Wei Rui opened his eyes and was surprised to find that he was sitting on a carved wooden chair with a cup of hot tea in front of him. The steam was rising, and his father Wei Xian's carved face was looming in the mist.
Seeing Wei Xian's face, Wei Rui subconsciously shook his calves, and with a sudden move, he knelt on one knee on the ground to say hello to Wei Xian.
In Wei Rui's impression, the father and son had not seen each other for several years, and now he was on an equal footing with his father. This was something that was absolutely impossible.
The fear deep in his heart towards his father Wei Xian cannot be eliminated in a day. Since he was a child, he had relied on the fact that he was from a hairpin family and had a distinguished status. He could do everything in the capital like fighting cocks and going to flower houses, and his reputation was very bad.
Wei Xiangui is the prime minister, and despite the ups and downs in the court, he is not easily happy. But every time he faced Wei Rui at home, he was almost so angry that he vomited blood. He hit Wei Rui with a stick as big as his fist and broke countless sticks. The relationship between father and son once dropped to a freezing point.
In the year when Wei Rui had his hair cut off, Wei Xian was finally completely disappointed with his son and decided to send him to the military camp for training. The frontier was suffering, not to mention that Wei Xian specially told the soldiers to take good care of him.
If it weren't for Wei Rui's stubborn fate, he dared to believe that he would never survive in that kind of purgatory. He had never felt the warmth of his father's love, and the hatred for his father in his heart was growing day by day.
But it is undeniable that after wandering outside for several years, he witnessed with his own eyes how people lived without adequate clothing, food, and warmth, and then he realized how extravagant the life he had lived before was.
He fought bravely, cultivated military achievements, relied on his own strength, climbed up step by step, and became a young general who could be named. Whenever the moon was full during the Mid-Autumn Festival, he would inexplicably think about whether Wei Xian, who was thousands of miles away, would look up at him. Comparing day and night, his son was no longer the same as before.
But Wei Xian never sent him a word-for-word letter home. Gradually, Wei Rui's heart gradually cooled down, and father and son became strangers to each other from then on.
So Wei Rui really didn't expect that there would be a scene like today. He knelt on one knee, lowered his eyes, and looked back on the past in ecstasy.
"What are you doing, kid? Get up." Wei Xian smiled kindly, stood up and helped Wei Rui up personally, his words contained a tone of intimacy that Wei Rui had never imagined.
"I, I-" Wei Rui opened his mouth, wanting to ask why he came here.
Wei Xian put his arms around his shoulders and said, "You kid, you are stupid. You have been back for more than half a month and you are still not used to the environment at home! Go wash your hands and get ready for dinner, so that your mother won't be anxious."
mother? In Wei Rui's memory, when he was far away on the battlefield, he heard the news that his mother was seriously ill with cold. He rushed eight hundred miles and traveled for dozens of days, only to learn that she had died of illness midway.
Wei Rui was so angry that he immediately fainted and fell to the ground. When he woke up, his heart spasmed with pain. He used yellow sand as a sacrifice and erected three soul incense sticks. He kowtowed to his mother several times in the direction of home, until his forehead bled. .
This has become an obsession in Wei Rui's heart, and he was unable to see his mother for the last time. When he heard the word "mother", he didn't care whether the news was true or false, strode forward, stood up and opened the curtain.
I saw a woman sitting in front of the dinner table, and the servant was placing chopsticks. The chopsticks accidentally touched the glass bowl and made a crisp sound. The young woman was not annoyed.
Her pale willow eyebrows curved into the appearance and melody of distant mountains. Hearing the footsteps, she raised her head and looked at Wei Rui, a smile rippling in her eyes, making her whole face look so gentle and pleasant.
It was his mother. Wei Rui's footsteps were nailed to the spot and he stopped moving forward. Qi Rongming's eyes widened and he scolded, "Why are you two so difficult to call? Come and have dinner." Listening carefully, there was no blame in the words, and a warm current ran through Wei Rui's body.
"Mother—" Wei Rui called in a low voice, tears welling up in his eyes. Before Qi Rong could agree, he stepped forward and hugged her. The seven-foot-tall man just cried until he burst into tears.
Qi Rong usually loves to be clean, but he disliked it now, but did not push his son away immediately, patted his back gently and said, "Mom is here. From now on, when you are at home, Mom will prepare meals for you every day."
Wei Xian coughed lightly and said, "How rude is this? A man doesn't shed tears easily. Come sit down and eat." After that, he pulled Qi Rong to his side.
Qi Rong gave him a funny look. On the surface, this person looked stable, but in reality, he even made his own son angry.
A few people sat down at the table, and Wei Xian, Qirong and his wife kept putting meat into Wei Rui's bowl. Wei Rui hadn't tasted the familiar taste at home for a long time, and he was already devouring it.
The Wei family is in a happy and harmonious state. Wei Rui's prodigal son has turned around, and his family is harmonious. At this moment, his heart seems to have nothing to ask for.
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In Qingzong on Maoshan Mountain, the early morning fog was hazy, and the flowers and trees in the courtyard were in full bloom. Shen Yue was sitting in a horse stance, looking ahead, concentrating on cultivating his body and calming his energy.
Suddenly, the flower tree swayed and pink flowers rained down, covering Shen Yue's eyes. He looked stunned and wanted to ask who it was.
Junior sister Shen Man was wearing a goose-yellow gauze skirt that reached the floor, pink embroidered shoes, a jade hairpin in her hair, and a glazed walking stick on her head, which swayed slightly with her movements.
