"The person who came was Ji Zhennan's closed disciple, Tian Yuanzheng."

Ding Haicang did not go around in circles and said bluntly: "At that time, Tian Yuanzheng told me that Ji Zhennan spent half his life to refine a strange medicine called Faxie Dinggong Pill. He also said that this medicine is comparable to a fairy pill, which can make white bones develop muscles and cure all kinds of diseases."

It was indeed him.

Hearing the words "Tian Yuanzheng" spoke from Ding Haicang's mouth, Ji Haotian's eyelids drooped, and his deep eyes were like a volcano squirting, wanting to burn everything.

Ding Haicang felt the majesty that Ji Haotian had unconsciously emitted, and felt a thousand pounds of oppression on his shoulders. The powerful pressure made him dare not look up: "On the same day, after I learned about this from Tian Yuanzheng, I angrily found Ji Zhennan's mansion and asked him why he didn't offer it to my father earlier to extend his life, but Ji Zhennan claimed that although this medicine is strange, it is of no benefit to the dying person."

When talking about this, Ding Haicang looked full of regret: "My father was already in his dying state at that time. I was already anxious, so I was naturally unwilling to dialectically determine the efficacy of this medicine. Ji Zhennan did not give it to me, so I was ready to rob it. However, the Ji family has opened a convenient door for many years, and good relationships are spread all over Yunzhou. If I touched him, I would inevitably be criticized by thousands of people and ruined the reputation of Ding's clan. Therefore, I had to suppress my anger and retreat down the mountain."

Ji Haotian had some impression of this matter.

But he was young at that time and did not know what the Six Valves were. He clearly remembered that a few days before the destruction of the Ji family, a large number of troops surrounded the Ji family. In order to avoid the fright of their three siblings, Ling Qiaoyun locked them in the study.

In his impression, the Ji family rescued the siege that day, and a high-ranking official came to ask for medicine, which repelled those who made trouble. Until today, I realized that the person who surrounded the Ji family that day was Ding Jiao.

"What's after."

At this point, Ji Haotian was already extremely angry. Ji Zhennan was open-minded all his life. No matter what the patient was, he never divided people into different levels. With his soft heart, if the disease of the old master of Dingjia was still saved, even if Faxie Dinggong Pill is precious, he would never hide his own private life.

In other words, even to save a beggar, Ji Zhennan was willing to do so.

How could such a person with open mind not save him when he is dead?

"I just returned to the mansion on the day I left Xuanxiu Mountain. At that time, my father's condition had deteriorated greatly and he began to vomit blood. At this moment, Tian Yuanzheng came to the door again and proposed a deal with me."

Ding Haicang was still telling: "Tian Yuanzheng said that he needed the power of Ding's clan to cooperate with him to do something. As long as I agreed, he would have a way to get the Faxie Dinggong Mushroom. At that time, I was impatient and agreed without hesitation to save my father's life.

Even though Tian Yuanzheng told me that he wanted to subvert the Ji family, I had no objection, but in order to take into account the reputation of Ding's family, I did not agree to let the Ding family participate. However, Tian Yuanzheng said that he had already found someone and contacted me, but he wanted to use the power of Ding's family to suppress those who would lend a helping hand to the Ji family that day."

The hall was empty and silent, and the voices of Ding Haicang were echoing.

"Two days after I reached a deal with Tian Yuanzheng, the news of the Xuan Xiushan tragedy spread. Ji Zhennan saved countless people back then, so naturally many people were ready to help, and Tian Yuanzheng's news was also handed over to me."

"I was also very struggling that day, because with the power of the Ding Valve, I wanted to stop those people without any effort. Although Ji Zhennan did not hand over the Faxie Dingmiya Maru to me, he was a doctor. It was his own freedom to save whoever he wanted to save. We had no grievances and no grudges. I had been struggling for a long time about whether to help Tian Yuanzheng."

"I originally planned to give up, but at that time, the servants came to report that my father's condition had worsened and he was completely unable to support it."

