Douluo: Peerless Blood Angel

Chapter 223 When home is no longer home! 【6K】

"Xuanzi, did my parents really die at the hands of the evil soul master?"

When the dead silence and buzzing slowly flowed into the room, drowning Xuanzi until he could no longer endure the suffocation, and when he mustered up the courage to take out the chicken legs to break the dead silence, Yan Shaozhe finally spoke.

The first time he spoke in a day and night, his voice was hoarse but calm.

He didn't roar out such subconscious declarations that he didn't want to believe like "They're all lying to me", and he didn't calmly accept the subsequent inquiry of "What do you think of me in the future?" Instead, he asked about an irrelevant matter.

No wry smiles, no hysterics.

Xuanzi's pupils reflected a face that was as calm as death.

He raised his hand, but stopped in the mid-air of the coffee table; he opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

I simulated words of comfort countless times in my heart, and prepared for a long time to laugh and pat each other's shoulders as usual, but under this weird question, I became the other side beyond the bounds.

There seemed to be a sadly thick barrier between them.

"Thinking about it carefully, it has been nearly a hundred years, and their appearances are blurred in my mind." Yan Shaozhe obviously didn't care whether Xuanzi answered, "Did they really die at the hands of evil soul masters?" ?”

Xuanzi could only retract his hand that was hanging in the air, staring blankly at the blackened grease stains on his palm and fingertips.

A super Douluo may not care about his image or personal hygiene, but he will never make himself sick when eating. He pays great attention to hand hygiene on weekdays.

But now he didn't care, and he sat there all day and night.

He couldn't return to Yan Shaozhe's problem.

He is not a disciple of Mu En, but a nephew, and he and Yan Shaozhe are also considered brothers. The two have worked together for nearly a hundred years, but he also can't remember the appearance of his parents, let alone Yan Shaozhe. Parents;

In Shrek, he is usually responsible for things that are not easy to see. Some of these things don't need excuses and can be suppressed directly with the power of Shrek and Super Douluo, but some of them need an explanation.

The statement is generally in the name of the evil soul master.

Without him, it would be so useful that the evil soul master would not stand up to refute anything.

Death and the hands of the evil soul master, the conspiracy of the evil soul master, an accidental encounter with the evil soul master...

Who can be sure that the evil soul master wasn't an excuse before he took over Shrek's dark side?
Grease is really dark.

So he really can't answer.

"I vaguely remember that before I awakened my martial soul, I seemed to ask my parents, what kind of martial soul is my family? What kind of martial soul might I be? I was also curious about which generation my powerful martial soul and soul master talent originated from. Human, does Yan Xing have a powerful ancestor?"

Yan Shaozhe ignited a flame in his hand, the flame of the phoenix that was exactly the same as his Wuhun Mingfeng.

"I even wonder if the blood of the Ma family is flowing in my body, so I take Xiaotao, whose parents can no longer advance due to the defect of martial soul, as a disciple, treat her as a daughter, and have been trying to solve her defect of martial soul."

Everything that is ancient and powerful has its origin. There will never be power without a reason in this land. Any strong man whose bloodline can be traced back to the source may be a strong man who was once famous in the mainland, or has been passed down for thousands of years. A thousand-year-old family.

There are too few true first-generation soul masters in this era, and the probability is too small - a first-generation soul master like Lang Bao'er is inherently a low-probability event.

The merchant's daughter is at the bottom of the chain of contempt among soul masters, but what about other groups?Please ask a city lord to help awaken the martial soul and help hunt the soul. Is it just money that can solve it?
Who can be sure that after spending a lifetime of saving, he will definitely be able to get the desired result?

How many parents can make such a big gamble in this land that feeds on suffering to live a stable and comfortable life and believe that their daughter will have a bright future?

The Huo brothers and sisters?The Holy Spirit Cult has always been known for its weird methods, God knows what's going on.

