Fairy, Please Let Me Explain

"Knock, knock, knock"

Di An, the inner courtyard of the Xiangfu.

A gentle knock on the door drifted away with the wind.

After a long silence, a steady middle-aged male voice came out from the door, without any emotional ups and downs:

"Come in."

Holding the news from Ximo tightly, Xu Changge pushed the door and walked in the moment he heard the voice.

The study was very quiet, the sun was shining on the dust, and the incense was curling on the low table in the corner. The middle-aged man in black robes sat behind the desk with his eyes downcast, reviewing the memorials and said slowly:

"What's the matter?"

Xu Changge walked to the desk, put the secret letter tightly held in his hand on the desk, and whispered:

"There is news from Ximo."

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Hearing this, Xu Yinhe paused in his pen and ink while reviewing the memorials, and the tip of the pen immediately smudged a little ink on the paper, but he did not raise his eyes or pick it up.

After a breath, his pen continued to flow, but the study suddenly became dead silent.

Xu Yinhe did not ask any questions, still lowering his eyes to review the memorial, but if you look closely, the handwriting he wrote has penetrated the back of the paper, leaving a slight dent on the table below.

Seeing this scene, Xu Changge gently lowered his eyes.

It has been two days since my uncle left with the Suspended Ring. There has been no news for two days. As a huge city with communication crystals, this time is a bit too long.

It’s not that my father doesn’t want to read it or ask it, but he doesn’t dare.

This powerful prime minister

doesn’t dare to read this memorial that concerns the life and death of his son.

“The Qi Flow Sea blocks the communication crystal.”

Xu Changge broke the silence in the study.

If a place produces too much source Qi fluctuations in a short period of time, it will form a Qi Flow Sea, which disturbs the source Qi of heaven and earth like a whirlpool and blocks all means of communication.

As Xu Changge finished speaking,

Although Xu Yinhe's figure remained motionless, and even his writing did not stop, Xu Changge could feel the relief from the bottom of his heart from his father in front of him.

Time passed by, and Xu Yinhe raised his eyes after reviewing the memorial in his hand, slowly leaned against the back of the chair behind him, staring at his eldest son in front of him, with a dignified look, and said word by word:

"Next time you speak, don't pause."

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Being stared at by his father like this, Xu Changge smiled:

"Yes, father, the Zhenxi Prefecture City was defended by Changtian."

Xu Yinhe snorted lightly, leaned against the back of the chair, clasped his hands in front of him, and said in a single voice:

"I won't read the letter. When the secret letter of the overview is sent to me, I will review it together. You can briefly tell me the content inside."

Xu Changge pondered for a moment and said softly:

"The director of Xizezhou rebelled."

"Mu Qing?"

"Yes."

"What a pity, was it Changtian who found and killed him?"

"Yes."

"Not bad."

Xu Yinhe nodded in approval, and said slowly:

"But don't mention these trivial matters anymore, I will see it myself when I come down, and talk about the key things."

Xu Changge pondered for a while, and whispered:

"In the battle of Ximo, the Zhenxi Army, from the commander of the two Zhenxi towns and the commander of the subordinate elite battalion to half of the officers and officers at the grassroots level, were infiltrated by the sect, and a total of seven saints from the sect participated in this war.

"The White Emperor, the master of Jiantian Pavilion, the old monster of the Qin family, and the other four unknown saints."

Hearing this, Xu Yinhe's hawk-like eyes narrowed slightly, and his clasped hands exerted a little force:

"Then what? "

Xu Changge briefly summarized, saying:

"Before the war, Changtian used drastic measures to purge most of the traitors, naturalized the fence-sitters in the army, united the Desert Goddess and the Kirin Wolf, and unified all the families in the city to defend against the enemy."

Xu Yinhe lowered his head slightly, a rare smile appeared on the corner of his lips, he slowly stood up and walked to the window, with his hands behind his back, he said leisurely:

"Hehe, this kid has grown up."

Xu Changge couldn't suppress the smile on the corner of his lips, but his voice was still serious:

"It's barely qualified."

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Xu Yinhe suddenly looked back, and Xu Changge immediately held back his smile.

