Yue Luozhi couldn't connect Tang Jin, who just killed with a smile, with the gentle and jade-like young man in her impression.

She retched a few times, trying to shake off the disgusting picture in her mind.

The complete subversion of the image worshiped since childhood is unacceptable for a while.

Yue Luozhi looked around in a daze.

She originally wanted to sneak away to comfort Tang Jin, but now she dared not see Tang Jin at all, and she didn't know what to do for a while.

Yue Luozhi was walking aimlessly in the back garden, and when he was absent-minded, he passed the corner of the rockery and bumped into a figure hurrying towards him.

"Oops."

The visitor exclaimed.

He walked in a hurry, and the flower pot in his hand was almost knocked out, so he hugged it tightly, and he was relieved when he saw that the flower pot was safe.

"It's okay, it's okay, it's almost a waste of effort."

Yue Luozhi looked at the handsome face in front of him and felt a little familiar, but he couldn't remember who it was.

It was the man who saw Yue Luozhi and smiled in surprise: "Miss Yue, where are you going in such a hurry this time?"

Yue Luozhi sized him up and down and frowned, "Who are you?"

The man saluted politely with the flowerpot in his arms, and said in a gentle voice.

"I, Shen Yizhi, is a disciple of Yujimen."

In the silent and dim ancestral hall on the other side, rows of candles flickered like dancing.

Tang Wu stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the plaques on the high table with vague eyes.

The voices and looks of Yu Qingwen and his wife are still in front of him, but the Kesi people are gone, but he can't even protect their only blood.

There are so many rumors in the world these days, even saying that Yu Qian is the saint of the Demon Cult.

Thinking about it carefully, after coming to Yujimen, Yuqian indeed has a different personality from Brother Yu Zeng Jin's letter.

She is keen on practicing martial arts and has amazing perseverance. She is clever, long-sleeved and good at dancing.

Although Tang Wu had doubts at the beginning, Yuqian's appearance was 70% similar to that of Yu Qingwen and his wife, especially the pair of pear dimples, which were carved out of brother Yu's almost the same mold, it was by no means easy to get.

Tang Wu pondered for a long time but couldn't understand.

Could it really be a trick of the people in the Demon Cult?

He speculated that the reason why the Demon Cult wiped out the Yu family was to find an opportunity for spies to infiltrate the Yujimen to steal information in the name of Jin'er's fiancée, and then use beauties to seduce Tang Jin and destroy his future in Yujimen.

The more Tang Wu thought about it, the more he felt that he touched the truth.

Thinking of Tang Jin's pale appearance covered in blood lying on the bed, and the purse still clinging tightly in his hand, a glint of darkness flashed across his eyes.

With Jin'er's martial arts and vigilance, apart from those close to him, who else could seriously injure him and destroy his veins.

No matter if Yuqian is a devil's saint or not, she can no longer stay by Jin'er's side.

His son is trying to straighten out the right way, how can a person who is at the helm of the martial arts world be controlled by a woman and even die.

"Squeal—"

The door opened slowly, followed by soft footsteps behind him.

Tang Wu restrained his expression, turned around and looked at the person who came.

Tang Jin was dressed in a blue robe, tall and tall, her lips were as red as blood on her pale face, and her black eyes were as deep as a pool.

Tang Wu said with gentle concern.

"Jin'er, how is your health?"

Tang Jin stepped forward, unhurriedly picked up a stick of incense, lit it, and put it on the incense table, with a soft voice.

"It's all right."

Tang Wu nodded. Although the medicated bath for more than ten days was extremely painful, it was beyond human reach, but it could repair Tang Jin's tendons to the greatest extent.

Tang Wu couldn't help showing pride in his eyes. As expected of his son, with such a tenacious heart, he must be able to take on the heavy responsibility of Yujimen.

But thinking of the major factions that had arrived in the small town at the foot of Yuji Mountain at this time, Tang Wu frowned and asked again.

"Jin'er, why did you summon all the sects without authorization?"

This is also the reason why Tang Wu summoned Tang Jin to come here.

Tang Jin arbitrarily called all the sects returning from Qunyinghui to gather at the foot of Yuji Mountain in the name of Wulin League, but he didn't say the reason, and never discussed with him.

Tang Wu was very surprised when he heard about this. Tang Jin, who has always abided by the rules of ethics, should not be able to do things like this.

But now that the major factions have come, there will be no jokes, he can't just find an excuse to send them back.

Moreover, Tang Jin was in such a hurry to summon all the sects, it was not impossible for Tang Wu to guess what he was thinking.

He asked in a deep voice: "Are you doing it for Yuqian?"

Tang Jin replied indifferently: "It was my father's plan to attack the Demon Cult after Qunyinghui, but he forgot about it."

"Having said that, how can you rest assured as a father that you have not recovered from your serious injuries. Moreover, it is now the coldest winter, and the Mountain of Addictive Demons is covered with snow, making it even more difficult to attack. Even if you want to eradicate the Demon Cult, you will have to wait At the beginning of spring in the coming year, what is the prestige of Yujimen if you are so nonsense."

Tang Jin disagreed: "Since my father likes the prestige of Yujimen, then he must do what he says and just attack the mountain."

A trace of shock flashed across Tang Wu's eyes: "The lives of all factions in the martial arts are at stake, how can you be so childish?"

Tang Jin didn't answer, he looked down at Xi Xiang in front of the case.

A little ashes accumulated on the incense, covering a little orange-red flame below it, curling smoke curled up, and the incense gas quietly penetrated into the nose.

He stretched out his slender fingers and flicked it, watched the ashes fall on the incense table, and said slowly.

