Slowly, Yang Li revealed some of his past experiences. After listening to Yang Li's story, Ling Fei realized that Yang Li also had an unknown sad side.

Although Yang Li's tone was plain when he spoke, it was not difficult to see the vicissitudes of Yang Li's face and the feeling of heartache.

"Sorry, Yang Li, it reminds you of these painful experiences." Ling Fei said with some blaming self.

Shaking his head, Yang Li whispered: "Young Master, it's not your fault. Whenever I am alone, I will recall this past event, and my heart can't help but feel pain. Over time, I've gotten used to it."

Sighing slightly, Ling Fei asked, "Then have you and Zhang Qiang taken revenge later?" Ling Fei had decided in his heart that if the man was not dead, even if he went to heaven and earth, he would help Yang Li find him out.

Fortunately, Yang Li nodded and said, "Since I was rescued by the clerk that day, Zhang Qiang and I began to practice crazily and improve our cultivation. Later, we worked hard to find the man and tortured him to death and avenged this revenge." Ling Fei could feel the muscles on Yang Li's face trembling. Although it took many years to come, it was obvious that Yang Li had not really let go of this matter.

Ling Fei's sword eyebrows slightly clustered, not wanting Yang Li to be even more sad, so he changed the subject and asked, "What kind of person is that clerk?"

Yang Li replied: "The clerk treats people very well, does good deeds throughout his life, and never argues with others. Master, you will know when you meet him later."

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From a distance, there is a mansion with a vermilion gate. At the top there is a large gold plaque with two golden fonts written in "Wenfu". There is a stone lion on each side of the door, which looks powerful. There are two guards standing on both sides, motionless, like statues. No matter how wind and sun are blowing, it is difficult for them to move.

In the Wenfu, there was a very cute child covering his eyes with a flower cloth and playing hide-and-seek with a few women.

"Xiao Wenyu, I'm here, come quickly!"

"This is here, I'm here."

"Xiao Wenyu, I'm behind you."

"You are so stupid! Xiao Wenyu, you can't catch me, I'm on your right."

The child scratched his head at a loss, then ran towards the source of the sound. Because the child was blindfolded, he could not see the road and tripped by a small stone and burst into tears.

Seeing this, the women who were playing with the children didn't know what to do for a moment, and their expressions were a little anxious. They were all maids in the Wenfu family, with a humble status and did not dare to let the children get hurt. The child's name is Wenyu, who is five years old this year. He is the young master of the Wenfu family, who is not only practicing martial arts but also playing with these sisters.

"What's wrong with Xiao Wenyu? I'm crying again?" A girl happened to come and walked towards Wenyu calmly, chuckling softly. The girl's name is Wen Meng. Her parents died since she was a child. The clerk had kindly taken in her. She was two years older than Wenyu and was already seven years old.

Hearing the familiar voice, Xiao Wenyu stopped crying, took away the flower cloth on his face, wiped the tears on his face hard, and said, "I didn't cry, so I didn't cry."

Wen Meng had already walked to Xiao Wenyu, helped him up, took out a handkerchief to wipe the tears from his face, and said with a smile: "Look, you are so cute, and you still say you are not crying. Xiao Wenyu, you must remember that you are a man and don't cry at will."

"Well, I know Sister Wenmeng." Xiao Wenyu raised his fist, showed a strong look on his cute face, and said, "I am a man, and I still have to protect Sister Wenmeng when I grow up."

Xiao Wenyu's words not only made Wen Meng laugh, but even the maids who were still in a hurry just now laughed. They looked at each other and showed some helplessness. Every time the young master was crying, he would not cry when he heard Miss Wen Meng's voice.

"Haha." A middle-aged man stood not far away. Looking at this scene, his eyes showed a hint of love, which was his unique expression as his father. Yes, this middle-aged man was a clerk.

The clerk was kind throughout his life and did countless good things. He was rich in his family and could be regarded as a rich man. Perhaps because of the ruthless way of heaven, such a good man had no children.

Therefore, the clerk was worried, and when he was forty-three years old, a good news suddenly came out: the Wen Mansion's heavenly gifted Qilin, and Mrs. Wen was happy! This news was exciting and the clerk was so happy that he didn't close his eyes all night.

