By the way, Han Zhengyang was called to the Sword God Temple with joy. He thought that the master wanted to cultivate himself well, but he was wrong. Yu Yanqin's words "Wu Shuang is my son" made him feel excited.

Hearing Yu Yanqin's words, he was completely in a bad mood. At this time, he was still thinking about winning the position of owner of Wanmei Villa, and he was full of thought about how to deal with this matter.

What's wrong with this? Didn't we all do well? Why did we suddenly mention Wushuang? Did the master discover something? But this matter has obviously been so long.

Just when he was in a state of excitement and uneasiness, he suddenly heard Yu Yanqin's voice like a heavenly sound, "I'm tired, you go back first!" After hearing this, Han Zhengyang immediately breathed a sigh of relief, so he stood up,

"That's true, the disciple will say goodbye first..."

If it were normal, he would have been hoping to stay in the Sword God Temple for a while and observe the breath left by the Sword Saint, but at this moment he was feeling like he was sitting on pins and needles and wanted to leave immediately.

However, what made Han Zhengyang feel relieved was that his master did not directly attack him, which means that there was still room for relief. In other words, although he might have suspected that he was still a little hesitant.

And his hesitation was his own opportunity. With such a buffer time, he could do a lot of things, but things were far from being so simple. Just as he bent down, a black shadow suddenly appeared behind him. The black shadow flickered and a silver light flashed.

Han Zhengyang felt a slight itch on his neck. When he reached out to touch it, he found that there was nothing. He couldn't help but feel confused. At this moment, a sound suddenly came from his ears.

"Zhengyang, I suddenly remembered something again. You sit down first and let's talk for a while..."

This is the voice of the master. What did the master think? Did he think of something else? He knew what he had done before? But he did not dare to disobey Yu Yanqin's words, so he sat back to his seat.

At this time, Han Zhengyang felt that his head was a little blurred, the image of the master in front of him was a little erratic, and some murmuring sounds suddenly came from his ears, and everything around seemed to become more gorgeous.

The throne-fighting meeting ended, and I easily won. I am the future owner of Wanmei Mountain Villa. Master did not become the Sword Saint, but his skills were greatly damaged. Now I am finally going to pass the position of owner to me.

"Zhengyang, tell me everything about that year? Did you do Wushuang's things?" Yu Yanqin's voice was slightly sharp. Although he had doubts for a long time, he wanted to know the truth.

However, Yu Yanqin's words fell into Han Zhengyang's ears and turned into, "Zhengyang, Master is no longer able to do it, I will leave the Wanmei Villa in the future to you, but Master wants to ask you the last question, did you do the unparalleled thing?"

Han Zhengyang laughed loudly, pointed at Yu Yanqin and said, "Master, you'll just leave it to me in Wanmei Villa. As for the things Wushuang Junior Brother, of course I did it. Otherwise, if you are Wuyou, a little sword boy, dares to do such a thing? Hehe..."

"Why? Why do you have to attack Wushuang? I have always treated you very well. If I hadn't taken you in, you would have starved to death on the street..." Yu Yanqin asked in a cold tone.

"Why? Why can you do it? It's because of this Wanmei Villa, Master, it's enough for you to have me. If you treat me as a son, I will also respect you. What other son do you want? It's enough for you to have me, hehe..." Han Zhengyang said with a silly smile.

"You're just trying to fight Wushuang because of this?" Yu Yanqin's hand tightly held the armrest of the chair, and the armrests were squeaking by him. This wolf-hearted thing.

"Yes, when I realized that you were more concerned about Wushuang than me, I began to pay attention. So he inquired from many sources and finally found out that your son was called Wushuang, so I asked Wuyou to take advantage of the opportunity to go into the mountains to collect herbs, first obsessed, then killed him, and then pretended to be attacked by wild beasts..."

"You killed Shuang'er?" Yu Yanqin shouted in shock and anger. This was impossible. If he killed Shuang'er, then who is the inner hall? Although he hasn't seen his daughter for more than four years, he can still recognize his daughter, that is his daughter Yu Wushuang.

"Yes," Han Zhengyang showed his white teeth. "According to Wuyou, he killed Wushuang, then threw him under the cliff, and threw his blood-stained clothes in the forest..."

Looking at Han Zhengyang's smug look in front of him, Yu Yanqin stood up in anger. The air was filled with a sharp aura. At this time, a man in black suddenly appeared beside him and said to Yu Yanqin.

"Master, let's take a look again. Moreover, this kid cannot die. If he dies, there will be problems with the battle for the throne this time. Now all major sects have come..."

After hearing the advice of the man in black, Yu Yanqin finally sat down and continued to listen to Han Zhengyang's unrestrained words. It turned out that Han Zhengyang had already been thinking of something wrong and had made a lot of preparations to accept Wanmei Villa.

Spread my own rumors in the world, build momentum for myself, make friends with disciples from major sects, gain external support, and at the same time get together with the middle-level warriors in the villa and gain their support.

