It's not because Shang Tianya killed his father. It's not because Shang Tianya cut off one of his arms. It's because - Shang Su wanted to cut off his family's descendants!
What kind of person is Di Lin?
The mercenary king of the west!
The king, the son of Emperor Tian!
The Dark King of the West who is about to become the Lord of the God Society!
How could he tolerate Shang Suxin's oath?
How could he not fight back against Shang Suxin's bold words?
Yes.
From today on, all the grievances between his parents have disappeared, leaving only the fateful battle between him and Shang Suxin!
Do you want my imperial family to annihilate its descendants?
Then I want your business to never have peace!
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There is wind by the river. The wind is biting and cold. There are people under the pavilion, stopping to fish.
This man has been fishing for more than 30 years and amazed Huangpu with a bamboo pole. He became the most legendary person in Huangpu.
No one knows the origin of this person, let alone who he is, where he comes from, and where he is going. In the huge Huangpu, Huangfu Qi is the only one who can get close to the pavilion and be in the pavilion with him wearing a bamboo hat and holding a fishing rod.
He called the angler Mr. Jiang. Although the orthodox heir of Mingzhu Industry would rather call him master, the latter did not agree.
Not everyone loves vanity, and not everyone is willing to give up for three buckets of rice. Mr. Jiang has been fishing for more than 30 years, and has no leisure life other than eating river fish every day. In later years, he met the young Huangfu.
Qi, there is more fresh and delicious food. I no longer drink river water and eat river fish all day long.
When he was a student, Huangfu Qi would sit under the pavilion and accompany Jiang Lao fishing during holidays. At first he couldn't bear it, and would occasionally sit for a while before leaving. As he grew older, he sat for longer and longer until he graduated from college.
, he can already stay up all night fishing with Mr. Jiang.
Fishing can kill excess dryness and bring peace of mind.
If Huangfu Qi, who was born into a distinguished family, had not often accompanied Mr. Jiang on fishing trips, how could he have killed two birds with one stone and used the conspiracy of Fu Qing and Huangfu's second uncle to pull off a clever trick and remove the biggest obstacle to inheriting the throne?
Mr. Jiang taught him martial arts, but he didn't teach him how to behave. He didn't give him any direction in life. He was like an unborn legend of the world, sitting quietly by the river fishing.
Mr. Jiang never made any demands on this apprentice who was just starting out, except on the day when he taught him martial arts.
"I can teach you. But you have to promise not to take action before you are thirty."
These are Mr. Jiang's original words. They are also the guarantee Mr. Jiang needs from him.
Huangfu Qi was very confused at first. If you don’t practice martial arts, what is the use of learning?
But as he grew older, he finally realized Mr. Jiang's good intentions.
Just because you don't take action doesn't mean you're not strong enough.
When impulses surged into his heart again and again and were forcibly suppressed, Huangfu Qi could always feel that he had taken another step forward.
Maybe this is Mr. Jiang's way of teaching his apprentices.
Just don't take action.
The shot will reach the sky.
It was another boring and quiet night.
It was already late at night and early in the morning. The two of them had drank all the bitter tea on the stone table. The snacks were also put into the stomach by Huangfu Qi, who was quite hungry. Apart from that, there was only the food in the bamboo basket next to the mazha.
Two carp. The fish are very fresh, jumping around in the bamboo basket, as if they want to return to the river. But no matter how much the fish turns over, it cannot return to the world that belongs to it.
"Mr. Jiang, they may die before dawn."
Huangfu Qi glanced at the carp in the bamboo basket and said slowly.
"The countdown to death starts from the moment they bite the fishhook." Mr. Jiang stared calmly at the calm river surface, calm and composed.
Huangfuqi, who had been tormented by breaking news all night, took the last sip of bitter tea and exhaled: "Yes. When they bite the bait on the hook, they embark on a journey to death."
"Di Tian wanted to win against Chu Lin. He wanted to win the title of No. 1 in the world. So he died."
"Shang Tianya wanted to prove that he was stronger than Di Tian. He wanted to avenge his shame and defeat Di Tian. So he died too."
"Daoyi has followed Yi Qingyi for more than half a century, but he is not as strong as Yi Qingyi in action. So he hopes to be more powerful than Yi Qingyi in mouth. The bait of the first two is not small, and the death is tragic, but it is far more tragic than Yi Qingyi."
"The old guy in the Holy See used the Chu River as bait and tried to catch the shark Chu Lin. But he accidentally capsized the boat and fell into the river and drowned."
Mr. Jiang seemed to be talking to himself, and he seemed to be talking to Huangfu Qi. The former spoke lightly, but the latter heard it thrillingly.