After looking at each other for a moment, Xu Yinhe snorted, smiled and shook his head, and said:

"The sect has such a strong infiltration of the Western Desert, the real trouble is still behind, but these trivial matters will not be handed over to Changtian, how is the loss of this battle? "

A sigh flashed across Xu Changge's eyes, and he said:

"Huang Siwei is dead, Si Zijing is dying, Lin Lang was captured, the formation of Zhenxi City was destroyed, and the casualties of the people were countless, but the sect... lost a total of five saints."

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Xu Yinhe's fingertips trembled for a moment, and he slowly turned his head, with a scrutinizing look in his eyes, and he was intimidating without anger:

"Five saints. Which five?"

Xu Changge said: "Three saints came from nowhere, and their combat power is not even as good as that of the Transcendental. Only Qin Ke has a name. "

"That's it."

Xu Yinhe seemed to remember something, and said faintly: "I didn't expect that the old ghost would die in Changtian's hands."

"Father, Qin Ke was not killed by Changtian"

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Before he finished speaking, Xu Yinhe stopped him with his eyes.

The meaning is very simple,

If it is not his, it must be his.

But after a little silence, Xu Changge still insisted:

"Father, Qin Ke's achievements are not Changtian's. "

Xu Yinhe frowned slightly, but didn't say anything. He nodded and said:

"You just mentioned four people. What about the remaining person?"

When Xu Changge heard this, he immediately raised his hand and took out a scroll from the Xumi Ring. His voice was serious:

"The remaining saint is most likely the person that you, father, asked the Black Scale Guard to investigate for decades. "

Xu Yinhe casually opened the scroll to the void in front of him, looking at the graceful and beautiful woman on it, subconsciously clenched his fist, and several blocks around the Xiangfu Mansion trembled.

The endless Qi suddenly burst out from the middle-aged man in black robes, making Xu Changge subconsciously take a step back, and his narrow eyes subconsciously revealed a hint of doubt.

From childhood to adulthood,

He has never seen his father like this.

After staring at the woman in the painting for a long time, Xu Yinhe slowly closed his eyes and asked in a low voice:

"With her here, how did Changtian survive?"

After that, Xu Yinhe let out a long breath, burned the painting of the woman, walked back to the table and sat down:

"Forget it, it's a good thing that Changtian can survive, and forcing this person to turn to the stage can also be regarded as a relief for my father."

Xu Changge was silent for a while, and asked tentatively:

"Father, can I ask about this person's origin?"

Xu Yinhe frowned, his eyes were as sharp as a hawk, and he tapped the table lightly:

"An old monster, an old monster who almost broke the saint realm, I didn't expect that she was actually from the sect."

The study was quiet.

Xu Changge lowered his eyes and whispered:

"Father, are you not her opponent?"

"I don't know."

A trace of memory flashed in Xu Yinhe's eyes, glancing at the lush forest outside the window: "But decades ago, she tried to guide me to explore the realm above the saint."

"Above the saint."

Xu Changge seemed to want to ask something else, but Xu Yinhe had no intention of saying anything more, and said slowly:

"Father has roughly understood the matter, is there anything else?"

"One more thing." Xu Changge's face became serious.

"What's the matter?"

"Princess Qingle died in battle, for Changtian."

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Xu Yinhe was stunned for a moment, and the image of him being taken home by Changtian to play vaguely emerged in his mind. He stretched out his hand gently to his forehead and said slowly:

"Changtian has always been very sentimental. He should be very sad about this matter, but it should be okay."

Xu Changge was a little anxious and said:

"Father, Changan's death made Changtian..."

"Changge, your father believes in him."

Xu Yinhe interrupted, staring at Xu Changge with eyes as calm as the abyss:

"Changtian needs this hatred, and he also needs to accept this failure. He also needs to know the consequences of his choice, otherwise how can he sit firmly in his position as a father in the future?"

After speaking,

Xu Yinhe disappeared from the spot without waiting for Xu Changge to speak, and the study room instantly fell into silence.

Until a few breaths later,

Bang!

After standing there for a long time, Xu Changge smashed the table into pieces with a slap, and walked out the door with his hands tightly clenched under his sleeves.

But when Xu Changge walked to the door,

Xu Yinhe's complicated voice quietly entered his ears:

"Changge,

"Sword Sect. Tianshi Mansion will be handled by you, but time is really running out."