Taking Advantage of Others [Rebirth]

After He Zhufeng said this, he refused to mention it again. He walked to Zhang Xiuyuan's bed, lowered his eyes to look at him, and asked softly: "Now you can tell me why you did this. It's okay."

Zhang Xiuyuan ignored him, Gao Yi frowned, not knowing what to do.

"Okay, you don't want to say it." He Zhufeng sighed, "Then let me ask you, do you know what you did wrong?"

Zhang Xiuyuan really sneered, raised his eyebrows and asked, "What's wrong with me?"

He Zhufeng: "You killed so many people—"

Zhang Xiuyuan asked back: "Who said killing people is wrong?"

He Zhufeng paused, and for a moment, he seemed not to know how to continue talking to Zhang Xiuyuan.

He thought it was wrong to kill someone, but Zhang Xiuyuan obviously didn't think it was wrong to kill someone.

"The strong prey on the weak." Zhang Xiuyuan said, "What's wrong?"

He Zhufeng remained silent.

It was only then that he realized that Zhang Xiuyuan's ideas were far from his own, and they had been going against each other for so long, but he never found out.

"Brother." Gao Yi was a little puzzled, and couldn't help but said, "Master never taught you and me—"

"He didn't teach it, but so what if he didn't teach it?" Zhang Xiuyuan said coldly, "This is the way of the world. The law of the jungle preys on the strong, and only the strongest can survive."

Everything that has happened around him for so many years is telling him this truth, only the strong can survive in the world, and everyone only wants to depend on the strong.

If he is the strongest, he no longer has to be restricted by the rules of the arena, and even... other people will take the initiative to attach to him.

But He Zhufeng frowned, and said: "Xiuyuan, I won't argue with you about these things."

He knows Zhang Xiuyuan's temper, if Zhang Xiuyuan has confirmed this matter, then it will be useless for him to say more, he can only wait for Zhang Xiuyuan to find out his mistake, but... the matter between them, today It should be over.

He Zhufeng took a deep breath.

He didn't seem to know what to say to Zhang Xiuyuan, he just said dryly, "I will take good care of your mother."

Of course Zhang Xiuyuan knew what he was going to do.

He laughed and asked in a low voice: "Master, are you finally going to do it?"

He Zhufeng couldn't say it.

How could he say such words out of his mouth.

Zhang Xiuyuan was only ten years old when he came to him, and He Zhufeng himself was only in his twenties at that time. He had not been the head of the Lingkong sect for long, and he still didn't understand the twists and turns of the river and lake, and he acted very unsafely , if he had to say it himself, he felt that he was not qualified to accept disciples.

But his senior sister brought her two sons to beg him, saying that their father had been ridiculed by fellow Jiang Hu, and if they didn't have a master with outstanding status and strength, they would definitely be bullied when they walked in the Jiang Hu .

Although He Zhufeng didn't think it would be like this, but he saw that his senior sister was worried about this matter for days, so in order to reassure his senior sister, he agreed to this matter and brought Zhang Xiuyuan and Zhang Xiuming with him to take care of him.

But how could he take care of such a small child?No matter how well-behaved a child is, he is not worrying when he is young. Zhang Xiuyuan was smart when he was young, but he was a little naughty. Zhang Xiuming didn't like to talk, and he would do whatever his brother told him to do. Less punishment, but two years later, Gao Yi also came. Gao Yi was sensible early, and he hardly gave He Zhufeng a headache. He Zhufeng was always soft-spoken to him.At that time, the three of them almost made He Zhufeng flustered, but after so many years, thinking of those years later, it was hard to say nostalgia.

Although his senior sister was in the same school as him, she said that she could not influence the children to practice martial arts, and would come to see them every few days. He Zhufeng thought that Zhang Xiuyuan should be the closest to him in terms of feelings, but he didn't know Zhang Xiuyuan later Why do you want to poison him, let alone understand what is going on with all this.

He also really couldn't do it.

The morality he upholds was struggling with his emotions. He slowly eased the Lingfeng sword from his waist, put it on the table, and looked up at Zhang Xiuyuan who was leaning on the bedside, feeling that Zhang Xiuyuan was running around with Feng Yunjun these days He has lost some weight, and thinking about the past when he sent Zhang Xiuyuan out on errands, when Zhang Xiuyuan came back, he would always order the cook at the door to prepare some nutritious food to replenish what he had lost, but Feng Yunjun probably wouldn't do this wait for him.

He Zhufeng shook his head. At this moment, he couldn't stop thinking wildly. He couldn't help but look up at Zhang Xiuyuan again, and asked softly, "Did you ever hate me?"

If you don't hate him, why do you want to poison him?

Zhang Xiuyuan didn't speak.

He Zhufeng asked him again: "All these years, have I ever treated you badly?"

At this time Zhang Xiuyuan shook his head and said softly: "Master has always treated me very well."

"Okay." He Zhufeng said, "At least you still recognize me as a master."

He finally picked up the sword, suppressed the emotions in his heart, and walked up to Zhang Xiuyuan with the sword.

Gao Yi stretched out his hand to pull him, a little anxiously, calling: "Master, think again..."

He Zhufeng pushed Gao Yi's hand away.

He couldn't bear to part with Zhang Xiuyuan, and he couldn't bear to confront his disciples with swords, but a mistake was a mistake, and if he made a mistake, he should be punished, even if it was his beloved disciple.

He said to Zhang Xiuyuan: "You have joined forces with evil ways, killed innocent people indiscriminately, and committed serious crimes. You should be punished as usual."

