Chasing brother for thousands of miles

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Wen Yusi's face darkened, and he waved his sleeves to scold Wen Wuyi for talking nonsense, but some guests stepped forward and interrupted them, clasping their hands one by one, forcing him to suppress the anger on his face.

The head of the White Sword Sect, Li Feifan, stroked his beard, laughed and sighed: "Patriarch Wen is in his prime, and unexpectedly he has the intention of retiring. This kind of realm is beyond the reach of ordinary people like me. I admire it very much. "

As soon as he finished speaking, all kinds of chivalrous men and women beside him also echoed. Some praised Wen Yusi for thinking clearly and dared to let go.

Regardless of whether everyone had any doubts in their hearts, at least on the surface they were all happy and harmonious, and the atmosphere seemed to be quite good.

Wen Wuyi smiled, showing humility that he didn't dare, but his eyes passed over his father indifferently, as if he couldn't see the storm that was rapidly gathering in his eyes.

Seeing that there were still people coming one after another, the Wen family was as noisy as a market for a while, and Wen Yusi also understood that the current situation was not under his control. Although he was very angry in his heart, after all, he had been in the world for many years, and he was not an idle person .

He followed the trend, without revealing any flaws, personally led everyone into the hall, and even ordered those servants who had stopped obeying his command to serve tea to the guests without changing their expressions, and chatted with the guests. Express your heart.

Seeing him so calm, Wen Wuyi felt more and more unhappy, and couldn't help but think, could it be that his father wouldn't even take a second look at him at this time, even when he had committed such rebellious things?

There were too many expectations in my heart, so that the disappointment came overwhelming in an instant, drowning the last bit of desire, leaving only a piece of ashes.

Smiling sincerely and admiringly, Wen Wuyi stepped forward slowly, gestured to hold Wen Yusi's arm with one hand, and said in a caring voice that everyone could hear: "Father, if you are not in good health, don't stand there for so long , take your seat quickly."

Wen Yusi raised his eyebrows, and gave Wen Wuyi a calm look. This rebel, is he going to curse him to death? !Sure enough, as soon as Wen Wuyi said this, everyone looked sideways.

Someone asked suspiciously: "Patriarch Wen, what's wrong with you? Could it be that you were injured?" The rest of the people also asked, showing real or fake expressions of worry.

Wen Yusi sneered, thinking that his eldest son was really promising, and his acting skills had improved by leaps and bounds. Even if he was not a player in the game, but a spectator sitting in the hall, he would have to applaud his acting skills.But... I want to play with him, but I'm still a little tender.

He didn't refute, let Wen Wuyi support him with a gentle face, took advantage of the situation and sat down in the hall, put his hands on top of his back, slowly looked around the people in the hall, and waited until everyone's attention was attracted, he opened his mouth and said in a deep voice : "Wen is really ashamed to let you come here day and night for such a small matter of the Wen family. Thank you for your great love for Wen."

He spoke sincerely and naturally, as if he had really invited all the guests here, and none of the quacks noticed that something was wrong, so they responded with polite words one after another.

Seeing that his father seemed to have the intention of compromising, Wen Wuyi was secretly pleased, and took a step forward calmly, just about to say something, but Wen Yusi didn't give him this chance.

Sitting in the hall, the current Patriarch of the Wen family covered his face with his sleeves, coughed feignedly, and suddenly changed his tone of pain, "To tell you the truth, I did suffer a little injury."

As soon as this remark came out, everyone was in an uproar, even Wen Wuyi looked at Wen Yusi's words in surprise, as if wondering why he was so cooperative all of a sudden.

He faintly felt that something was wrong, but he didn't have time to stop his father who was well-known in martial arts from speaking.

"I just want to tell you that it is unfortunate that I am in the next family. This injury is caused by Nizi!" He suddenly waved his sleeves, pointed at Wen Wuyi who was standing beside him, and said mercilessly: "Although it is embarrassing, everyone accepts it!" All the invitations I received about the Wen family were sent by this son privately, and he, together with Mo Dao, wanted to force me to step down and become the head of the Wen family!"

Things took a turn for the worse, and father and son turned against each other. Although there are good shows to watch every day in the world, but not everyone can see the good plays of a century-old family like the Wen family.

Originally, the choice of the Wen family's successor was their own business, and they had never posted a post to the whole world before. This time, it was strange to post a post suddenly, and such a change could not have been expected.

Although all the people in Jianghu had expressions of surprise and disbelief, many of them had the mentality of watching a drama and watched the two accuse each other with great interest.

"Amitabha, is there such a thing? Patriarch Wen, your Excellency just said that Mr. Ling colluded with the Demon Sect. Could it be that the Demon Sect refers to the Purple Flame Sect? But remember, the Purple Flame Sect has abandoned evil and pursued good in recent years. The sect master and Zhao Nvxia couple are even more affectionate as husband and wife, and they travel around the world together, and the Ziyan sect has been without a master for a long time."

Huiyuan from Shaolin Temple clasped his hands together and apologized, then said doubtfully.

