Fighting Po: Yang Emperor

"Haha, it's just impulsive, so you want to kill your master?"

Yao Lao raised his head and blinked hard, trying hard to hold back the tears that were about to burst out of his eyes, but in the end he couldn't hold back, and two rows of transparent tears fell down from the old transparent cheeks.

His voice was sad, "I took you out of the ruins when you were still in your infancy, raised you, taught you cultivation, made medicine, and treated you like my own son. You want to join forces with outsiders to kill me just because of impulse?" Haha~"

The old and sad laughter echoed on the top of the cliff, gradually drifting away with the gentle night wind.

"Old..." Xiao Yan opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but was stopped by Wei Yang's look.

When Xiao Yan saw this, he had no choice but to exhale and shut up.

"Teacher, teacher, my disciple knows that he is wrong. Feng'er really knows that he is wrong." Han Feng trembled on the ground, looked up at Yao Lao, cried and begged: "Teacher, please forgive Feng'er this time, Feng'er will definitely honor you well in the future, teacher, woo woo~"

"Forgive you?" Yao Lao shook his head, "I said that from the moment you killed me, I will no longer recognize you as an evil disciple. I, Yao Chen, do not have such an ungrateful person like you..."

Saying that, Yao Lao looked up to the sky and sighed: "Blame me, blame me. Blame me for not teaching you the principles of life. I pampered and indulged you too much, so that you... I only want to teach you your skills." , giving you the best of everything, but neglecting the cultivation of your character... It is my fault to raise you instead of teaching you, and I have brought it upon myself, and it is my own retribution, I cannot blame others, I cannot blame others!"

"Teacher, I really know that I was wrong. Wuwu, Feng'er has realized that he was wrong. After this lesson, Feng'er will definitely change his ways in the future." Han Feng burst into tears, kowtowed to his head, and cried loudly: " Ever since you left, teacher, Feng'er's heart has been filled with regret every day, endless regret, wuwu..."

Wei Yang and Xiao Yan watched all this with cold eyes and remained silent.

…

After a while.

Yao Lao also gradually calmed down. He sighed, turned around and put his hands behind his back, and said calmly: "Get up. The fate between you and me as master and disciple is over. From now on, all grudges will be over."

"All grudges are over?" Han Feng raised his head, looked at Yao Lao's back with disbelief, and was stunned.

Obviously, he couldn't believe that Yao Lao, who had brought him up since childhood, could become so heartless at this moment.

He originally thought that as long as he sincerely admitted his mistake and prayed, Yao Lao would definitely soften his heart and forgive him, just like he did when he made a mistake as a child.

did not expect.

"Teacher." Han Feng straightened his upper body, walked a few steps on his knees, approached Yao Lao, and implored sincerely: "Teacher, teacher..."

Old Man Yao didn't reply, just waved his hand and interrupted in a cold voice: "Don't call me teacher again, I will have nothing to do with you from now on!"

"You, are you really so heartless?" Han Feng sat there on his knees with a gloomy face, looking at Yao Lao in disbelief.

"You, you brought me up single-handedly?" Han Feng's tone was questioning and pleading.

"Alas~" Yao Lao sighed and shook his head silently.

When Han Feng saw this, a look of anger gradually appeared on his face.

At this moment, there was anger in his heart that was rising uncontrollably.

Han Feng is undoubtedly selfish.

In his eyes, he can treat you badly, even betray you, or kill you, but you cannot be equally ruthless towards him.

So, he was angry.

He felt as if he had been betrayed in some way!

"Is it because of them?" Han Feng stood up suddenly, pointed at Xiao Yan and Wei Yang, and shouted at Yao Lao.

"Hehe." Xiao Yan sneered.

Wei Yang raised his eyebrows, Han Feng actually asked questions so confidently.

Yao Lao slowly turned around, seeing this, the disappointment in his eyes could no longer be concealed.

He looked at Han Feng expressionlessly, shook his head, and said coldly: "Are you questioning me? What qualifications do you have to question me? Who does I want to accept as my disciple, and what does it have to do with you?"

