[Comprehensive martial arts] My life will die

"Brother Tan, are you alright?" Lu Xiaofeng quickly stepped forward to help Tan Zhao up. In this martial arts world, Tan Zhao felt extremely unfriendly.

Tan Zhao looked at him with quiet eyes, pointed at the two men in Mei Lin who were fighting upside down, and finally said quietly: "Do you know who that person is?"

Lu Xiaofeng was puzzled, and asked with his eyes.

Tan Zhao rarely said with vicissitudes of life: "I listened to a story in a tea shop, saying that Lu Xiaofeng with four eyebrows, Lu Daxia, is a troublemaker who causes trouble, and if he provokes it, he will cause big trouble. I didn't believe it at first, but now I... Tie Fu !” As he said, he compared you with an awesome gesture.

...Well, Lu Xiaofeng said in a sly voice: "Brother Tan, you really know how to joke, it seems that you are fine."

Just as he finished speaking, the man's faint voice sounded again: "Lu Xiaofeng, this is Jade Rakshasa, it's absolutely true."

In the cold wind, between the falling white plum blossoms, the two of you come and go, while beside the plum forest, the two stand stiffly.After a long time, Daxia Lu finally recovered his voice: "I also hate myself sometimes, brother Tan, you said we run away now, is there still time?"

Tan Zhao didn't want to answer this question.

It was also at this moment that the earth-shattering cry of a child suddenly sounded in the huge plum grove. This cry seemed to have been accumulated for a long time, as if it was about to cry out their hearts and livers. Naturally, I couldn't fight anymore.

"Oh dear grandson, don't cry, you see your father is here, open your eyes and look at your father!" He said, exposing the child's face to the cold night wind.

Tan Zhao: ...It is really fate that this child has not been raised to death.

His eyes turned to Ximen Chuuxue, who held his sword with a cold face, and his words seemed to be filled with frost: "Why is he with you?"

Only the man in the smoke said: "I have been free recently, how can our children grow up in the hands of women, since you don't want to inherit the family business, then naturally someone must inherit it."

Lu Xiaofeng glanced at Tan Zhao uncontrollably, why did he feel... something was wrong?

It is known that the man in front of him is Yu Luocha, and Tan Zhao next to him is the former Yu Tianbao, Yu Tianbao is the only son of Yu Luocha, but just now Yu Luocha was talking to his good friend Ximen Chuuxue about inheriting the family business He still called his grandson to Ximen’s son, so the question is, who is Yu Luocha’s real son?

I'm afraid to think about it carefully, does he know too much?

Lu Xiaofeng felt that he really shouldn't have come to Wanmei Villa this trip. It's always not good to know too much about people, especially their housework. He is a complete outsider... The night was deep, and the child cried even harder , all the elders present, Ximen Chuuxue and Yu Luocha obviously couldn't coax the child well.

Inexplicably, in the end, the child miraculously stopped crying in Tan Zhao's hands, and nestled obediently in his wool coat to soak up the warmth.

Tan Zhao: ...

System: Host, I didn't expect you to have a daddy aura, congratulations!

Probably because they finally remembered that children couldn't stand the cold, the four of them went into the back room.This place is obviously much more refined than the outer hall. Someone has carefully taken care of it. The child’s toys and utensils are all available. Tan Zhao put the child in the cradle, and the child did not cry. Looking at the child who is only a few months old, it is quite Lovely.

Lu Xiaofeng had obviously seen this child before, so he reached out and took a rattle to tease him, but unfortunately...he stroked his beard: "Brother Tan, do I look scary?"

Is it reasonable for you to ask such a question?

Over there, Ximen Chuuxue and Yu Luocha stood facing each other. The atmosphere between the two was very strange, but the tense tension was gone, and Yu Luocha said: "Xue'er, don't worry, as a father, there is no need to argue with a woman. Besides, she is the mother of my grandson, and she is still alive."

Ximen Chuuxue was unmoved, like the wife he didn't treat sincerely, seemed to have got the answer, he nodded slightly, and left like a sharp sword.

Tan Zhao felt that the people in Jianghu were really weird. If they practiced swords to such an extent, they might not be insane, right?Being a human being but not a god, being alone and not caring about external things is indeed flawless, but... living like this, how is it different from ordinary flowers and plants?

The door creaked shut, and the cold pool outside the door also closed. Lu Xiaofeng was a little hard to cope with the situation in front of him. Ximen, you are not a real guy. Is it reasonable for your father to leave it to your friend?

"You are Lu Xiaofeng?" The voice returned to be like smoke and mist.

Lu Xiaofeng nodded stiffly, this person made him feel too inscrutable, even when facing Ximen, he had never felt this way before.

"You are very good. I will ask you to take care of my grandson first." After speaking, he disappeared in place.

"Hey——" How advanced is this martial art? Lu Xiaofeng knew that it wasn't that the opponent disappeared directly, but that the movement was too fast for the naked eye to catch.

