The whole world is taking my CP wrong

Lu Duoyu was exhausted physically and mentally.

What kind of father is this.

He felt that those ruthless changes that he had been immersed in Jiuwanli Anbu these days under Kong Qing's hands, were quickly beaten back to his original form in front of his father.

Terrible.

Ren Hanqin, who made his son worry about him, was leaning against the window, looking down at the small stall outside downstairs, not knowing what he was looking at or thinking about.

Lu Duoyu was still trying to persuade him to go back: "Father, you really don't have to worry about me, I won't suffer."

Ren Hanqin was silent, and then slowly said: "I didn't expect you to be here."

By implication, I am not here for you, eldest son.

Lu Duoyu: "..."

Lu Duoyu asked: "For the sake of my father's master?"

Ren Hanqin turned around when he heard the words, and frowned: "Who said that?!"

Lu Duoyu: "..."

Then tell me, how many people have you met here?

Not for me, nor for your master, so why did you come for the Lord?

I don't think it should be.

And when it comes to Pei Zhao, you are like a big black mouse whose tail has been stepped on.

Lu Duoyu narrowed her eyes, staring at the back of Ren Hanqin who turned her body to look out of the window again, thinking to herself.

You are not right.

Their room was on the third floor, and there were a few small stalls selling goods downstairs. The one facing their window was a noodle stall.Ren Hanqin looked down at the customers who were eating noodles at the noodle stall. There was a man in white sitting upright, slowly eating a bowl of spring noodles, which is extremely rare in Shu.

Pei Zhao has never been able to eat spicy food. He would rather put only salt in the noodles than add a little more seasoning such as soy sauce and spicy vinegar.

Five or sixty years later, he still hasn't changed.

Ren Hanqin closed the window, turned around, and said to Lu Duoyu, "I won't go back to Beijing again."

Lu Duoyu was shocked: "What?!"

What do you mean won't come back? Beijing? !

father! ! !

You are a prince!

Ren Hanqin's eyes were firm, apparently determined: "Some roads are destined to be walked alone. You have your way, and I have mine."

Lu Duoyu looked at this adoptive father who brought him up from a child, but he himself had not changed at all, and felt mixed feelings for a moment, he asked nervously, "Then father, you...are you going to leave with Grandmaster Pei?"

Ren Hanqin turned his eyes away and said softly, "That's all right."

……

Gu Zhaohong just coaxed Jin Ziwan, and carried him in? Lie down on the bed again, and after a lot of tossing, the hair of both of them was dry.

The tip of Jin Ziwan's nose was still slightly red, which made Gu Zhaohong lean over and take a light bite.

Lord Governor Jin wrinkled his nose subconsciously, making Gu Zhaohong laugh out loud.

It's a bit too kitten-like.

Jin Ziwan suddenly thought of something, and said to him: "The rigor that year was because of Zhuhe's practice? It's not the Heart Sutra, but what about the rigor a while ago?"

When he suddenly mentioned something serious, Gu Zhaohong was stunned: "Do you think there are still people secretly practicing the Non-Heart Sutra?"

Jin Ziwan asked back: "Otherwise, where did this rigor come from? Have you lived? 80 years? I don't believe it."

Gu Zhaohong followed his train of thought and thought: "If you say that, then who has the chance to practice the Non-Heart Sutra?" He added, "Except me."

Jin Ziwan glanced at him, although he was persuaded by the reason that "Pei Zhao said he understands, he really understands" just now?, but the feeling of worry just now is still vivid in his memory.

Gu Zhaohong didn't tease him, and said seriously: "I know you doubt Zhujianlou, but after the battle with the Blood Moon Cave, Zhuhe burned the Non-heart Sutra in front of everyone in the rivers and lakes."

Jin Ziwan smiled contemptuously: "Whether there were a hundred or a thousand people in the Jianghu back then, who really saw the Infernal Sutra?"

Gu Zhaohong was startled.

"Since Ren Yansheng is dead, there is no proof of his death. Besides, even if Ren Yansheng is not dead," Jin Ziwan said, "Who can tell what the Feixin Sutra looks like? He just burned a copy of the "Ten Great Tortures" that is [-] miles away." Now, who can tell the difference?"

