The place Lu Xiaoxiao brought Xie Tian to was a residence.
The residence wasn't big, and the walls surrounding it were no more than five feet tall. They were made from rammed earth, and occasionally, a few mischievous grass sticks could be seen sticking out from the walls. They swayed with the wind, as though they were nodding at the guests.
Xie Tian recalled for a moment, and realized that walls made from grass and mud were rarely seen even in Yangshuo City.
"On the other hand, there are many in the West River Bandits' stronghold …"
So, just from the walls alone, this was an extremely ordinary place.
However, after pushing open the door, a gust of wind blew against his face, causing the little tyrant of Hongmeng to tremble.
Perhaps it wasn't just the wind …
Including the creaking sound of the wooden door being pushed open, it was like a hook that drew out all of his past memories, causing his eyes to gradually moisten.
Xie Tian strode in, and the scene within the courtyard appeared before him.
It was still ordinary and plain.
There were no chickens or dogs.
There were no farming tools.
In the rather flat courtyard, there was only a single wooden rack for various weapons.
The wooden rack looked a little old, yet it didn't seem old at all. It was as though the owner of the house had frequently cleaned it, making this item that should have been old, constantly working hard to give it a new look, as though it was waiting for something to return.
Xie Tian, who walked next to the wooden rack, subconsciously reached out his right hand.
As his palm lightly rubbed against the wooden rack, an unknown force burst forth, bringing along tears that rushed out of little tyrant's eyes.
The tears were golden, yet pure. Who knew how many of little tyrant's happy memories as a child were contained within them.
When Xie Tian's gaze swept past a wooden doll piled up in the corner of the courtyard, little tyrant, who was silently weeping, finally let out a sorrowful cry.
The process of Xie Tian walking towards the wooden doll was also the process of him sizing up the wooden doll.
This was a wooden doll that was not even two feet tall.
Who knew how many years had passed, and it was now being treated as an abandoned object and piled up in a corner …
From Xie Tian's point of view, this was a puppet that had been meticulously sculpted.
"This, this was my only, only plaything when I was young … Wah … It's, sixth uncle, he hid it for me … Wah …"
Little tyrant cried until his snot flowed freely.
Xie Tian silently browsed through the memory fragments that were deeply hidden by the little tyrant.
In the clip, there was always more than one shadow holding a whip behind him.
Even if little tyrant's body was abnormally small back then, the moment he cultivated incorrectly, the whip would mercilessly fall on him, causing him to grimace in pain.
The entire scene seemed to be filled with endless cultivation …
The only exception was the two hours when little tyrant went to Le Feng's courtyard to receive guidance.
Those two hours were the happiest hours of little tyrant's life.
Because in these two hours, he didn't need to receive a vast amount of cultivation teachings, nor did he need to receive the extremely abnormal teaching of literary battles. He also didn't need to break through one limit after another …
There was only joy concealed by Le Feng's spell.
There was only Le Feng's suppressed laughter.
Only the dolls that Le Feng had painstakingly crafted could be seen.
There was only Le Feng's doting and loving gaze.
Although he only found out after he grew up that his sixth uncle, who had warmed his heart, was just a cunning display of the elders' discipline, he had, after all, been happy and laughed here …
None of this was fake.
Thus, little tyrant, who had seen his past, finally broke down and cried loudly in Le Feng's courtyard.
At this moment …
"Come in."
The voice came from the thicker room in the courtyard, and it sounded a little dull.
The one who spoke was the second ancestor of the Lu Family, Lu Song.
This man was of the same generation as Le Feng, yet he looked like Le Feng's father.
When Xie Tian and Lu Song passed by each other, he had already understood that the one who had worked the most in the Lu Family was this second ancestor. At the same time, he was also little tyrant's second uncle.
And right now, the embodiment of his work was that ever since Lu Xiaoxiao muttered those words to herself, he had been observing the young master of the Lu Family.
