LRAB Chapter 40 Inside Xingyun Manor, ties are severed, and questions are raised.
Chapter 40 Inside Xingyun Manor, ties are severed, and questions are raised.
Li Xunhuan's haggard face was covered with a visible layer of fatigue. The fine wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, the dark circles under his eyes, and his graying temples all spoke of the torment in his heart.
Those eyes, once like a clear blue pool, are now filled with a broken, heartbreaking pain.
Sorrow? Grief?
Both of those emotions had long since left him, leaving only pain.
In the past, Tie Chuanjia was always there to accompany him and help him alleviate his pain.
However, Tie Chuanjia had previously been approached by the "Eight Righteous Men of the Central Plains"—
In the past, Weng Tianjie relied on his generosity and philanthropy to build a great reputation in the underworld. He had friends everywhere and connections in every place, earning him the nickname "righteous and chivalrous".
But he did not have the corresponding wealth!
Therefore, the Six Doors suspected that Weng Tianjie was actually a notorious bandit, and secretly sent Tie Chuanjia as an undercover agent to find evidence of Weng Tianjie's crimes.
Weng Tianjie was indeed a notorious thief who had committed countless bloody crimes. After Tie Chuanjia found the evidence, he readily admitted to the crime.
Despite committing numerous evil deeds, Weng Tianjie placed great importance on loyalty and treated his friends like family, regardless of their status. He was always generous and willing to pay any price for anyone's request. Naturally, Tie Chuanjia was also moved by Weng Tianjie's kindness.
In order to protect Weng Tianjie's reputation, he took Weng Tianjie's death upon himself. He was chased by Weng Tianjie's wife and seven sworn brothers. After jumping off a cliff, he was rescued by the Li family father and son and became a servant of the Li family, always following Li Xunhuan.
He had been hiding on the border for more than ten years without any trouble, but as soon as he arrived in the Central Plains, the Eight Heroes of the Central Plains came knocking on his door!
However, Tie Chuanjia was a stubborn person; otherwise, he could not have mastered the arduous skill of Iron Shirt to such a high level. He chose to take responsibility for Weng Tianjie's affairs instead of using Iron Shirt and chose to die at the hands of the Eight Righteous Men of the Central Plains.
Li Xunhuan's deep eyes reflected Long Xiaoyun's sorrowful face and venomous gaze. He coughed violently, as if he wanted to cough up his lungs, the force so great that he couldn't help but shed tears. "Brother, are you... doubting me?"
He smiled bitterly, "But why did I kill Xiaoyun?"
"Fine, fine," he coughed twice more, then gagged, "I'm right here, kill me!"
Long Xiaoyun didn't speak. He just quietly looked at Li Xunhuan, tears streaming down his face. His hands, resting on his knees, clenched and unclenched repeatedly, finally letting out a sigh of regret.
"You're my brother!"
"But why did you come back?"
"Why!"
"Yes, why should I come back?" Li Xunhuan leaned back in his chair, his face full of confusion and embarrassment.
This is his home, his last remaining family members are here, why can't he come back?
In the small inner study, the sworn brothers who had once vowed to live and die together were both in pain and embarrassed, not daring to look at each other, and even more unable to understand why.
There were no heated arguments, only unbearable torment.
The sound of hurried footsteps broke the tomb-like silence, and the butler's respectful voice was tinged with panting, "Master, Wei Wu has arrived!"
crunch--
The door was opened.
A strong smell of alcohol hit the air, but even faster than the smell was Long Xiaoyun's ferocious face:
Where is he?
"lobby!"
……
Inside the front hall, Wei Wu stood with his hands behind his back, admiring the layout of the main hall.
The exquisitely crafted screen, the hanging scrolls of famous paintings, the two well-maintained pine trees, the finely crafted rosewood tables and chairs, and the two coffins placed prominently in the center.
One big and one small.