"It seems that Father is unwilling to attack the Demon Cult."

Tang Wuyi said sternly: "This matter is very important, and it concerns the safety of the entire Wulin. As a father, you must not act rashly."

Hearing these high-sounding words, Tang Jin laughed lightly.

"Father is for Wulin, for Yujimen, or for his own reputation."

Tang Wu frowned: "Jin'er, what do you mean?"

Tang Jin looked up at the solemn plaques that looked like tombstones behind flickering candles.

"Father is just afraid that the battle against demons will consume troops. If the Jade Machine Sect is defeated, the power will fall to the side, and your position as the leader will come to an end. Why bother to pretend?"

Tang Wu was annoyed when he heard this, but after pondering for a moment, he asked.

"Jin'er, did the demon girl say something to you? The demon sect has ulterior motives, trying to separate you and my father and son and disturb the peace of the martial arts world. Don't be fooled by the demon girl."

"Witch?"

Tang Jin sneered, raised her eyes and looked at him with a sarcasm, "After a few rumors, my father suspected Yuqian and abandoned her as an outcast."

Tang Wu frowned, but still said: "There is absolutely no reason for everything. Thinking about the past for my father, Qianer's words and deeds are indeed different. Being a father is just..."

"I don't care if Yu Qian is Yu Qingwen's daughter."

Before he could finish speaking, Tang Jin interrupted him with a sarcastically indifferent voice.

"Father doesn't care if she is of Yu Qingwen's blood, as long as she can bear the name of benevolence and righteousness. Now he thinks that she has provoked criticism and disrupted the plan, so he wants to just take the name of the devil's sect spy, so as to give the world a good reputation." An explanation from someone can also get rid of a drag."

Seeing him puncture his own thoughts one after another, Tang Wu looked embarrassed and annoyed, and his voice was heavy with warning.

"Jin'er, as a father, I know that you are happy with Yuqian, but people in the Devil's Cult can be punished. If she is really the saint of the Devil's Cult, then you must not have anything to do with her, otherwise your future will be ruined by Yujimen's reputation." It's all ruined."

Unexpectedly, Tang Jin shook his head and chuckled lightly when he heard this, and sighed as if mocking his hypocritical face.

"Why didn't the father and mother have an affair when they had no matchmaker, and why didn't they think about the reputation of Yujimen, or when the father abandoned the mother?"

Seeing him mentioning his biological mother Tang Wu Ruo was completely annoyed by being touched, and roared: "How can you be so disrespectful!"

Tang Jin acted as if she hadn't heard of it, and her tone became lighter when she saw his angry appearance.

"Oh, by the way, I forgot that my father is a person with a heart for the world. In order to succeed to the head, Kuang Fu Wulin Zhengdao had to leave the woman who had just given birth to a young son, and let her be captured by the demon sect. Show off."

"Jin'er, who are you listening to these nonsense!"

The scar that Tang Wu had been hiding in his heart was now mercilessly uncovered by Tang Jin with his extremely joking words. There was a flash of panic and embarrassment on his face, and he wanted to step forward to stop him from uttering nonsense.

However, Tang Wu suddenly became dizzy, his whole body became limp and weak, and his limbs gradually became numb and unconscious.

He was shocked, it was Mixiang!

Tang Wu immediately wanted to exercise his skills to get rid of the drug in his body, but he heard a slow voice.

"This incense is specially made for you, father. Father, don't get angry and use your kung fu. That will only make the medicine work faster, and what to do when the blood flows back."

"you!"

Tang Wu looked at the indifferent Tang Jin in disbelief, stumbling and leaning on the table to support his body, but his head became more dizzy, and the plaque in front of him had doubled under the dancing candlelight.

In the end, he couldn't hold on anymore and fell limp to the ground.

A pair of white boots appeared in front of his eyes. Clusters of silver embroidered flowers bloomed on the corners of the blue robe. They were graceful and luxurious yet elegant. They complemented Tang Jin's handsome face, but they couldn't hide the strong eyes in his eyes. Dark and eerie.

Tang Wu looked up with difficulty, but saw a mocking smile on the corner of Tang Jin's mouth.

He stood with his hands behind his back and bent slightly, as if looking at a prey that had already been caught in a trap but didn't know it.

"Father thinks I've said something wrong? Is it because my mother is not a member of the Demon Cult? Or is it because my father didn't want to give up his position of power and deliberately abandoned her? Or my father's cultivation of me these years is not because of my unique body, but because of my unique body. The so-called love of father and son?"

Tang Wu opened his mouth to speak, but his tongue was numb and unable to move.

At this time, he seemed to be out of his body, conscious but his body was as limp as mud and unable to move.

Tang Jin went to the desk and reached out to snuff out the smoky incense candle. Under the light of the dimly flickering candle, the pupils under the slender and thick eyelashes were dim.

Tang Wu watched helplessly as a dagger fell into Tang Jin's palm from Tang Jin's wide sleeve.

He widened his eyes and didn't know what Tang Jin was going to do.

Tang Jin turned around and saw the panic and shock in his eyes, she lifted up her robe and squatted down with a smile.

"Father, don't be afraid, I won't kill you for now."

The cold dagger was attached to Tang Wu's face, and accompanied by Tang Jin's indifferent voice, it slowly slid down his cheek.

"It's just that my father is afraid that he has played the role of an affectionate and unforgettable character for many years. He has worn the mask for so long that even he himself has forgotten what he looks like under the mask."

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I'm going to change the update time to 9pm.Otherwise, I can’t send it on time when I’m busy at get off work. There will be a time code qaq after the nine o’clock update.