Mu Jingyu followed the sound and quietly came to a place not far from the room. Just as he was about to open the door and enter, he saw a light on in the room, lengthening Qin Yunchuan's figure. He could also hear him whispering to himself. language.
Mu Jingyu immediately decided not to disturb Qin Yunchuan, but to break the window with his finger and eavesdrop on what Qin Yunchuan was whispering through a little candlelight.
"Mother... mother... I miss you so much, I really miss you..." Through the window, Qin Yunchuan could be seen stroking the portrait with trembling fingers, a poem obviously written by a woman. The tone was choked and broken, and he was indescribably sad.
Qin Yunchuan became more and more sad as he talked, tears kept falling down his cheeks, and he could hardly control his voice as his chest rose and fell. Fortunately, he still knew that it was late at night and he was still in the inner courtyard of the Qin family. I was afraid that crying too loudly would attract others, so I suppressed my crying and told my mother, who had long since passed away, bit by bit what she had experienced over the years.
"Mom, since you left, the child has experienced life and death several times. He almost couldn't bear it and ended his own life. He went to the underworld to look for you. Fortunately, later on, the child was taken into the home by a doctor and taught him the art of Qihuang. Not only did he have the ability to make a living He gradually became addicted to this method. Under the guidance of his old family, he decided not to give up on himself and decided to become famous all over the world so that he could live up to your upbringing."
Qin Yunchuan felt sad when talking about the years before his mother died. Thinking of the hardships he suffered as a child, he couldn't help but burst into tears again. But when I talked about being taken in by the doctor, I was filled with gratitude.
Speaking of which, although Mu Jingyu has known Qin Yunchuan since he was a child, he also knows a lot about his life experience. But he didn't expect that Qin Yunchuan's childhood experience would be more difficult than his own. He wanted to go in and comfort him, but seeing that Qin Yunchuan hadn't stopped talking yet, he decided to continue listening. Maybe we can learn from his mouth the real history between his mother and biological father.
Qin Yunchuan was so deep in his memories that he didn't realize that Mu Jingyu was eavesdropping outside. After talking about his childhood past, he went on to talk about his experience after worshiping in Jiuhua Mountain.
"Haha, mother, you must not have thought of it. Although the doctor who took me in died of old age within a few years, before he died, he told me to try my luck at the Jiuhua sect, and maybe I could rely on my strong talent. points, and he was taken under their wing."
Speaking of his life in the Jiuhua Sect, Qin Yunchuan finally showed a smile: "As the doctor said, the child successfully joined the Jiuhua Sect. And during the three years in Zunyi Hall, he not only became the most outstanding disciple of the Jiuhua Sect. , and also met Mu Jingyu and Su Yingying, brothers and sisters who were in love with each other. Together with Mu Jingyu, we rescued Shen Mengdie in Huayang City. The three of us are all brothers and sisters of the opposite sex."
Speaking of this, Qin Yunchuan showed a rare hint of shyness and hesitated for a moment before saying: "Moreover... and Zhou Yan also secretly made an agreement to wait for Jiuzhou to settle down, and then they would get married in the presence of the elders of the master's sect. Mother, You won't blame me for making decisions about your life without your permission."
Qin Yunchuan said, gently touching the portrait again, and then said from worry to joy: "Haha, my mother has loved her children since she was a child. I think you will not blame me."
As he spoke, Qin Yunchuan leaned sideways against the poem written by his mother on the portrait, as if he could feel his mother's breath from it.
However, before he could stop for a moment, Qin Yunchuan suddenly pushed the wall and slapped his cheek in disgust. Mu Jingyu couldn't help but wonder for a moment, and immediately figured out that Qin Yunchuan must have come across the poem written by his biological father when he was leaning against the portrait.
Sure enough, after Qin Yunchuan slapped himself a few times, he pointed to another poem and said, "Damn it! Damn it! How could I forget that his handwriting is still on it!"
After scolding several times, Qin Yunchuan still felt annoyed. He stretched out his hand to take pictures of the poem several times, and kept shouting: "It's you! It's you! If you hadn't abandoned me for a promiscuous brothel girl, My mother and I were driven out of the house by the Qin family, why did I, Qin Yunchuan, suffer so much!"
Listening to Qin Yunchuan continuously hitting the portrait and releasing the anger in his heart, Mu Jingyu's heart clenched.
