Chapter 750

Wenxinxue, the first minister of Shengchao!

A woman with a cold face and an independent woman stands there quietly with a green front in her hand and a fairy like temperament. However, one sword can gather the eyes of the whole world. It seems that as long as she stands there, the whole world will lose its color.

Wen Xi's ugly face was a little more ruddy. When he saw Wenxin snow disappear for many days, he knew that Chu Feng's killing would stop.

The rest of the literary guards and the Wen family also showed a smile when they saw Wen Xinxue. This is the pride of the literary school. Although she is only a woman, she can defeat the imperial city by herself. She is really the first minister of the holy Dynasty.

Chu Feng stopped, looking at the woman in front of him, cold mouth: "you want to block me?"

Wenxinxue frowns slightly and looks at Chu Feng with complicated eyes. The limited picture of two people getting along with each other is constantly whirling in his mind. When he first came back, Wenxi told him that chufeng was a heinous murderer, but after contact, she knew that Chu Feng had killed countless people, but more was forced.

Because he wanted to live better than anyone else, he knew exactly how many people would die with him if he died.

Wen Xinxue had no choice but to make a choice between the family and Chu Feng. Although she did not grow up in the literary family, she could not deny that the literary family had given her life, which always needs to be paid back.

An apologetic sigh said: "you have killed a lot of people, enough to calm your anger, your violent, why persist?"

Chu Feng did not move, but still that sentence: "you want to block me?"

Wenxinxue's body is slightly shaken. She can understand Chu Feng's anger, but she can't bear to see Wen's people die again. She sighs and says, "sorry, Shigong!"

Wenxi and wenshuhua, who had originally hung a smile, said in surprise: "Xinxue, what do you call him, Jueyin Shitai and him?"

Wen Xin Xue blushed and was forced to call Chu Feng Shigong. She shook her head and said, "abbess Jueyin is my second master. My real master is Murong Bing, the woman just now. She let me go on the road of martial arts. She is the woman of Chu Feng, and Chu Feng is my teacher!"

Wenxi and wenxinxue are shocked by their bodies. They are surprised to find that the excitement at the beginning has disappeared. Wen Xinxue and Chu Feng still have this relationship. Compared with the neglected family relationship between wenxinxue and wenxinxue, they both realize that things are not so simple today.

At least even if today's crisis is over, the next wenxinxue may not stand on the side of the writers.

Chu Feng did not seem to hear their words in general, walked forward, indifferent and resolute: "today Wen Ao Qing will die, he will not die, I will die!"

Wen Xin Xue raised the green front, pointed to Chu Feng, and said with a little struggle: "Shigong, don't force me, OK?"

Chu Feng did not stop, straight forward, the voice is flat: "you saved me once, I owe you a life, so I won't fight with you, but you can't stop me from killing!"

Wenxinxue's green front stabbed into Chu Feng's injured shoulder, but Chu Feng did not stop, and still went to the front. In wenxinxue's stunned and tense look, the sharp sword directly penetrated through and came out from behind Chu Feng, blood dripping on the snow, and Chu Feng also stood in front of Wenxin snow.

Wen Xin Xue Song opened the weapon in his hand and stepped back two steps. In his eyes, he was at a loss: "why?"

Chu Feng looked down at the sword on his shoulder and raised his hand to pull it out slowly. The blood flowed along, which seemed to give people a cold feeling of indifference. The green front had come out, and Chu Feng's blood was more than one. In turn, he handed the sword to Wen Xinxue and whispered, "I owe you, you stab me with a sword, and you and I will never owe you any more!"

Wenxinxue takes the sword, but feels that it is much heavier than before. Looking at the Chu wind standing in front of her, a touch of heartache emerges between her eyebrows.

When Wen Xi saw this scene, he said, "Xinxue, I know you don't have much feelings for the literary family, but the literary family has always given you life. Wen Aojun has been killed. If Wen Aoqing dies again, we can't raise our heads any more. Today, you just have to stop Chu Feng and even kill him. We Wen family and you, two clear!"

Wen Xi's resolute words shocked the spirits of the people at the scene. Li Ji couldn't bear to stride forward any longer. He kicked him and scolded him: "Damn, I've seen a grandfather, but I haven't seen a grandfather like you. My granddaughter can say such things. I really want to shoot you!"

Wen Xi was ravaged by Li Ji, and the literary guards had no time to surround Chu Feng, and Wen Xinxue was not worried about it. She quickly came to block Li Ji's face, but her eyes were wary.

In front of so many people was kicked by Li Ji, Wen Xi's old face was hot. This kind of humiliation was even more painful than two knives on him.

Pointing to Li Ji, he wanted to scold him, but he knew that the result of scolding could only be more unfortunate. He thought that he did not have much capital compared with his predecessor No. 3.

