Heinous

Xue Zhe's inauguration ceremony was very simple—in fact, Xue Qirong just took out something from his pocket and stuffed it for him. It is the token of the master of the Demon Gate, the Iron Order of the Demon Gate.

"...That's it?" Xue Zhe glanced at the hard iron plate in his hand, reached out to touch it, and felt the cumbersome and tangled lines on it, and asked with a complicated expression.

"Otherwise, what else do you want?" Xue Qirong asked back, "According to the ancestral system, fast and bathe, kill three animals to sacrifice to the heavens, kill the heads of the five great families to worship the ancestors, and then let me leave this solemn matter to you ?”

"No, that's it." Xue Zhe quickly put away the iron plate.

Xue Qirong nodded, he didn't know whether to be relieved or helpless: "I don't bother to talk about the commandments of the Demon Gate, anyway, it's not a big deal."

"Speaking of which, what should I do?" Xue Zhe asked after putting away the iron plate.

He knew that his new job probably wouldn't do good things, but he really didn't have a clue if he did bad things...

"So, according to the teachings of the ancestors, what you have to do is very simple, just one thing." Xue Qirong raised a finger, and seeing Xue Zhe showing an open-minded attitude, he smiled and said: "Everyone from the five great families, They are all enemies, and they will not be missing until they are extinct. As long as you finish this one, you will be free from the Demon Sect, and it will not be a problem."

"...Thank you, I will work hard." Xue Zhe turned his head silently and said.

Don't miss out on all the kills?What a joke, if no one else said anything, he would definitely not do anything with Andre alone, otherwise Du Yuanlin would be impatient with him.

With such an unreliable goal, it's no wonder his father didn't show any serious attitude...

"Of course, it's the 21st century, and no one cares about this kind of old imperial calendar. It is clearly written in the family motto of the five great aristocratic families that people in the Mortal Demon Sect will never be taken lightly, and they must kill them with their own hands to comfort the heroes of our clan. Your father Haven't I been having tea meetings with them for so many years?" Xue Qirong patted his son's shoulder encouragingly, "It's the same with you, it's just tea meetings, it's not a big deal."

Indeed, compared to changing the number from today to Wanzhan, the target is anti-social, drinking tea and holding a meeting is simply a pleasant thing that can't be happier...

Xue Zhe thought so in his heart, and accidentally ignored the weird smile on Xue Qirong's face.

The father and son had a heart-to-heart talk, and Xue Zhe got his original goal as he wished, the Xue family's ancestral secret book Jiu Ming Xuan Yin Jue.

For Xue Zhe, this is enough.

"I should also remind you a few words..." Seeing that Xue Zhe seemed to be in a happy mood, Xue Qirong was silent for a while, and then said.

"how?"

"You know that kid well, so you can trust him without hesitation, but what about him?" Xue Qirong shook his head and said, "Thinking about it from his standpoint, if this book of Jiuming Xuanyin Jue is given away, he really Don't you have any ideas?"

Xue Zhe was silent.

"He still doesn't know his background, but after fighting, he won't fail to recognize my martial arts." Xue Qirong sighed, looking at Xue Zhe with worry in his eyes, "Would he have any doubts? No Do you have any concerns? Let me tell you, you better not..."

"Dad," Xue Zhe waved his hand, preventing Xue Qirong from continuing, "That's enough."

Xue Qirong remained silent as he said, but the expression on his face was still dignified.

Xue Zhe sighed.

He understands, of course he understands...

Bushe is not a fool, he believes whatever he says, before he said that there is no such thing as martial arts in this world, but now he has to repeat it, if he says that Bushe is not a little strange, then it is a lie.

And he just took on a troublesome identity...

His Xue family's ancestral martial arts happened to be exactly the same as what Bu She learned...

The whole story, Xue Zhe understands that he has another very strong reason, which can explain all this reasonably.

But this explanation can't be explained to Bu Amnesty at all, just because he wants to explain, he can't get around the question of where Bu Amnesty came from, and that is exactly what Xue Zhe can't talk about.

It's really uncomfortable to pretend to be confused when you understand...