Qin Yunchuan was right. When he was still an infant, his mother had no choice but to take him out of the family home. Later, he suffered countless hardships and passed away within a few years, leaving only a child less than six years old.
If it weren't for him, Qin Yunchuan's life would not have been cut off. He was first adopted by a doctor, who provided for him and taught him the art of Qihuang. Finally, before he died, he pointed out a clear path for him. If he joined the Jiuhua Sect, it was still unclear whether Qin Yunchuan could survive to this day.
What worries Mu Jingyu is that now Qin Yunchuan has discovered that the Qin family is the hometown of his biological father. And Qin Muzhi is probably his grandfather, how can he stay here with peace of mind?
Even if he had to stay in the Qin family temporarily because of the current situation, a big enemy would always be a big enemy. When he takes action, he will definitely seek revenge from Qin Muzhi!
If it were anyone else, Mu Jingyu would definitely be standing next to Qin Yunchuan. Even if they don't help him kill his enemies, they definitely won't stop him.
It's a pity that Qin Muzhi was kind to him. Before the drunkard died, he even accepted Qin Muzhi as his disciple and asked him to teach him his secret knowledge. Speaking of which, the two of them had been under the same alcoholic family for a long time.
On one side is Qin Yunchuan, a brother of the opposite sex who shares the same fraternity with each other, and the other is a fellow senior fellow student. He, Mu Jingyu, doesn't want to give up on any of them, and doesn't want to get hurt on any of them.
But Qin Muzhi is Qin Yunchuan's grandfather! Sooner or later, the two of them will settle old scores. How will he deal with it then?
Before Mu Jingyu could make a decision, Qin Yunchuan had already spoken out for him: "Hey... I wonder if the sky has eyes, or it's fate that plays tricks on people! Qin Muzhi actually comes from the same sect as Master Jingyu!"
Qin Yunchuan clenched his fists tightly, and then slowly released them, obviously it was difficult to make a decision in his heart: "Now, Jingyu has to temporarily avoid the Qin family because of Grandpa Niu and Elder Long, and even I have to stay here. The kid didn't want to do this, but he couldn't bear the pleadings of the others. In the past few days, the kid hid in the room and thought hard for a long time, and felt that staying in the Qin family was not a bad thing..."
Mu Jingyu's eyelids suddenly twitched, and he vaguely guessed Qin Yunchuan's plan. Sure enough, Qin Yunchuan followed up and said: "As long as Senior Taier can prove the life experience of Grandpa Niu and Elder Long, they will definitely leave the Qin Mansion immediately. At that time, I will make excuses to stay for a few more days, because I am afraid that I will not find a chance. Mother, will you take revenge?"
After Qin Yunchuan finished speaking, Mu Jingyu screamed in his heart that Qin Yunchuan was just as he expected, and he couldn't wait to attack Qin Muzhi later.
In a hurry, Mu Jingyu was about to rush in to persuade Qin Yunchuan, but saw that his fierce look just now faded away and was replaced by worry: "But... But if this happens, Jingyu will know whether he will Will you blame me?"
Speaking of this, Qin Yunchuan couldn't help but cover his face with his hands, and it was obvious that heaven and man were at war in his heart. On one side is his mother who loves him the most, and on the other side is his brother who has grown up since childhood. No matter what he does, one of them will be sad.
"Brother Qin...it's hard for you..." Mu Jingyu breathed a sigh of relief, but at the same time he was worried that he couldn't solve the difficult situation.
"Hey...if...if Brother Qin's biological father had not abandoned their mother and son. It would have been nice if Mr. Qin had not driven them out of the house because of his father. In this case, Brother Qin and I You won’t be in a dilemma.”
But now, no matter how many ifs you say, it will be of no use. Just when Mu Jingyu decided to retreat temporarily and go back to think of a way to get the best of both worlds, he suddenly noticed a sparse footsteps coming from the gate of the backyard.
Mu Jingyu listened for a moment and frowned: "Old Master Qin! Why is he here? Could it be that...he also saw that Brother Qin was the grandson he had kicked out of the house! Discovered He was not in the room, so you guessed that he was here and looked for him?"
