Chapter 117 Between Father and Son

"It seems that I have made a lot of internal efforts this time," a man in black came out from behind the tree in front of Yuwen Lingxi, with a warm face.

"Bun Guan." Yuwen Lingxi's tight body also relaxed, and his voice was still not warm but not consistent alienated. "He is finally willing to let you out."

"Of course there is a reason for the owner to do this. Let's go. The owner is already waiting for you." The man in black explained lightly, and the smile on his face was full of relief. I haven't seen you for a few years, and the young master is really much more mature.

Yuwen Lingxi looked at his smile and felt sour, but he demonstrated it well and raised the corners of his mouth and said, "Let's go."

Although this smile was very faint, it was a smile of his own heart. The middle-aged man, known as Guan Bo, was slightly stunned and followed Yuwen Lingxi to the mountain.

With the deepening step by step, the smile at the corners of Yuwen Lingxi's mouth gradually disappeared. This place is full of depression for him, and there is a dead atmosphere everywhere. If he can choose, he prefers to wander around rather than stay in this place where he is called the Lord of the Temple and the Dark.

Along the way, Yuwen Lingxi briefly learned about the recent events in the Lower Rasha Hall and the screening of the third batch of killers from Guan Bo, so he did not say anything.

Although the Rasha Temple is a killer organization, its location is well known to everyone. The forest that Yuwen Lingxi just passed through is also called a ghost forest by outsiders because of the Rasha Hall, and the gloomy and unpopular building in front of him is the famous Rasha Hall. The whole Rasha Hall is particularly empty, and only a few people in black are busy back and forth.

In front of these people, Yuwen Lingxi put on the bronze fang mask, which symbolized his identity, early. Where he passed, the only few people in black stopped and bowed their heads. After he left, they were still busy without a word of communication.

It was Yuwen Lingxi and Guan Bo who stopped in front of an inconspicuous courtyard in the backyard through the Rasha Hall.

"The owner is waiting inside. Let the young master go in." After saying that, Uncle Guan stood by the door.

Yuwen Lingxi raised his hand and hesitated for a moment before knocking on the wooden door in front of him. He pushed the door in without waiting for the echo inside.

In this small courtyard, all the people in the Rasha Hall know that only the Yin Feng, the master of the previous hall, and the darkness of the main hall, can step in. Even if others reach into a finger, they will definitely be smashed to pieces.

Compared with the gloomy feeling of the Rasha Hall, the small courtyard is full of vitality and peace. There are two or three particularly neat thatched huts. On the ground in front of the house, there is a winding bluestone road extending to the door of the small courtyard. On the left is a small pond, with a few water lilies, and on the right is a thick grape rack. A bunch of full grapes hung on it. The two people were playing against each other on the stone table of the grape rack, but one of them was lifeless and looked closer. It turned out to be a woman's stone sculpture with a graceful figure. The only shortcoming was that the beautiful goose egg face did not have facial features.

A man in white sat opposite the stone statue. His elegant black hair was meticulously attached to the top of his head with a wooden hairpin, but the black man did not fall.

When Yuwen Lingxi went into the small courtyard to cover the upper courtyard and remove the bronze mask, he looked up. The man was about 40 years old. His eyes under a pair of sword eyebrows were clear, and his body was wrapped in a layer of scroll, which did not affect his instrument. He looked at it, which was similar to Yuwen Lingxi.

This person is Yu Wenmo, who is not only the contemporary owner of the Yuwen family and the 136th owner of the Rasha Hall. He only took a look and moved his other hand under the stone table. The woman's stone statue opposite changed its position with the stone stool on the right hand.

Yuwen Lingxi's meeting sat down opposite the stone bench, holding the white character in his hand, and looked at the chess game on the stone table. The white and black on the chess surface have fought to a dead knot. Now there are two ways to choose from the white character in his hand. The first abandoned son admits defeat, and the second one is dead and then lives.

Yuwen Lingxi looked up at his father opposite and chose the second one without hesitation. The voice of the white word on the stone table was clear and pleasant.

