Nine Regions Heavenly Venerate

Chapter 258 Not to be missed
"Your Honor."

"Father."

Two eager voices sounded almost at the same time, Mo Chen hastily supported Leng Jianfeng's body, his face was a little worried.

Leng Yingying was concerned about the situation of her adoptive father, so she handed over the affairs of the main hall to Cheng Hong and the two brothers, and came here quickly, just in time to see Leng Jianfeng spurting blood on his back and fell to the ground.

Tears dripped uncontrollably, like broken raindrops, dripping continuously.

Mo Chen supported Leng Jianfeng, and said, "Your Honor, don't be lucky, let me see your injury."

Leng Jianfeng waved his hand lightly, motioning Mo Chen not to use it. His gaze was still looking at the void, and in his deep and hollow pupils, there was endless pain, resentment, self-blame, despair and regret, an endless stream of emotions. The sense of sadness spread out.

The surrounding bamboo seas seem to be able to feel this endless sadness, and they bend one after another, desolate.

"My lord, take care of your health." Mo Chen sighed slightly in his heart. He knew that Leng Jianfeng did have an unusual past, and everyone has their own world. Own.

"Father, what's the matter with you?" Leng Yingying cried, with deep worry on her face.

"There is no mausoleum in the mountains, and the heaven and the earth are united. Only then can we dare to part with the king, and we will depend on the white hair for life and death, and will never change until death... All of this is my mistake. I thought what kind of artistic conception was contained in it. I studied the artistic conception of Martial Dao, but unexpectedly, this artistic conception is just a cover-up, from the very beginning, I went in the wrong direction."

Leng Jianfeng muttered to himself, his weak words carried an unforgivable self-blame, and even more endless sadness and helplessness.

"I know that she is afraid of being discovered by others, so she hides all this very deeply, but I am so incompetent that it took more than ten years to understand the meaning of the painting. After more than ten years, everything has disappeared It's too late, what's the point of knowing."

"I used to be arrogant and self-righteous, and presumed your thoughts, but in the end I realized that I was wrong, and it was a big mistake. I am a coward with low self-esteem. I am Leng Jianfeng, and I am sorry for you."

Leng Jianfeng closed his eyes slowly, and there were two tears falling down. He lay there quietly, as if he was dead.

His complexion gradually turned pale, and his already old face seemed to have aged more than ten years again, and his long, light black hair was also spotted with spots of white spots. He was less than sixty, and he looked as if he was over a hundred years old.

Leng Yingying's heart trembled suddenly, and she cried even more sadly, "Father, don't be sad."

"My lord, the past is over, why are we obsessed with it?" Mo Chen sighed.

A person who can become a venerable will naturally have a stable state of mind. What kind of pain and despair is needed to make Leng Jianfeng die instantly, his black hair turned into white spots, and his whole body seems to be twilight and about to return to the earth.

Leng Jianfeng didn't reply, but just quietly closed his eyes, as if he had lost his vitality.

Mo Chen sighed softly, patted Leng Yingying lightly, and signaled him not to disturb Leng Jianfeng, but the two of them didn't leave either, for fear that something might happen to Leng Jianfeng.

They sat in the bamboo sea, watching Leng Jianfeng quietly.

In the whole bamboo sea, it became quiet in an instant, only the breeze blew past, as if it wanted to blow away the sadness in the air.

Soon, night fell, the sky was full of stars, and the faint moonlight fell on Mo Chen and Leng Yingying.

Leng Yingying cried all afternoon, and she didn't get better until now. She wiped away the tears on her face, and her slightly red and swollen eyes, under the light of the moonlight, added a delicate beauty.

She sat beside Mo Chen, showing a faint smile, "Let's get to know each other again, my name is Leng Yingying."

"Mo Chen." Looking at that beautiful face, Mo Chen also smiled lightly.

"Thank you for untying my adoptive father's heart." Leng Yingying looked at Mo Chen gratefully.

Mo Chen said: "It's a little effort."

Leng Yingying nodded slightly, looked worriedly at Leng Jianfeng who was still lying on the ground, Mo Chen comforted: "Don't worry, the lord can come out."

"En." Leng Yingying murmured softly, and the two sat in the pavilion without making a sound.

In the silent night sky, the moonlight is falling, the handsome boy and the beautiful girl seem to form a beautiful picture. I don't know how long it has passed, Leng Yingying seems a little tired from crying, and leans gently on Mo Chen's shoulder On, actually fell asleep.

Mo Chen didn't bother her, he slowly closed his eyes and practiced cross-legged.

Until late at night, Leng Jianfeng slowly opened his eyes, and his mood improved slightly, but the look of disappointment was still dissatisfied with his eyes.

"Everything is my own fault." Leng Jianfeng murmured looking at the void and sighed softly.

"Back then, she was stunningly beautiful, extremely intelligent, and had tens of thousands of suitors, but you, although you are superior in strength, have never been inferior. Otherwise, why haven't you felt her heart after getting along for so long?"

"Back then, the five major sects of the eighth domain proposed a total of thirteen marriage proposals. Why, she refused one by one and told you, but you were too inferior, thinking that you were from a remote and small country and not worthy of her, so that you delayed Don’t dare to open your mouth to express your feelings.”

"Back then, you overwhelmed all the heroes and became the number one elder of the Yueyi Sect. The entire sect believed that you and her were a match made in heaven, but you remained silent and refused to speak."

"Back then, her father was seriously injured, and she strongly recommended you as suzerain to her father. Can't you see all of this?"