The large coffin cost a fortune, made of the finest golden nanmu wood, and lined with the finest Shu brocade. Below it were incense pouches to mask the stench of the corpse, which were changed daily. Lying inside was none other than Long Xiaoyun, the young master of Xingyun Manor.
The small coffin wasn't bad, but everything is afraid of comparison. With Long Xiaoyun next to her, Qin Xiaoyi's face looked even uglier.
Fortunately, Wei Wu didn't need to be mindful of their opinions.
He stood with his hands behind his back, relaxed and at ease.
This was his second time in the front hall. The last time he came, it was when Long Xiaoyun asked him to protect Long Xiaoyun as she ventured into the martial world.
The three of them set off together, returned in batches, and are now gathered in the lobby again.
If you ignore the already horribly disfigured faces of the two people in the coffin, it can be considered a "perfect ending".
Many experts gathered in the hall, but not one of them was not surprised. They didn't even dare to glance at Wei Wu anymore.
Just moments ago, as they gathered menacingly, intending to use their numbers to demand justice for Qin Xiaoyi, they saw Qin Xiaoyi's son, Qin Chong, kneeling and kowtowing before his father's coffin. The sound was so loud it made one wonder if the blue bricks could withstand it. But something even more suspicious happened—
"Father, I have no way to repay your kindness in giving me life and raising me. I should have killed my enemy with my own hands, but Wei Wu has already surpassed the number one weapon on the weapon ranking list, the 'Heavenly Secret Staff,' and I am powerless to take revenge."
For the sake of the Qin family line, I've decided that we must sever all ties first. I will return to my hometown, marry, and have children. Once I have offspring, I will seek revenge against Wei Wu!
Qin Chong chickened out!
Even if from today onwards, the martial arts world will only spit on and despise Qin Zhong, the "Jade-Faced Divine Fist," Qin Zhong will not be able to muster the will to seek revenge.
He would do anything without hesitation if there was even the slightest chance of success.
But this matter was a certain death sentence, and Qin Zhong was ultimately afraid.
Fortunately, the people of the martial arts world didn't care whether Qin Chong sought revenge or not; they were more concerned with whether Wei Wu had truly defeated the "Heavenly Secret Staff."
it is true!
Whether it was the Shaolin monks, Xue Yingzi, or anyone else, without exception, they all nodded.
However, when they talked about the fight between the two sides, there seemed to be a lingering sense of disbelief on their faces. Wei Wu had interrupted Sun Baifa's Heavenly Secret Staff in just one move!
Even those who witnessed it firsthand thought it was a fantasy, let alone those who were just listening to the news.
It wasn't until the old man of the Heavenly Secrets, Sun Baifa, personally stepped forward to admit the matter and then said he was going to retire from the martial arts world that people in the martial arts world reluctantly believed it.
They looked at Wei Wu with a mixture of respect and awe.
Wei Wu looked at the rapidly increasing fame value on the panel and pondered something.
If it's about dissemination by scale, then with only this one small hall, there shouldn't be so many more. So, fame is not only dependent on the identity and requirements of the audience?
It seems he can't just bury himself in his work anymore; he'll have to join in the fun too.
Just then.
Long Xiaoyun dragged Li Xunhuan into the hall and shouted loudly through the crowd:
"Where is Cao Cao?!"
The moment the sound rang out, the entire hall fell silent, with only the echo of those four words lingering in the air.
The crowd parted to make way for Long Xiaoyun and Li Xunhuan, allowing them to see Wei Wu on the other side.
Compared to their pain and haggard appearance, Wei Wu looked increasingly spirited and confident, exuding more composure and self-assurance than before.
The two fell silent.
Remaining silent.
Long Xiaoyun released Li Xunhuan's hand, took a few steps to Wei Wu, but then bypassed him, placing his hands on Long Xiaoyun's coffin. His loving eyes flickered with pain and struggle. He took a deep breath of air that would cause most people to convulse and vomit. He turned around, his face extremely pale, and forced himself to speak through immense grief:
"Mr. Wei, my brother says you poisoned Xiaoyun. Is that true?"