The clerk loves Xiao Wenyu very much. As he grows up day by day, Xiao Wenyu becomes more and more sensible.

The clerk who never likes disputes did not teach Xiao Wenyu to practice, but simply taught him some basics of swordsmanship and boxing, with the purpose of strengthening his body.

In this uncontestable environment, a group of people wearing night clothes rushed to Wenfu. Each of them had a black cloth covering their faces, only two pairs of cold eyes that looked so cold that they couldn't help but feel trembling.

The group of men in black exuded murderous intent, and stood together to form a solemn and murderous intent. The evil spirit spread all around and came with the howling cold wind.

"kill!"

I don’t know who said something, the man in black waved his sword in his hand and started killing the entire Wenfu.

Swish!

The long sword was like an arrow, as if it had cut through the void and stabbed the five-year-old Xiao Wenyu behind.

"careful!"

Seeing someone attacked, Wen Meng, who was talking to Xiao Wenyu, saw this scene. She first exclaimed, then she bit her lip with her teeth and made a decision, and she actually blocked her in front of Xiao Wenyu.

Then the long sword passed through Wen Meng's body, and then quickly pulled it out, and blood gushed out and splashed on Xiao Wenyu's face.

Seeing Wenmeng's body slowly falling down, Xiao Wenyu's mind suddenly became blank and he shouted uncontrollably: "Sister Wenmeng, how are you doing? Wake up!" He murmured, two lines of sad tears slowly crossed his cheeks.

Immediately, the long sword stabbed out again, this time the target was Xiao Wenyu.

"court death!"

The clerk outside witnessed all this and turned into a stream of light and rushed over. Just as the sword was about to touch Xiao Wenyu, the clerk outside came and raised his hand to hold the sharp blade.

"You...who are you?"

Ignoring the blood flowing from the palm of his hand, the clerk looked at the man in black in front of him coldly and said in a trembling voice.

"You are not worthy of knowing me." The man snorted coldly, then his arm shook, and his sword suddenly rotated, shaking the clerk's outside, and he saw that his palm was covered in blood and blood flowed.

"Haha." The clerk's face turned cold, he glared at the man, and laughed wildly: "Then you go and die!" A powerful aura erupted from his body, and the uninjured left hand was circulating. He slapped his palm with a clap, which resulted in his life.

Then, the clerk's arm trembled slightly, and Wen Meng was hitting her, tears flashing in the corners of her eyes, and she said softly: "Meng'er, why are you so stupid? You go to save Xiaoyu regardless of your life."

The killer did not hit her vital point with his sword, so she did not die immediately.

At this moment, Wen Meng's pale face showed a smile, holding the thick palm outside the clerk, and said weakly: "Uncle Wen, don't... be sad... sad. If it weren't... you... Meng'er would have died long ago. Now... I will treat it as my reply... to repay kindness."

"No, Sister Wenmeng, don't die. Xiaoyu doesn't want to leave you, no... no!" Xiao Wenyu was crying and she couldn't cry. It looked pitiful. After all, she was just a five-year-old child.

"Wen Yu, you have to remember... what my sister said... I'm talking about it. Men... don't cry easily, don't... don't be sad, let alone cry." Wen Meng touched Xiao Wen Yu's head and said softly. Although she was laughing, it was a pity that she could not hide the grief and sadness in her eyes.

Xiao Wenyu wiped away her tears well and said with a trembling voice: "Xiao Yu stop crying, sister, you have to get better!"

"That's it...right!" Wen Meng said softly: "In the next life...you and I will be...sister...sister." After speaking with all his last breath, Wen Meng slowly closed her eyes and fell to the ground.

"Master, run away, they are..." Before he could finish his words, a sharp sword mark broke through the air, and in just a moment, the woman who ran over fell into a pool of blood.

"No!"

The clerk was trembling all over, and rushed to the woman regardless of the matter, shouting, "Jin Xiu, how are you?"

The woman named Zheng Xiu was the wife of the clerk, but she couldn't get her response. Her body gradually became colder and her breath disappeared.

"Mom! Mom!"

Xiao Wenyu couldn't help crying anymore, and ran to the woman quickly, shouting.

"So you're here!"

A handsome man came over, took out the portrait in his hand and compared the appearance of the clerk, nodded slightly, and smiled and said, "Wen Zhengjie."
Chapter completed!