Yu Wenmo began to re-examine the obedient son at the moment he fell, "This is your choice." The voice is strong and majestic.

"This is my choice." Yuwen Lingxi's voice was still hoarse but firm, and her eyes met Yuwen's eyes firmly, and she did not flinch at all.

"Why?" Yu Wenmo put down the black man in his hand, picked up the besieged white man one by one, and asked, "If you want to marry her, I will let you marry her. No matter what you do now, your ultimate goal will be achieved. Why don't you obey?"

Yuwen Lingxi showed a self-deprecating smile without hiding: "I pay more attention to the process. What I want is her heart, not just her people. I don't want to be able to remember a stone in the end."

Yu Wenmo was picking up Bai Zi's hand and suddenly tightened, and a strong murderous spirit surged in Qingming's eyes, but Yuwen Lingxi did not have a trace of fear. The self-deprecating smile was replaced by a strong sarcasm: "In this small world you dominate, you don't even dare to carve her face. Although you are my father, I have to admit it. You are a coward."

Yuwen Lingxi's words and words touched Yuwen's pain without mercy. If it was not Yuwen Lingxi who said this, the man would have died long ago.

Yu Wenmo's right hand gradually loosened, and a powder drifted away with the wind. It could be seen how much Yuwen Lingxi's words made him angry, but at this moment, he regained his elegance and continued to pick up the chess piece abandoned by Yuwen Lingxi. "What qualifications do you have? I rely on your medical skills to seal her memory, which is more suitable than you. It's the word coward."

Yuwen Lingxi's hand on one side clenched tightly, and his nails fell into the palm of his hand fiercely. He roared like a beast and said, "Do you let me watch her rot and die? Or do you want to watch her wake up and find a shortcoming? You tell me that this is not what you want. Isn't this all in your calculation!"

Yuwen Lingxi's eyes turned red, and she swallowed up his reason crazily little by little, forgetting that the person in front of her was her father at all. "And you won't watch Yueer's whole body rot and die. Even if I don't, you still have a backhand, don't you?"

Yu Wenmo didn't seem to feel his anger and said quietly, "Yes, if you don't want to, I will give you medicine. If you don't, he will complete the task for you. Of course, after the fact, that person is still you."

Yu Wenmo's tone seemed to be understated as if he was talking about what he had for lunch, but it completely angered Yuwen Lingxi. He smashed the stone table in a chapter, pointed to the statue next to him and roared, "How can you? Yueer is her daughter."

"But she is also someone else's daughter!" Yu Wenmo's voice was also a little higher, "I won't forget this."

Instead, Yuwen Lingxi calmed down and sat on the stone bench, looking at Yu Wenmo, who lost his temper, "You are finally willing to admit who this stone statue is. After pretending for so many years, you are finally tired. You are so urgent to let me marry Yueer, just because Yueer looks like her, right? After Yueer enters the door, you can see him every day, so that you can paralyze yourself. She is still by your side, right? Under the calm appearance, the heart is stormy. He can't allow Yueer to be fingered by others, even if this person is his father.

Yu Wenmo put away his gaffe just now and warned in a gloomy tone, "Is this the way a son talks to his father? I'm not as bad as you think!"

"I hope so," Yuwen Lingxi got up and really didn't want to discuss it with him. He was afraid that he would go crazy. "Don't interfere in Yueer's affairs in the future. I'll take care of it myself. And the person who came back alive from the woods, please take care of it. I don't mind doing it myself.

After saying that, he opened the courtyard door and went out. He nodded to Uncle Guan's concerned eyes and left without looking back. A girl was still waiting for him.

After his figure disappeared from the courtyard, Yu Wenmo's eyes became deeper and deeper. He turned his head and looked at the stone statue next to him. There was a little tenderness in his eyes. He raised his hand and stroked the stone statue and said to himself, "Do you think I indulge him too much to let him forget his identity. He still thought you were her. Obviously, you are not. I changed it. I'll be with you again."