Chapter 293 is all persistent, what is right or wrong

The hand holding the sword increased its strength, and the sword gradually sank into the body. Every time he went forward, the expression on Fengran's face was also painful. But Qianye's eyes did not have any hatred. Except for his calm death, the only thing left for him was endless guilt.

When the prince Xueji saw this, he hurried forward to stop Qianye. However, as long as he took a step closer, Qianye's sword would pierce Fengran's body a little more. Xueji, the prince who sensed Qianye's move, had to stand aside and shouted coldly, "Qianye, put down your sword. He is your father."

"Father?" As if he heard an extremely funny joke, Qianye couldn't help laughing. He was hysterical, and his smiling body trembled. He looked directly at the pale man on the couch and hated him word by word, "I don't have a father, I don't have a father who kills his wife and children, and no one is there is for himself. A father who abandoned his relatives.

"Thousand Nights!" Prince Xueji came forward again, and Qianye still quietly sent the sword into Fengran's chest again. Prince Xueji was forced to stop and could only look at Fengran worriedly.

The hand holding the sword is so strong that the blue veins are exposed, and the owner of the sword is particularly gloomy because of patience. Qianye smiled and stared at the sweaty man with his painful forehead and whispered, "Does it hurt? Compared with the pain you gave me, this is just the tip of the iceberg, and you... are destined to pay ten times or even a hundred times the price of the debt you once owed.

"Cough..." Hearing this, Feng Ran couldn't help coughing violently. Every time he coughed, it affected the wound. The sharp blade was like stirring in his body. The pain spread to every nerve of his body, and he couldn't tell where the wound was and how to restrain it. Facing the hateful eyes of Qianye, Fengran smiled gently and said weakly, "I know you hate me, so today... I'm here to repay you today. If this sword can make you let go of all your hatred, then... you can stab it fiercely, so that you can open your heart knot and no longer be bound by hatred.

After saying that, Feng Ran closed his eyes indifferently.

He is waiting, waiting for Qianye to go down and kill him, waiting for Qianye to put down the past and wait for him to return to the past.

The sword still only stayed in its original position. Feng Ran opened his eyes doubtfully to see Qianye and saw a pair of red eyes. That's not the anger of being possessed, nor is it the murderous intention to revenge, just red eyes and wet eyelashes.

"Qianye..." Feng Ran called in a low voice, with endless softness and love. For more than a thousand years, Qianye, who had been spoiled in his arms, has now grown up and become the master of the world. He is no longer the child he used to be. But Fengran would rather believe that Qianye is still his Qianye, his beloved Qianye. Just when he wanted to speak again, Qianye's sword suddenly pulled out of his body, and the next moment it was on Fengran's neck.

Qianye still smiled, laughing particularly sarcasticly, and the ruthlessness and indifference in his eyes came into his heart, "Repay? Ha ha... Feng Ran, what do you think is the repayment? Your life? But what can you pay for? For more than a thousand years, I have always imagined the scene of finding you and bringing you back to the demon world. I want you to taste the feeling of being betrayed by your relatives, and I want you to try to lose everything.

He hated it for 1,500 years.

How many times I woke up in nightmares, it was the scene of Da Ashan, and many times I dreamed back at midnight was the memory of the blood refining cave and eating bones. The memory given to him by the wind was like a sharp blade sharpened by the years, which was slowly cut in his life. The longer it takes, the deeper the pain will be.

That year, he was just a few years old, a child enjoying the joy of family. He regarded his father as his greatest support and the most respected faith. But in the end, the dependents turned their backs on themselves and their mothers, and the believers killed their mothers cruelly. Those so-called love turned into an absurd joke, and he became the most ridiculous person in the jokes.

The world only knows that his demon is ruthless, but they don't know that the memory once engraved on that pure ignorant heart is a layer of darkness that can never be washed away.

How can he not hate? He can't wait to kill Feng Ran with his own hands to avenge his mother, and he can't wait to kill him with thousands of knives to vent his hatred.