Xue Zhe smiled wryly. Of course he knew that it was best not to take out the Jiuming Xuanyin Jue, not only not to take it, but also to keep everything about the Xue family secret from Bushe. Anyway, it’s just a little revealed now, so it’s not impossible to fool the past of.

only……

"If I was worried about this, I would not have promised you from the very beginning..." In the end, Xue Zhe just explained this sentence slowly.

The two walked around and talked, but they kept walking until after ten o'clock.When Xue Zhe realized this and returned home, the hands of the watch were already pointing at eleven o'clock.

To Xue Zhe's surprise, Bu'an, who usually goes to sleep early, is still awake.

"Why don't you sleep?" Xue Zhe looked at his watch to confirm that he had read the time correctly, and couldn't help asking in surprise.

"You haven't come back yet."

"..." Xue Zhe was taken aback for a moment, then smiled wryly, "Go to bed quickly, you are not like me, staying up late is a habit."

Bushe nodded, and did as he said.

Xue Zhe watched him enter the room silently, and subconsciously touched the coat pocket, with a hesitant expression on his face.

"Before you take it out, you still have a chance to choose." Xue Qirong sighed and patted his son on the shoulder.

"I know," Xue Zhe shrugged, "A man always has to make a few difficult decisions..."

Xue Zhe's house only had two beds, and the consequence of not being able to grab the bed from his father and being too embarrassed to grab the bed from the kid was... Xue Zhe could only hug the two quilts bitterly, and go to his sofa to make do for the night.

Silent night.

Xue Qirong stood by the window, looking into the distance, holding a mobile phone in his hand.

He didn't know whether to call someone or not.

In terms of seniority and blood relationship, that person can be regarded as his cousin.But in fact, in the relationship between the Demon Gate, they are the boss and the subordinate, or to put it more bluntly, the master and the slave...

Even if he wanted the other party's life, it was just a matter of one sentence.

He didn't tell Xue Zhe about some things, but it doesn't mean he can ignore them...

After thinking about it again and again, he still smiled wryly and dialed the number.

"Master?"

"Don't call me that..." Xue Qirong said flatly, "Just now, the iron order of the Demon Sect has been handed over."

"It should be so!" The voice on the phone was a little louder, "In the final analysis, only the descendants of the ancestors are eligible to master the Iron Token of the Demon Sect."

Xue Qirong sighed deeply in his heart, but in his mouth, he still used a gentle tone, euphemistically saying: "In fact, Jichou Jihen is also a good boy, Xiaozhe doesn't practice martial arts, after all, he is not suitable to be a Jianghu... ..."

"Then how can it be?" The voice on the phone raised, although it was still respectful, it was hard to hide the owner's excitement, "Jihen is not from the blood of my Xue family at all, how can he be in charge of the Iron Order of the Demon Sect? Jichou..."

At the mention of this name, the voice on the phone also slowed down slightly: "His skills are acceptable, but after all, he is a side branch, not comparable to the direct successor. Now that the young sect master has succeeded to the throne, this kid should also come in handy. In a few days, I will let him go to the young master's side to protect..."

"No, there's no need." Xue Qirong hastily stopped him, "Little Zhe has been involved in the rivers and lakes, and there are some things that cannot be rushed."

After a few more polite words, Xue Qirong hung up the phone.

With a wry smile, he conveniently called up the calendar on his phone, on which he marked a day in September.

It's only a few months away, why is it like this?

He never wanted his son to enter the rivers and lakes from the beginning to the end, but the inheritance of the Demon Sect cannot be broken.He may not care about this name, but someone does, and that person happens to have a lot of kindness towards him.For this reason, he had to make a bet with that person.

For 25 years, if his son doesn't know about Jianghu affairs before the age of 25, then the other party's heirs will inherit the responsibility of the Demon Sect.

Anyway, compared to Xue Zhe who didn't understand anything, Xue Jichou, who had received relevant education since childhood, was much better. The other party always had a grudge, but it was him, Xue Qirong, who was the direct bloodline.Xue Qirong has always been careful to protect his son from coming into contact with things that shouldn't come into contact with, but unexpectedly, it was only a few months away, a camping that he didn't notice at all, a time travel that should only appear in novels , A series of misunderstandings changed everything.

Is it God's will?

Or, in this bloodline that has been passed down for hundreds of years and has been cursed by countless people, is there really some kind of demonic existence?