He may finally understand why Ximen Chuuxue's lightness kung fu is so high.

Breaking out in a cold sweat, Lu Xiaofeng turned his head and met Tan Zhao's deep pupils. He only heard Tan Zhao's faint voice again: "Lu Xiaofeng, he recognized me."

The moment Yu Luocha disappeared just now, Tan Zhao met his eyes. The insight and playfulness in those eyes really made him have no chance of getting lucky.

Lu Xiaofeng... patted his friend's shoulder hard, with a look of helplessness on his face.

At this time yesterday, he was still distressed that there was not much information for him to speculate the whole truth of the matter, but tonight...he only felt that he knew too much.

What Raksha card is now, Yu Tianbao, it doesn't matter at all, okay, what matters is...how he can save his life under Yu Luocha's hands, or: "Brother Tan, you said I'm going to hug Ximen's thigh now is there time?"

"Lu Xiaofeng, what about your integrity!"

Lu Daxia looked at me with an expression of prudence: "What is that, can it coax a child?" He pointed to the child in the cradle and said, and soon the child gave him a huge response:

"Wow--"

Uncle Lu hesitated for a second, and shouted: "Oh my little ancestor, you can take a rest!"

The little ancestor was crying and crying, but he didn't show a good face. It was because the housekeeper brought a nanny over to stop the scene. If Ximen Chuuxue left, he should have called for someone.

It seems that what this father did was not so ruthless.

After parting with Lu Xiaofeng, Tan Zhao finally found the room arranged by the housekeeper, but at this moment the room was no different from a cage. In his memory, Yu Luocha responded to Yu Tianbao's request, and would call Bao'er Bao'er when he was in a good mood. But he is always busy with various major events, seeing ten of them in a year is considered too much.

This is a deformed father-son relationship, but Yu Luosha's reputation is too great, even if some people think that he loves his son too much, no one thinks it is wrong.After all, Yu Luocha is just such a son, and the Western Demon Cult has a big family, so he can't be too fond of him.

What's more...a target doesn't need to be too smart.

When Tan Zhao was at the bottom of the cliff, he was still thinking about what Yu Luocha's own son looked like, but he didn't expect to meet him so soon, and even... the famous swordsman Ximen Chuuxue in the world.

You asked Ximen Chuuxue to inherit the Western Rakshasa Cult, you are afraid that you will be captured by someone every minute, right?

Even though the disaster was at the forefront, Tan Zhao still gloated and thought that all the ingenious thoughts of this Jade Rakshasa were wasted.

But soon, Tan Zhao couldn't laugh anymore.

The lamp was lit, and the figure of the man drinking tea from the teacup was reflected on the other side of the table, his face was still shrouded in mist, the fake son who had never seen the face of his father in the world, this relationship is really entangled.

"You didn't die. To be honest, it's a bit beyond my expectation."

Ever since he saw Yu Luocha, Tan Zhao had already anticipated this scene. If he hadn't followed Lu Xiaofeng to see him off thousands of miles away, maybe he could still spend his life incognito, but there are no ifs in this world, and facts are facts: " No, I'm dead."

"Oh? The way you look like this is to make me admit that I have misjudged my eyes?" There was a threat in his voice, obviously he himself was not as peaceful as he showed.

Tan Zhao suddenly opened another topic: "Master Yu is here, is he planning to kill me?"

But Yu Luocha laughed, and shook his head after laughing: "No, you are wrong, I will not kill people in Xue'er's place, besides, you are such an interesting person, it would be a pity to die."

Really moody.

But in the end Tan Zhao was forced to make a bet with him, a bet on the ownership of the Western Rakshasa Sect, and the bet was Tan Zhao's life.

**

When he got up the next day, Tan Zhao heard that Lu Xiaofeng had left the villa, he thought to himself that this new friend was unreliable and dishonest, but he still sat on the chair in the dining room of Wanmei Villa honestly.

This person is alive, even the sword god still has to eat, after all, how can he swing a sword without eating.

Tan Zhao had already changed his face to reveal the original appearance of Yu Tianbao. Yu Luocha was not there, Ximen Chuixue looked at him fixedly, and said, "As long as you are in Wanmei Villa, he can't do anything to you. .”

Tan Zhao nodded, and promised this kindness, whether it was because of Lu Xiaofeng's pleading or the apology that the other party might have made Yu Tianbao a living target for more than [-] years.

To be honest, eating with Ximen Chuuxue is really not a good thing, because he would feel like eating with a piece of ice.

The moment he put down his chopsticks, there was a sudden sound of hurried footsteps outside the door. He turned his head and saw a charming woman glaring at him. The target was Ximen Chuuxue who was sitting on the main seat. He could only hear her The voice was three parts angry and seven parts sad: "Ximen Chuuxue, where is my son?"

Tan Zhao felt that he should not be here, but under the table.