Sword Stirs the World

For the next few hours, Feng Xin'er seemed to have something on her mind and stopped talking.

Although Mo qingti felt strange, she didn't ask much, so she had to accompany her in the room.

Ding Chunyu and the Taoist of withered leaves stood at the door and did not dare to relax.

Because they know very well that although this place is quiet and elegant, it is very likely to be an important stronghold of the holy lotus sect, and there are many masters hidden in the city.

They are not sure what they will encounter, so they can only cheer up and protect Feng xiner's safety for Shen Jianxin

In the evening, the light of the setting sun poured into the room along the window lattice.

The river outside the window was shining with gold, as if someone had spilled gold on the river.

A light wind blows, sitting in front of the windowsill Mo qingti suddenly feel some heavy eyelids, can't help yawning.

"In spring, in autumn! No, it's not... "Mo qingti's voice didn't fall, and his face even had a look of surprise. He had fallen on the windowsill and fell asleep.

Squeak! The door opened itself, and a fresh wind burst in.

Feng Xin'er stood up from the edge of the bed.

Outside, Ding Chunyu and Taoist Kuye lie quietly on the floor of the corridor. Obviously, like Mo qingti, they touch someone's way.

Feng Xin'er's face was uncertain. She knew very well that most of the people who came here were those who had something to do with her.

But she was surprised that this man was able to bring down Mo qingti and the three of them in silence, but she was not affected.

At this time, there was a uniform sound of footsteps on the steps outside the door.

Each step is as like as two peas used in the previous step, and there is no difference in the sound on the step.

This kind of exactly the same footstep sounds rusty. It's extremely pleasant and makes people feel like the sound of nature.

Feng Xin'er knows that the comer must be a top-notch master. If he is so brilliant, he can do it deliberately. If he always keeps this strange way of action and deliberately trains his control over himself, it will be terrible.

Outside the door appeared a middle-aged man with a high crown on his head and a green moth robe on his body. He had a slender body, clear features, a jade like complexion, and a lustrous look, but his eyes had a strong sense of awe inspiring power, as if overlooking all living beings.

When Feng xiner first saw this man, she had a strange feeling in her heart.

However, she quickly ruled out this strange idea, because she had never seen this person before. This person's temperament was so unique that if she had seen it, she would never forget it.

"Xin'er, you have suffered all these years!" The visitor sighed.

His voice is full of magnetism, slightly sharp voice with a neutral charm.

He spoke slowly, as if nothing in the world could move him.

Feng Xin'er thought to herself that this man must be a real big man. He always has the aura of staying in the top position for a long time. He is also very human.

When she thought about it, her heart began to thump.

Is he my father?

"You, you are my father?" Feng Xin'er summoned up her courage and asked.

The middle-aged man, who was full of charm, first had a meal, then narrowed his eyes, with a look of surprise on his face.

"You are my daughter, you are brave, you are good!"

"When I was chased by my enemies, I had to leave your mother. At that time, you were just a little bit big. "

The middle-aged man's face was full of excitement. He stretched out his hand and drew a range. The distance between his palms was not much bigger than a kitten.

"You, you are my father?" Feng Xin'er still couldn't believe it. She asked in a trembling voice.

The elegant middle-aged man said with a smile: "you have recognized all the features that the purple lotus Saint said! You are my daughter! Your mother's favorite is Sophora japonica. I think you have a nickname called little Sophora japonica. Am I wrong? "

"Yes, yes!" Feng Xin'er has become incoherent with excitement.

His nickname, as well as his mother's hobby, only close relatives know.

"There's a burn mark on your mother's left wrist. She broke the medicine bowl when she was cooking medicine for me. In a hurry, she burned it when she picked it up with her hand. I miss you both day and night, but I can't find you The middle-aged man said affectionately.

When Feng Xin'er heard this, she had already believed 90%. Only she knew the scar on her mother's wrist.

It's been many years since her mother passed away. If it wasn't for the lover she was with, it would be impossible to forge such a memory.

"Daddy Feng Xin'er couldn't control her mood any more and couldn't help sobbing.

Who knows she this cry, that middle-aged man also immediately red eye.

"Xin'er doesn't cry! Don't cry! From now on, you are my darling. No one can bully you any more The middle-aged man vowed.

Feng Xin'er cried even louder.

The middle-aged man's face was full of excitement. He stepped forward and patted her on the shoulder. He was so excited that he was almost in tears.

Father and daughter hugged their heads and cried bitterly. They could hardly help themselves.

After a while, their mood was a little more stable.

The middle-aged man looked at Feng Xin'er and said in a soft voice, "you have suffered these years! I won't let anyone bully you again! Daughter, what do you want? Straight pipe mouth, dad will meet you

Feng Xin'er sobbed and laughed. She shook her head and said, "Dad, I'm fine now! There's nothing missing! "

"Seriously? You don't have to think about Dad. Dad is not a normal person! As long as you can say it, I can do it! " While speaking, from Xin'er's father, she exudes a strong sense of oppression.

This person is definitely not simple, and is extremely confident in his own strength. Although Feng Xin'er can't see his martial arts realm, he can feel that what he said is true.

Feng Xin'er said in a low voice, "if my father wants my daughter to say something, then I have something to ask."

"But it doesn't hurt to say so!" The middle-aged man is beaming.

Feng Xin'er whispered: "I hope my father can leave the holy lotus sect! The holy lotus sect committed many evils, burned our village and killed many people. "

Feng xiner thought it would be very difficult for her father to make such a request, but the middle-aged man burst out laughing.

"It's my daughter. She's straightforward and innocent." The middle-aged man said with a smile.

"You don't have to worry. The holy lotus sect is just a tool for Dad. It can be abandoned at any time. It's far less important than his daughter! If you don't like it, I'll put it out when I'm done with it. " The middle-aged man has a great spirit, and his tone is unambiguous.

Feng Xin'er didn't expect that her father would give such a happy answer. She couldn't help worrying and asked in a low voice: "I'm afraid the holy lotus sect is not so easy to deal with! There are Wei Zhongxian and Zhong Wuyue, and there are young masters like purple lotus. You can't be careless, Dad. "

"No harm! These people you are talking about can't do anything for their father! " The middle-aged man smiles, his tone is so calm.

Feng Xin'er is even more surprised. Who is not afraid of Wei Zhongxian, a great master of martial arts, and Zhong Wuyue, a mysterious man without a face? With these two men in charge, no one dares to smooth the tiger beard of the holy lotus sect, not to mention that there are a large number of powerful experts in the holy lotus sect, who are able to suppress the whole generation of white martial arts.

Who is your father? Even Wei Zhongxian and Zhong Wuyue are not paid attention to! Feng Xin'er had doubts in her heart, and her face was even more worried.

"Dad, in fact, I have another invitation." Feng Xin'er pondered for a moment, and finally said.