Gu Zhaohong: "..."

You clearly said that there are no top ten torturers in ninety thousand miles.

Jin Ziwan said again: "Grandmaster Pei's meaning is actually very obvious. He suspected that Zhujianlou had never stopped fighting in the past 80 years, and the current corpse is caused by Zhuxin."

never stop...

Gu Zhaohong frowned: "You mean that since Zhuhe, the owner of Zhujianlou has practiced non-heart sutras every time, every time he has been concocting dead bodies, but he has never been discovered? Zhuhe has practiced non-heart sutras, and he knows if this is true. How bad will it be if you don't practice well, will he be willing to let his children and grandchildren continue to practice?"

Jin Ziwan said indifferently: "Do you think in Zhuhe's heart, children and grandchildren are more important, or power is more important? Besides, they only need to keep feeding themselves with the blood of innocent people. Yard dog, what's the difference?"

Gu Zhaohong was dumbfounded.

"More than that, I suspect one thing now." Jin Ziwan narrowed his eyes slightly, "Guess what, the Zhujianlou, which was originally a tall building, suddenly appeared? Is there any handwriting by Grandmaster Pei?"

Seeing that Gu Zhaohong was deep in thought, Jin Ziwan raised his chin slightly, and seemed to sigh: "Pei Zhao...he has no heart."

Seeing what he said, Gu Zhaohong looked at Jin Ziwan with some surprise in his eyes: "Why did you say that?"

Jin Ziwan took his hand and fiddled with it, bending his thumb first: "If Pei Zhao wants to ruin Zhuhe's reputation, although it is difficult, it is not impossible. But he didn't, why?"

He also bent Gu Zhaohong's index finger: "In the past 80 years, he could have completely brought down the Zhujianlou, but he didn't. He just let the centipedes of the Zhujianlou die but not stiff, and even allowed them to have a comeback. Hope, why?"

Jin Ziwan bent his third finger: "Pei Zhao raised Ren Yansheng's child, taught him martial arts and mental skills, and told him the truth about the bloody feud, driving him away in a disguised form. Why?"

The fourth finger: "You told me that you saw Ren Yansheng set up a formation with blood before he died, but his formation was only a small one. Pei Zhao spent two years studying ancient books on formations, The small formation has expanded into a formation that is difficult for ordinary people to break, why?"

The fifth finger: "He taught you the Non-Heart Sutra and is waiting for you to be a hero. Why?"

Gu Zhaohong's expression became more and more dignified by his five consecutive questions. He was not stupid, nor could he not see clearly. After Jin Ziwan asked these five sharp questions, he immediately understood the key points!

Because Pei Zhao is spending his life planning a game!

I don't take away anything from you in Zhuhe, I want you to be high and enjoy all the glory in this life, but when the sun is sinking in your old age, you can only watch the Zhujianlou go to defeat, unable to return to heaven;

I want you Zhujianlou to die but not stiff, and there is still hope of recovery, so that the descendants of your Zhuhe will bet everything in order to return to the peak;

I want the people who harmed people back then to have no peace, the same is true in all corners of the country;

I want you, the Zhu family, to watch with your own eyes the supreme mentality that you spent your whole life pursuing, for which you sacrificed your life, but failed in the face of talent and character;

I want the whole rivers and lakes to be cast aside in front of your grave.

In order to achieve this goal, Pei Zhao can do whatever it takes. He can be a good teacher and a loving father, but when these are put together with revenge, they are all worthless.

Gu Zhaohong figured it out? At this point, the hairs stood on end, and it was the first time that Pei Zhao, who had lived for nearly a hundred years, was so frightening.

He heaved a sigh of relief and stopped talking about Pei Zhao. After all, this was the entanglement of the previous generation, and many things were not something that the descendants of them could freely comment on.He held Jin Ziwan's hand, and returned to his original topic: "If you want to know whether the rigor a while ago is related to Zhu Xin, I have a way."

Jin Ziwan looked at him: "What way?"

Gu Zhaohong smiled slightly.

The author has something to say:

As I said before, Grandmaster Pei is the ruthless person (makes a fraudulent voice