Looking at the man in front of him, there were countless people in his dream, and the corners of his lips raised a cruel arc. After moving slightly, the prince Xueji immediately became nervous. However, Qianye just slowly approached Fengran, and the corners of his mouth smiled even more: "But don't worry... I won't kill you now, because death is too kind for you."

smiled and continued to say, "I want you to experience my pain once, taste the taste of life and death, and watch what you care most about leaving in front of you one by one, and what do you care about? Your way of heaven? Your big mountain? Or... your Lan Ge?"

The tone is as light as the cold wind on the snow, cold and piercing.

"Qianye...you..." Feng was angry, but he coughed again. The prince Xueji stood aside anxiously and said to Qianye urgently, "Qianye, how can you say such a thing to your father? Do you know..."

"You also hate him, don't you?" Qianye interrupted the prince Xueji coldly, "Since you also hate him, why do you save him?" Why not, let's take him to attack Da'a Mountain together and let him see how Da'a Mountain was destroyed in my hands step by step, making him the eternal sinner of the whole Da'a Mountain..."

"Qianye, do you know what your father has suffered in Da'a Mountain? He is for you..."

"I don't care about his affairs." Qianye looked at the prince Xueji coldly, smiled, and looked at Feng Ran again. He continued to say excitedly, "If my mother sees you like this today, will she regret loving you?"

Speaking of Moji, Fengran was even more anxious. Suddenly, a mouthful of blood gushed out and spit directly on the Minghen sword. Seeing this, Qianye just frowned slightly. Prince Xueji's voice came to his ear again: "Qianye, there was indeed a misunderstanding in those years. Your father didn't know that Feng Yu would treat your mother at all..."

"Xue Ji...en...en enough..." Feng Ran was powerless to stop what the prince Xueji wanted to say. He looked up at Qianye weakly and said with a wry smile, "Whether she regrets or not, I... have no regrets for her... for the rest of my life." At this point, Fengran paused for a moment and supported his weak body and said, "Qianye, I know that no matter what I say, you can't put down the past. I don't ask you to forgive me, I just ask you... Don't go to heaven... Don't be embarrassed... Lan Ge, he is you..."

"What is he to me?" Qianye sneered and said, "He is Qianyue. Is he your son? Is that right?"

Mr. Xueji and Feng Ran were stunned at the same time, only to hear Mr. Xueji say, "Has Cang Lan already told you?"

Qianye's expression was still indifferent and did not answer the prince's words. He just stared at Fengran and said coldly, "But why don't you ask Lan Ge and Da Ashan to let me go?"

After saying that, the Minghen sword flashed, and the Qianye people had turned their backs to the wind, and the Minghen was also being taken back.

"In three hours, I will take you back to Da'ashan. It's not too late for you to beg me to let Lan Ge go. As for these three hours, you can stay here to catch up with the prince, otherwise... there will be no chance in the future. He glanced at the prince Xueji. He didn't say anything, but there was disappointment in his eyes and a faint alienation. Without waiting for what the prince Xueji said, Qianyeren has strode out of the door.

"Thousand Nights!" Prince Xueji opened his mouth again, but Qianye did not mean to stay at all.

Mr. Xueji said again, "What did I ask you for?"

Heavy words will make the original brisk footsteps heavy. Qianye slowly stopped and turned his back to the two people behind him, still without looking back.

"Your father didn't want to say what happened back then, but I had to..."

"Xue Ji..." Feng Ran opened his mouth to stop what the prince Xue Ji wanted to say. The latter only looked at him carefully and then said to Qianye, "If your father hadn't plead for Da Ashan, you would have died in the blood hole. And do you know what price your father paid to save your life?

Thousand nights stood there in silence.

Prince Xueji continued: "I do blame him, but I don't hate him. Because I don't know the truth of the matter. Similarly, do you know the truth of the matter? In order to save you mother and son, your father had no choice but to agree to return to Da'a Mountain. He thought he could seek a glimmer of life for you, but Feng Yu would force you mother and son to go to a dead end.

The wind beside him closed his eyes sadly, allowing the wound to spread all over his body, and he was unwilling to deal with it at all.

