The teenager Hong Hui buried the young couple in the back mountain.

The streamlined Pheasant Youyuan Knife that was originally carried behind him was gone, and it was replaced by the swaddling clothes of the child left by the Baiyun Swordsman and his wife.

He sat on the stone in front of the tombstone and threw the paper money into the fire one after another, the blinding blue flames in the soft spring sun.

He threw the last wad of paper money into the fire, and, glancing at the sleeping baby on his back, he swore to the tombstone with one hand to the sky:

I, the lightning sword, Hong Hui, swear to the spirit of your husband and wife in the sky, if I don't treat this child as my own flesh and blood, I will die with ten thousand arrows through my heart.

It was because Hong Hui vowed to treat Jing Zhaomei as his own flesh and blood, so when he taught him martial arts in the following days, he would be so harsh and ruthless.

Because after a hundred master duels, he clearly knows the rules of survival of Jianghu people, either you kill others, or you are killed by others.

Jing Zhaomei seemed to have suddenly woken up from his sleep, looked at Lan Yutang who was standing there with Shi Shiran holding the jade flute, sneered slightly, and said in a deep voice:

Hmph, this is the illusion created by your Immortal Jade Xiao Huang Night Fantasy, it's really powerful, but I will never be confused by your Xiao sound.

Don't forget, you taught me the green silk silver qin, although the functions of the flute are different, but all the rhythmic notes are the same.

Through the moves of the green silk silver qin, I have figured out the deadly tricks created by your flute sound, just as a person will never be fascinated by his own flute sound.

Lan Yutang put the flute in his hand, put it behind him, and said slowly: Here, what I want to tell you is that the scenes you saw just now are not hallucinations, but cherish the true memories in your heart.

And my Xiao Sheng, just digging these memories out of the depths of your memory, I want you to know how ridiculous your hatred of Hong Hui is.

Jing Zhaomei shook suddenly, and then, his body shrank suddenly, and he knelt on the ground, knelt in the sewage, holding his head with both hands, and muttered:

So, at that time, Lightning Knife Hong Hui didn't think about killing my biological father Jing Yunfei, he originally wanted to let them go after defeating him.

It's just that my father was unwilling to be defeated like this, so he wanted to take the opportunity to sneak attack Hong Hui when he turned around and left to relax, but as a result, he was accidentally injured by my mother.

And my mother committed suicide because of guilt, and I was martyred with my father, but I have been misunderstanding the lightning knife Honghui for so many years.

At this point, his muttering had turned into loud self-reproach and guilt, and with his head in his hands, he shouted wildly towards the stormy sky:

No...... No...... No...... It's not like that, it's all just a fantasy you made up with the sound of the immortal flute, and you're deliberately lying to me.

Lan Yutang said: Actually, you understand that what I just said is the truth, I didn't lie to you at all, you just lied to yourself.

Because tonight, you personally created such a huge conspiracy, destroyed the Hongmen in one fell swoop, and killed the teacher who had raised you for many years.

If you admit this fact, then you will not be able to forgive yourself for the mistake of deceiving your teachers and destroying your ancestors.

Speaking of this, Lan Yutang knocked one end of the immortal jade flute, which was as red as blood and as gorgeous as a rose, on the green silk silver qin erected in the middle of them, and said slowly:

I told you a long time ago that the reason why I wanted to teach you the green silk silver qin was not to let you kill people and take revenge, but to use the sound of the piano and the forgiveness of the goddess of Lyra to wash away all the hatred accumulated in your heart.

However, in the end, you still did not remember what I told you to commit such a sin as you do today.

The reason why you refuse to admit that the scenes you just saw are real, because you can't forgive you for the series of conspiracies you carried out against Lightning Knife Honghui tonight, and you can't forgive you for the series of tragic murders you carried out against him, you are blaming yourself and evading.

In fact, just now after you knew the truth of all these facts, deep down in your heart, all your hatred for Lightning Knife Honghui has been eliminated.

Now, all you hate is the lightning knife Honghui who killed your biological parents, but yourself, and you can't forgive yourself at all.

Speaking of this, Lan Yutang sighed slightly, and his slightly stretched brows suddenly wrinkled again, as if he had fallen into some kind of painful memory, and said:

Actually, I understand your suffering, and I understand your inner feelings at this moment, although I have never hated others, I have not misunderstood others, but I have always been misunderstood and hated.

Speaking of this, his voice suddenly raised, and he said in a deep voice: Since this is the case, then, now I will let you see what you really think in your heart.

Look, Phoenix Night Messay.

The sound of the flute continued to spread in the boundless night rain and the endless forest of death, like clouds drifting from distant mountains to obscure the sunlight on the edge of the sky.

The sound of the flute pervaded, enveloping the entire forest of death, like the morning mist of the morning with dewdrops lingering in the forest from the morning mist of the early winter morning.

And those rainstorms like falling flowers poured down with the power of thunder, hitting Jing Zhaomei's stunned nerves and washing away his fragile heart.

In an instant, the originally soft and long sound of the flute suddenly turned into a long thread that was constantly stretching and extending in Jing Zhaomei's mind......

It stretches all the way back to ten years ago.

Oh no, it was fifteen years ago.

It was the fifth year that he Jing Zhaomei had been adopted by Lightning Knife Hong Hui after entering the Hongmen.

At that time, he was just five years old.

I don't know if it's because he lost his parents and didn't have a mother to take care of him since he was a child, or because the training of Lightning Knife Honghui was too cruel, five-year-old Jing Zhaomei's health has not been very good.

That day, oh, also like today, and like now, the rain poured down, and the boundless night, and the boundless showers overturned the whole Hongmen,

Thunder roared, and the flood churned.

Jing Zhaomei suddenly had a high fever that did not go away.

Jing Zhaomei was lying on the bed, burned in a daze, his hands were tightly grasping the sheets, grasping the hand of the lightning knife Hong Hui who was stretched out from the sheets, and kept shouting:

Master...... Dad...... Master...... Dad...... Master...... Dad...... Master...... Dad...... Master...... Dad......

In Jing Zhaomei's memory, Daddy and Master were originally the same person.

Although he felt that the master was cruel and harsh, and the father was kind and kind, when he suddenly became a father in a daze, what he remembered in his head was still the serious face of the master.

It wasn't until that time that he knew that he couldn't do without his master.

During the days when Jing Zhaomei was seriously ill, the master who was originally harsh and strict with him was almost ruthless, drove away all his subordinates, and personally knelt down by the bedside to take care of Jing Zhaomei.

Because he doesn't worry about others.

He was afraid that others would not take good care of Jing Zhaomei.

Hong Hui walked behind the door, soaked the towel in the basin, then fished it out, wrung the water clean, and kept wiping Jing Zhaomei's hot forehead.

While wiping, he shouted softly: Mei'er...... Mei'er, you have to cheer up, you will definitely get better, Mei'er...... Don't be afraid, with the master and the father, you will definitely get better,

When you get better, the master will never force you to practice again, Daddy will definitely make you the best piano in the world, let you play happily, you must get better.