Wu Mochou first chased Long Yuan into chaos.

With Wang Huanran's appearance, Wu Jian was confused and the situation suddenly became more and more serious. Li Ruyu, who was the real person, became an idle person watching the fun and did not take the opportunity to leave.

Although my five fingers are broken, but the sword is in my hand, who can kill me?

Wang Huanran was still scolding.

Wu Jian gradually woke up from his confused state and asked with a confused look on his face: "Father, what are you talking about?"

Wang Huanran was still in a half-mad mood and kicked Wu Mochou's body to the ground, "I told you to die while standing, I told you to die while standing, and be your dream of spring and autumn. Bah, you don't even deserve to be contaminated with the word spring and autumn!"

The word "Spring and Autumn" has great meaning, how can you be worthy of it?

When the scolding was aroused, Wang Huanran actually crawled to the corpse, pulled out Wu Jian's sword, and slaughtered Wu Mochou's body, with blood that had not yet condensed.

The scholar Wang Huanran was covered in blood, like a madman.

Wu Jian did not stop him.

He didn't know what was going on, nor did he know why his father hated Wu Mochou so much. He just felt a sense of despair from his father's angry scolding.

It took Wang Huanran to fall silent for a long time.

The whole person was relaxed.

It seems that he has lost his energy and become an empty body in an instant. This is true for people. When all expectations are realized, after the final pleasure, the deepest part of his heart will fall into emptiness in a short period of time.

Wang Huanran is like this at this moment.

Wu Jian was still waiting, and at this moment he didn't bother to kill Li Ruyu, and Li Ruyu was quietly watching the fun.

I don't know how long it took.

Although there was a warm red glow in the east at this moment, the thick fog on the banks of Yuanyang Lake was still there.

Wang Huanran sat on the ground and looked at Wu Jian. His emotions were extremely complicated, with hatred and pitifulness. He sighed softly and said, "It's better that you don't know about some things."

Let him go over the past.

Wu Jian said in a deep voice: "I want to know."

No matter what it is, you want to know, and you must know that you will never want to fall into a lie in a daze for the rest of your life. For this, no matter how much the price you pay or even the pain you have to bear.

Wang Huanran looked at the perseverance in Wu Jian's eyes, but he just couldn't say it. In fact, for this poor person, he had hated Wu Jian's birth, but with Wu Mochou's death, all hatred disappeared.

Wu Jian is innocent after all.

"Do you know why your name is Wu Jian?"

Wu Jian shook his head, "Isn't this the name you named?"

Wang Huanran shook his head: "Of course not."

Wu Jian asked: "Who is that?"

Wang Huanran's eyes fell on the corpse beside him.

Wu Jian looked surprised: "He?"

There seems to be nothing wrong with this. After all, for the Wu family in Langya Sword Tomb, the head of the family name the younger generation is actually nothing new. For example, a child was born last year, and he was named by himself as the head of the family.

Wang Huanran smiled miserably: "Wu Jian is without a sword."

Where are the green mountains in the world? Who is not in Langya without swords?

Wu Jian frowned, "So?"

Wang Huanran was silent for a long time before he silently said: "He is your father."

Wu Jian stopped talking.

In fact, he couldn't speak. His hands and feet were cold at this moment, and his mind was blank. He had no idea who he was, why he was here, and what he was doing here.

Wang Huanran has a weak personality, but a true scholar never lies.

How could he be Wu Mochou's son?

Wang Huanran sighed long. Since he had already said it, let's tell the truth. As for what happened in the future, looking at Wu Jian's fate, he said in a deep voice: "I am not your father. In short, I should be your grandfather, but I would rather not."

Wu Jian sat on the ground weakly.

Wang Huanran was still determined, stood up from the ground and looked down at Wu Jian who was slumped on the ground, "Your mother is my daughter Wu Fan. It was just that the tomb of Langya swords was at its peak back then. In order to cover up this ugly incident, the Wu family became my son and Wu Fan became your sister."

"It is true that Wu Fan likes the sword demon Dugu."

"It is true that the sword demon Dugu is coming to Langya Sword Tomb to challenge Wu Mochou."

"But before coming to Langya Mountain, Sword Demon Dugu did not know that Wu San already had a son, so from the beginning to the end, Sword Demon Dugu really liked Wu San."

