Chapter 9: Chilling

"Strong words!" Xia Xun angered: "You just talk to elders, do you still have my second uncle in your eyes?"
Xia Qingchen has been patient with this second uncle for a long time, and said coldly: "Second Uncle? Whose second uncle will arrange nephews in the corner and be neglected? Whose second uncle will condone outsiders to humiliate and bully nephews? Whose second uncle? Will he help outsiders accuse his nephew after his nephew defeats?"
"Don't put gold on your face anymore! What kind of thing do you deserve to be my second uncle?" Xia Qingchen's eyes were sharp, and there was a sense of cold pride in his eyes.
He regarded Xia Yuan as his father because of what Xia Yuan did, and indeed he was regarded as "father".
What does Xia Xun count as his second uncle?
"You! Something unrespectable!" Xia Xun rushed over and gave him a slap.
Xia Qingchen spoke in public, believing him to lose face!
"Xia's name, you beat my son, and I break your son's leg!" A thunder bursted out of the crowd.
However, Xia Yuan, who had always been polite, looked like an angry lion.
Xia Xun raised his eyebrows and scolded: "Xia Yuan, are you just going to commit murder?"
Everyone knows who commits the crime.
Don't understand, just open your eyes and talk nonsense.
"Xia Xun, bullying people should be more than enough!" Xia Yuan's eyes looked cold: "I can tolerate your father and son to disrespect me, but I will never tolerate you bullying my son!"
He finally said what had been suppressed for a long time, and completely let go of the long-existing affection.
"Than you?" Xia Xun released a Xiu Wei that was significantly higher than Xia Yuan.
Xia Yuan said coldly: "My strength is indeed not as good as you, but it really makes me anxious. Is it difficult to secretly kill your son?"
This remark shocked Xia Qilin in the crowd.
His talent is very good, but after all, the practice time is still short. In front of Xia Yuan, an elder who has been practicing martial arts for many years, he is as weak as an ant.
If Zhen Xia is staring at him, he dare not leave Xiafu of Chengbei in half a step.
Xia Xun also felt a little dazed in his heart, secretly whispering, did he force their father and son too hard, actually made Xia Yuan angry like this.
So much so that Xia Yuan's kind and kind-hearted people must sever ties with him.
Xia Cangliu, who was above the throne, looked at his brother who had turned his back on his hatred.
Who is right is wrong, he sees the score clearly.
The fault of this matter was all because Xia Xun's father and son were too compelling, and it was only at this moment that the situation was created.
Emotionally, he should speak for the wronged father and son Xia Yuan.
But he is a very rational and very realistic person.
"Xia Yuan, take your son and leave Xia Fu immediately!" Xia Cangliu said indifferently: "Your father and son, they are too ignorant, they are too disappointing me!"
Xia Yuan looked at his father, cold in his heart.
Apparently their father and son were bullied, and in the end, Xia Cangliu blamed them for being ignorant?
Could it be that Xia Qingchen was sensible by being pressed on the ground by them and learning to bark obediently?
His heart cooled completely.
"You take care of your body." Xia Yuanqiang tears, beckoning to Xia Qingchen: "Light dust, let's go!"
Xia Qingchen gave Xia Cangliu a deep look.
If the second uncle is blind, grandpa is blind.
The father's filial piety, he never saw it, only saw the benefits, not the hearts of the people!
As many guests watched, Xia Qingchen followed his father to leave Beixiafu.
It was a joyous banquet, and it broke up.
Li Weifeng sank into the water and ordered his son to be taken away.
Xia Xun was trembling with compensation: "Ms. Li Mingcai has clearly drawn the line between our North Xiafu and South Xiafu. What they have done has nothing to do with my North Xiafu."
Li Weifeng nodded: "Mr. Li has always acted with grievances and debts. Whoever makes me feel bad, and who makes me sad!"
His eyes flashed sharply.
It is conceivable that Li Weifeng, who is the mentor of Wuge after the assessment of Wuge after January, is afraid that he will not easily forgive Xia Qingchen who participated in the rematch.
Outside the door.
"Light dust, I'm sorry, I'm incapable of being a father, and I'm troubled by your frustration." Xia Yuan felt ashamed.
Why are they being treated unfairly by grandpa, not because he is too incompetent?
If he had the achievement of his second brother, would Xia Cangliu dare treat their father and son like this?
"Father gave me life and nurtured me to grow up. It is the most benevolent and righteous. The children are too late to thank them. How can they blame their father?" Xia Qingchen sighed softly: "Now I have grown up, and I have to fight for my own honor!"
Even the master of the body has never blamed Xia Yuan.
Because it was not that Xia Yuan didn't work hard enough, but that his body had suffered an accidental injury many years ago, but cultivation progressed slowly.
"The reason grandpa looked down upon me, the second uncle bullied me, and the cousin scorned me was because my strength was too low." Xia Qingchen stared at her: "So, in the Wu Ge rematch, I want to make a big surprise and let that linger The mouth was closed completely, letting the scornful eyes narrow from now on, and letting the oppressive heart go out."
He was not interested in the Wu Ge rematch, but now he feels it necessary to show himself.
Not for him, just to make Xia Yuan raise his eyebrows.
Let the world know that Xia Yuan has a good son!
"Light dust..." Xia Yuan moved in his heart, staring at the reborn Xia Qingchen, hesitated.
Xia Qingchen seemed to understand his intentions, and smiled indifferently: "Why did my strength break through Xiaochen's Siming, and where did the Qingshen Shenshui come from? Please forgive the children for secrecy. After the Wu Ge rematch, they will definitely tell each other. At the same time, I will give my father a gift!"
Xia Yuan looked at Xia Qingchen and did not force him to speak out now, nodding slowly: "I look forward to that day."
The father and son walked side by side and were about to leave. Behind them came a cry: "Saint, take me with you!"
Looking down, it was a little white dog, spreading four short legs and chasing up awkwardly.
With a gift box in his mouth, Xia Yuan gave Xia Cangliu the game of Go.
"Why take it back?" Xia Qingchen asked.
The little white dog grinned: "The old thing is not only blind, but also blind, not worthy of receiving a gift from the father of the saint, so I stole it back."
Xia Qingchen squatted down and touched its head, saying: "It's wrong to steal something, but you did nothing wrong."
Xia Cangliu really does not deserve the filial piety of his father.
"I didn't intend to raise a dog anymore, but, depending on how you got the chess back, follow me in the future. It will be up to you to make great achievements in the future."
The little white dog is grateful: "Thank you saint."
"My name is Xia Qingchen. You can call me by my name or other names, except for the saint." Xia Qingchen said.
The word saint is too blatant.
Although he fully deserves the name of the saint.
"Then call you... Dust Master?" The little white dog's black and white eyes rolled.
Xia Qingchen nodded and expressed his approval, looked at the little white dog and said, "I will also give you a name called... Leng Qiu."
Leng Qiu, thousands of years ago, a sword of cold people's heart, a thousand years of unforgettable hatred.
He reminded himself that he always remembered the scene thousands of years ago.