In just a short moment, Mu Jingyu's mind was filled with thousands of thoughts. Finally, he stamped his feet and thought to himself: "Forget it, I just want to take this opportunity to see how the old Patriarch Qin and Brother Qin will get along! If...if the two finally recognize each other and turn their resentment into love, Naturally, everyone is happy. If Brother Qin wants to harm the old Patriarch Qin, I can stop him in time!"
The reason why Mu Jingyu felt that Qin Yunchuan was able to let go of his hatred was because he had sacrificed himself. He thought that Qin Yunchuan had lost his relatives a long time ago. Now that he knew that Qin Muzhi was his grandfather, he might be inspired by family affection to let go of the years of hatred. resentment.
It's just that Mu Jingyu forgot, how can the hatred that a person has had since he was a child be dispelled? If he could no longer bear the grudge against the Dapeng Golden Eagle for killing the young and old in Mujia Village, and forget that Mo Yunshen died at the hands of Shanyue Xiangshan, he would not be able to do it no matter what.
It's just that Qin Muzhi's footsteps were as close as possible, leaving him no time to think too much. After hastily making up his mind, Mu Jingyu relied on his advanced cultivation level to quickly perform the Zui Xian Moon Watching Step and quietly retreated to an empty room not far away. He leaned against the side of the house near Qin Yunchuan and listened quietly to what was about to happen.
The moonlight was hazy, and occasionally dark clouds covered the sky, illuminating Qin Muzhi's figure flickering in and out. Under the moonlight, Qin Muzhi's expression was both worried and happy.
Worryingly, it was expected that Qin Yunchuan would come here to view the portrait in memory of his biological mother. Qin Muzhi would find this place and meet Qin Yunchuan alone, which they had planned for a long time. As for Qin Yunchuan's reaction, it was naturally within Qin Muzhi's expectation.
Happily, Qin Muzhi only has Qin Yun. With Qin Yunchuan's biological father, Qin Yunchuan is naturally his only descendant. If we can resolve the resentment in his heart after telling him what we really wanted back then, and be able to recognize each other as grandfather and grandson, that would be the best ending.
However, Qin Muzhi knew that this possibility was almost impossible. After all, the resentment in Qin Yunchuan's heart cannot be easily resolved. Moreover, Qin Muzhi is not sure whether he can make him believe the truth and accept it.
To take a step back, even if Qin Yunchuan believed it, Qin Muzhi would not let him get his wish, at least not tonight. Because letting Qin Muzhi fight him was the most important part of the plan.
With complicated emotions, Qin Muzhi's steps were a little heavy. The closer he gets to the room where Qin Yunchuan is, the slower he gets.
But the distance was limited after all. In just a few dozen steps, Qin Muzhi's figure had already arrived in front of the door. He first looked at the room where Mu Jingyu was hiding, and finally mustered up the courage to knock on the door.
Bang bang bang... bang bang bang...
Qin Muzhi knocked several times, but Qin Yunchuan, who was still standing in front of the portrait, ignored him. His fists behind his back were clenched tightly, and his eyes clearly filled with resentment were fixed on the door, as if he was trying to isolate the two people through this layer. The wooden board looked like it was going to kill Qin Muzhi.
After a long time, Qin Muzhi sighed and said, "Yunchuan, I know you are inside, can we... have a chat?"
Qin Yunchuan's fingertips had penetrated deeply into his flesh at some point, and blood dripped from his palm uncontrollably.
After Qin Muzhi said something else, Qin Yunchuan finally suppressed the anger in his heart and said coldly: "Old Patriarch Qin, this junior has lost sleep because he is worried about the situation in the master's sect. When he was wandering around, he accidentally I came to the backyard of your Qin Mansion, Mr. Qin, you won’t be surprised, right?"
Maybe Qin Yunchuan hasn't figured out what to do so as not to embarrass Mu Jingyu. So I decided not to show my feelings for the time being and wait until I think about it later.
"It doesn't matter." Qin Muzhi laughed dryly and said: "Since Qin Shaoxia, you came here accidentally, it means that all this is God's will. It just so happens that this old man has nothing to do like you, so let's talk in this room. Speak. Some things must be made clear after all."
"No!" Qin Yunchuan was shocked when he heard this, and immediately thought that Qin Muzhi had figured out his identity. Just as he was about to stop him from entering, Qin Muzhi had already pushed the door open. He looked at Qin Yunchuan lovingly, then twisted his arms behind his back and closed the door from the inside.