He said these few words in a calm tone, and then asked Zhang Xiuyuan: "Have you pleaded guilty?"

Zhang Xiuyuan looked at him, and what he recalled vaguely was that he and his younger brother burned his uncle's beard with fire. The master was so angry that he made the two of them kneel in the study with a ruler and a door rule. Read the article to them, and then ask them, you have pleaded guilty.

At that time, He Zhufeng was still a well-known Lingfeng swordsman, his brows were full of vigor, making them kneel for half a night, but his heart ached, he hugged them on the bed, took ointment and rubbed their bruised knees.

The memories in my mind gradually overlapped with the scene in front of me, but He Zhufeng's eyes had some fine lines, and his temples were even more frosty. He was poisoned, and the blue clouds turned into white snow just now. It was his fault, Zhang Xiuyuan He opened his lips, felt his voice choked for some reason, lowered his head and said softly: "Yes."

He Zhufeng held the Lingfeng sword, looked down at him, and said in an irrefutable way: "Kneel down."

Gao Yi said in a low voice: "Senior brother has injuries..."

He paused and swallowed the second half of the sentence.

If the master wants to enforce the rules, he wants to kill Zhang Xiuyuan with his own hands, so what difference does it make if he is injured or not?

Sure enough, Zhang Xiuyuan got up slowly, clutching his chest, coughing unbearably with a slight movement, Gao Yi couldn't bear it, reached out to help him get out of bed, and watched him kneeling in front of He Zhufeng, he gritted his teeth and turned around, and also said to He Zhufeng. Zhufeng knelt down, and said: "Master, if senior brother realizes his mistake..."

He Zhufeng asked him back: "You heard what Young Master Shen said that day."

If he didn't kill Zhang Xiuyuan, how would he explain to those who died in Zhang Xiuyuan's hands.

Gao Yi closed his mouth, still knelt beside Zhang Xiuyuan, just muttered repeatedly: "Yes, I know."

He Zhufeng drew his sword.

He has been learning swords since he was five years old, and he has been a well-known swordsman for nearly 30 years now. When he raised his sword for the first time, his hands were shaking like chaff, and he looked down at Zhang Xiuyuan, but he seemed to be unable to see enough. No matter how you stab it, you can't go on.

But then, he saw Zhang Xiuyuan raised his head, his eyes looked longingly and admiringly, at this moment, Zhang Xiuyuan smiled at him, and said: "Master, I know what kind of person you are. "

He Zhufeng was startled, thinking that Zhang Xiuyuan was betting that he would not make it, and that he would survive this time, and was about to speak, but Zhang Xiuyuan continued.

"If you kill me tonight." Zhang Xiuyuan said, "I'm afraid you will blame yourself for the rest of your life, thinking that all this is your fault."

He Zhufeng frowned slightly.

"It's not your fault." Zhang Xiuyuan lowered his voice, "You didn't know anything in the first place."

He thought, he is really a very jealous person.

When he was young, he was jealous that He Zhufeng never scolded Gao Yi, although he knew it was because Gao Yi never caused trouble and made mistakes.Later, he was even jealous of Zhang Xiuming, because he was younger than himself and he didn't like to talk, so He Zhufeng would devote more attention to taking care of him. He once thought that if he worked hard enough, he could win He Zhufeng's favor , but He Zhufeng is indeed impartial, and treats every disciple like that.

His mother's behavior made him think that everyone only wanted to rely on the strong, and he wanted to be stronger than He Zhufeng... He also hoped that one day, Master would be able to rely on him.

He closed his eyes, thinking that the time he was closest to this dirty idea these years was when he poisoned He Zhufeng.

At least at that time, He Zhufeng couldn't do without him.

Inseparable from his medicine.

willingly attached to him.

……

Zhang Xiuyuan opened his eyes.

He Zhufeng's sword was still facing him, the hand holding the sword was shaking, and the sword edge refracted the candlelight onto his face, which was too dazzling, so Zhang Xiuyuan stretched out his hand without thinking, and held He Zhufeng's sword Ling Fengjian was held in his hand.

This sword is a treasure that cuts iron like mud. As soon as his palm touched the edge of the sword, blood flowed down his elbow, dripping to the ground. He Zhufeng was stunned for a moment I don't know what Zhang Xiuyuan is going to do, he wants to draw his sword back, but Zhang Xiuyuan grips the blade extremely tightly, he dare not use force, for fear of cutting off Zhang Xiuyuan's hand, then he looks down at the blood, the bright red shakes him His eyes were dizzy, his hands shook even more, and Zhang Xiuyuan smiled wryly in a low voice, and said, "Master, I still don't want to part with it."

After he said this sentence, He Zhufeng felt the sword in his hand was slightly lifted by Zhang Xiuyuan, He Zhufeng couldn't help but frowned and looked at him, and asked: "Xiuyuan, you—"

Before he could finish his sentence, Zhang Xiuyuan interrupted him.

"Your hands shouldn't be stained with the unclean blood of my traitor." Zhang Xiuyuan whispered, "I don't want you to remember this kind of thing for the rest of your life."

He Zhufeng's heart began to beat suddenly. He pressed the sword in his hand, but his throat seemed to be blocked, and he couldn't say a word.

"You are different from us." Zhang Xiuyuan pressed the tip of his sword to his chest, and his heart was beating very fast, following the Lingfeng sword, it seemed to be passed back to He Zhufeng like this hand.

"You are Gufeng Baixue."

He whispered softly, but when he exerted force suddenly, he felt a sharp pain, as if the point of the sword had pierced into his chest.

"Should not be stained with common customs."