"Is that so? This is the reason you gave up Qingxue!" Taurus angrily and smashed the wine jar: "I really don't understand why I have to force myself on such a road. Is the hatred of my fathers really that important? You could have lived a different life, and Qingxue."

"The sword is a double-edged sword. Excessive approach will only cause the sword blade to hurt the other side." Zhang Kaifeng said: "Maybe it is not that important, but I need to bear the hatred of the ancestors of all generations. There is no reason, just because the blood of the magic sword path flows in my body."

"The reason is far-fetched." Taurus smiled.

"Haha, maybe, this is an excuse to become stronger!" Zhang Kaifeng laughed.

Taurus stood up: "It's time for me to leave!"

Zhang Kaifeng was still lying down: "Don't disturb me these days, I'm going to go into seclusion to practice."

"Zhang Kaifeng, what will you become? When you practice to become a demon, will we still be friends at that time?" Taurus left a question before leaving.

"Maybe it's not the case anymore!" Zhang Kaifeng did not answer, but his heart answered.

The Taurus did not come to disturb him in the next few days, and Zhang Kaifeng was practicing diligently, and the progress of the Holy Demon Yuanfei was also very good. In the blink of an eye, a few days passed, and Zhang Kaifeng walked out of the secret room. Two days later, his mother's death day was, so he came out of seclusion one day in advance to prepare.

After taking a shower, rinsing his mouth and kneeling in front of the spiritual throne, Zhang Kaifeng knocked on the wooden fish, and accompanied by Sanskrit, the sound of wooden fish and Sanskrit continued to sound. Zhang Kaifeng, who was kneeling under the spiritual throne, remained motionless and closed his eyes piously.

"Kaifeng." In early spring, flowers bloomed, and a mother and son were walking in spring, enjoying the season when the flowers bloomed.

The young woman was wearing a slightly simple white long brocade dress, and used white-washed silk thread to embroider the fabric with a brilliant and vigorous branch. A white plum blossom extended from the hem of the skirt to the waist.

He wore a milky white jade bracelet on his hand, and his surprisingly long hair tied up with a purple ribbon to create a slightly complicated hairstyle, which did not disappoint this beautiful and surprising hair. A jade hairpin made of green jade was inserted into his hair, making it look unique in appearance with leaves and green bamboos. The thin and long bangs on his forehead were neat and rigorous.

The willow-leaf eyebrows were drawn with carbon black, which made the skin look fair and delicate. The charming and charming Danfeng eyes shine brightly between the waves of the eyes. The pink rouge made the skin look white and red. The lips were simply painted with light red lips, and the whole face looked particularly beautiful.

Not far away, a boy was beating constantly with cheerful steps and heard the shouts of the young woman. The little boy turned his head, his eyebrows were beautiful, and his plain white clothes were washed white. He didn't look too shabby when he was worn, but instead made him look as clean as a green lotus. The boy's black and beautiful hair was casually dispersed on his shoulders.

"What's wrong with mother." The boy ran over.

"Stay for a while and see you sweating profusely." The young woman took out a handkerchief from her cuffs and helped the boy take off the sweat from his forehead.

"Okay! Is your mother tired? Kaifeng will give you a back massage!" said the boy.

"My Kaifeng is really sensible." The young woman showed a happy smile on her face.

"Mother! Who is my father?" the boy asked.

"Kaifeng, you will know when you grow up." The young woman sighed.

"Oh!" Although the boy was a little depressed, he had been sensible since he was a child and was unwilling to make his mother sad on this issue. He immediately changed the topic: "By the way, I got the first place today. The master said that I will definitely be able to pass the top scorer in the future and shine our Zhang family."

"Is that so? Kaifeng is so awesome." The young woman smiled.

Facing the warm wind, white clouds float by, and time seems to be frozen on the young mother and son, who face the rising sun and share this scene.

The white clouds and the green dogs passed by in a hurry for several years.

"Kaifeng, don't hate your father, he hasn't forgotten us." On the simple bed, the young woman looked pale and told the young boy with a sad face beside the bed.

"Why." The boy held back his sobs and tried to make his tone less intense and stimulating to his mother lying on the hospital bed: "He left us, so that my mother, you have been so difficult for years and you will get sick."

"Kaifeng, don't be sad. Human life is limited, and life and death are the cycle of reincarnation." The young woman smiled on her pale face and said, "My last hope is that Kaifeng should not resent your father. One day you will see him and know his difficulties. I hope you understand him."

"I--I will." The boy lowered his head, with tears in his eyes.

"Mother!" A heart-wrenching voice resounded in this small yard.

On the first day, the scorching sun was born, and when the golden sunlight fell into the courtyard, the sound of wooden fish stopped.

"Mother!" Zhang Kaifeng, who was kneeling under the spirit throne, burst into tears with closed eyes.

He stood up, carried the sacrificial things he had prepared, and pushed open the small door of the yard. Zhang Kaifeng was surprised to see the Taurus standing at the door and said, "Why are you here!"

"Although I'm angry that you don't care about Qingxue's affection, Aunt Zhang treats me as a son. How could I not go on her death day?" Taurus said.

"Let's go!" Zhang Kaifeng walked out with the basket.

An hour later, a mountain was wrapped around a lonely grave, and there were several white plum blossoms planted beside it. Autumn is approaching the end, the air becomes much colder, and buds are already on the branches of the white plum blossoms, and they will bloom only when the snow falls.

"The snow-white white plum blossoms are about to bloom, but unfortunately, Kaifeng cannot watch with you." Zhang Kaifeng sat in front of the grave. The Taurus had already left after raising the incense.

"You told me not to hate him, but I have never seen him yet." Zhang Kaifeng continued: "If I saw him, I might not be able to help but kill him. It was him who made you suffer so much."

"Maybe I may not be a bloody swordsman in the world after hearing what you said, but a top scholar! But someone needs to bear the responsibility of the Demon Sword Dao, and the blood of the Demon Sword Dao flows in my body, so I must bear this responsibility. I know you will definitely object, but I also know that you will support me."

"The Demon Sword has disappeared for too long, and many people have forgotten the former Demon Sword, the Demon Sword that scares them. I want to take revenge, the blood shed by the ancestors of the Demon Sword Path. I want them to repay them all."

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The rolling demonic energy churned with the anger in the tone of the man sitting in front of the grave, like evil dragons roaring and roaring, and they were longing for blood.

A long time later, the place calmed down, and the young man sitting in front of the grave had already left. Suddenly, a breeze blew up, and someone seemed to be shouting at the back of the young man walking away from him in the rustling wind.

The sound of the wind sobbed and watched the young man leaving. Taking this step, perhaps the rolling waves of the rivers and lakes swept over, and from then on, they could never wash away, and they could no longer leave their bodies. The dreams of the rivers and lakes were far away.
Chapter completed!