C1 Death of jun wu xie

"Bam!"

Jun Wu Chen hastily pushed open the door to the study room, only to see Jun Wu Xie leaning weakly against the table, his entire body was convulsing, his chest was beginning to release a faint cyan light.

"Dad!" "Dad, how are you!?" Jun Wu Chen was startled and rushed over to help him sit down.

Jun Wu Xie staggered forward, and was supported by his son to move to the armchair. His face was ashen, his lips pale, his eyes cloudy and lifeless. The originally strong and vigorous man now looked as though he had aged a decade or so in an instant.

"Wuxie! Wuxie! " Jun Li's beautiful face turned pale white, and he knelt down beside Jun Wu Xie, his face full of tears, "What's going on, what's going on?!" She was at a loss on what to do as she looked at Jun Wu Xie's injuries.

"Wu wu, dad, how are you!" Jun Ling'er burst into tears.

He pressed down the congealed blood in his chest, stretched out his trembling hand and patted Jun Li's ice-cold hand before stroking the top of his son's head.

"I'm fine."

"Dad!" Jun Wu Chen held back his tears and held his head tight.

For so many years, his father had endured all kinds of humiliation. He had to do all sorts of household chores, even searching for a body tempering heavenly resource for him. Although he would neither beat nor scold the disappointing him, he noticed that his father did not eat much on the day after he scolded him.

Once, when he was lying in bed with a serious injury, his mother applied medicine for him. He inadvertently glanced at the window, only to see his father hastily leaving the scene. From that day on, he could always catch his father's sad eyes, his helpless sigh, his trembling hands as he hit him.

In fact, he could always feel his father's love as heavy as a mountain.

"Is there really no other way?"

Jun Wu Xie looked carefully at his son's innocent face, and shook his head, sighing softly.

"In the end, it was me who let you down." He faced his wife, and his eyes were filled with a deep emotion that had never been revealed before, "I have never been able to let you have a good life in this life … "If I die, you have to live well."

He said death lightly, word for word, in the heart of the listener.

Jun Li was stunned. He didn't say anything, but his tears continued to flow.

Jun Wu Xie turned his head and looked at Jun Ling'er, who was sobbing, and said weakly: "Father has something to tell Big Brother, Little Ling'er will help father with one last thing, and take Mommy to the other room to rest, okay?"

Jun Ling'er wiped away her tears and nodded, choking as she said, "Daddy, don't go! I … I don't want Daddy and Grandma to be the same, leaving Ling'er behind. Ling'er will promise you anything."

After Jun Li and Jun Ling'er left, he faced his most anticipated and most disappointed son.

For a moment, he suddenly felt that a peaceful and peaceful life was what he had longed for the most in his life …

No! That's not right! The green imprint on Jun Wu Xie's chest started to shine brighter, and the scene of him getting humiliated again and again flashed in front of his eyes. All these years of being treated coldly, those people being mocked and ridiculed, all those hundreds of years of being worried and resentful …

He couldn't accept it! He couldn't accept it! He couldn't accept it!

Jun Mo Xie's eyes were brimming with excitement as he stared fixedly at his son in front of him.

"Kneel!"

Jun Wu Chen was startled, but still kneeled down. At this moment, his father was exceptionally solemn.

"I want you to break off all relations with your friends."

Jun Wu Chen was startled and thought to himself: I don't train often, although I haven't improved much, but what does this have to do with my previous friends? Although they were all good-for-nothings, they were all worthy of the word 'righteous'. Jun Wu Chen lowered his head without saying a word, his face filled with unwillingness. However, he couldn't abandon his friends in the face of the Jun Family.

Jun Wu Xie, who was well aware of his son's personality, had guessed what Jun Wu Chen was thinking and shouted angrily: "Evil child! If those people treated you as a friend, they would not let you learn without doing anything! For a friend, you have to throw away your head and shed hot blood, but you also have to distinguish which one is the true friend! "Tell me, you, you …" Cough cough cough … "

Jun Wu Xie was so angry that his heart was burning, and he accidentally caused his wound to hurt, which caused him to cough. He covered his chest and tried to calm himself down, then closed his eyes and started to breathe heavily.

"Do you know how, within the clan, our branch was ignored, suppressed, and humiliated?" Jun Wu Xie's eyes turned cold.

Jun Wu Chen nodded silently. He knew that he was a direct descendant of the Jun Family and was qualified to be the next Patriarch. However, his strength had been weakened by the internal conflict within the Family. During the Family Competition fifteen years ago, his father had been seriously injured by a cousin of the family branch, and his family had been endlessly suppressed. Thus, he left the family with his wife and children in order to establish himself here.

"I want you to guarantee that you will revive my clan and wash away my shame!"

Jun Wu Chen steadied his heart, and vowed seriously: "I, Jun Wu Chen, swear to myself that from now on, I will restore the life of my people, and wash away my shame! Those who oppress those who trample on our dignity, I will return them tenfold or even a hundredfold! If I can't, then I'll be struck by five lightning bolts, and will never be able to reincarnate! "

Jun Wu Xie nodded his head in relief, and let out a breath of relief. Blood was flowing out of the corner of his mouth, and his face was changing colors like a lantern.

