Time and space in the heavens

Chapter 122 Hypocritical Father and Son

The sun shines on the tombstone made of wood, and several bright red characters emerge.

The tomb of my late brother Xiao Donglai!
  Under it, there is also the name of the person who erected the monument: Brother Xiao sheds blood, nephew Xiao Jianfeili!

Under the tombstone, there is a cluster of flowers, as well as some good wine and food, to worship the person among the tombstones.

tread! tread! tread! …

When the sun was about to completely set, a crisp sound of footsteps suddenly sounded from a distance, echoing in this silent and uninhabited wilderness.

Two figures stepped forward. The one walking in front was a middle-aged man with a pale face and a lonely expression. Behind the middle-aged man was a heroic young man.

There is a certain similarity between their faces, and one can tell at a glance that they are related by blood.

"Second brother, I'm here to see you again." The middle-aged man brought his son to the tomb. There was a hint of complexity in his bloodshot eyes. He slapped the tombstone with his palm and made a crisp sound. Ringing and speaking leisurely.

"Second uncle, daddy made some good wine and food, and I plan to have a few drinks with you." The young man said in an incomprehensible tone.

creak!

While talking, the middle-aged man opened the food box he brought, placed several dishes in the food box in front of the tomb, took out a small pot of wine, and poured it on the tombstone.

The father and son, facing the man lying in the grave, felt extremely complicated and incomprehensible, and they remained silent for a long time.

After a long time, when the sun had completely set, the father and son stood up, turned around and walked towards their home in the distance.

…………

Bang!

The young man pushed it casually, and the wooden door was pushed open, and the father and son walked side by side toward the room.

However, a voice sounded from the wooden house that was supposed to be empty.

"I'm finally back, you two. I thought you wouldn't come back, but you kept me waiting!" A melodious voice rang out and fell into the ears of the father and son.

"Who is it?" The expressions of the father and son changed drastically. The middle-aged man shouted and rushed into the room.

Clang!
  The young man dodged and came to one side, and with his backhand, he pulled out a sharp sword that shone with cold light.

Snapped!
  The middle-aged man reacted faster than his son. He slapped it on a wooden box, and countless parts flew up from the wooden box.

Immediately, a pair of rough hands quickly shuttled back and forth. When his hands stopped, a strange long sword appeared in his hands.

Swish!
  After taking out their weapons, the father and son had time to look in the direction of the sound.

In their wooden house, a figure had been sitting in front of the table at some point. The figure was slender, handsome and comely, with a childish face, but deep in his eyes, there was a beastly look. General murderous intent.

At this time, the young man raised his hands flat, and a short knife hidden by the father and son fell into his hands.

The blade is no more than two feet long, and the road and bridge are old and simple, looking extremely simple. On one side of him, on the table, was a seven-foot-long Fangtian painted halberd.

A war halberd, made entirely of fine steel, with black iron and cold iron obviously added, making the war halberd shine with a cold cold light.

After recognizing the person, the father and son's eyes showed a bit of coldness.

Zhu Hefeng played with the deer-cutting knife in his hand, without even looking at the father and son in the distance, and said in his mouth: "It's really touching!"

"A brother who has never spent even one day with his brother, and a nephew who has always been ashamed of his uncle, after his brother and uncle died, he actually brought his bones back to the place where his ancestors lived. It’s really touching to spend time together day and night!”

At the end of the sentence, tears welled up in Zhu Hefeng's eyes, as if he was really moved by them and was about to cry. Hearing what Zhu Hefeng said, the faces of father and son became extremely ugly.

There was even a look of guilt on his face!

"Zhu Hefeng, what are you doing here?" After a long silence, the middle-aged man - Xiao Leixue asked coldly.

"What you are holding in your hand is the deer-cutting knife left by my brother. Could it be that you also want to slaughter the world?"

Snapped!
  Zhu Hefeng slapped the deer-cutting knife in his hand on the table with a crisp sound, then turned around and faced Xiao Leixue, Gao Jianfei and his son.

"Conquer the world?" Zhu Hefeng laughed disdainfully, "I have no such interest!"

"This knife is a bit short for me, even if it is used to cut meat."

"Then what are you doing here?" After hearing these words, Xiao Leixue felt a little more at peace and asked attentively.

Zhu Hefeng said: "Although I have no interest in this knife, it doesn't mean that I can't take this knife away!"

"Honestly, I can give this sword to a truly suitable owner later, or give it to Shen Bijun, both are good."

"Is that why?" Gao Jianfei, a young and energetic man, said in surprise.

Zhu Hefeng smiled and said, "Of course it's more than that."

Xiao Lei said with blood in his voice: "Then what are you doing for?"

Swish!
  There was a hint of weirdness in Zhu Hefeng's eyes. He looked at the Xiaos and his son in front of him and said in a deep voice: "I'm very surprised. Are you and your son mentally ill?"

"What did you say?" Gao Jianfei was furious.

Zhu Hefeng smiled and said: "If you, father and son, are not mentally ill, why did you kill Zhuo Donglai and then put on such an affectionate posture?"

"What a big joke. If you do it, do it. Why do you have to be pretentious!"

"This is my family matter and has nothing to do with you." Xiao Lei said, "I think that since you have found this place, it is impossible not to know about the curse of the Tears Sword!"

Zhu Hefeng nodded and said, "Of course I know that."

"Your father, Master Xiao, forged the Tear-stained Sword. Since then, a curse has been left on the Tear-stained Sword. Sooner or later, your father's son will die under the Tear-stained Sword and become a sacrifice for this magic sword. It is not you who will die. , it’s Zhuo Donglai who dies!”

Xiao Lei said with blood: "Since you know, then you should understand that Zhuo Donglai's death is the best outcome."

As he spoke, there was a deep look of sadness in his eyes.

"After all, Xiao Gao and I need to pass on the incense of the Xiao family."

Zhu Hefeng nodded in agreement and said, "What you said is absolutely correct. That's the truth."

"Honestly, I admit that killing Zhuo Donglai is the best outcome for your family."

"But unfortunately, this matter is not so perfect for Zhuo Donglai." Snap! At the end of the sentence, Zhu Hefeng grabbed the halberd at his side with his backhand.

"As a friend, I must avenge him!"

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