The villain's guide to throwing blame

He took a step forward and trotted to keep up with the youth's pace, as if he had expected it, he didn't ask anything, he just quietly listened to Ling Mocheng's fast speaking.

"The incident happened suddenly, and the outside world changed. Five sects and thirteen sects suddenly led people to appear under Ling Xuefeng, saying that our Ling family is a demon sect hiding in the fairy gate, and we want to wipe out the remnants of the demon way."

"Now my father has gathered all the clansmen in the back mountain. If something goes wrong, I will send you all out first."

"Now big brother will take you to a place to hide first. If nothing happens, big brother will bring you out later. If there is any change..."

The young man's footsteps stopped suddenly, he turned around, looked at his younger brother who was only as tall as his waist, pressed his shoulders, and said word by word: "If there is any change, no matter what you see, don't come out. ,Did you hear it?"

Looking at Ling Mocheng's heavy eyes, Feng Ling opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything, so he could only nod his head with difficulty.

Seeing his younger brother's obedience at the critical moment, Ling Mocheng heaved a sigh of relief, and led him to run straight to the west mountain.

When he arrived at the place, Feng Ling saw Ling Shiyuan waiting there anxiously. He was relieved when he saw them coming, stepped forward with big strides, hugged his youngest son, turned his head to look at the young man and said: "Did you meet anyone else on the road?"

The young man shook his head, his usual cold expression was full of complexities at this time, he lowered his head and looked at his young brother who was obediently holding his father's hand, watching them without saying a word, the always noisy person became Surprisingly quiet, obviously aware of something,

"Father, I..."

"Mo Cheng," as if he knew what the young man was going to say, Ling Shiyuan raised his hand and pressed it on the elder son's shoulder. Knowing what you're going to say, I disagree."

"But!" The eldest son of the Ling family, who had always been calm, was like a beast driven to the end, and couldn't help but reveal the anxiety and panic hidden under his skin.

"No, but, Mo Cheng, listen to me." The father put his hand on the young man's shoulder, and patted him lightly twice. The strength of his hand was very light, and it was not as strict as the head of the Ling family in the past. An elderly father, tired and hopeful, pressed his proud eldest son on the shoulder, and tightly hugged his younger son's hand.

Feng Ling watched this scene silently, somehow felt that the summer night wind had become icy cold, the rustling wind chimes of the whole clan seemed to be laughing at something.

It has been so many years, and no one in the world of cultivating immortals has ascended. Obviously, so many people have seen with their own eyes that the sword master smashed the sky ladder, and the shattered void gradually disappeared. The truth of being unable to ascend was laid out in front of everyone. .

However, these all chose to deceive themselves and others in unison.

He deluded himself into believing that if he obtained the peerless skill of Lingshan Cave Mansion, he would definitely be able to stir up the decline of the cultivation world, break through the invisible shackles, and shatter the void.

The sword master Ling Jinglan, who was hated and gritted his teeth, has become the salvation in the hearts of this group of people. There is no one else, because Ling Jinglan is the last one in the world who can be found out, and he only has to raise his own one. A monk who can fly with his feet.

The Ling family was also targeted for this reason, for the legendary sword master's skills that they didn't even know existed.

How ridiculous.

Feng Ling thought about this almost indifferently, but the three of them, who were now facing the danger of genocide, still walked on the way they had already planned.

"My Ling family, we cannot escape this difficulty today, but we must not be wiped out today! I can stay, but Mo Cheng, besides being for the family, you have a more important mission," Ling Shiyuan held his son's shoulders, his eyes deep And heavy, he put all kinds of entrustments in it, "Take care of your brother, and take care of Mo Zheng."

Every sentence sounded like a father's ordinary selfishness, but the last sentence was intentionally emphasized. He looked at the silent little son who was hugging him in his arms, as if he was hiding some other reason.

Ling Mocheng, who originally wanted to open his mouth to say something, also closed his mouth, clenched his teeth, and nodded with difficulty, indicating that he understood.

At this moment, Feng Ling, who was watching coldly, had some weird thoughts.

This does not seem to be entirely a decision made out of family affection and selfishness. What Ling Shiyuan told his elder brother may not have a deeper meaning, and perhaps the most correct way is to interpret it literally.

To the Ling family, Ling Mozheng is not only the second son of the direct lineage, but also another very important existence in the entire Ling family, although he still doesn't know the final answer.

And this answer may also be the root cause of the Ling family's troubles, and the reason why they refused to reveal a word.

The young master Feng, an outsider, is still stretching his thoughts here and there, while on this side of the illusion, the father and son of the Ling family are still making the most difficult and painful farewell in their lives.

"Go from the teleportation array hidden in the forbidden area, you know how to go to Feng's house, Feng Changming will meet you there." Ling Shiyuan took off the storage ring from his hand, put it in the hand of the eldest son, and finally touched Touching Feng Ling's head, the reluctance and regret from his father were deeply revealed in his eyes.

"Father can't teach you the next set of sword moves. Maybe in the future, Mo Zheng won't be able to learn the Ling family's skills anymore. Father doesn't ask for your future. He only hopes that my sons can live a good life. That's enough." Ling Shiyuan took a deep breath, and his majestic father suddenly collapsed like a mountain, stepped forward and hugged them tightly, then pushed them out.

"Go! Don't look back, leave Lingxue Pavilion, the sooner the better."

Feng Ling froze suddenly when he heard his father's name from Ling Shiyuan's mouth just now. He had already realized what the background of the fantasy environment he was in was.

It was the time period when the Ling Xuege Ling Clan, which was regarded as the Demon Sect, was exterminated in a catastrophe decades ago.

And the owner of this memory may obviously be the last surviving descendant of the Ling family.

And that begs another question, why is he seeing this?

He vaguely remembered that before he fell into the illusion, he had just synthesized the fragments of the Blood Night Styx into a complete exercise, and then he lost consciousness. When he got here, he became Ling Mozheng and experienced Ling Mozheng's past.

There is no doubt that the Blood Night Styx Scroll is a skill of the Ling family, but whether it is a magic skill or not, judging from the current situation, it is obviously subject to discussion, because no one in the Ling family practiced this skill at all. No one even knows the existence of this exercise except for Yimai.

So now at least a few pieces of news can be confirmed. The Blood Night Styx scroll is indeed from the Ling family, and the Ling family is indeed the descendant of Ling Jinglan a hundred years ago, and has retained the skills left by the sword master back then. Fa, and attracted the coveted eyes of other sects, the Feng family may not only have not participated in the crusade, but even extended a helping hand to the Ling family.

I just don't know why the two brothers didn't go to Feng's house in the end, or maybe there was something his father didn't tell him.

Feng Ling suddenly had some rather vague and absurd guesses.

But he didn't have a chance to think about it now, because the elder brother who had just taken him to escape several mountains suddenly put him down and stuffed him into a cave, ready to turn around and go back to die.