Gu Lingyun in the back hall felt a sense of furry. If that sword boy really killed Yu Wushuang, then who is the person who has been with him in the past few years?

Yu Wushuang's fooling around? Or is he not Yu Wushuang at all? Or is Yu Wushuang not dead at all?

When Gu Lingyun was mumbling in his heart, he suddenly remembered a voice behind him, "Why did this guy say I'm dead? I'm obviously alive, right?"

Gu Lingyun was so scared that she was shocked. It turned out that Yu Wushuang had changed back to men's clothing at some point. She was behind him and said with a frown.

Seeing Gu Lingyun's appearance, Yu Wushuang said angrily, "What are you thinking about so enchanting?"

Gu Lingyun rolled his eyes speechlessly. What are you thinking? Of course, he was thinking about you, whether you are dead.

Originally, Gu Lingyun should not have doubts about such things, but when he saw Yu Wushuang being controlled not long ago, he was somewhat suspicious of whether Yu Wushuang was really alive.

The Blood God Son is indeed a magical technique, constantly refreshing his understanding of the world. He even believes that the four of them can stand up and communicate with him normally.

However, when he saw Yu Wushuang, Gu Lingyun threw out all the absurd thoughts in his mind. Yu Wushuang is Yu Wushuang. He has been together for the past few years and cannot deceive himself. He is a human being, a living person.

Just as Gu Lingyun figured it out, Yu Wushuang suddenly exclaimed, "I remember, I remember when I was in a daze, I seemed to hear something like ‘transaction’ and ‘money’. Could it be that sword boy who secretly sold me?"

This sentence sounded a little wrong, but Gu Lingyun fully understood what she meant. He touched his bare chin and couldn't help but fall into deep thought. This was not impossible.

In order to get some money, the sword boy sold Yu Wushuang to the hands of human traffickers. The sword boy naturally could not tell Han Zhengyang about this, so Han Zhengyang always thought that he had killed Yu Wushuang.

This can explain why Yu Wushuang finally appeared in the blood prick, and was resold by human traffickers to a tissue similar to the Blood Owl, and was eventually sent to the Blood Owl.

This is a more reasonable explanation, but there is no way to confirm this, because Han Zhengyang has already explained that the sword boy was removed by himself. In order to thank the sword boy for what he did for him, he let the sword boy walk peacefully and feel kind-hearted.

After hearing what Han Zhengyang said, Yu Yanqin's face turned pale. He did not expect that the eldest disciple he taught was such a guy. He winked at the man in black.

The man in black rushed up and hit Han Zhengyang on the back of the head. Then Han Zhengyang's eyes flipped and fell to the ground with a plop. Yu Yanqin said with a gloomy face,

"Take him out, and then secretly monitor him. If he doesn't show any abnormality, let him participate in the battle for the throne two days later. If he has any abnormality, he will directly control it, destroy his martial arts and expel him from Wanmei Villa..."

The man in black responded, and when he picked up Han Zhengyang's collar behind him, he was like carrying a chicken, and he carried Han Zhengyang out of the Sword God Temple.

Looking at the man in black who went out, Yu Yanqin couldn't calm down for a long time. This was the good disciple he taught. If he hadn't come back this time, he would probably never be able to discover his true face, and he would even hand over Wanmei Villa to his hands.

Thinking about the consequences, even with Yu Yanqin's skill level, he couldn't help but shivered. At this time, Old Xiao walked to him gently, comforted him softly,

"Master, please relax. Although the eldest son has had such a thing, the young master is back and with the young master here, Wanmei Villa will definitely continue to be glorious..."

"Who is that boy the eldest son? After fighting for the throne, no matter what the result is, he has no relationship with Wanmei Villa anymore..." Yu Yanqin said coldly.

Gu Lingyun in the back hall touched his chin, but this scene was extraordinary. Han Zhengyang was basically useless, so Yu Wushuang seemed to have no powerful opponent.

PS: It’s too tiring to get back to two updates a day, and I don’t have the motivation at all. I’ve basically given up on this book. I’m writing a chapter now that I’m reading for more than a dozen people. It costs less than two yuan, and I’ll divide the website halfway, haha!!

I will update two times a day and stick to my senior year. I will write down the plot and just treat it as practicing writing style.

Alas, to be honest, I really want to cut it. I thought that my grades would not be too good, but I didn’t expect that it would be so bad. Maybe I have experienced too little and it is not suitable for writing such human hearts and such plots?

If you want to watch, just watch slowly. If you don’t want to watch, don’t force yourself to keep (you can’t keep it even if you keep it).

I have always been sad about whether I had fallen into the wrong pit. I just watched a video (bamboo took four years to grow three centimeters, and the fifth year grew thirty centimeters a day). I don’t know when I will come in my fifth year. I hope I haven’t chosen the wrong way.

I will persist until I graduated from graduate school. That was my fifth and a half years of writing books. I didn’t improve anymore. That really means that I really don’t have talent. I will find a job and be mediocre for my whole life!!

There is a lot of nonsense, haha.
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