"Even if the suzerain is critically ill, betroth her to the elder brother, and establish the elder brother as the suzerain's heir, when she tells you the news, you still remain silent, and the last time she came to see you, she left four scrolls, even the suzerain Before she passed away, she didn't marry the eldest brother, don't you understand all of this?"

"Even if you can't see the deep meaning in the inscription pattern scroll, but as long as you open your mouth, she will go with you. Only because there are no hills in the mountains, and the heaven and the earth are united, can you dare to part with the king, life and death depend on the white hair, and will never change until death... ..."

"However, you still failed to express your feelings until three years later, when she married the eldest brother, you just watched it with your own eyes, and didn't even express it at all. Could it be that you couldn't see the way she looked at you at that time, How disappointed and indifferent are you? Leng Jianfeng, you really don't deserve to be a human being, you really deserve to die."

Recalling all the things back then, Leng Jianfeng's heart ached, and he just looked at the night sky like this, lonely and desolate, disheartened.

In the early morning, when Leng Yingying woke up, Mo Chen also opened his eyes at the same time, looking at the white-haired Leng Jianfeng sitting across from them, he sighed slightly in his heart, and said, "My lord."

"Father." Leng Yingying didn't seem to notice that she was sleeping on Mo Chen's shoulder, she only had Leng Jianfeng in her eyes, with a concerned expression, "Father, are you okay?"

There was a smile on Leng Jianfeng's old face, and he looked at the two quietly. It seemed that the madness of yesterday was gone. Obviously, his mood had stabilized.

"Little friend Mo Chen, how did you find out that the picture scroll contained inscription patterns?" Leng Jianfeng asked curiously. He always knew that the picture scroll contained other deep meanings, but he never thought of the hidden inscription patterns.

Back then, although she was young, she was extremely talented. She was able to engrave such a picture scroll more than ten years ago, which is enough to show how strong her talent is. After so many years, I wonder if she is still doing well.

"Perhaps, it was a sudden inspiration. I am an inscription pattern master and I love inscription patterns very much, so I have a special feeling for inscription patterns." Mo Chen smiled lightly. He couldn't say that such a low-end He can see the means at a glance.

Although he knew that Mo Chen was hiding something, Leng Jianfeng was not angry, but looked at Mo Chen with admiration. If it wasn't for Mo Chen, he might not be able to comprehend the fascination in the painting and understand the love in his life.

Looking at Mo Chen's clean and sincere smile, Leng Jianfeng also gave out a sincere smile, as if he saw himself in his 20s, but now, he wasted more than ten years of good time, leaving only regret and self-blame.

He looked at Mo Chen and Leng Yingying with a smile, and said meaningfully: "Little friend Mo Chen, if one day you meet a girl who can make your heart beat, you must seize the opportunity and don't leave any regrets." .”

It was only then that Leng Yingying realized that something was wrong, she got up from Mo Chen's body with a bang, her jade face was bright red, like a ripe red apple.

"Father." Leng Yingying said shyly.

"Haha." Leng Jianfeng laughed loudly. This scene reassured Leng Yingying and Mo Chen a lot. Leng Jianfeng is a Venerable after all. , some things are still hidden in the bottom of my heart.

Mo Chen smiled lightly. In his past and present lives, has he ever met a girl who made his heart flutter?

It seems that so far, he has not met a woman who makes his heart flutter. Perhaps, watching the moon in the bamboo sea last night is also considered beautiful.

Suddenly, a figure appeared in Mo Chen's mind, it was a woman in red, standing on the top of a beautiful forest, looking at Mo Chen from afar.

"Xihong, I don't know how you are doing now." Mo Chen sighed inwardly, somewhat understanding Leng Jianfeng's feelings.

The Xihong that Mo Chen was talking about was Mu Xihong, the second most respected emperor on the list, the master of the Linxiu Pavilion of the powerful sect in the upper three regions, and known as the Great Xihong.

At that time, Mu Xihong also loved Mo Chen deeply, but Mo Chen was used to wandering around, but he did not accept the other party's love. Thinking about it now, he is really sorry for this beauty.

"Forget it, after a hundred years, she probably has forgotten me long ago." Mo Chen smiled freely, recovering from that memory.

"Remember, if you are tempted, don't miss it, otherwise, you will regret it for the rest of your life." Leng Jianfeng sighed deeply.

Immediately, he got up slowly, looked at a sea of ​​bamboos, and said quietly: "Life must be lived well, and don't leave any regrets, little friend Mo Chen, thank you for solving the puzzle in the painting for me. In the future, If there is any need, just ask, old man, I will definitely help you with all my strength."

Leng Jianfeng kept his promise, and at the same time, he also regarded Mo Chen as a junior and appreciated it very much.

If it were an ordinary person who put on a show in front of him, Mo Chen would definitely dismiss it, but for this old man with an unusual past, looking at the white-haired Leng Jianfeng, Mo Chen felt a little sad, he treated him like an elder In general, very Venerable.

Mo Chen said with a smile: "Your Majesty, you are being polite. The younger generation did not take action because of respecting His Majesty's favor. I just hope that His Majesty can untie his knots and live a happy life. This is also the wish of His Highness the Crown Prince."

The smile on Leng Jianfeng's face grew stronger, he looked at Mo Chen more appreciatively, and said with a smile: "Haha, you are the same as Zhu Yuanhe, yes, go, since you unravel these four scrolls, I will present them to you you."

"The little girl who was walking with you seems to be very talented, and she can understand something from this inscription pattern scroll. These four scrolls may be useful to her." Leng Jianfeng remembered that it was Huang Xiaoyan who subconsciously said those eight scrolls. He only thought of so many words.

(End of this chapter)