"..." Without answering Fang Xue's words, Nangong Xiaoyao held Ye Xue's arm tightly without letting go. He said with a crazy look on his face: "Did your master tell you... Did he have a way...
Does he have a way...where is he...take me to see him immediately...immediately..."
"That's enough!" Ye Xue roared angrily and said sternly: "Third uncle, don't you understand what I'm saying! Your skills are no longer what they are because you are living in the past. There is a hurdle in your heart. You can't step forward.
But go ahead, no matter how hard you practice, your skills will remain the same as before..."
"There is a hurdle in my heart..." Nangong Xiaoyao looked shocked.
Ye Xue brushed Nangong Xiaoyao's hand away, and asked calmly: "Third uncle, is that hurdle in your heart because my mother died and you are so depressed...or is it because you know who the murderer is and can't give it to me?
revenge……"
"..." His vision was blurred and the world was pale. Nangong Xiaoyao rested his hands on the rockery. He was like a fish out of water, gasping for air helplessly.
"Third uncle...third uncle..."
Ye Xue's words failed to reach Nangong Xiaoyao's heart.
Is it because my mother is dead... or is it because you know who the murderer is and can't avenge me... There is a hurdle in your heart... You can't get over it... No matter how much you practice, it's useless... There is no progress... Nothing
Useless or useless...
"Cough cough cough cough!" Nangong Xiaoyao suddenly covered his chest and coughed violently, as if he was coughing out his lungs.
"Third uncle...third uncle..."
The tears in his eyes couldn't help but burst out. The salty and wet tears ran across his cheeks and fell into his mouth, which made his heart hurt sharply.
"Cough cough cough cough... vomit!" A pool of blood sprayed on the rockery.
"You vomited blood..." Ye Xue never expected that Nangong Xiaoyao's heartache would have reached this level.
"So that's it... So that's it..." Nangong Xiaoyao staggered to the other side like a drunk person: "So that's it... No wonder... No wonder it doesn't work no matter how hard I practice... Hahahaha
...So...that's how it came to be...wuwuwuwu...why...why..."
Nangong Xiaoyao was crying and laughing while walking.
Nangong Xiaoyao felt that he was pathetic and ridiculous.
After Feng Wuling died that year, although he was sad, he was not disheartened. He knew that he still carried the responsibility of the Nangong clan, and he still had the child of his beloved woman to take care of...
However, when he discovered the truth about the naked Ye Xue's injury, he could not take revenge, but could only choose to endure it, and choose to take revenge after becoming a top master - that is, from that moment on, Nangong Xiaoyao's skill could no longer be improved.
progress.
If you want revenge, you have to become a master.
But now the revenge has not been avenged, his skills have not improved in ten years, and his skills have stagnated. The top master is his untouchable and carefree existence, and revenge is just a fantasy.
Revenge... If he can't kill Xuanyuan Hongjiang, the Nangong clan will be destroyed...
Not to take revenge...he...he...
For five years since he discovered that kung fu had stopped, he had traveled thousands of miles across mountains and rivers, looking for a way to crack it... What's funny is that the original head was right here...
He was stuck in a dead end...
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"Miss, what happened to the third master?" Nangong Xiaoyao taught Luomei the Ice Sword Technique. Although Luomei never showed it, she still regarded Nangong Xiaoyao as her master in her heart.