"Qianyue's incident was an accident. For this accident, your father has blamed himself for 1,500 years. Because he was afraid of losing it again, he begged Da Ashan to save your life. For you who are practicing the blood cave, he will never use immortality at the cost of breaking his own meridians and blocking the pipa bones. He just hopes that you can really wash away the magic from the blood hole and be reborn. Prince Xueji's resentment and eyes were particularly sad. Looking back at the wind that was like a candle in the wind, he couldn't help smiling bitterly and said, "But none of us knows all this, and we have never thought about tracing the truth of the matter. In this way, he has suffered so much pain alone for so many years.

Looking back at Qianye, the prince Xueji frowned and asked, "You support life with hatred, so what about your father? What is the purpose of a life that is better than death?

Prince Xueji himself did not understand why Feng Ran cared about his family so much that he could survive after finally learned that Qianye was also beaten into the path of reincarnation. What is the reason that supports him to survive in despair and pain?

Just for Qianye, those so-called truths are like a distant story. It's not whether the story is true or false, but whether he chooses to believe it or not.

The person who has been silent still continues his silence. Let the Buddha think, or choose whether to believe or not.

When a person falls into a low point, he will think he is the most unfortunate person in the world. But I don't know that some people have experienced hundreds of thousands of times more hardships than themselves.

A violent cough suddenly came from the empty library, and the wind that consumed too much physical strength had become unstoppable. Prince Xueji hurried forward to help Fengran up and wanted to treat it with true qi, but Fengran waved his hand to stop it. Prince Xueji was worried and said, "Fengran, your body can't be delayed any longer..."

"I'm fine..." Feng Ran shook his head, looked at Qianye's straight back, and said with great difficulty: "Qianye, what happened in the past... I was wrong, and this mistake could not be made up for. But...but I don't want the same thing to happen again. You... Don't go to heaven and don't be the enemy of Lan Ge, okay?"

"You don't understand at all." After all, the silent man opened his mouth. Qianye turned his back to the two people behind him and said coldly, "If you want me not to be the enemy of Lan Ge, do you dare to let all the people of Da Ashan repay the blood debts of the demon world?"

"Thousand Nights..."

"You dare not, because in your eyes, Da Ashan is what you regard as life. Can you kill my mother for Da Ashan? Do you still care about your son? Looking back slightly, Qianye looked directly at Feng Ran coldly, "What you experienced is what you should repay, and I... just want to get back what others owe me, okay?"

After saying that, Qianye didn't want to stay any longer. He turned around and strode out of the library. Prince Xueji looked at the back, and his heart was even more bitter. For more than a thousand years, if the determination had been made to stop Qianye's revenge earlier, and if the truth had been made clear earlier, it might not have been as it is today.

With a deep sigh, the prince Xueji said helplessly, "You can ignore any of our feelings, so what about Canglan?"

Hearing the name, the foot that was about to step out of the door suddenly stopped. Only the prince Xueji said, "When I went to Da'ashan to save your father this time, Cang Lan also rushed there. Although I don't know why she went to Da'ashan, I guess... Her purpose should be the same as mine, save Feng Ran, solve the misunderstandings of that year, and make you no longer fall into the hatred of the past.

"Where is she now?" Qianye can't listen to so much. He only cares about Canglan's current place.

"In order to protect us from leaving, she dealt with Feng Yulange and others alone..." Prince Xueji looked at Qianye guiltily because he could not bring Canglan back.

"What?" When Qianye heard the words, his face changed in an instant. The previous hatred seemed to become anxious invisibly, and there was a frightening coldness between the turning of the phoenix's eyes.

He is angry, how can he not be angry? The agreement of the previous day is still in my ears, even if the original promise is really perfunctory, why don't you wait until a few days later?

But he is more worried about the safety of Canglan. Qianye knows how many skills Canglan has already been mastered. According to her cultivation, she can't deal with Lan Ge Fengyu and others at all. Is there still a chance to leave her alone in Da'a Mountain?

Unable to hesitate, Qianye immediately stepped out of the library, ordered the waiters outside the pavilion to guard the two people in the pavilion, and immediately summoned the generals of the demon world, and flew to the demon hall.