Wen Wuyi finally came to his senses, and said before Wen Yusi could speak: "The master is right." Then he turned his head, put on a mournful expression, and suddenly called out in a voice that made the listener sad and the listener cry One sentence, "Daddy, when will you wake up!"

After finishing speaking, he turned around and said to fellow martial artists with a sad face, "After my father was injured and poisoned, his mind was sometimes sober and sometimes not clear. This is the only way to resign as the head of the Wen family."

He spoke with a calm face, no matter how you looked at it, it didn't seem like he was doing anything. Wen Yusi and Wen Wuyi insisted on their own words.

Seeing Wen Wuyi's filial and affectionate face, he wanted to help Wen Yusi again, and only said: "Father, son, help you go down and rest. You just need to recover from your wounds. I will take care of the things here."

Wen Yusi couldn't help sneering. His son, in a corner he didn't notice, has developed a good ability like a chameleon. Unfortunately, he has always been mediocre in martial arts, and he is not lovable. He can't let him go Run amok.

Wen Yusi obviously didn't realize that those who are close to Zhu are red and those who are close to ink are black. His acting skills back then were absolutely comparable to Wen Wuyi's.

But now he just thinks, what is a mouthful, no matter how clever, he is not a storyteller or an actor, but martial arts is the kingly way.

He doesn't want to chatter with Wen Wuyi, as long as he takes the person down, he will naturally handle the rest. While thinking, Wen Yusi put his hands in his sleeves, and secretly went to buckle Wen Wuyi's veins. .

He was sure of this move, but he saw Wen Wuyi facing him, with his back to the guests, covering everyone's sight, and smiling sinisterly at himself.

He suddenly felt that his own son was so strange, so strange that it made people feel chills.

Then Wen Yusi suddenly realized that he didn't hallucinate that he was cold all over, but that he was really cold. His whole body began to tremble slightly, his eyes felt dizzy, his palms were weak, and finally he could only rest on the ground in vain. On Wen Wuyi's wrist.

In the eyes of outsiders, it seemed that he was leaning on his son weakly.

If he could see how bad his face was now, he would be even angrier.

"What did you do to me!" He wanted to transmit his voice into the secret, but he couldn't muster his inner strength, so he could only lower his voice as much as possible, so as not to let others peep at his ugly appearance.

Wen Wuyi bent down and approached him, his face was still worried, so innocent like a son worried about his father, but the words he said were extremely cold and desperate.

"You never thought that this would happen, daddy. In your own territory, in Wen's family, you would be plotted against. These years, you are still too arrogant. Do you like that "Phantom Music Book"? You Have you always wanted to practice to the tenth floor? Look through it every day, but you still have some experience?!"

"You!" Wen Yusi was furious. He thought about it. He was so careful with the clothes and bedding that he used to eat and wear. It was really puzzling, but he couldn't think of it. The poison was put on the secret book "Phantom Sound Book" handed down by the Wen family that he had to study every day.

It's hard for Wen Wuyi to come up with such a poisonous plan!

If it is said that Qi Xianbu has come up with such a situation, he still believes that even with Qi Xian's personality, he would disdain to use such a conspiracy. pit, but can not help jumping down!

Wait... Qixian's conspiracy?

"What's wrong with Patriarch Wen? His complexion is so bad. Could it be that he's really seriously injured?" Yu Wuyue of the Linbing faction couldn't help but ask when he saw the father and son muttering on the top and didn't know what they were doing.

"Miscalculation..." Wen Yusi suddenly swung Wen Wuyi away forcefully—although it was a futile move for the weak and weak him, it at least showed his position.

"This traitor actually poisoned Wen." He gave Wen Wuyi a resentful look, and said suddenly.

Wen Wuyi's complexion changed, Wen Yusi actually said such a shameful thing so openly, what did he want to do?Broken cans?

Wen Yusi's words also shocked the whole room.

Everyone's faces turned serious. In front of so many fellow Jianghu brothers, if it was just Wen's father and son who turned against each other, it might just be a good show.

But in front of so many people, he is going to kill his father with poison, that is a sensational thing. This person can do such a heartless thing now. If he takes control of the Wen family in the future, who knows what will happen in the martial arts world What a bloodbath!

"Well, you Wen Wuyi, you are so bold, do you think our room full of martial arts comrades is nothing?" A younger ranger stood up first, pointing at Wen Wuyi coldly.

As he stepped forward, everyone stood up one after another, showed their weapons, surrounded Wen Wuyi solemnly, and planned to take him down on the spot as soon as he made any changes.

Wen Wuyi's face became extremely ugly. Unexpectedly, Wen Yusi tried his best to reject this old face, and refused to pass on the Wen family to him.

What's wrong with him that made him look down on him so much? !

After coldly sweeping over the crowd, and finally fixing his eyes on Wen Yusi, Wen Wuyi suddenly showed an extremely ominous smile.

The resentment in his eyes could almost drip down, and penetrated deep into Wen Yusi's feet. Wen Wuyi smiled strangely, "You forced me, dad."

Then he turned to everyone, "Am I bold? Am I vicious? What kind of good do you think this dignified head of the Wen family is?"

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