Iron-faced king.

These three words seemed to carry magic power, and at this moment, a spell was untied.

The tall man in front of him seemed to have been greatly hit. The three words with magic pulled him back from reality. He forgot to breathe for a moment. He stood there stiffly, and his hand slowly lowered and hung weakly on one side of his body.

I looked at him without saying a word.

But after a while, I saw his hand slowly lifting up again, but reached towards his own face.

He took down the hideous iron mask by himself.

A familiar face appeared in front of me.

Although many years ago, when I was captured by Luo Shi's people and went to Shengjing, I had already learned about the Iron-Faced King from General Ba. I heard about his legendary experiences and even knew that his appearance was very similar to Huang Tianba, but when I really saw that handsome face was as beautiful as a natural person, I still couldn't believe my eyes, and I just felt that everything should only happen in my dreams.

But how could there be such a real feeling in a dream?

How could I see Huang Tianba Nianhua getting old in my dream?

He is the same generation as my parents, and is over fifty years old. No matter how handsome and beautiful a person is, when his youth passes away, all he has left is vicissitudes and waste. But he still has the charm of the past with the jade face. The outline of the face is still clear, the forehead is full, the bridge of the nose is straight, the angular lips are neither thick nor thin, and the whole face is just right. These are not the most similar parts of him and Huang Tianba. The most similar ones are those bright eyes that are almost charming, with beautiful shapes and distinct black and white. It seems that God gave him such a gift at the most pleasant time, and he also incorporated the stars in the sky into his eyes.

If Huang Tianba's eyes are a pool of wine, and the fragrance of the spring is fascinating, then his eyes are this vast sea, deep and elegant, and unbearable.

And how many vicissitudes of life have you seen with such eyes?

I looked at his eyes and seemed to have seen the changes of the years.

Of course, the vicissitudes are not only in his eyes. I knew from General Ba that although the Iron-Faced King is handsome, he is a tough guy who conquered the world on the horse's back. He never cared about his appearance, otherwise he would not have shown himself with a green-faced and fanged iron mask for many years. A man like him would naturally not care about his appearance like those women or white-faced young people. The one I see now, his face is dark, rough, and his perfectly shaped lips are all cracked by the sea breeze, and he has added some disharmonious "patterns" to such an overly handsome face.

If those who regard appearance as life see him as "trashing" themselves like this, they will be crying bitterly: "The sanctuary is mourning! The sanctuary is mourning!"

Looking at him like this, I don’t know whether I was addicted to the past or the shock to him, but I couldn’t take my eyes off for a moment.

After a long time, I said softly: "Uncle."

He looked at me and looked at him, as if he felt something, and did not speak immediately.

I spoke again and started to stutter: "I have always wanted to see you."

I have a lot to say to you.

He was silent for a while, but slowly said, "But I really didn't expect to see you. I always thought that maybe one day, Huaiyin would come to see me." He paused and looked at me again. I clearly saw a hint of sadness in his eyes, and then he said, "You don't look like your mother at all."

I smiled.

But for some reason, tears suddenly surged up when this smile, almost burst out, but I just gritted my teeth and endured it, and even said with a smile: "But, some people who have seen me and my mother say I look like him."

He looked at me for a while, still shook his head and said lightly: "You are not her."

“…”

At this moment, I seemed to understand.

In the eyes of many people, I am like my mother, but in his eyes, I don’t look like my mother, and I don’t even have a similar look that makes him recall the past. No matter how much my temperament is like her, I am not her.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but smile awkwardly.

It seems like a bad counterfeit product is placed in front of a person who truly understands it, and all the bad patterns become a joke.

But he didn't notice it at all, or even if he noticed it, he wouldn't care about the embarrassment and loneliness in my heart, and just asked: "Where is your mother? Is she here?"

“…”

I fell silent for a moment.

If I had argued with Xue Qian before, but now, the Iron-Face King is standing in front of me, and the light in his eyes when he mentioned my mother could not be concealed. At this time, if I had to talk about them again, or if he had no admiration for my mother, he would have been talking lies with his eyes open.

So, when that sentence was said, I also felt a little difficult-

"She, passed away."

As soon as he finished speaking, the iron mask he held in his hand fell to the ground with a bang. The heavy sound echoed in this spacious room, and it magnified countless times, rumbling endlessly, making people's hearts tremble.

He froze for a moment and looked at me: "What did you say?"

"My mother, she passed away."

“…”

“It’s been many years.”