"Forgive me …" I … Take good care of... You yourself. "

He suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. His eyes slowly lost their luster as his body collapsed like withered leaves.

"He left just like that …" "How can you just leave us like this …" Jun Wu Chen's eyes widened, "I won't allow it! I won't allow you to leave me like this! I will not forgive you! "

Ignoring the blood on his face, he hugged the man that was once like a mountain. His eyes were bloodshot and he broke down crying.

"Wake up! Wake up! "

Only now did he realize how precious it was after he lost it.

...

Jun Wu Chen lowered his head and silently pushed open the door, holding his mother who was crying outside, and announced the painful news.

Jun Wu Chen pretended to be calm on the surface as he finished arranging his father's funeral affairs. Jun Wu Chen didn't say a word and simply shut himself up in the training room in the backyard, as if he was crazed enough to start tempering his body.

A white cloth was hung over the manor, and those who came to pay their respects occasionally could only shake their heads in resignation when they saw Jun Li, Jun Ling'er and her mother kneeling by the side.

"I heard that the young master of the Jun Family has never been to the mourning hall. Instead, his adopted daughter has been keeping watch every day."

"That's right! "Alas, the Jun Family has been oppressed by my family all year round, and my son is not someone who can live up to expectations. Alas, what a pity, to end up like this at such a young age …"

"Yeah, luckily, I wasn't the one who had such an unfilial son …"

Within the training room.

The scenes of his father's life were played out one by one in his mind. Jun Wu Chen's sorrowful expression turned into grief as he ruthlessly smashed his fist on the wooden stake.

Six days had passed, but he had not made the slightest bit of progress in his training.

Time and time again, he practiced his basic fist techniques, smashing his body against the wooden stake again and again.

Everyone said that he was an unfilial son, not even his father's first seven offerings. Jun Ling'er had been here many times, but had always been rejected by him.

The rain-like punch landed heavily on the wooden stake, and the small piece of wood flew past his cheek, leaving a trail of blood.

He wasn't willing to accept this.

The heavens were so unfair to him! To give him such a damaged body, he accepted it. But why was it that no matter how hardworking he was, no matter how hard he tried, he could never compare to anyone else!

He wasn't willing to accept this.

Why did they all have a beautiful and complete home, while he had lost his father at a young age, and even had to suffer the entire family's indifference! Why! Why did you do it!?

"This isn't fair, isn't fair …" Jun Wu Chen was lying on the ground exhausted, and was panting heavily, his sweat pouring down like rain.

When he was young, his parents had always encouraged him. He believed that as long as he worked hard, he would succeed. He had paid far more than his peers.

Thus, he gave up his dream and exiled himself. He spent his days wandering around the tea house of the gambling den, idling away his life with a group of rogues and dogs.

Although his father always beat and scolded him, he never gave up on him. The stalwart man who loved him that way and cared about him is no longer here …

No one else tried to persuade him to work hard to improve. No one would secretly visit them outside the window after teaching them a lesson. No one else … No more.

AHH!" He could not help but scream into the sky.

Jun Ling'er slipped into the training room with a small basket of food. Her brother was curled up on the floor, covered in sweat and dust, his surroundings a mess.

"Brother, what's wrong with you?" Jun Ling'er walked quickly to his side, a look of worry on her face.

Jun Wu Chen buried his head in his arms, not saying a word.

Jun Ling'er quietly put down her basket and sat down beside him, quietly staring at the suspended beam above her.

"I'm just a piece of trash, don't you think so?"

After a while, she suddenly heard a reply. The voice was so soft that she thought it was just an illusion.

Without thinking too much, she turned around and gave him a sweet smile. Then, she slowly hugged this petite and self-abased youth.

"How could that be? In Ling'er's heart, big brother is a man, not a trash!" She said resolutely, her small face full of determination, "Daddy is Ling'er's hero, big brother is daddy's son, how can he be trash! Ling'er has also learned from Grandma for a long time. Big brother, you need to have confidence in yourself! "

The youth raised his head and looked at the little girl with disbelief, as if she was telling a huge joke.

Then she laughed again, and put her arms around her, and tears came out of her closed eyelids.

"Thank you. In the future, I will become your next hero!"

Accompanied by the girl's sweet smile, he picked up the basket of food and wolfed it down, a warm feeling carefully protecting his meager confidence.

...

The weak youth led the young girl into the solemn mourning hall. He slowly walked in front of the woman in white and kowtowed three times.

"Mother, I was in the wrong before. From today onwards, your son will never let mother worry about him again."

A gratified smile appeared on Jun Li's haggard face as he embraced her slowly maturing child. He murmured, "I haven't let down your father's good intentions. There's still a long way to go. Now that he's gone, you're the only one who can support me."

Jun Wu Chen knelt in front of the coffin and kowtowed three times.

Father, I will not let you down. I will definitely lead our exiled branch families back to the Royal Family. Revenge is a gentleman, ten years is not too late, I will definitely make them pay for it with their blood!