The Journey of Cultivation of King Juan

Xie Lianhuan had heard about this from law enforcement disciples before coming here, and was not surprised why Yunying appeared here, but when he heard Yunying's words, his face showed a bit of depression.

Yunying rescued Jiang Rong who was almost defiled, but she should only know about this matter. How did she know about the intricate entanglements between the three of them in the past many years?
"The three of them actually look alike." Yun Ying said to Cui Zun in her heart, "No matter what's in your heart, you can see it on your face."

Although Xie Lianhuan wondered why Yunying was able to express his thoughts for so many years as if he saw it with his own eyes, it is obviously not the time to study this matter now.

Whether to speak frankly with Jiang Rong, whether to truly accept her trial, this is what he should decide now.

Xie Lianhuan sighed: "I once thought about apologizing to you, but after returning to the sect, I was haunted by demons, and I was always entangled between dreams and waking of demons, and I couldn't find the time to find the deceased villagers. Brother Chen asked me to retreat with peace of mind, and he said that he would help me find those people and compensate them with my share. I handed over all my savings and subsequent monthly cases to him, and asked him to find them. ...But he has never been able to find the descendants of those villagers, and he said that he probably died in the fire as well."

"Two years later, I was able to restrain my demons a little bit, and went outside the village ruins to pay homage to the innocent dead, and accidentally found you burning paper money outside the village. That's when I realized that you were born in this small village. "

Jiang Rong sneered: "Did you know then? It was then that you had to know!"

Xie Lianhuan closed his eyes and nodded slightly: "Maybe so."

"At that time, I wanted to apologize to you, and I wanted to compensate you with my wealth and life, but Brother Chen stopped me. He said that even so, it wouldn't help, and my parents would hate me because I died at your hands. You. He said he'd come and tell you everything, and he'd calm your anger down..."

Five years ago, he was 13 years old, and three years ago, he was 15 years old. At 13 years old, he was cowardly and chose to push the boat along the way and hand everything over to Chen Lianhai. At 15 years old, he was even more deeply troubled, and he no longer had the courage to face everything directly.

"I'm a coward, and I have indeed avoided a lot. I have no face to face you." Xie Lianhuan let out a long breath, feeling relieved for the first time.

Jiang Rong looked at him with scarlet eyes, and avoided answering him for five whole years. Could it be that a word of coward can obliterate everything now!
But the law in the sect couldn't punish him, because there were no monks among the villagers who died back then, they were all ordinary mortals, and the lives of mortals were insignificant in the eyes of monks, and Mingyue Sect never punished monks for killing mortals law.

But those people are her relatives, they watched her grow up, and together with the vast forest outside the village, they formed her childhood, her origin, and her roots.

This Xie Lianhuan and that Chen Lianhai, even though one seemed sincere and the other shameless, but in fact, neither of them showed any remorse for everything.

She dug up her roots and shattered her origin, but it was just so painless, how could she swallow this breath!

Jiang Rong looked at him coldly: "Since you have no face to face, why are you here again?"