Xue Qirong didn't believe in fate all his life, he didn't believe in it when he was a teenager struggling to survive, he didn't believe it when he was ruling the world, and he still didn't believe it when he gave up everything and went to the other side of the ocean just for an empty promise.

But now...

Shaking his head, Xue Qirong didn't want to think about any more illusory things - if he had time to think about this, he might as well think about how to give a reasonable explanation to Taizuo at home, otherwise...

Thinking about his wife's possible reaction after finding out that he finally dragged his son into the water, Xue Qirong, the former master of the magic sect and a generation of martial arts master, felt extremely heartbroken.

Fortunately, the current rivers and lakes have long since become a big pool with only ripples and no waves. Xue Zhe will not have any problems if he jumps in it. The biggest problem lies with him instead.

Thinking of not being forgiven, Xue Qirong's face slowly sank.

He can't forget those eyes, and the fleeting killing intent in those eyes...

He has killed people, Xue Qirong can see this.

Such a person is much more dangerous than those so-called quacks who have never seen blood...

And most importantly, those unavoidable entanglements between him and Xue Zhe.Xue Zhe said that he can find a way to cover it up, but can he really be foolproof?

He was very worried, but Xue Zhe himself was the one that gave him the most headache.

Even if he told Xue Zhe about the benefits, it would have no effect.

Xue Zhe would listen, but he would never sever ties with that dangerous element as Xue Jirong wished.

It's like he knew that there would be danger, but he still wanted to ask Xue Qirong for the Jiuming Xuanyin formula...

"Silly boy..." Xue Qirong murmured with a wry smile.

Xue Zhe is not a person who likes to take responsibility for himself, but as long as he believes that one thing is his responsibility, he will never give up.

Before, Xue Qirong always felt that this was a good phenomenon. As a man, it is important to be responsible, but now it seems that Xue Qirong suddenly hopes that his son will be less responsible...

That's all, judging by the boy's attitude towards his own son, he obviously cares more. Even if the matter is revealed one day, probably, he won't go to the worst step...

Father Xue thought so.

in the living room.

Xue Zhe lay on the sofa, tossing and turning.

The sofa in his house is a kind of soft lazy sofa. It is most comfortable to lie on it when you have nothing to do, but if you lie on it to sleep, you will inevitably feel awkward because you are stuck in the sofa.Xue Zhe rolled around for a long time, but still couldn't fall asleep, so he rolled over and sat up.

He looked up at the sky, trying to get a little sleepy, but for some reason, Boss Zhou Gong was very upset with him, and refused to summon him alive or dead.After looking at the ceiling for a long time, he became more and more awake.

Shaking his head helplessly, Xue Zhe simply stood up and walked up and down the hall, doing chest expansion exercises while walking, trying to consume as much energy as possible-this approach is actually correct, if it is not for the sound of Xue Zhe's footsteps If it's too heavy for someone...

"Arguing with you?" Seeing the person who silently appeared at the door, Xue Zhe was embarrassed.

Bushe shook his head: "I couldn't sleep at first, but when I heard footsteps, I came out to have a look."

"Has the alcohol gone?" Xue Zhe joked, "It seems that I'm right, it's better for minors not to drink."

Thinking about the self who had lost all vigilance just now, Bushe suddenly made up his mind, if it is not necessary, it is better to stay away from alcohol as much as possible.

But... Glancing at Xue Zhe's playful expression, Bu'she felt a little more depressed.

Looking at the expressionless person who turned his face to the side, Xue Zhe understood, and couldn't help but tease him again: "It's okay to be sleepy after drinking, be careful of sex after drinking, that's really bad~"

"..." Although he didn't quite understand what "drunken sex" was all about - the education in some aspects of Unforgiveness was obviously not good enough - but from Xue Zhe's tone, he could tell that it was definitely not praise him...

Seeing that the kid was getting angry if he continued to tease him, Xue Zhe smiled, and let him go kindly -- but then again, after getting used to Bu's calm beyond his age, it's quite interesting to watch him get angry occasionally .

It's just... His heart twitched slightly, thinking of something that was placed there, Xue Zhe looked at the unforgiveness in front of him, and couldn't help hesitating.

It is not difficult to maintain the status quo, but...

"Little Amnesty."

"...?"

"I have something for you."