Li Ji coldly swept Wenxi and looked at wenxinxue and said, "wench, I know you are a reasonable person. We can understand Chu Feng's doing this. Others can kill him, but he can't do it. You will not understand that kind of oppression. If you block his way today, I will be very sad and disappointed."Wenxinxue looked at the blood dripping wound of Chu Feng, clenched her lips, and her nose was a little sour. Before she left, she took out a small bottle of powder. She felt a little aggrieved and said, "I'll stop bleeding for you first."

Wenxinxue's aggrieved look, Chu Feng can feel that her heart is not good, she knows it's wrong to block her own, but she can't do that, the kind of entanglement is not good.

Chu Feng took wenxinxue's hand and didn't let her stop bleeding. She shook her head with a bitter smile: "although I want to kill, I don't want to see you hard to do it!"

His eyes leaped over Wenxin snow and looked back at the corpses all over the ground. Chu Feng sighed: "just!"

After releasing Wen Xinxue's hand, Chu Feng turns around and leaves. Li Ji is stunned. But then she is relieved. Qin Yue looks at the people and quickly goes forward to help Chu Feng. She knows that only when she leaves with Chu Feng can she survive. Otherwise, her life is worthless.

Wenxinxue stares at the Chu wind with bloodstains every step of the way. Her back makes wenxinxue feel lonely and helpless at the moment.

Happy gratitude and enmity is the dream in everyone's heart, but when we really want to do it, it is easy to be trapped by various things. Love, friendship and family affection can't make a person completely free to do things. At the moment, Chu Feng just doesn't want to be embarrassed by wenxinxue and gives up killing.

Confused eyes slowly changed firm, wenxinxue went to Wenxi, and resumed the cold mouth: "call you grandfather for the last time. From then on, the literary family has given me a clear birth, and I am no longer a Wen family."

Light left a word, wenxinxue put up the green front and walked slowly toward the outside. She felt a little guilty and grateful to Chu Feng. The literary family only gave her the favor of childbirth, but she didn't care for her. This is the thorn in wenxinxue's heart. But at the moment, Chu Feng completely pulled out for her, and she could pursue her martial arts more calmly.

Wenshuhua looked at the figure slowly disappearing at the gate of the literary family, then came back to Wenxi and ran to Wenxi: "father, snow in her heart?"

"That's it

Wen Xi seems to be a lot older at the moment. Looking at the corpses all over the ground, she feels that everything has changed. She says slowly: "Xinxue has been taken away since she was a child. According to the agreement with abbess Jueyin, Xinxue only needs to help the Wen family once, and repay the kindness of childbirth. It has been paid back today."

Looking at the door with no one, Wen Xi said faintly: "it's impossible for you to tie her down with family affection. She is destined to be a person standing on the level we can't reach, not from my literary family."

Wen Shuhua's eyes struggled for a moment, and finally turned into a sigh. The master of the literary family was in charge of it. Even if Wen Xinxue was his own daughter, he could not help it. Thinking of the girl who had never called him father or even his father, she felt inexplicable pain, but there was too much to do.

Wen Aoqing, who was hiding in the west side of the scene, came out of the scene after the disaster. He only saw the corpses and the ugly face of Wenxi. He hid the comfort of the disaster.

Wen Xi saw Wen Aoqing coming, narrowed his eyes and slapped him in the face as he approached and said, "why did you shoot? You see how many people were implicated because you shot?"

Although he didn't see who was seriously injured by a shot just now, Wen Xi was not a fool. Thinking of Chu Feng's explosives and that gun, he had more chances to kill Wen Aoqing.

Wen Aoqing also realized his stupidity just now, covered his face and said, "I'm sorry!"

Wenxi also wanted to give Wen Aoqing a slap, but finally put down his hand, waved and said: "quit your post as deputy section officer of the imperial city. After this incident, you have been recorded and stirred up the relationship between several big families. You are very lucky to leave the Imperial City, go to Guangzhou to find Huang Chengdong and go to Tianwang gate to work."

Through the vicissitudes of life, there is a chance of killing and cruelty: "although it's not today, it's also the most humiliating thing for the literati for a hundred years. There's nothing you can do to kill hundreds of people by being killed. If Chu Feng is not dead, I'll die with my eyes closed!"

"Go ahead and develop well in tianwangmen. In the future, Fengmen and chufeng will die if they want to die!"

I thought that I would lose my skin if I didn't die this time. I didn't want to be arranged for other things. Although I can't be a brilliant official, at least I still enjoy the wealth of tianwangmen. After careful consideration, I can see that the number of literati is withering, and he is no longer a literary man.

Hundreds of people died in order to protect him. If he was killed in the end, hundreds of people died in vain. Wen Aoqing nodded after he thought it out: "don't worry, I will be the first person to step into the river and sea in the future."

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