"Qualifications? What does it have to do with me? Haha." Han Feng suddenly laughed nervously, "Hahahaha..."

Wei Yang and Xiao Yan looked at each other, both frowning slightly.

If it weren't for Yao Lao being here, they would have killed this person directly. How could they still be in the mood to talk nonsense to him?

"Hahaha, what does this have to do with me!" Han Feng glared at Yao Lao and shouted, "If it weren't for your new love, why would you be so heartless towards my old love?"

"I'm heartless? You said I'm heartless?" Yao Lao stared at Han Feng with wide eyes and some disbelief.

"Yes, heartless! Isn't it?" Han Feng shouted: "If it weren't for the two of them, why would you be so indifferent to me? Isn't it just because you have a new good apprentice, so you look down on me? You just want to sever ties with me, isn’t it?”

"You, you..." Yao Lao pointed at Han Feng, his whole body trembling with anger, and said angrily: "You are a shameless, selfish person. If you hadn't killed me so cruelly, how could I have done it?" As for being reduced to this?"

"You, do you know how I have lived these years?"

"The Soul Palace has never given up on searching for me all these years. Don't you know this? I'm afraid you are also involved, right?"

"I only have this remnant soul left that is lingering, hiding from the light, living in a dark ditch. I want to recover, or even be resurrected, isn't it possible?"

"If it weren't for the two of them, I would have died a long time ago, and my soul will be scattered! Can't I accept a disciple? Then who do I rely on? Do I rely on you?!"

"If it weren't for the two of them, and I met you in this state at this moment, do you think you would let me go? Ah?" Yao Lao shouted angrily.

"All this is not your fault!" Han Feng was not to be outdone and replied: "Back then, if you hadn't refused to teach me Fen Jue and were jealous of my talent, fearing that I would surpass you in the future, how could I have done this? kill you?"

"I am your only disciple. I was raised by you. I treat you like a father. I am your only heir! But what about you? How do you treat me? You are jealous of my talent and are always on guard. I am afraid that one day I will surpass you, so I refuse to teach me Fenjue!"

"Then Fen Jue, you don't practice it yourself, and you refuse to teach it to me. Why do you keep it? Isn't it because you are afraid that I will surpass you in the future, so you refuse to teach it to me?"

"What do you mean it's good for me? I don't have enough character? These are all your excuses!"

"You actually have the nerve to say, give me the best of everything?" Han Feng roared loudly.

"You, you, you..." Yao Lao was so angry that his whole body was shaking, his chest was rising and falling rapidly, and he pointed at Han Feng. He stared at you for a long time, unable to say a word.

"What, old guy, are you feeling guilty? Did I tell you the truth?" Han Feng sneered.

"You, it turns out, is this how you see me?" Yao Lao held it in for a long time before he finally said this.

He really couldn't believe that the disciple he had raised and treated as his own son actually looked at his teacher in this way.

"Huh, old guy, did I say something wrong?" Han Feng snorted coldly.

"So, is this the reason why you killed me?" Yao Lao asked.

"That's right!" Han Feng nodded, "You clearly know that I have secretly practiced Fen Jue's fragmentary scroll, but you just refused to teach me the complete version of Fen Jue. No matter how much I begged, you refused. So, I have no choice but to kill you!"

"Such a good technique that can be infinitely evolved, but you dare not practice it yourself, and you are unwilling to teach it to me, so I, who have tasted the sweetness, have no choice but to steal it myself!"

"You, you beast, you beast!" Yaolao's face was extremely gloomy and he shouted in a trembling voice: "Would I be jealous of you? Why should I be jealous of you? Fen Jue, do you know how difficult it is to practice it and how to escape death? And with your character , do you think you can persist in practicing and succeed?"

"Of course I know the danger of swallowing the strange fire, but why can't I succeed?" Han Feng raised his head and said: "It's not like you don't know about my talent. If it weren't for the fact that I only practiced Burning Jue Fragments, I would have been a Dou by now. The sect is at its peak!"