"After a moment, I issued the order of the head of the family."

"Because of the Ding family's relationship, no one in Yunzhou's senior management reached out to the Ji family that day."

"The Ji family is destroyed."

As Ding Haicang kept telling the past, Ji Haotian's fists became more and more tight.

"Cruff!"

The pure gold seat armrest was clenched out with a fist mark, and the mortise and tenon structure of the gold chair was sour and almost disintegrated.

Seeing Ji Haotian's actions, Ding Haicang's eyes twitched: "After the Ji family was destroyed, Tian Yuan sent the Faxie Dinggong Pill to the Ding family as promised, but my father took two of them in a row, but it was useless and he died of illness that night."

"I learned that Tian Yuanzheng made up a lie and took advantage of me, but I was afraid that this incident would hurt the Ding family's face, so I could only give up and endure this secret loss. After that, Duan Jiuzhi, as a puppet of Ding's rank, set up a monument group, and always tried his best. I gave him the remaining pill as a reward."

"Actually, on the day Duan Jiuzhi died, I knew your identity and how much storm you caused in Yunzhou recently, but I was still lucky and thought that this matter would not be found on the Ding family, but I forgot that the sky had eyes."

After saying that, Ding Haicang's head was lowered and his tone was sincere: "I can't blame the death of more than 30 people in the Ji family. This is indeed my fault! I have served as the master of Ding Valve for several years, and my hands are stained with countless blood. Dozens of lives are actually not important to me! But Ji Zhennan has been upright and righteous all his life, but I judge a gentleman with the heart of a villain. I am ashamed of the Ji family in this matter!"

A valve owner bowed his head to apologize.

But this apology is too light for Ji Haotian and for more than 30 unjust souls of the Ji family.

Ji Haotian stood up slightly, and in anger, his face became surprisingly calm: "Do you think my life in my bloodline and robe can be erased with just one apology?"

"Of course not!"

Ding Haicang closed his eyes tightly, took a breath of cold air, and then vomited heavily.

"Gudong!"

His knees softened and he knelt straight in front of Ji Haotian.

"Father!"

"dad!"

"Honor!"

“…!”

For a moment, Ding Jinchong and others and a group of Ding clan members spoke one after another.

Ding Haicang is the leader of the sect, representing the face and dignity of the Ding clan, which has been passed down for a hundred years.

The head of the family kneels represents not only individuals, but also the Ding family in Yunzhou and ancestors of all generations!

"I, Ding Haicang, know that I am a serious sin! And I am no match for you at all. I am willing to punish myself and apologize to the Ji family today!"

Ding Haicang's eyes were firm and he decided to go to his death with resolute determination: "But this matter was done by me alone, and the Ding family was completely unaware of the inside story! Therefore, please ask Young Master Ji to raise his hands! Let my Ding family continue!"

While speaking, Ding Haicang picked up half of the broken knife on the ground and pressed it on his throat: "I, Ding Haicang, swear to the sky! I wish to be a slave to the Ji family in the underworld forever, and even if I reincarnate, I will be a cow and horse of the Ji family forever! Pay off my sinful debt!"

"puff--"

As the words fell, the blade slipped.

"Gudong!"

Ding Haicang's body fell to the ground, and the wounds on his neck were bleeding profusely.

Ji Haotian saw Ding Haicang die with a cold look when he looked indifferent and his eyes were cold.

"Small seat."

Wen Keren took a slight step and walked to Ji Haotian.

"How can a person's blood be dedicated to me as a heroic spirit."

Ji Haotian had a expressionless face: "Among the relatives of Ding's family, killing thirty-three people, blood debt, blood compensation!"

Speak.

Twelve guards broke into the crowd.

For a moment, the seats of the Ding Valve owner, who was once extremely majestic, continued to echo around the seats.

The sword light and blood mist continue to exaggerate the extremely luxurious main hall.

In the midst of endless killing, Ji Haotian stepped down the steps.
Chapter completed!