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Chapter 755 Raising a Tiger
Mu Zijian sat in front of the wooden grille window, watching the pouring rain outside the window.

There were faint footsteps behind him.

He didn't want to look back, so he turned around, his eyes briefly touched Mu Cangping, and then dropped again, "Father."

He turned the wheel on the chair, walked to the small round table, poured a cup of tea, then retreated obediently with lowered eyebrows, and let Mu Cangping come and sit down.

"Is your leg better?" Mu Cangping asked.

"Thank you for your concern." Mu Zijian replied, "It's much better, I felt a little bit yesterday."

Living in an inn is no better than staying in Gu’an Hall. The doctors live close together.

Under the credit of Mu Dianke, the doctors who massaged his muscles and bones, applied medicine and decocted soup were also masters who had honed their skills for decades, and it was rare for ordinary people to invite them.

Even so, Mu Zijian resolutely moved out of Gu'an Hall.

Mu Cangping knew why, so he didn't ask.

Speaking of which, none of the three sons was like him.

Mu Zijin is like his mother, with a decisive temper; Mu Ziyan is like his uncles in the Jin family, quite generous; Mu Zijian is like Jin Lianyin, very proud.

Could have been more proud.

But Mu Cangping knew that the fire in Julin Garden that year not only burned Mu Dianke away from him, but also burned the blood and courage in Mu Zijian's bones - he was only sixteen or seventeen years old at the time , Mother died, sister died again, must be very scared, and there are many terrible conjectures, but he actually held back and didn't ask him.

Like this time, Mu Ziyan dared to scold him face to face and beat him; Mu Zijian came back with a pair of crippled legs, but he didn't say a word.

If the pain didn't wear away Mu Zijian's pride, then he must be the one who hates him the most among the sons.

"Where's your third brother?" Mu Cangping sipped his tea and said, "I just went to find him, but he's not here."

Mu Zijian thought that Mu Ziyan frequently went in and out of Gu'an Hall, and Mu Cangping could find out if he didn't tell him.

"I went to see Xiaosier." He avoided the seriousness and said lightly: "Chang Qianfo is seriously injured, and Xiaosi'er is in a bad situation. Ziyan is worried, so he will spend more time with her."

Mu Cangping smiled lightly.

"Has Xinying ever looked for you?"

Mu Zijian's face paled, knowing that he couldn't hide it, "I came here, and I only stayed for a while. I said that Baige was taken away by my father and was with Yueting, so I don't have to worry about it."

Mu Cangping calmly looked at the eldest son's dodging eyes: I told the truth, but not all of it.

"You are my eldest son, and everything in the Mu family will be yours in the future." Mu Cangping stood up and patted Mu Zijian on the shoulder, "No one will fight with you, they dare not fight."

He paused at the door, "Little Si'er is going to get married in the future. Don't listen to the uncle of your Yue's family, he is not a smart person."

"Yes."

The door was closed, and Mu Zijian spread out his hands, his palms covered with fine sweat.

***
"Pa..." Xin Ang backed away to dodge, but still couldn't avoid the oncoming slap.

The left side of his face was like an inflated sheepskin sac, which rapidly swelled high, covered with red threads, and the pain penetrated into the bone marrow.

He used to think that even if his martial arts were worse than Mu Cangping's, he would not be too far behind.Within one hundred and eighty strokes, you can always fight.

Only now did he realize how wrong he was - if Mu Cangping's hand had pinched his throat just now, he would have no chance to breathe now.

It was precisely this knowledge that suppressed his soaring anger a lot.

But no matter who gets a slap in the face, he will not be kind, especially Xinyang, who is a respected and respected Taoist monarch in his daily life.

Before he could speak, Mu Cangping said coldly, "You went to see Zijian."

It turned out to be for this matter.

Xin Ang felt a little guilty, but she wasn't afraid. It wasn't something shameful that he went to see his niece and son-in-law.

"Yes. He is a poor boy, bad at walking, bored in that small inn, worrying all day long, let me go and see what's wrong with him?"

Mu Cangping stared at Xinying with coldness in his eyes.

Xinyang consciously swallowed back a large piece of accusation that came to her lips.

"You don't think that I really believe that you moved Mu Dian to avenge your niece, did you? It was for your good son-in-law, right?"

Xinying's tongue froze, and the confidence she usually had in front of the believers was completely gone.Mu Cangping's gaze was as sharp as a knife, able to cut open his chest and see his heart and lungs.

"Xinxi," the voice was cold, like a string of icicles hanging under the eaves in the cold winter when you wake up early, "Since when did you start worrying about my family affairs?"

"You are breeding tigers!"

There was a cliff behind him, and Xin Ang couldn't retreat anymore. He said sharply, "What you want to bring home is not a docile rabbit or a sheep, but a tiger, a fierce and vicious tiger full of hatred. One day, she It will eat everyone around you one by one, leaving you dead without a place to bury you."

"If she really has such ability, I look forward to it."

Mu Cangping clasped his hands behind his back, sat down on the stone pier under the corridor, and said in a calm tone, "No one is free, so go raise a rabbit to play."

"Are you too conceited? There is no such thing as a thousand-year-old guard against thieves."

"Really?" Mu Cangping said flatly.

His expression was telling Xinyang, I'm just so conceited, I'm too conceited to listen to your nonsense.

Just like many times before, Xinyang prepared a lot of words, but had no chance to say them in front of Mu Cangping.

Maybe he was very reasonable, but Mu Cangping didn't care at all.

The strength is too strong, so that he doesn't have to look forward and backward like Xinying, just do what he wants, and he can always manage to stay safe.

"Mu Dianke, don't touch her." Mu Cangping said, "If there is a next time, if you don't die by her hands, you will die by my hands."

"Why?" Xin Ang was unwilling and resentful, "Bai Ge must avenge her sister, are you going to kill her?"

"It's different." Mu Cangping said, "Bai Ge is out of love, and I have no reason to stop her. You are out for profit, but you don't know how to make big money."

From the bottom of his heart, he really looked down on Xinyang.

It stands to reason that a cultivator should have a broad mind, but at critical moments, Xinyang lacks a long-term perspective and has a narrow and unconscious paranoia.

"The things you care about, I will give them to Mu Dianke for free, but she will not take them."

Mu Cangping said flatly: "One day, I will die. But as long as the first sword in the world is still surnamed Mu, no matter how deep her relationship with the Mu family is, whether she recognizes me as my father or not, the Mu family will be safe. .”

Xinying frowned, as if realizing something.

After all, it was Mu Cangping who climbed too high.

No matter how good Mu Zijian is, he is still not good enough. If he can't continue his father's glory, he can only lead the family down.

Come down, how can it be so easy?
"It seems that I don't need to say more."

Mu Cangping looked back flatly, "If you don't even understand this point, then I will think that the Yue family I found for my son will not only not be a help, but a drag."

How about a drag?Of course it is a sword cut.

(End of this chapter)