She is the daughter of the head of the family, she is favored by countless people, and her temperament is also cute and cute. After spending many years together, she has unknowingly left a shadow in Shen Yue's heart. Seeing that it was her, it turned out that she had just used magic to shake the flower tree, deliberately teasing him.
Shen Yue couldn't help but curved the corners of his mouth and smiled. "Brother, senior brother, let's go play!" Shen Yue put the freshly cut flower to his nose, took a deep breath, and an intoxicated expression appeared on his face. Her eyes were crystal clear, as bright as stars. I don't know what she thought of, she smiled excitedly, and her eyes were bent like crescent moons.
"Where to go?" Shen Yue's face was full of doting, and he responded with all his heart. He put his sword behind him and walked forward behind the jumping girl.
When he woke up today, he felt as if he had had a long dream, in which he experienced chaotic and bloody scenes such as zombie wars. It was not until he opened his eyes and saw the familiar Shangqing Sect that he felt that he had finally found where he belonged. I am also secretly happy that I can see the little junior sister I have longed for.
Shen Man asked Shen Yue to go to the top of the back mountain. The birds were chirping and the air was fresh. It was an excellent viewing platform. Both of them were speechless, but a faint warm atmosphere surged between them.
The sun gradually rose, shining brightly, and golden color climbed onto Shen Yue's crescent moon robe.
"Senior brother, I have something to say to you." Shen Man spoke cheerfully, full of expectation.
Shen Yue seemed to feel something, "Manman, I-"
Shen Man came closer, her eyelashes fluttering, and she put a jade finger against Shen Yue's lips, "Brother, let me tell you first, I love you."
Shen Yue's pupils suddenly dilated, and in the deep red and black pupils was Shen Man's beautiful figure, "I-"
He came from a low background and had no father or mother since he was a child. The head of the family traveled and discovered that he had extraordinary talents, so he took him under his family and raised him. He was completely different from Shen Man.
Shen Yue's eyes were clear, and he put his big hand on Shen Man's hand, wanting to put it down, but declined. He would rather keep this feeling in his heart for the rest of his life.
The two of them had been together for many years and knew each other well. Shen Man seemed to have guessed that he was going to refuse, her eyes were red, "Shen Yue, I know your intentions too. Please don't refuse me."
Why can't lovers be together? Witnessed by the golden light of the sea of clouds and watching her cry, Shen Yue just wanted to get this beautiful woman at this time and abandoned all worries.
He opened his mouth to say something, but Shen Man suddenly blocked his lips. The soft and sweet touch was what he had wanted in his dreams many times.
A voice came from deep in his heart, "Shen Yue, Shen Yue, wake up quickly, come back soon." Shen Yue felt annoyed, hugged Shen Man tightly, slid his throat, and kissed her in the world.
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The bliss of immortality, once one falls into such an illusion, will arouse the deepest desire deep in the heart and make people indulge in it. In the illusion, ten years is one day in reality, and unknowingly, the victim will turn into a withered skeleton in the illusion. Skeleton, in reality, the body is directly annihilated and the soul is shattered.
Ding Lingguang's green lotus fairy energy protected his body, and he was not affected by the illusion after falling into the room. Fan Zhen's mental strength was stable, and his mortal body did not practice any spells, nor was he affected by this illusion.
Both of them made a loud noise when they fell, especially Fan Zhen, who was tall and strong, and the floor made a loud "bang" sound.
"Ahem—" Ding Lingguang was choked by the stirred up dust and coughed. He quickly cast a spell and transformed a water ball around him to purify himself. Lotus sprouted at every step, and the floor everywhere was shiny.
The entire inn has a wooden falcon-jointed structure. Ding Lingguang approached the wall, curled his fingers slightly, and clasped it three times to make a crisp "dong dong dong" sound.
The sound was transmitted to the other party, and Fan Zhen strained his ears to hear it, so he knocked back three times and then said loudly, "Hey, who's on the other side?"
Hearing that the voice was Fan Zhen, Ding Lingguang put down his guard and heard the fairy voice pass over, "It's me, Fan Qianwei." A wisp of green fairy energy flew out from his fingertips and headed in the direction of Fan Zhen.
It was Ding Lingguang. Fan Zhen followed this breath and went to meet Ding Lingguang.
"Giggle--there's one missing here, brother." A silver-bell-like laughter sounded, reverberating in Fan Zhen's ears like a magic sound.
Being in the darkness, Fan Zhen could not figure out the details of the other party at all. He only felt a gust of fragrant wind blowing by, and there seemed to be several figures surrounding him.
"Ah-" Suddenly a shrill scream sounded, it was Ding Lingguang's voice!
Ding Lingguang faced the wall, concentrating, but did not detect the aura of anyone else. Under the current situation, it seems that only she and Fan Zhen were not greatly affected, and the others should have fallen into a deeper illusion again.
This inscrutable illusion technique, combined with the indulgence and freedom, even debauchery, reminds people of a familiar sect on the road - the Bliss Sect. His teaching methods are good at confusing people's hearts, and many beautiful women have worked for him, and they have fallen into the beauty trap. Countless heroes have capsized in the gutter, and they have become famous because of this. Rumor has it that his leader, Li Mubai, continued his life by sucking the essence, blood and souls of his kind, and his face did not look aged at all for 500 years. Li Mubai has an unstable nature and has no human emotions at all. There are countless similar Blood Blades. Even though he is very powerful, all the major sects keep away from him.
