The Dragon from Hell

On the way back to Wuyou Mountain, Qin Feng and Mo Wenyuan didn't speak. Both of them looked very peaceful, as if they had just clarified some minor misunderstandings and now everything was fine.

But Qin Feng, as the person involved, was so calm that Mo Wenyuan couldn't help but look at him sideways and asked, "Don't you have anything to say?"

Qin Feng turned his head and smiled, "Master, do you have anything to say?"

"This time you have made great contributions. You killed the demon queen with your mortal body. No matter which sect you are in, it is a great achievement that can shake the immortal sect."

"And Liuqin, as an elder of the sect, tried to kill the disciples of the sect and snatch the credit to vent her anger. Just for this reason, she should be expelled from the sect and her cultivation should be abolished."

"But your credit was lightly mentioned, and even Liuqin's punishment may just be a formality. Don't you have anything to say?"

As one of the parties involved and the one who suffered the most injustice, even Donggong Ya protested on the spot because of the injustice she suffered.

But Qin Feng followed Mo Wenyuan silently without even saying "unfair".

Hearing Mo Wenyuan's words, Qin Feng just smiled faintly: "Dong Gongya feels wronged only because she is a princess and grew up in the immortal gate. With her status and talent, I'm afraid she has never suffered any injustice or dumb loss."

"From what you said, you suffered before going up the mountain?"

Qin Feng smiled: "It's better not to mention it."

He did suffer, and because of that dumb loss, he lost one of the most important relatives and lost five years of freedom.

These five years made him see through the warmth and coldness of human nature, and made him realize that the right to speak in this world is always in the hands of a few people.

Only those with strength, status, and background can truly speak for themselves.

And in this world, the original owner also suffered injustice like him.

Only he knew that the Qin Feng of this world was dead, died in that remote and dirty little courtyard, died under the stick, died in the cold eyes of relatives, died under the frame-up of blood relatives!

But now he can't cry out for himself and the original owner, at least not in the way that Dong Gongya did.

What he can do is to master the right to speak in this world as soon as possible, master the ability to speak, so that he is qualified to cry out for injustice.

Mo Wenyuan looked at him deeply. He only said a few words, but Mo Wenyuan could feel the endless sadness in his heart.

"I've heard about your story."

Qin Feng knew that what Mo Wenyuan said should refer to the original owner's spiritual bones being dug out.

He did not deny it, nor did he nod.

"So in your opinion, your grievances have nowhere to be redressed in the secular world, and the same is true in the Immortal Gate, so you followed me?"

"Is there any difference between the Immortal Gate and the secular world?" Qin Feng did not answer his question directly, but asked back.

Mo Wenyuan was silent, not knowing what he was thinking about. After thinking for a long time, he said, "There is no difference. Good is the same as evil."

Qin Feng's eyelids twitched. This was the first time he heard someone from the Immortal Sect mention the "evil" in the Immortal Sect.

"The power behind Liuqin is not just An Jingfu, even An Jingfu himself cannot compete with the power behind Liuqin."

"She represents the entire Xianmen family and all the monks with spiritual bones."

"If she is severely punished because of a few disciples, it is likely that the entire Xianmen family will be dissatisfied. At that time, it will not only be An Jingfu who will be unlucky, but also you disciples."

"An Jingfu is fine. As the leader of a sect, he has some capital for so many years, but you little disciples may not be..."

Mo Wenyuan said in a deep voice: "At least now, even I can't guarantee that you can get away with it."

"Yeah."

After Mo Wenyuan finished speaking, he thought Qin Feng would argue with him hoarsely and demand fairness, but he didn't expect Qin Feng's reaction to be so calm, just a simple "Yeah".

This made Mo Wenyuan stunned, and he turned to look at him: "Don't you think it's unfair?"

"I do, but so what?" Qin Feng smiled and looked at Mo Wenyuan: "Master, you also said that even if you give us justice today, what about the future?"

"Justice is never given by others, but earned by yourself."

"If crying out for injustice is useful, then there will be no more injustice in this world."

Looking at Qin Feng's indifferent face, Mo Wenyuan was silent for a long time, but still nodded: "It seems that I worry too much."

"Master, don't worry, there is nothing to blame for the disciple. Although I know the rules of this world, it doesn't mean that I have to follow these rules."

Qin Feng continued to walk, without looking at Mo Wenyuan, he said to himself: "I will get my justice back myself, even if not now."

Mo Wenyuan had stopped at this time, looking at Qin Feng's back, he suddenly felt dazed.

The white-haired boy walking in front of him turned into another look in a certain moment.

Mo Wenyuan always felt that the look that flashed by in a trance made him feel a little familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere.

Suddenly he seemed to be sitting in a dim place, watching a boy with short black hair and a face exactly like Qin Feng kneeling in front of him, saying to him: "Master, I want justice!"

"Master?"

Qin Feng walked out a few steps, turned back and found that Mo Wenyuan did not follow him, turned around and shouted strangely: "What's wrong with you?"

When he shouted like this, the scene in front of Mo Wenyuan disappeared instantly, as if everything just now was just his illusion.

Qin Feng in front of him still had white hair, wearing the Taoist robe of an inner disciple, and looked at him strangely.

"Nothing." Mo Wenyuan shook his head, thinking that he had just hallucinated, and smiled and waved his hands: "I'm old, I haven't been out of the mountain for a long time, and I haven't seen so many people for a long time, I'm not used to it..."

Qin Feng didn't know what happened to him, and believed it: "Master, since you have decided to leave the mountain, you won't go back, right?"

Mo Wenyuan was stunned when he heard it, and didn't speak.

"Brother Zhu and I don't want you to continue to confine yourself." Seeing that he didn't speak, Qin Feng hurriedly advised: "Since you have left the mountain, don't go back. Everything in the past will pass, and you will have to face it!"

Mo Wenyuan still didn't answer his question directly, but turned his head to look at him and asked: "Will you participate in the Immortal Gate Conference in a month?"

Qin Feng was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously said: "Me? I should, if there is a chance."

"Well, if you want to participate, your master will accompany you to play. As a master, I can't be too incompetent."