These people in Jiang Lao's mouth are all super predators in the world. Which one is not a crazy giant who stomps his feet and the world trembles? But in Jiang Lao's mouth, they seem to be talking about a rare and ordinary thing.
No special highlights.
"If the fish is too small, don't bite it easily. Otherwise, if you leave the water and land on the shore, you will die of thirst."
"Don't let the bait out if it's too big. Otherwise, if you catch a shark, you'll be pulled into the sea and drowned in the water."
The words were an understatement, but they fully explained the legendary lives of those crazy giants. It was full of tragedy and slight ridicule.
Mr. Jiang never chatted with Huangfu Qi, let alone told him any big principles. Apart from teaching him martial arts, the most common thing they did was to remain silent while looking at the calm lake.
Wow!
The fishing line swayed, and with a gentle pull from Mr. Jiang, a big fish weighing several kilograms was pulled out of the water and fell into Mr. Jiang's bamboo basket.
"On the other hand, when you can pull down a man on the water, you can drop the bait without hesitation. When you can pull up a big shark, you can drop the bait without hesitation."
Mr. Jiang took off the hook from the fish's mouth, put away the fishing rod and said, "How many years have you been with me?"
"Eighteen years." Huangfu Qi replied hurriedly.
"Counting the first twelve years, it's a full thirty years." Mr. Jiang took out a pack of unopened red roses from his folded pocket, lit one, and took a deep breath. "You are ready to go."
Departure?
If you are not a master and a disciple, how can you become a master?
Huangfu Qi immediately understood the idea, his brows were filled with joy, and he shouted: "Master!"
A master wakes up the red sun. Looking to the east, at the farthest junction of sky and water, a light red light quietly climbs high into the sky, blooming with dazzling brilliance.
After nightfall, dawn begins.
When that round of scorching sun gradually rises into the sky, the whole land is full of vitality and everything revives.
"The chief said that the world is yours and ours. But in the end it is still yours."
Mr. Jiang recalled the past, took a puff of the spicy and choking cigarette, and said slowly: "You are today's dawn and tomorrow's sun."
This battle changes the world.
The heroes of the older generation have fallen one after another, and new suns are slowly rising into the sky, blooming with more vitality. They are also destined to create an extraordinary future.
Today is Huangfu Qi's thirtieth birthday. He rejected all gatherings and stayed in the pavilion to accompany Mr. Jiang, who had taught him for eighteen years. He finally heard what he wanted to hear and shouted what he wanted to shout.
Today, he is no longer bound.
One day, he will definitely be famous all over the world. He will be unparalleled in the world.
Mr. Jiang stood up slowly and threw the few small fish into the river. Huangfu Qi was puzzled by this and asked curiously: "Master, you have been fishing all night, why did you throw them all away?"
"Too small." Mr. Jiang said two words with extremely rich meanings and walked out of the pavilion slowly.
What greeted him was the extremely bright scorching sun. Mr. Jiang raised his head slightly and squinted to admire the warm new sun. He suddenly turned back and said to Huangfu Qi, who was following closely behind him: "In the future, if someone asks you who your master is, just ask him.
It is said that the clouds are flying."
Flying clouds?
Flying clouds!?
Huangfu Qi's body trembled suddenly, his eyes emitted an incredible light, his scalp was numb and he said: "Master, are you - Yun Feiyang?"
Didn't Yun Feiyang die suddenly thirty years ago?
How could he be Yun Feiyang?
How could he be Yun Feiyang?
If he is really Yun Feiyang, then isn't he the younger brother of three great men of the world, Di Tian, Shang Tianya, and Xia Zhengqing?
Even though Huangfu Qi's mind had been honed by Mr. Jiang to be extremely tough, as soon as he heard these three words spoken by this master who had been with him for eighteen years but had never known his identity, he still felt chills running down his spine, and cold sweat broke out involuntarily!
"Why, someone would pretend to be Yun Feiyang?" Mr. Jiang smiled slightly. "Or do you think Yun Feiyang is not worthy of being your master?"
Huangfu Qi opened his mouth, but not a word came out.
Is Yun Feiyang not worthy of being his master?
Look at some of his disciples!
Whether it is Di Tian, the leader of the Shenhui, the wise man Xia Zhengqing, or Shang Tianya in Yanjing, which one is not dominating and reaching the top?
How could he not be shocked and speechless to become the disciple of the legendary Yun Feiyang?
Yun Feiyang turned around gracefully, dropped these words and walked away slowly.
Standing behind him and watching the man wearing a bamboo hat and drawing red roses - Yun Feiyang, in a daze but speaking with arrogance: "My master is Yun Feiyang, the god of wonderful doors."
