm a better candidate. But your mother is different, I only have her in my heart, and no one else can replace her, even if it's this mural, it's almost not her."

Yes, there is nothing irreplaceable, just like Yun Zhao was besieged by the immortal sect with the Miexie sword in his hand, and after more than ten years, he was replaced by another person holding the Miexie sword, and he still ended up like this.

What they aimed at was never Yun Zhao or him, but the fear brought to them by Miexie Sword.

No matter who it is, even Patriarch Gu who once stood on their side and took the lead in pointing out the country, as long as they threaten everyone, the final result will be nothing more than that.

But Yunlian is different.

Wen Can was silent for a moment, and did not speak again.