Looking at Qianye's rapidly leaving figure, the prince Xueji sighed helplessly. He had always seen Qianye's affection for Canglan, even though most of Qianye was hiding it. Emotions are originally wanted to exist. The more restrained they are, the more obvious and profound they are.

The wind was injured, and the prince Xueji did not dare to delay. He withdrew his eyes and said to Feng Ran, "You can rest here first, and I will bring the witch to treat your injury." While talking, Feng Ran was gently flat on the bed.

"My body doesn't matter. You'd better go to Da'ashan to find Miss Canglan first... She can't deal with Feng Yu and others alone at the same time." Feng said a fact sadly.

The prince Xueji frowned. He knew the answer to the situation of Canglan, but in the face of such a weak wind, he could not leave it. After placing the wind properly, he said in a low voice:

"She is the owner of the palace who hates the sky after all, not to mention that Lan Ge is also an old friend of her. I don't think she will hurt her life for the time being. But your body can't be consumed any longer. When I find the witch, let her stay and take care of you, and I will go to heaven to ask for someone.

Feng Ran looked at the prince Xueji in silence. At this time, he was indeed weak and even difficult to speak. Looking at the firm look of the prince Xueji, he had to try to nod his head to show his promise.

The prince Xueji smiled reluctantly, "Then I'll leave first." After saying that, the man has gone out of the library.

Feng Ran looked at the figure silently, and all kinds of tastes surged into his heart. Only then, the scene of reunion with Qianye echoed in his mind. He kept hitting his head like a heavy hammer. Feng Ran tried to see somewhere clearly, but his eyes became heavier and heavier until he finally lost consciousness.

Nine heavens, ethereal and illusory.

The clouds are as if they were painted.

In the mirable clouds and smoke, there is a Tiangong Temple that exudes light, which renders the nine heavens particularly sacred like the light of Buddha. The dream-like fairy mountain Qiongge is suspended everywhere in the nine days, each of which is the residence of a fairy family, or a beautiful place used to enjoy in the heavenly world, which is beautiful everywhere. Occasionally, the crane flew over the sky, and then there was a clear sound, and then flew away.

Between the mountains, closest to the Tiangong, there is a huge platform suspended in mid-air. There is only a three-foot-wide marble step leading to the platform. After every nine steps, nine steps are flat. After eighty-step steps, you will reach the edge of the platform.

The platform has four corners, which are located in the east, west, north and south. In each corner, there are giant mythical beast statues, which are the four elephants of Qinglong, white tiger, rosefinch and Xuanwu, which look the same as the four elephants in the Taixu Pavilion in Xuanyue Valley. The statue is huge and stands like standing upright. Although it is stationed in all directions, its eyes are staring straight at an item suspended in the middle of the platform.

The size of the ancient mirror is no different from that of the general bronze mirror, but the mirror is uneven, and the edge of the mirror is some carved patterns. This pattern is not consistent, but there are four patterns. Although it seems old, you can still see these four patterns, which are the patterns of the four elephants.

And all this is shrouded in a transparent streamer, sealing the whole platform like a transparent boundary. Except for several gods at the end of the steps, there is no one else.

At that time, at the other end, a white figure came slowly, one step, two steps, like duckweed in the wind, but his steps were as heavy as a bondage. The slender figure looks particularly thin on the wide marble steps. Although the wind blows slowly, it still makes the hair confused. Ayasang danced lightly and fell on the ground in mourning.

Behind him was an old man, with white beard and crane hair, a group of fairy and Taoist bones, who was the white old immortal. The two figures slowly walked away, and the cold steps glowed with cold light. Even if the holy spirit of the nine heavens lingered, it still could not warm some cold things.

The fairy in white standing in the depths of the clouds looked at the staggering figure from afar. His eyes were as faint as a deep pool, obviously cold, but with some reluctant pain. Seeing that the man was about to approach the edge of the platform, he couldn't bear to give up, but he was abandoned at the moment when he turned around.

He has his persistence, you have your choice, and I have my position.

are all stubborn, what's right or wrong?