After saying this, I calmed down, but could not say anything else, especially looking at the dark face that looked like an iron mask, full of resolute expression, a crack suddenly appeared at this moment. His throbbing and confusion were exposed without any concealment in the infinite flashing light in his eyes.

"She passed away?"

"yes."

"Huiyin, she is dead?"

"Yes."

"How--dead?"

"I left Xichuan when I was very young. She passed away the day after I left." I said with a nasal voice: "No one told me how she left. My father did not enshrine her spiritual position in the Yan family's ancestral temple."

I can't continue to say this.

Not only did the unsuppressed pain surge in my heart, but I also saw that the Iron-Faced King's eyes turned red at this moment.

He gritted his teeth, and there was a strong outline on his face. I even heard the sound of his teeth clattering. Suddenly, he turned around and walked to the huge chair in a few steps. He reached out to hold the armrest of the chair and squeezed it tightly, as if he could only rely on that to support himself.

I was about to comfort him, but before I could say anything, I saw him suddenly reach out and slapped the armrest!

I heard a loud "click" sound, and the wide chair was shattered half by his palm. Suddenly, the wood chips splashed, and the wooden chair collapsed with a loud bang. I was shocked and subconsciously took two steps back, but he suddenly turned around and walked to me. His face turned as if he was red, his eyes were flushed, his chest was flushed violently, and he was breathing heavily, as if a flame in his chest was burning.

He struggled like this for a long time, and finally gritted his teeth and said, "She shouldn't."

"..." I looked at him stupidly.

He gritted his teeth and said, "She shouldn't."

“…”

"She shouldn't have lived so shortly. No matter how others treat her, she shouldn't have lived so shortly."

“…”

"Although I know, what's in her heart is very serious."

I was so excited, but desperately suppressing my Iron-Face King, and I felt something seemed to be swelling and surging in my chest, as if I was about to rush over and over again, destroying everything.

She shouldn't have such a short life.

But, what she was thinking was very serious.

At this moment, I was even unable to recall what my mother looked like and why her thoughts were so heavy?

I smiled sadly, but in order to make him feel better and to make myself more accepting, I said, "Maybe there are some things that make her - it's hard to bear anymore, right?"

The Iron Face King's eyes were almost bloodshot and red, and when he looked at me, his eyes became hot.

"She was forced to marry him by her father, but in the end—" When she said this, my voice choked slightly and she forced a smile: "But she was driven out of the Yan family, and finally at the foot of the West Mountain, she relied on the support of those students and monks to live. I am also a woman, I-"

Before I could finish my words, the Iron-Faced King suddenly frowned.

"force?"

I looked up at him.

Two deep gullies frowned between his beautiful eyebrows, and looked at me and said, "Who told you that your mother was forced by your father to marry him?"

“…”

I was stunned.

He subconsciously said, "No, isn't that the case?"

However, this was told by the monk Wuwei himself that he was the one who had been with my mother at the beginning, and he kept watching his father and mother meet each other from the end. Moreover, since childhood, he has always taken good care of me, which can be called partiality. Will he even lie to me?

No, I don't believe it.

But, if he didn't lie to me, what does the Iron Face King mean?

I hurriedly said, "Well, what do you mean is that my mother was not forced to marry my father?"

The Iron-faced King did not answer this question immediately, but narrowed his eyes slightly, and immediately recalled something, and a sneer flashed across his face: "Is this what fearless told you?"

I nodded quickly.

"Hmph," he shook his head coldly: "This person is so old that he hasn't been awake for years."

I looked at him with more and more surprise: "Then, what's going on? I heard from Uncle Wuwei that my father had been locked up for more than two years before forcing her to agree to this marriage. Isn't this the truth?"

The Iron-faced King sighed and shook his head.

"Of course not."

“…”

"Who is Huaiyin? He has been locked up for two years and promised to marry him?" He sneered and said, "If this is the case, then I will snatch her to the grassland and keep her for the rest of my life."

I was stunned. Before I could say anything, I heard him laughing like a self-deprecatingly and said, "But if she was such a person, I wouldn't go to steal her, let alone hold her."

“…”

"I can't even look at her."

His handsome appearance, although his youth has passed, his natural handsome appearance, especially his strong and masculinity, still makes him more attractive than many young men. And his smile seemed to suddenly inject a warm current into the world of the thick and strong man, a gentle breeze, like the sunshine on the ice, brilliant and brilliant.

That feeling is exactly the same as Huang Tianba at the beginning!