"It's embarrassing and hard to put into words, but it's also Phoenix, how can I not let me think about it." Yan Shaozhe's face was still dead silent.

He might once have been a low-probability event, but it was only a possibility.

"Now there is a senior who is so powerful that he stands at the pinnacle of the mainland, but I dare not recognize him." He looked down at the bloodstain again.

It turns out that he also belongs to the Holy Spirit Sect.

How many generations would it take for a person who came from the Holy Spirit Sect to wash away the original sin?
he does not know.

He once sighed in his heart about the silver-haired boy who was born in the Holy Spirit Cult and was brought to Shrek by Muen.

But he didn't know the answer either.

"Go and ask Mr. Mu." When desolate silence descended on the small room again, Xuanzi's voice finally penetrated the barrier and reached Yan Shaozhe's ear.

The same hoarseness and calmness, so calm that Xuanzi himself couldn't believe it.

Yan Shaozhe had already got up, like a weightless ghost, he floated out of the room.

"Will you go back to Shrek again?" Suddenly, the mysterious Xuanzi asked such a sentence.

Yan Shaozhe, who had already reached the door, stopped, with a long-lost smile on his face.

"Yes, after all, that is the home where I grew up."

……

Mu En was still lying on his rickety old rocking chair. Unfortunately, there was no sunset here, and there were no teenagers, so he picked up a stack of papers that were less than one centimeter thick but could cover his entire abdomen, and looked at them. .

According to the hotel staff, this is called a newspaper, and the guests in each room are updated every seven days.

An instant information carrier, printed by the Sun and Moon Royal, the main audience is the army, businessmen who travel north and south, and soul masters.

Moon quite liked this kind of reading material.

That stinky boy who hasn't bragged to him for a long time once said that the old man should lean on the recliner, with a fat old cat on his lap or a big yellow dog at his feet, and a teacup that can be picked up at any time, It is best to use a teacup whose tea stains are so thick that the water smells like tea, and then hold a stack of newspapers in the sunset while bragging about the past to the children while reading the newspapers.

Perfect for senior living.

The cat and the dog Muen couldn't help it, no matter how bright his martial soul was, he was still a dragon, and the small animals would not stay with him for long; the teacup with thick tea stains couldn't help it, because he didn't prepare for it in the early years; but he finally saw the newspaper.

It's a pity that the sun has set and the child is getting old.

The first page of the newspaper vividly described the Soul Fighting Competition more than ten days ago, and the scraps were about the scandalous behavior of some Douluo Three Kingdoms contestants and spectators in Ming Dou City.

Scroll further down, and there is a recruitment notice for a certain legion: literacy is required, 15 to 30 years old, with some fighting experience and manual experience; there are also some boys from a certain family in a certain area who have a good soul master talent. The child was given a certain title by the royal family...

"This thing called a newspaper is really good." Muen put down the newspaper, "It would be great if Shrek could also publish such a 'Shrek Special Report' in the future."

Yan Shaozhe, who had just entered the room, opened his mouth, and his stomach was full of questions like "Did my parents die at the hands of the evil soul master?" "Is the limit of the evil soul master the original Ye Xishui?" , but it turned into: "Master, Shrek probably won't be able to run a newspaper."

"Oh, tell me the reason?" Mu En was not surprised by Yan Shaozhe's arrival, but asked with interest.

"Although the students haven't paid much attention to this matter these days, it can be seen that the newspaper is obviously something that is read by the general public. Its main purpose is to clarify the administrative plan of the Sun and Moon Dynasty Hall and the mainland. Various essays and interesting things.

"And if we do it, first of all, we don't have the national newspaper system of the Sun and Moon Empire, so delivery is a problem. It can only be popular in Shrek City at most; secondly, the Douluo Three Kingdoms does not have as high a literacy rate as the Sun and Moon, and the audience is not as good as it is." In the end, although the other three countries have always respected Shrek, this kind of thing that may affect power..."

