Fighting Po: Yang Emperor

High in the sky.

Uh-huh!

Wei Yang's figure suddenly appeared.

On the other side, a strong man wearing simple animal skin clothing also stepped out of the void.

It was Hei Qing from the Taixu Ancient Dragon Clan who we had met once before.

"Wei Yang, I haven't seen you in more than three years. Hey, no, your realm?!" Hei Qing said cheerfully, but his eyes suddenly widened in shock.

"Hei Qing, you are staring at me very closely. I just got here and you came here." Wei Yang said with a smile.

He also has some fond feelings for this cheerful dragon.

"Didn't I happen to be nearby here?" Hei Qing grinned, then stared at Wei Yang with some surprise and uncertainty, and said hesitantly: "You, are you a saint?"

This kind of faint aura on Wei Yang's body was very familiar to Hei Qing, because several old guys in the clan also felt the same way.

"It's just a half-saint." Wei Yang smiled lightly.

"." Hei Qing took a breath.

Immediately his eyes became a little complicated, how old was Wei Yang.

More than three years ago, the two of them were fighting hand to hand.

At that time, although I was at a disadvantage, I didn't lose too much.

We met again, but...

The casual look on his face quickly subsided and became much more serious, with a hint of respect.

However, before he could continue to speak, Wei Yang turned his hand and threw out a dragon-shaped jade pendant, "You came here to find Zi Yan, right? I know you are anxious, so I won't talk nonsense to you. Here. , The person who gave me the jade pendant said that you Gulong people will understand after seeing this jade pendant. As for the other things, don’t ask me, I don’t know.”

Wei Yang turned around, "I can only say that Zi Yan is safe now, and she is undergoing a transformation. If it is fast, it will take a year and a half, if it is slow, it may take two or three years."

After saying that, he disappeared in a flash.

Only Hei Qing was left standing there holding the jade pendant with an extremely excited expression, "This kind of aura, yes!"

Immediately, he cupped his hands and bowed slightly below to thank him, then turned around and left in a hurry.

Deep inside the Ye family.

Not far from the Yanghuo Ancient Altar, there is a quiet courtyard among the shades of trees.

In the courtyard hall.

Wei Ye bowed, saluted a little nervously, but also a little happily and shouted: "My son pays homage to his father."

"My son doesn't need to be polite." He stretched out his hand to support his son, looking at his son who acted as sensible as a little adult. Wei Yang was relieved but also felt a little distressed. He was only seven years old.

So he waved his hand and said: "Ye'er, come here for me. Let me take a good look at you."

"Yes." Wei Ye walked over slowly, with a nervous look on his face, and peeked at Wei Yang from time to time.

Wei Ye had some vague impressions of his father.

But that was a memory from childhood. As he grew up, his impression of his father was only through a portrait provided by his mother and a not too clear outline that he imagined in his mind.

And, from the various descriptions about his father that he heard from people around him.

So gradually, he pictured a majestic figure in his mind.

Now, the figure in my mind gradually overlaps with the figure in front of me that exudes a vague domineering aura.

On the side, Xian'er looked at this scene with a smile, feeling her nose was a little sore for no reason.

Outside the door, Ah Da also looked at it with joy on his face and sighed in his heart: The master is back, and the little master will be able to relax a lot in the future.

In the past few years, especially after coming to the Ye family, Ada felt very sorry for this little master.

Of course, there is nothing we can do about it. As Wei Yang's son, while he gets some things, he also naturally has to bear some things.

Even in the Xingyun Pavilion, many pairs of eyes were secretly watching Wei Ye's every word and deed.

As the son of Wei Yang, the face of the third generation of Xingyun Pavilion, and the only boy among the three disciples of Medicine Saint, everyone naturally has high expectations for him.

Including his fiancée who was engaged to be a Dou Zong since birth, and the scrutinizing gaze from his mother-in-law Medusa, these were all invisible pressures on his small shoulders.

In addition, Wei Yang is not here, which is why Xian'er is strict with the children.

Therefore, starting from the age of five or six, Wei Ye gradually began to become sensible, like a little adult.

Wei Yang took his son and looked at him carefully.

