"You actually asked me who I am?"
Si Xueyi smiled.
His smile was full of anger, hiding endless sadness and countless grievances.
By the last three levels, he had already guessed that the man in white guarding the top of the mountain was his father.
The Human Emperor Si Xueqing was number one in the world nine hundred years ago.
But nine hundred years ago, when he was accused of treason and collaborating with the enemy, Si Xueqing, who was clearly the best in the world, did not refute at all and allowed himself to bear the infamy.
On the day of execution, Si Xueqing risked his life and stood in front of him among thousands of people.
Even now, Si Xueyi can't figure out why he would rather bear the infamy than resist?
Nine hundred years later, when he met Si Xueqing again, he asked him who were you?
How ridiculous.
"When I saw the painting, I guessed that you were guarding the top of the mountain, but I didn't expect... you actually asked me who I was?"
Si Xueyi's mouth showed a hint of sarcasm.
When he boarded the ship, he already knew that the person guarding the top of the mountain was Si Xueqing.
That's why he had complicated emotions, staring at the snowflakes in the sky in a daze. No sweet dream could disturb his mood.
Si Xueqing was dressed in white and looked extremely elegant. She was as handsome as the person in the painting, without any flaws.
He stared at the resentful young man in front of him, and then said for a long time: "It seems that he is an old friend of mine since I started painting."
Si Xueyi was slightly startled when he heard the words, his eyes flickered, and he immediately came to his senses: "You put one of your thoughts in the painting, so you only have the memory before entering the painting, and you don't know anything about what happened after entering the painting. Nothing to do with you."
Si Xueqing nodded: "My little friend is quite smart."
The truth is this.
But when Si Xueyi heard this explanation, he sarcastically said: "It has nothing to do with you? Don't you know anything? You are so innocent..."
Si Xueqing frowned slightly, with a look of doubt in his eyes, but just as he was about to say something, Si Xueyi suddenly burst into laughter.
"If you are innocent, there will be no innocent people in the world."
Si Xueyi took action with anger, flipped his hand and took out the treasure spear from the storage bag.
He raised his hand and stabbed him with a Tianshui Spear. The gun's light flashed, and his murderous intent surged into the sky. Si Xueyi's brows were sharp and the sharpness in his eyes was terrifying.
"Good marksmanship."
Si Xueqing's eyes lit up and she praised softly.
Then he casually took two steps sideways, picked up the bamboo flute in his hand, and saw that the sea of clouds in the sky had completely disappeared.
He destroyed the first shot of Tianshui's marksmanship in an understatement. The sea of clouds has no boundaries, strolling in the courtyard, extremely calm.
Si Xueyi frowned slightly. He realized that the other party was just a wisp of soul, and his cultivation level was comparable to his, which was about the True Spirit Realm.
So I decided to beat him up.
But I didn't expect that in a real fight, I would realize how terrifying the opponent's martial arts skills were.
Si Xueyi was dissatisfied, and after one shot failed, he fired another one.
Swish, swish, swish!
Seeing the light blooming and the gun shadows being chaotic, Si Xueyi flicked his wrist. It looked like one shot, but actually he fired two shots.
He merged Tianxin Wenyue and Tianxin Tiaoyue together, and the vast force gathered at Si Xueqing's feet, following Si Xueyi's spear move.
The momentum caused by the marksmanship gathered into a full moon, and it was about to rise at Si Xueqing's feet, completely injuring him.
But Si Xueqing seemed to have expected it. He opened his hands to the left and right, and at the moment when the full moon was still completely condensed, he stepped down with his right foot.
boom!
The force on the ground exploded with a bang, and the brilliance shattered in an instant, like the bright moon being shattered.
Buzz!
The spear in Si Xueyi's hand kept trembling, and he took three steps back, his face looking quite surprised.
"It's so fast. He discovered the flaws in these two shots after I took action. He was not in a hurry to break the move. He only waited for the moment when the situation was about to be completed to take action."
"This is because he is confident that he will be faster than me, and he is sure that I will not change again. He has completely seen through the reality."
Si Xueyi received a lot of backlash, and her thoughts turned around, thinking about the details just now.
"I don't know which master's descendant my little friend is. To be able to practice Tianshui Spear Technique to such a degree at such a young age cannot be taught by a saint personally. It can only be taught by words and deeds since childhood."
Si Xueqing became interested and asked.
Hearing this, Si Xueyi felt resentful in her heart and said angrily: "It has nothing to do with you!"
Tianshui's marksmanship continued to unfold, Si Xueqing saw every move and only defended but did not attack.
One shot and he would break it.
No matter how Si Xueyi changes his moves, Si Xueqing has a way to solve them, and he can do it smoothly and effortlessly.
But he was quite puzzled by the resentment in Si Xueyi's eyes, so he would ask questions from time to time.
"Your Excellency is very resentful towards me. Almost all of my shooting skills are lethal, but there is no obvious murderous intention."
"I shouldn't be your enemy, but I really don't understand where this resentment comes from."
"Am I responsible for you?"
"Or have I offended your ancestors since I started painting? I don't know who you respect..."
"There are no rules at all. They are all flaws. If you continue like this, I'm afraid you will go crazy."
"You can't hurt me, just stop."
He was quite puzzled and very curious about Si Xueyi, so he was extremely merciful in his attacks. In the end, he didn't even try to break the move, but dodge whenever he could.
But he didn't know that every word he said was heart-breaking, and every sentence was like a knife piercing into Si Xueyi's heart.
Si Xueyi was still a bit resentful at first, but in the end his face turned pale, filled with endless sorrow and indignation.
There was no order in his moves, only pure cruelty.