Yan Shaozhe even subconsciously explained the reason as before.

"So it can only be later."

——I don’t know if there is a future.

With a sigh in his heart, Mu En shifted his gaze to Yan Shaozhe who had walked to his side and bent slightly.

"Still thinking about what happened last night?" Mu En's voice was as old as ever, with an indescribable kindness.

Yan Shaozhe stopped talking and nodded subconsciously. He seemed to have really forgotten what to do and what to say.

"Old man, I used to brag to you about my high-spirited youth. You can probably guess who the old woman was last night." Moon picked up the newspaper again and started talking absentmindedly.

He didn't seem to care about what happened last night, he just thought it was a trivial matter.

"Yes, I roughly guessed it." Yan Shaozhe seemed to be nodding his head, but his voice was no longer dead silent, but had a tinge of humility instead.

"Have you ever been curious, old man, I have told you about Long Xiaoyao's martial spirit, my martial spirit, and even some minor characters I met during my travels have mentioned it, but I haven't mentioned Ye Xishui's martial spirit? "He really boasted to many people about his early experiences, more than a thousand tribulations.

Of course, it is the same as what was told to Qianjie, with some distortion.

It's just that this bit of distortion doesn't matter, he doesn't care, and neither do the other two protagonists.After all, no matter how distorted and heavy, the comparison with the present is as beautiful as a long song written by a bard through the harp in his hand.

"We discussed it privately and also asked the old man from back then. Of course, it was not for the martial arts, but just to have a more detailed understanding of the master's legendary experience back then." Yan Shaozhe continued to respond angrily.

But there was no answer, the result of the discussion was that it should be an evil spirit, and the result of the inquiry was also a powerful evil spirit.

"I don't know how the martial soul she used last night came from, old man. The martial soul she used all the time was called Bright Phoenix. Your Mingfeng martial soul means Bright Phoenix. Two words are missing. In order to avoid some old people of the same generation What do you think of through the name of Wuhun.

"After all, the combination of the three of us was quite famous back then. Not everyone may have seen the image of Wuhun, but many people must have heard of the name."

"I thought you would give me a different answer, master." Yan Shaozhe's face was filled with the sadness that should have been there for a long time. Not only did Mu En's words confirm that what Ye Xishui said was true, there was also a sentence I don’t know if I should feel emotional: Those old people of the same generation knew about the Bright Phoenix, but as time went by, they turned into powerful evil spirits.

It turns out that time will really erase all truths, and evil soul masters can only be evil soul masters.

"If I say you are not, will you take it seriously? Will others take it as the crazy words of an evil soul master?" Mu En asked, "Whether you admit it or not, the truth is there, and others don't." Don't care if it's the truth."

Yan Shaozhe didn't speak, but looked at the blood on his hand again, the real evidence often couldn't speak.

As for the others...

Let the good family fall, and make the filthy women clean.

In fact, it can be used not only to talk about a man, but also to talk about humanity.

——When the bad guy did an inconspicuous good deed, they cheered; when a trace of filth appeared in the shadow of the good guy, they still cheered.

What's more, soul masters are not actually good people in the traditional sense.

"I have always told you that the ending is that the three people drifted apart due to a combination of circumstances. Now that you are almost growing up, it's time to tell you the real ending: As a newlywed husband, I sat back and watched and couldn't bear to speak. Something happened, pushing a close friend into a pit of fire; the newlywed wife achieved her own purpose, being with her beloved and completing her mission.

"The only person whose life has been truly changed and who has entered the darkness is just the fool who has dark attributes but a bright heart and comes with blessings. He has devoted his whole life in one night.

"He is so honest and such a gentleman."

Mu En's wrinkled face also showed a trace of disappointment, "A year later, when Ye Xishui sent me a letter to go to a certain village to raise a child, I took it. After all, we were considered a conspiracy."

