Tang Yuan looked at Wang Heng's infatuated look, with a strange look in his eyes. Could it be that if Fang Nichang doesn't know about this, you have to be generous and forgive this person for your family far away in Jiuyou? "The culprit"?
"These "protagonists" are really not to my liking. I'd better just be a chess piece." Tang Yuan secretly judged Wang Heng in his heart.
Let's talk about Fang Nishang. After listening to Wang Heng's music, her past memories resurfaced in her mind, and she was already in a bit of panic.
Now that I heard this fatal question, I felt even more sad.
However, after all, Fang Nishang is no longer the little girl she used to be. After so many years of training and fighting, she has become calm enough.
Her face naturally showed a bit of surprise and a bit of disbelief, and she said tremblingly: "Xiao Heng, you are still alive!"
The look of joy didn't look fake at all, and Wang Heng's expression suddenly became complicated.
He was silent for a moment, and then said in a dark tone: "Yes, I am still alive, but many people are dead!"
Fang Nishang's movements froze, biting her lip and said: "Xiao Heng, I'm sorry, I really don't know about the decision they made without permission, and the clan has already severely punished them afterwards."
"Punishment?" Wang Heng also regained some sense at this time, and said with a smile: "Isn't the punishment Nishang mentioned just punishing them with a few years of salary, and then forgetting about it?"
He stared at the perfect face that he thought about day and night, and said word by word: "But Xiaoyou, father, mother, and many others, they will never come back!"
Fang Nishang was a little dumb for a moment. Although she was not the one to make the decision about what happened back then, she was still aware of it.
At that time, Wang Heng was indeed the only flaw and loophole in her journey to the world.
The girl's friendship with Wang Heng started out as a pure friendship between young people.
But after discovering Wang Heng's amazing talent, Fang Nichang had other thoughts.
From beginning to end, the girl has never been in vain!
Now hearing Wang Heng's question, Fang Nishang's mind was racing, and she sighed and said: "Xiao Heng, I know this is because the Fang family is sorry for you. The person who killed his uncle and aunt with his own hands has been killed by me. Killed, those foolish elders who made the decision, including my father, were severely punished, and even my father's cultivation was abolished."
"If you want, I can take you to see your uncle and aunt." Fang Nishang's brows furrowed slightly, with a look of compassion that made people feel pity just looking at them.
"Father, mother?" Wang Heng was stunned.
Fang Nishang nodded and said softly: "I will bury them in Huaxiang Ridge."
"Hua Xiangling..." Wang Heng murmured to himself, and tears streaked across his face involuntarily.
That was his and Fang Nishang's secret base. The entire hilltop was once filled with the laughter, music and flute sounds of the two little guys.
Seeing that Wang Heng was about to fall into Fang Nishang's tea ceremony without any resistance, Tang Yuan finally couldn't stand this bad show anymore.
He turned his thoughts of freedom and clung to Wang Heng invisibly, and even Ji Feng and Luo You beside him didn't notice any clues.
Under the invisible influence of this demon, Wang Heng broke away from the beautiful memories of Fang Nishang and Luo Zhi.
His parents died tragically, his young sister died, and the place where he grew up was burned down came back to his mind.
He looked at the only winter plum on Fang Nishang's plain skirt, and seemed to see the blood splattered on him. The blood that could not be wiped away after decades, even became more vivid.
The blood that spurted out from his parents and little sister dyed him red!
Wang Heng's eyes were slightly red, and he said calmly and expressionlessly: "Nishang, whether you know it or not, this matter will not be settled so easily!"
"Not only me, Xiaoyou, and my parents, but also the three major aristocratic families who have had a total of 1,017 cases of blood in their hands over the years!"
"One thousand and seventeen Miaoyin Pavilion disciples who died tragically!"
As soon as these words came out, the world suddenly became quiet for a moment, and only the whimpering sound of the wind could be heard.
Yan Cai was stunned for a moment, then stood up suddenly and said with an angry look on his face: "What did you say?!"
Wang Heng turned his head, looked at Yan Cai, and said word by word: "Sir, your eyes are only on those inner sect true disciples who have outstanding talents but were assassinated by the three families. At most, you will only focus on the new disciples of the outer sect. Remove a wisp. But I have never noticed those disciples who are not very talented and have been practicing for decades but are still mediocre."
"They either became traders, or became medicine farmers, or worked as housekeepers, luthiers, and dancers."
"Although he is not so dazzling, he is undoubtedly a disciple of Miaoyin!"
"They just want to rely on their hard work so that their children can enter the path of success in Miaoyin Pavilion, even if they have to work hard for this, they will still do it!"
"But they, who are so hardworking and harmless to humans and animals, will be persecuted because of a little collision, a quarrel, or even resource profits that are not worth mentioning to the noble sons of the three major families."
"He died quietly, no one cared about him, and he was not even regarded as a disciple of Miaoyin Pavilion."
Wang Heng paused, "Just like my parents!"
Facing Yan Cai's unintentional aura, he still gritted his teeth and spoke out calmly.
Yan Cai knew that Wang Heng had investigated the evil deeds done by the three major families in recent years.
She even knew what they were... The female cultivator who was not inferior to Fang Nishang ten years ago lost her life for no apparent reason during a certain mission!
A certain master and disciple were optimistic about the seed, but the next day he was picked up by the disciples of the famous family, who bullied the younger ones and ruined the heart of the piano.
But she really didn't expect those people Wang Heng said, those miserable people, those people she didn't care about, or even paid attention to.
Those defective products that although they are still disciples of Miaoyin in name, have been forgotten and eliminated.
It is precisely because the master and disciples do not care that the three major families are so unscrupulous and do not regard them as fellow disciples, but as slaves who can bully or even kill them at will!
If this was done in secret, no one would care at all. Even Yan Cai would feel a little angry at most.
But at this moment, when it was said in front of almost all the Xuanmen in the East China Sea, the meaning it represented was completely different!
You must know that the most important thing for an Immortal Sect that focuses on inheritance is not the suppression of Lingbao, the Immortal Sect Formation, or some peerless genius.
These are the prosperous disciples who, although not related by blood, are connected by inheritance!
Even Fang Yu and Master Yang Shen from the other two families were a little panicked. Of course they had done this kind of harm to their fellow sect members. After all, in the eyes of the three major families, the entire Miaoyin Pavilion belonged to them.
And the disciples among them are naturally no different from their slaves.
But if they were allowed to kill their fellow disciples openly and openly, they would not dare even if they had the courage!
Because this is against the rules of Taoism!
That member of the Ye family is walking around the world... Ye Tong's face darkened and he said in a cold voice: "Where did this crazy young man come from, talking nonsense here."
With a wave of his sleeves, a mysterious light flashed through, completely destroying Wang Heng.
Yan Cai's eyes became anxious and she hurriedly tried to block him. Unexpectedly, Ye Tong actually used all his strength against a junior Yanfa!
In the rush, I couldn't resist.
Wang Heng faced the pressure of Lord Yang Shen, and felt that his soul and thoughts were stagnant, just like an ant facing the sun, unable to think anymore!
At this critical moment, a cold voice came.
"It's so tragic for fellow sects to kill each other, but Jun cannot bear to see such a scene!"