With a soft smile on his face, he said: "Relax, don't be so nervous and serious. My son, I have wronged you in the past two years. Don't put too much pressure on yourself in the future. Eat when you should, drink when you should, and play when you want. Just make trouble, don’t be afraid, your father is your biggest support.”

"My child is not wronged." Hearing this, Wei Ye's eyes turned red, but he sniffed and said stubbornly.

"Silly boy." Wei Yang picked him up, put him on his lap, hugged him, and said with a smile: "Today, my father will teach you some principles of life."

"From now on, you just need to be yourself, and don't care too much about other people's opinions of you. People are all flawed, and it is impossible to be perfect, including me as a father. I am also imperfect. How can people... Maybe it’s perfect? ​​What’s more, you’re only seven years old, how can you satisfy everyone?”

"Even today's fathers cannot do this."

"Besides, what do other people's opinions, dissatisfaction, and dissatisfaction matter to me? Just be yourself and be happy, so why bother with others? As a father, I never know I never take a serious look at people who care about these things and don't want to pay attention to them, but look, who dares to say that a father is not good? "

"And as my son, Wei Yang, this is your greatest inherent advantage and should not be a burden to you. Why do you need to look at other people's faces and thoughts?"

"Then why do you work hard to be a father?"

"My son, remember, in this world, only strength is the foundation of everything, not these superficial things. This is a world where personal power can override everything. When you When you are strong enough, everyone will naturally respect you, value you, and even fawn over you. Even your enemies will respect you and fear you. At that time, the so-called shortcomings will no longer be shortcomings. , people will only see your strength, who will care about your other things? At that time, what you say will be the truth!”

"On the contrary, if you are weak, no matter how good you are on the surface, no matter how polite you are to others, or no matter how sensible you act, no one will really value you. Even looking at you seriously is a waste of eyes."

"In this world, there is no so-called right or wrong in the true sense. The strong make the rules, and what they say is truth and justice! The weak, on the other hand, have no say and can only cater to and abide by the strong. Developed specifications.”

"How can a giant dragon soaring high in the sky care about the crawling ants on the ground?"

"Only the weak will cater to others and live cautiously."

"Everything is false. Only your own strength is dignity and truth!"

"What a person wants in life is to live as he pleases, without restraint, and to live freely. Of course, this does not mean that there is no bottom line as a human being, and you can do whatever you want."

Wei Yang followed the instructions and finally said: "People still need to maintain a sense of awe and be grateful. Do you understand?"

Wei Ye listened attentively, with a thoughtful expression on his face, and nodded vigorously, "Yes."

"Good boy." Wei Yang touched his little head with a pleased smile on his face, "From now on, you only need to be good to the people you care about, your relatives and friends. As for outsiders, you don't need to pay attention to them. Leave them alone. Go to hell.”

"Ah, then, even if you see those bad guys bullying the weak, do you still stand by and do nothing?" Wei Ye opened his mouth in surprise.

"There are so many bad people in this world, can you manage them? You must learn to respect the fate of others. If you interfere in other people's affairs, it means that you have inherited the cause and effect of others, which means trouble."

Wei Yang said lightly: "You are not the savior. You only live for yourself and the people you care about. It is enough to protect the people you want to protect. As for the fate of others, what does it have to do with you? You don't have that Responsibilities and obligations, don’t meddle in other people’s business, are you living for others? How tiring that would be.”

"Of course, people also need to have sympathy and mercy. If you really encounter some extremely vicious people and you really can't stand it, just dismiss them casually. But that's only if you have enough strength. "Hey, if you don't have enough strength, then don't force yourself to get ahead."

"It's okay for a strong man to show some mercy to the weak when he feels like it. But if you can't even protect yourself, then you don't even have the qualifications to show mercy to others. Then you're really nosy."

"Also, we need to clearly distinguish between right and wrong."

"These may make you feel a bit contradictory. You are still young and it is difficult to understand the truth. As a father, I won't say more. When you grow up, you will naturally understand it."

"A real man, I can give you what you want or what you don't do, but you can't take it for granted, because I don't owe you anything. In a word, it's: just follow your heart and don't accept any moral kidnapping. "