C23 The Identity of His Mother
C23 The Identity of His Mother
"Your mother is called Feng Mochou because she was born by the Mochou Lake. I named her Mochou. The two words on the jade pendant were" Mochou. She was a genius since she was young. No, she was an outstanding genius among geniuses. At the age of 10, she was at the 3rd level of Qi Cultivation, and at the 12th level of Qi Cultivation, she was at the 10th level of Qi Cultivation. At the 18th level of Foundation Establishment, he was the most promising Core Formation disciple among all the disciples of the Feng Family. However, on her eighteenth birthday, everything changed. " Feng Jihui's voice was ethereal. Feng Yimo did not understand why she was talking about his mother. And not Daddy.
"Mo Chou was smart and hardworking since he was young. Even though it was his birthday, he was still working hard to cultivate. However, on his birthday, On her birthday, she went out of the city and came back to save a person. That person was heavily injured and had a kind heart. She left him in the Feng Family to take care of him. Little did he know, Two months later, that man's injuries were healed. He actually proposed to marry Mo Chou, so of course I didn't agree. In order to maintain the purity of his bloodline, the Feng Family wouldn't allow any girl to marry someone with another surname. Secondly, that person's background was unknown. They couldn't marry Mo Chou to him. "Who would have thought that the two of them would secretly have a husband and wife."
Ah? Feng Yimo was dumbfounded. Was that person his father, Feng Yuliang? It didn't feel like it. Sure enough, Feng Jihui continued, "At that time, I was extremely furious and furious. According to the family rules, there was an affair without marriage, and they needed to be soaked in a pig cage to be executed. I ordered Mo Chou to be locked up and waited for the next day to be executed. But Mo Chou knelt down and begged me. It doesn't matter if he died or not. I beg you to give birth to the child and then execute her. "
"I was completely stunned. I was so angry that I spat out blood on the spot. I just wanted to slap her to death so that I wouldn't embarrass myself. However, when I saw her pitiful eyes, I couldn't bear it. Sneakily let her go and pretend that she didn't have this daughter! Child! "Your mother is my daughter, and I am your grandfather!" Feng Jihui looked kindly at Feng Yimo. He knew his daughter was no longer alive. When his daughter left, she said that she would never step foot into the Feng Family even if she died. If she really came back, it would only be a descendant who came back with the jade pendant. At that time, she was already dead.
Feng Yimo was stunned by this sudden change. He thought it was his grandfather's house, but it turned into his grandfather's house. Wait, where was his father? Where did his father go?
As if sensing Feng Yimo's doubt, Feng Jihui sighed. "Back then, I didn't agree to your mother's marriage with your father. He was angry. Feng Yuliang was a servant of the Feng Family. He was sent to take care of your mother who was pregnant. After your mother was pregnant with you, her cultivation suddenly disappeared without a trace. She became a mortal. This is also the reason why I was very angry. The Feng Family originally had a chance to produce another Golden Core Cultivator in ten years. But your father ruined it. Do you think I should hate him?"
Feng Yimo remained silent. He was still digesting Feng Jihui's words. He could only smile bitterly. His mother suddenly lost her cultivation base. That was because she had been devoured by the Spirit Devouring Silkworm. The culprit was him! If his mother still had Foundation Establishment cultivation, how could she be bullied by the Zhou Family? After a while, he still mustered up the courage to ask, "What's my father's name?"
"Mo Ziyu!"
Feng Yimo understood. Yimo, Yimo.
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Feng Xinping was fourteen years old. He was smart and capable. At such a young age, he was already at the second level of Qi Refining. He was supposed to serve the young master Feng Qilin, but the family head ordered him to be assigned to the side of Feng Yimo and Young Master Cousin. He was very reluctant to do so. Young Master Lin was the eldest son of the family head, First Young Master. It was said that he was the first candidate for the next family head. He had a bright future ahead of him. He was also highly trusted by Young Master Lin. Normally, he would be rewarded with some spirit stones and spirit pills for cultivation. Otherwise, how could he have made such great progress?
This time, he was suddenly transferred to another book. Feng Xinping was in a bad mood. If the family head hadn't raised two low-grade spirit stones per month to four, he would have been in a bad mood. He even had the idea of hitting a wall. However, when he saw Young Master Cousin, he was still impressed by his appearance. He had sharp eyebrows, bright eyes, and a face as clear as jade. He was as handsome as jade, and he was truly elegant and refined. On the other hand, Young Master Lin's appearance was ordinary. Compared to the Young Master Cousin in front of him, he was like heaven and earth. But what was the use of looking good? When he saw that Feng Yimo didn't have any spiritual energy in his body, he thought to himself, He knew that Young Master Cousin was a mortal. He wanted a cultivator to serve a mortal. He felt even more wronged.
"Greetings, Young Master Cousin!" Feng Xinping bowed to Feng Yimo expressionlessly and emphasized the word "watch.
Feng Yimo had originally left immediately after seeing the Feng family. He did not want to stay, but after seeing the cruelty of the blood sacrifice ceremony, he felt a lingering fear. However, Feng Jihui felt sorry for his grandson. Since he had found this place, he would not let his grandson lose his place and wander around.
Feng Yimo could not say what kind of suffering Feng Yimo had. The blood sacrifice ceremony had not come yet, and the entire Hundred Flowers City did not know about the tragic blood sacrifice ceremony. He could not say that he had seen the bloody scene, so he temporarily stayed and waited for the opportunity to leave. Looking at the young cultivator in front of him, he knew that his grandfather had sent him to watch and protect him.
Previously, his grandfather had asked him if he had cultivated, but he denied it. His grandfather didn't say anything and arranged a courtyard for him. This place was located at the back street of the Feng Family's compound. It was a small independent door. There were two houses. The east and the west were 200 feet long and the south was 30 feet wide. In the middle of the courtyard was a pear tree. It was autumn, and the pear tree was covered with golden and ripe pears. A gentle breeze blew, and the fragrance of fruits drifted over.
"Hello, thank you for your hard work!" Feng Yimo greeted Feng Xinping with a smile. This follower who was about the same age as him had a grudge in his heart. Thinking about it, it made sense. He was a Second Level Qi Refinement cultivator who came to serve a mortal like him. Naturally, he felt uncomfortable.
"What should I do? What plans does Young Master Cousin have today?" Feng Xinping still had a cold expression on his face.
Feng Yimo looked at his new home. He felt that he lacked bedding, cabinets, desks, and other things. He said, "Let's go to the street and buy."
...
As the soldiers and civilians who went to watch the show returned to the city, the Hundred Flowers City became lively again. The flower festival continued, and the flowers that were knocked down were arranged neatly again. It was a scene of prosperity again.
Feng Xinping looked at Young Master Cousin who was walking in front of him. His anger was ignited bit by bit. He really treated himself as a servant. He carried all the things that he had bought. Young Master Lin's errand boy had become his follower. He had lost all his face.
However, Feng Yimo seemed to not know about this. He continued to move forward. In front of him was a main street. The road was wide, and there were over a thousand pots of flowers on both sides of the road. They were all chrysanthemums of different species, and the fragrance of flowers assailed the nose. As soon as Feng Yimo walked into the street, the dozens of butterflies that were originally lingering on the chrysanthemums flew over. They started dancing around him, attracting the attention of countless residents.
Feng Xinping looked at the scene in front of him in surprise. Could it be... Could it be that Young Master Cousin was an insect trainer? As if confirming his thoughts, more butterflies rushed over and formed a cloud of butterflies in the sky above Feng Yimo. It was a spectacular sight. Everyone clapped their hands in wonder.