In the eyes of others, the Lu Clan had fought against the six Great Emperors for several years in a battle to kill the Great Emperors. Although they had lost a Sixth Ancestor in the end, they had succeeded in killing the Great Emperor they were supposed to kill. This was a major success.
But to the four ancestors of the Lu Family, this success did not make them feel relieved. In fact, they could not even let go of what they were doing and immerse themselves in the sorrow of their brother's death.
Because the success of the battle to kill an emperor was too strange.
They wanted to know more than anyone else …
Xie Tian, who had been abducted by Hao Nu …
Why did he appear there at that time?
Why did he block Emperor Miao's attack?
And these two were only the most superficial things.
On a deeper level, it was how they were going to keep this young master of the Lu Family, so that the Lu Family, which was already in a precarious situation, would not truly fall apart.
Yes, precarious situation. This was how Lu Song truly felt right now. And whether the Lu Family would fall apart in this precarious situation, all depended on Lu Feiyang.
Unfortunately …
He saw Lu Feiyang push open the door and enter …
He saw Lu Feiyang caressing the wooden frame …
He saw Lu Feiyang bending over and sizing up the six people who were only good at fighting, pulling their hair in distress to polish the dolls …
But he did not see the slightest change in Lu Feiyang's expression.
He even had an illusion —
"Why did Feiyang return to the Lu Family …"
When Xie Tian walked into the inner room …
The young man, who had driven the six emperors behind the scenes through various means and methods to fight head-on against the Lu Family in the battle to kill an emperor, finally pushed open the heavy door of the hall.
The door whimpered, like the weeping of a malicious spirit.
His eyes were unfocused. The wind that had blown outside for half the night was brought into the hall, but because it was extremely cold, it became silent and gloomy.
As the gloomy wind entered the hall, the void, the Immortal Qi, the magnificent pillars, the mirror-like floor … everything turned to dust under the wind.
The young man walked on this doomsday-like path, feeling as if he was living in the endless darkness of the end of the world.
"How could it be like this …"
He walked to the treasured chair that he usually sat on, but he did not sit down.
It was all because of his pride that he could maintain his calm expression at this moment and not be disturbed by the raging waves in his heart.
But his pride was smashed into a mess in a situation where he had the upper hand.
What he could not believe and accept was that the one who defeated him was not Lu Ya, who made him angry out of humiliation and disregarded the big picture, and who resolutely invited the two emperors …
Instead, it was Brother Feiyang, who was thrown into the Time Slope by Hao Nu and was destined to die.
To be precise, this Brother Feiyang was not Lu Feiyang, who made him taste his only defeat in the ancient times, but … Xie Tian, who was nothing.
After standing in front of the treasured chair for a long time, the young man suddenly laughed.
"I can't figure it out …"
"But at least I can understand that you did not enter the Time Slope …"
"Emperor Miao … Emperor Miao? No … "
"It's her …"
…
As he murmured, the young man slowly turned around and sat down.
What he was facing was the destroyed hall, but his eyes skipped over the scene of the end of the world and looked far, far away.
"So the one who really defeated me was you, Sister Hao Nu, who seemed crazy but actually had a more profound plan than me …"
Smart people were always jumping to think.
As they jumped, they would step over the truth and go to the fabrication.
For example, the young man who put the word "culprit" on Hao Nu's head …
For example, Hao Nu, who attributed Xie Tian's leaving the Time Slope to the Evil Emperor.
"It must be him! Who else could it be? "
Hao Nu raised her eyebrows proudly and said to Dark Blade proudly, "Tell me, and I will marry him!"
Dark Blade did not want to pay attention to this stupid answer at all, and continued to think hard about why Xie Tian could leave the Time Slope.
Evil Moon murmured to himself …
"What if it was Xie Tian himself … Hiss!"
"Cultivation techniques can be passed down, could it be that women can be passed down as well …"
"Well, it should be impossible, impossible …"
(End of this chapter)
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