I looked at him and felt sad and could hardly help crying.

But I still suppressed my excitement at this moment. After all, he and I still have time to solve many doubts and problems. Now, I decided to figure out what is happening in front of me first.

I said, "You mean, my mother was not forced to marry my father? But my father kept her for the past two years-"

"It's not that he locked up your mother for two years, it's that your mother locked up himself up for two years."

"What?!" I suddenly widened my eyes: "She locked herself up for two years?"

"right."

"Why? Why did she lock herself up?"

"Because," the handsome face of the Iron-faced King also showed a hint of mourning, and even his voice became hoarse: "Because she was moved."

“…”

"Dears of decades of cultivation have been wasted because of your father."

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content behind! I felt the blood in my body stiffen for a moment, and my heartbeats suddenly, making my ears buzzing and hurt. I looked at him incredibly, and after watching for a long time, I said dryly: "Heart - moving?"

"Yes, she said, she said that when she had just arrived in Xishan and was still watching the scenery, someone invited her to have tea."

“…”

"Then she followed that person to the pavilion in the back mountain and met your father there."

“…”

"They had a cup of tea together."

The poison on my body had been relieved by Xue Muhua, but now my breathing was urgent. It seemed that some heavy thing suddenly came and pressed on my heart, making it so difficult for me to breathe every time. I took a deep breath and looked at the Iron Face King, my eyes almost turned red.

"What happened to them later?"

"Later? I heard that your father rushed back to Chengdu to get married, but he left the bride in his wedding hall, saying that he already had someone else in his heart and decided to marry another person. That 'other person' is of course your mother."

“…”

"But when your father went to find her again and asked her to marry him, she refused to see him."

“…”

"She locked herself up."

“…”

"Your father wants to see her, but he also knows that if she can't figure it out and force her, she can only force her to a dead end."

“…”

"So your father sent someone to guard her every day and deliver food to her. As soon as she opens her mouth, he will immediately rush to see her and wait for the answer she gives him."

The Iron-faced King said, and smiled: "This is what the fearless monk said, your mother was locked up by your father for two years."

“…”

"He is a stubborn mind. I know he has a deep affection for your mother. Because of this, no matter what your father does, he thinks that your father is harming your mother. Even later, no matter how your mother explains this to him, he only believes that your father is bullying her and locking her up for two years before forcing her to marry your father."

“…”

The Iron-Face King was still saying something, but I couldn't listen to anything anymore.

Everything he told me has completely overturned my previous cognition. The past events that have been sealed in my memory, the past events that have been in my past many years, suddenly appeared so clearly in front of me, but it seemed like a burst of smoke and dust rose, and once again confused my eyes.

Only his words echoed in his ears like thunder—

Because she was moved...

Decades of cultivation have been wasted because of your father...

I was moved...

I was moved...

It turns out that she was not forced to do it, nor did she complain about her father, but she was moved. It was because she was moved that she married. They were not forced to do it and the other was forced to do it together, but they were truly in love.

But, why?

If it was a love affair, why did she have to keep herself from for two years?

If it was her love, if it was her love for my father, if it was her locked up for two years and decided to marry my father after she came out, then all this was her own choice, no one forced her, and no one forced her... But why did she always have a faint smile in her memory, and her eyes that were so pure that she was almost cold, and why did the lives of the three of us never make me feel her enthusiasm, and only she stood there from afar, looking at our coldness like an outsider?

Could it be that she chose my father and all this?

I just felt something surge in my heart. The grievance that I had ignored for years suddenly blocked my throat. Tears almost rolled out from my dry heart. When I raised my head and looked at the Iron-Face King, I could hardly help but ask, suddenly, a sentence he had just said flashed through my mind—

To be precise, it is two words in that sentence.

Repair.

Decades of cultivation...

I suddenly felt a buzzing sound in my mind.

It seemed like something was beating me desperately, and amid the huge blow, those noisy words and countless scenes in my memory flashed in front of my eyes like a revolving lantern.

I spent countless nights with her.

She looked at the letters sent to her from somewhere under the flashing candlelight.

The candlelight was clearly extinguished, shining on her half-long hair, and the many silver threads mixed inside were lit up into a snowy light under the candlelight...

Her deep brows and the worries in her eyes seemed to have suddenly grown aged by dozens of years.

I raised my head tremblingly and looked at the Iron-faced King: "You just said that she - Qing Xiu, what's going on?"
Chapter completed!