"So in your eyes, I haven't grown up yet?" Yan Shaozhe didn't care about the ending, after all, it was already a fact. Instead, he focused on an irrelevant point.

"Qianjie once said something to the old man that the old man thinks is very reasonable - whether a person grows up is not determined by age and cultivation, but by whether he has the awareness to take responsibility." Mu En put down the newspaper and stood up.

"I don't understand." Yan Shaozhe thought for a while, and finally shook his head.

He has always had the awareness to take responsibility, and he is not even afraid of death.

"Do you really know what you are going to do?" Mu En stretched out his hand, wanting to pat Yan Shaozhe on the shoulder, but because his waist was too bent, he had to retract it.

Yan Shaozhe bent down so that Mu En could be more convenient. He knew that Mu En wanted to pat him on the shoulder, but his face was blank.

"Quit Shrek immediately?" he asked.

Moon didn't pat his shoulder and just sat back.

"I'm going to announce my withdrawal from Shrek right now, to preserve the reputation of Shrek and you, and then I will kill all those who are against Shrek." Yan Shaozhe seemed to have confirmed something, and the more he said, the brighter his eyes became.

"No need." Moon didn't pick up the newspaper this time. He closed his eyes and rocked back and forth on the recliner. "Your first target is that kid, right? There's really no need. He hasn't quit Shrek yet and is still our student. , there is no reason for a teacher to kill a student."

Yan Shaozhe was at a loss again.

"As for reputation, old man, I have never had any reputation. I know how many people have secretly scolded you as a hypocrite old man, and I don't need you to protect it.

"Go back."

"Master, but next..." A look of panic climbed onto Yan Shaozhe's face. Now that he's going back, what should he do with the various plans that were made at the beginning of the Soul Fighting Competition, such as the Noumenon Sect?
"Don't talk about any plans, it would be nice to be able to escape unscathed." Mu En's face was full of indifference, "With your current state, how can you help the old man?

"The old man can probably guess that if there is an enemy now, what you want is to rush up and blow yourself up to gain full reputation, right?
"Are you holding me back or helping me?"

Yan Shaozhe opened his mouth, but was speechless.

"I'm dying at a young age, do you want to see the child who is brought up by one hand die first? Don't torment the old man." Mu En continued, not caring what Yan Shaozhe thought, "Xuanzi and the others are also together. Go back, keeping it is just holding the old man back."

"Can……"

"Goodbye, you can't run away if you can't beat me? Also, except for the kid's four-person team, Wang Dong'er, Ning Tian, ​​and Song Zi, the students will take the rest back with them.

"No one will dare to do anything to these seven people."

Countless words of rebuttal seemed to be pouring out, but when they reached Yan Shaozhe's lips, they just turned into one sentence: "Yes."

Mu En didn't say anything anymore, and continued to rock the recliner as if falling asleep.

"Master, who is my grandfather?" Yan Shaozhe finally remembered what to ask when he saw the wobbly figure who looked like his imaginary father.

He has parents, although he can't remember their faces, so Ye Xishui is definitely not his mother or something. According to his age, it should be grandma.

"Long Xiaoyao." The old voice confirmed his guess.

"Although Long Xiaoyao didn't know that he had a son, there was a grandson like you."

Yan Shaozhe nodded, suppressed the remaining questions and the unreasonable disappointment, and walked towards the door.

"Do you really know what you want to do?" The old voice asked this repeated question again.

"Disciple knows." Yan Shaozhe turned around and lowered his head slightly, "We should go back and settle Shrek first, so as to face the upcoming turmoil, instead of disregarding the overall situation for the sake of our own reputation."

"No, you don't know." The old voice denied his answer.

"It's time for you to find a chance to meet your grandfather." Then he gave the answer, "And the home you thought might not be your home."

Dazedness climbed onto Yan Shaozhe's face again.

"You should have a son of your own and a family of your own. This is true growth."