"However, Wu Mochou was afraid of losing to the sword demon Dugu, so he used a trick to use you and Wu Fan to force the sword demon Dugu back and not go to compete with him. However, what Wu Mochou didn't expect was that the sword demon Dugu was originally your mother Wu Fan instigated to Langya Mountain."

"The purpose is to kill Wu Mochou."

"So it is true that the sword demon Dugu learned the truth and washed away the Langya Sword Tomb after he died."

“But one thing is fake.”

"Your mother did not die under the sword demon Dugu's sword, but under the sword of Wu Mochou. Don't you find it strange that the sword falling from the sky nailed Wu Fan to Langya Mountain. Isn't that the Wu family's sword?"

"From the beginning to the end, the sword demon Dugu is an innocent person who is being used."

"Wu Shan never liked him."

"When Dugu appeared in the world and the sword path was invincible, Wu Shan left Langya Sword Tomb and deliberately met Dugu. His original intention was to lead Dugu's sword to kill Wu Mochou."

"I just didn't think she was killed by Wu Mochou first."

"Then the sword demon Dugu learned the truth, so the sword was unsheathed and washed away the Langya sword tomb. In the battle of Langya sword tomb, Dugu seriously injured Wu Mochou, but he escaped. After all, Gudu really liked Wu Fan. The sword "Chunkai" broke into a battle with Wu Mochou. Later, he took Wu Fan's "Far Mountain Dai" to Chongdao on the coast of the East China Sea to establish the Sword Demon City."

A series of truths were like the sharpest sword in the world. One sword after another cut into Wu Jian's heart, directly knocking him to the darkness and nothing could be seen in front of him.

Only darkness remains.

The darkness of light will never be seen.

Wang Huanran looked at Wu Jian who was sank on the ground and sighed heavily, saying, "Wu Fan was destroyed by Wu Mochou back then, and everyone in the Wu family of Langya Sword Tomb turned a blind eye. After all, they needed Wu Mochou's sword to keep the Langya Sword Tomb brilliant, but my wife was unwilling to give up. But what's the use?"

"So she died too. On the night you were born, she finally couldn't stand this blow and became crazy. Later, one day she disappeared. Then the Wu family asked me to get the body, and they bullied me, a scholar, and they didn't understand."

"The truth in books is huge. How can I not know if I read all the books in the world? My wife did not die in the water, but was strangled to death and drowned alive."

"However, I dare not speak out. I am just a scholar without any power. I am said to be from the Wang family of Langya, but in fact I have no bloodline of the Wang family. Even if I am a direct descendant of the Wang family, I dare not beat the Langya Sword Tomb at that time."

"So I've always hated you."

Wang Huanran stood up, carried his book, walked towards the thick fog, and his voice drifted with the wind: "I am not your father, my wife is not your mother, Wu Fan is not your sister, you mother, Wu Mochou is your father."

"From the beginning to the end, I don't agree with you."

"So, you and I are just passers-by from now on, and the world is very big, and I hope there will be no more meeting."

"Goodbye, take care of it."

The scholar walked into the thick fog and only the sad and loud singing came:

A book, a word, a heart of sorrow, a little bit of starlight; a long song, a long regret, a long thought, a pot of brewing; a sadness, joy and a passing through the intestines, a wind, rain and impermanence; a fallen flowers and waters pass away, and the green air is in a foreign land...

It is getting farther and silent.

Wu Jian couldn't hear or see, and was still in darkness.

When all persistence shatters in an instant, when you discover your existence is a joke or a satire, no matter how strong a person is, he will fall into darkness.

Wu Jian lost his direction.

All previous efforts seemed so ridiculous.

In front of Wu Jian, another Wu Jian appeared, and a very old-fashioned Wu Jian.

Who are you?

Am I Wu Jian?

Who is Wu Jian?

have no idea.

What are you doing?

On the shore of Yuanyang Lake outside Jiaxing County.

What are you going to do?

Kill Li Ruyu.

Why, what's the point?

...

Wu Jian seemed to be facing another self, but he couldn't answer.

When Li Ruyu looked at this scene, he had to say that human things are always more bloody than stories, and he never expected to witness this bloody scene with his own eyes.

Somewhat pitiful Wu Jian.
To be continued...