Xia Qingyang turned around and walked out of the mountain until she confirmed in her mind that Beiheng Lanzhi had not caught up with her.
He frowned slightly and looked in another direction and said, "Come out, I know you have been following me."
After his words fell, there was no response from the forest.
Xia Qingyang was actually a little tired of testing each other with Jiang Dongcheng, because what Jiang Dongcheng had done had crossed the line.
He is still a righteous man, but he is so unscrupulous in doing things... He almost doesn't need to think too much to know that the monster is his father who managed to get it.
It's just... Jiang Dongcheng might think Xia Qingyang is bluffing?
He didn't show up.
Xia Qingyang snorted coldly and disappeared into the wind.
Jiang Dongcheng in the corner was shocked for a moment. He never expected that he would lose his lock on Xia Qingyang in an instant!
But just when he released his spiritual thoughts to search... he suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.
Because he discovered that Xia Qingyang had appeared behind him at some point.
He turned his head suddenly, but said without showing any timidity: "Why, do you finally want to face my father head-on?"
Xia Qingyang snorted coldly: "It's just because you have crossed the line, I'm just warning you."
"Crossing the line?" he asked nonchalantly.
Xia Qingyang said: "Luring the monsters from Beizhou south is something that even my Holy Sect has never done. You, a righteous disciple, do it without any psychological burden."
Jiang Dongcheng said with a straight face: "You said I lured this monster here? Do you have proof?"
Xia Qingyang chuckled: "What kind of proof do you need? See for yourself how much karma you have... Don't tell me that you haven't even learned the method of looking at qi in Daoming Feixian Sect."
"What!?"
He was worried about this and began to think about how to get the treasure from the Blue Demon Sect without leaving any trace.
He returned to the 'Holy Blood Residence' with thought, quickly glanced at his master who was drinking tea at the stone table in the front yard, and casually said hello: "I'm back."
Normally Song Xiaoci would ignore him, but this time she suddenly mentioned: "Have you reached a deal with Jiang Dongcheng?"
Xia Qingyang was surprised: "How did Master know?"
Song Xiaoci said: "Of course...it's all written on your face!"
"Why, are you looking for this?"
After she finished speaking, she looked at a small pavilion on the other side of the courtyard.
Under the eaves of a corner of the small pavilion, a seemingly ordinary sword hung sideways.
Xia Qingyang's eyes were immediately attracted.
Because in his perception... when he wasn't paying attention a moment ago, this sword was like ordinary iron and couldn't attract his attention at all.
But when he really noticed it, the strong sense of its presence made him instantly know that it was extraordinary.
"This is..."
Song Xiaoci said calmly: "Flying Immortal Sword."
Xia Qingyang asked in surprise: "How could this happen?"
Song Xiaoci said in a lonely tone: "Although I was angry at him for abandoning me, I actually understood that he was dominated by his inner demons after suddenly losing his position as chief. Only then did he break the rules that he had adhered to for nearly a hundred years and act recklessly in the world."
"So I had already found a way to get this sword in my hand thirty years ago. I just waited for him to come looking for me and I would hand it into his hand."
"...Let's take it as a final conclusion."
Xia Qingyang was silent for a moment, then asked: "Master, is it worth it to go to such a position for him?"
Song Xiaoci smiled softly and said: "This Feixian Sword has the luck of Daoming Feixian Sect. When he holds it in his hand, he can suppress his own luck and get rid of the disaster of karma and confusion, and then he may be able to free himself from inner demons.
Come out of it."
She spoke very softly, and her eyes were very longing, as if she was really an infatuated girl.
I feel worthless for Master...
But the next moment, Song Xiaoci suddenly changed the topic: "In this way, he can realize how wrong he has been in the past fifty years!"
"Otherwise he is controlled by inner demons, how can he understand the suffering I have suffered in the past fifty years?"
Good guy... Xia Qingyang called him a good guy in his heart!
Master is indeed a demon sect. Are you trying to pull your father out of his inner demons and then kick him into a deeper abyss?
But he had some doubts: "Can Jiang Dongcheng realize his mistake and be upset about it?"
Song Xiaoci showed a dangerous smile and said: "Of course he can realize it. After all, everyone said that I was his love crisis at the time, and he didn't get over it at the time."
Xia Qingyang blinked, and suddenly felt sad for his father... How miserable this man must be!
It might be more pleasant to die in a daze.
Song Xiaoci then added: "Why are you still standing there? Go put the sword away and find an opportunity to return it to him... But don't let him take it too easy."
Xia Qingyang nodded slightly and reached out to take off the Feixian Sword. At the same time, he couldn't help but say a witticism: "So we have made a profit. We can use this sword to settle the cause and effect between the two of us."
Song Xiaoci glanced at him and said, "You also want to settle the relationship with him and stop treating him as your father?"
Xia Qingyang looked at Song Xiaoci, and then said: "Actually, I have always known who my mother is and how she died."
Song Xiaoci couldn't help but sit upright and look like she was listening.
Xia Qingyang said: "My mother was just an ordinary peasant woman who died of postpartum hemorrhage."
"When I was a child, I heard Jiang Dongcheng say that my mother died because she gave birth to me...I didn't feel anything was wrong at that time."
"But now I know that he just disliked that my mother was just the daughter of an ordinary farmer's family, not worthy of his status, and was a black spot in his life, so he deliberately let her die."
Yes, how could a person who is an accomplished practitioner not be able to cope with a mere postpartum hemorrhage?
In front of Xia Qingyang's eyes, a woman who was weak after giving birth seemed to appear, holding a crying baby in her arms, dying in despair and loneliness...