……

"Have you ever thought that when your home is no longer your home, have you heard the screams of the children? Have you felt that the city is falling apart? Have you noticed that those who succeeded in the conspiracy are grinning..."

boom!
Xiao Hongchen finally couldn't stand this younger sister who was walking back and forth in the hall, reciting unknown lines in an ariad tone, and a book was drawn on her forehead, "Have you played enough yet?!"

Meng Hongchen took the book as if nothing had happened, and looked at Xiao Hongchen seriously, "I have always felt that this description is very consistent with reality."

"Then there's no need for you to howl from yesterday to now!" Xiao Hongchen raised a vein on his forehead, "I stayed in the studio for more than ten days, and you howled like this as soon as I came out. Isn't your throat dry?!"

One thing to say, it is indeed quite in line with reality, in line with all the realities on this land, but after the exciting words are repeated dozens or hundreds of times, they will only feel annoying.

"Oh, don't do it." The serious expression on Meng Hongchen's delicate face was replaced by a smile in the blink of an eye, and he took out a candy from his pocket and threw it into his mouth, "Laugh, do you want some? Throat lozenges .”

At the same time, he took out one and handed it to Xiao Hongchen.

"Where did you come from?" Xiao Hongchen took the candy suspiciously.

The habit of bringing candy with him reminded him of someone who was very successful in Shrek and also gained a great reputation in the Soul Fighting Competition, but Meng Hongchen didn't have this habit.

In other words, it is her habit to have someone bring candy by her side.

Xiao Hongchen put the candy under the light and looked up, and, throat lozenges?

I haven't heard the name of this kind of sugar in Sun Moon Territory, so it should be a new variety created by someone.

"I went to the hotel more than ten days ago, and when I came out, I found a bag of candy in my pocket." Meng Hongchen stuck out his tongue, and there was a green candy lying on the red tip of his tongue.

"Has anyone noticed?" Xiao Hongchen wasn't surprised at all, it would be a ghost if he didn't sneak away to meet him.

"Ann, I asked Grandpa to help cover up my breath."

Xiao Hongchen breathed a sigh of relief from the bottom of his heart, and felt much more at ease with the old man following him.

"No, what's the matter with your attitude?" Meng Hongchen looked at Xiao Hongchen's expression, and suddenly became unhappy, "Do I seem to be such an indifferent person?"

"I'm not afraid that you will be seen by others when you meet with him. It's normal for contestants to talk harshly in private before the competition." Xiao Hongchen peeled off the sugar coating and threw the green candy into his mouth, "I'm afraid of you guys I haven't seen you for a few years, and it happened to be in a hotel, so I accidentally killed someone.

"With Grandpa following, at least you don't have to worry about whether you are not serious."

"That's right, why did I forget?" Meng Hongchen not only showed no sign of embarrassment, he clenched his right hand and landed on the palm of his left hand, his blue eyes were full of excitement, "Brother, when you said that the child's surname is Would Qian still be surnamed Hongchen? He probably wouldn't mind such trivial things as the ownership of the surname, Qian's surname is a bit common, Hongchen should be nicer..."

"Stop." Xiao Hongchen raised his hand to stop his sister from talking, "I don't want to be the villain who stops you. I have one thing to say. Although he and I are considered friends, I still want to warn you: Really Most scumbags often don't take the initiative to attack, but wait passively.

"Of course, if you don't think it's too hot to share a bed with several people, then I, an older brother, have nothing to say."

As soon as these words came out, Meng Hongchen's eyes suddenly became sluggish.

"Of course, brother, what do you think I should do?"

"God knows, that's your own fault. Don't ask me. Why don't you go to the captain first to discuss how to face Shrek? I haven't seen him for several years and I can't even understand his soul skills." Xiao Hongchen clapped his hands and walked over. Room door, "It makes me want to go to the Holy Spirit Church to see if I can get any good soul skills to use."

　Does anyone realize I'm playing Hidden Man memes?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)