"That's it!"
Si Xueqing lost patience and was afraid that the other party would fall into a daze, so he struck out fiercely and knocked the spear away.
boom!
Si Xueyi's palm was cracked and blood was flowing out. The pain was so painful that his right hand was shaking, and he could no longer draw the sword.
He said in shock: "You hurt me?"
Si Xueqing said: "I just want you to calm down. Even if I really betray you, I am just a wisp of lingering thoughts and a person in a painting. Even if you cut me to pieces, how can you really forgive your hatred?" "
Si Xueyi smiled bitterly: "I don't know, but you have no idea how much hatred I have in my heart."
"If that's the case, I'll just take one punch from you."
Si Xueqing was dressed in white and said calmly on the snow.
Si Xueyi saw that he was so frank, as if he was really saying that she was innocent, and her anger burned again: "You think I don't dare to take action?"
Dragon and tiger fist, dragon roar and tiger roar!
His hatred could not go away, and as he thought together, the five fingers of his right hand were clenched together with blood mixed with them.
First there was the roar of a tiger, roaring in all directions.
There was another dragon roar, shaking the world.
When the wind and clouds gathered together, dragons roared and tigers roared one after another. The moment the punch was blasted, the sand of reincarnation in the body also bloomed.
Si Xueyi didn't hold back any of this punch.
He has ten thousand reasons. Even if the person in front of him is his true form, he will not feel guilty at all if he is killed by a bomb.
But when the fist light really wanted to touch the opponent, his firm eyes showed wavering, struggling, and unspeakable pain.
The astonishingly powerful fist suddenly weakened at the last moment and lost any sharpness.
The dragon didn't roar, the tiger didn't roar, only one flesh fist trembled and spilled blood.
Si Xueqing was completely stunned at this moment.
"Dragon Tiger Fist...that's wrong..."
Dragon and Tiger Fist is widely spread, and not many people know it in the world, but Xue Qing, the Dragon and Tiger Fist master, recognized it at a glance. It was the Dragon and Tiger Fist that he personally completed.
"Who are you! Who taught you this Dragon-Tiger Fist?"
Si Xueqing lost her voice completely and was amazed.
At the last moment, Si Xueyi forcibly closed her fist and punched the snow in front of Si Xueqing.
The thick white snow exploded with a bang. Snowflakes were flying all over the sky. The skin of Si Xueyi's entire right hand cracked and blood flowed down his arm.
Si Xueyi looked up and did not answer the other party's question.
Snowflakes were falling, and on the top of the mountain, the father and son were less than ten meters apart.
There were no words to each other, only the whistling of the wind and snow.
In the end, it was Si Xueqing who broke the silence. He stared at Si Xueyi's injured right hand and said: "The roar of the dragon and the roar of the tiger have already taken hold. If they cannot be released, if they forcefully stop their hand, they will definitely hurt themselves. This punch of yours, There’s no need to stop, I’ll just take it and I won’t hide.”
Wow!
Among the flying snowflakes, Si Xueyi's handsome face looked extremely delicate. He smiled and said, "This injury is nothing compared to the injury in my heart."
Si Xueqing became more and more confused and asked: "So, who taught you this Dragon Tiger Fist? Who are you? Who do you respect?"
Si Xueyi looked at the other party, unable to speak.
Si Xueqing sighed, waved his hand and said, "Since you don't want to tell me, I won't ask you any more questions. Just go away. You have passed this level."
"Passed? What are your rules for this level?"
Si Xueyi was puzzled.
Si Xueqing smiled and said: "I have no rules in this level. I am just waiting for someone. When I saw your Dragon Tiger Fist, I knew that you are the person I want to wait for."
Si Xueyi was speechless for a moment. He looked at the surrounding snow-capped mountains and murmured: "This should still be in the painting."
Si Xueqing said: "Yes, all living beings die. Flowers bloom in dreams, lights on the other side are bright, and I...are also in the painting. After you leave, this painting will no longer be there."
"You're not here either?"
Si Xueyi said sadly, the hatred in his heart was much less.
Si Xueqing smiled and said calmly: "Of course."
Seeing Si Xueyi's confused expression, he looked at his injured right hand, took a few steps forward, and held the other person's wrist.
Si Xueyi struggled a little, but in the end he couldn't use any force.
Uh-huh!
Si Xueqing opened his sleeves and took a breath immediately. He saw hideous wounds exposed on his originally smooth arms.
The skin was torn, blood was flowing, and even the bones were visible in the deeper wounds.
Si Xueqing's eyes showed distress, and he said puzzledly: "Even if your punch hurts me, why do you have to make it so bad? If you are not careful, your hand will be disabled."
Si Xueyi smiled bitterly and said: "Father and son are related, and monarch and minister are righteous. Even if there are thousands of reasons, how can I hurt you."
Si Xueqing's face changed drastically. He looked at Si Xueyi in disbelief, his eyes full of disbelief.
I don’t know which master’s descendant my little friend is. To be able to practice Tianshui Spear Technique to such a level at such a young age cannot be taught by a saint personally, but through words and deeds from a young age.
Who are you?
Who do you respect?
There was a buzzing in his ears, and when he remembered what he had asked, five thunderous thunders struck his head in an instant, and he was even a little unsteady on his heels.
"Now you know why I know Dragon and Tiger Fist, right?"
Si Xueyi looked at each other, and the father and son looked at each other. He continued: "Do you know why my marksmanship is so high? Do you know who my lord is?"
Si Xueqing held Si Xueyi's hand and looked at him blankly, with endless sadness in his eyes, and his expression was extremely desolate and lonely.