Chapter 172: Comprehension In Gong Yanqiu's heart, the palace trace is a tool, a tool that can make the palace family rise and take off is not only Gong Luoji, but also Gong Yanqiu's attitude towards his other sons, daughters and other relatives.
As the iron-blooded and cold-blooded head of the Gong family, as early as fifty years ago, when her husband died, she learned to be thoroughly hard-hearted.
All people are not as important as the Gong family, and when necessary, anyone can sacrifice except herself.
Whoever dares to resist will pay the price is like the scar of the palace, which rebelled against himself back then, then today is the day to pay the price.
On this day, Gong Yanqiu waited for a long time.
There is also Gong Linhai, the father of Gong Luoji, although he is her most optimistic eldest son But back then, on the issue of whether Gong Luoji should marry Wu Yanming, Gong Linhai stood in the perspective of Gong Luoji, and then he single-handedly helped Gong Luoji to come to Yanjing and leave the palace family.
Therefore, three years ago, Gong Yanqiu asked Gong Linhai to carry out a mortal mission, and Gong Linhai did die "All disobedient people deserve to die, Gong Luoji, your father, my own son, if he doesn't listen to me, I can send him to death with my own hands, not to mention that if you weren't for you, I would have killed you a long time ago" Gong Yanqiu said coldly in her heart.
The entire palace family knows the ruthlessness, cruelty, and cold-bloodedness of the head of the family, Gong Yanqiu.
However, no one could have imagined that Gong Yanqiu would be so inhuman Su Ling didn't know how to describe what it was like to be in this artistic conception he was in now.
Ethereal.
Traceless.
Waft.
Understand.
He stood at the bottom of the mountain, raised his head, and wanted to see the top of the mountain, but he couldn't see it clearly.
This artistic conception turned into a sword after a while, and he wanted to grab this sword, but this sword was like a mirror, and he couldn't reach it at all.
This artistic conception turned into a gust of wind after a while, and the strange thing is that the wind has no direction, it is drifting, completely freewheeling, he wants to chase the wind, but he finds that he is delusional.
"What kind of space I am in now seems to be a paradise, I have never seen it, but it is like a place in my memory" Su Ling muttered to himself: "The mountain, the sword, the wind, what is the connection between these and the laws of space, what do I want to comprehend?"
Take a deep breath Su Ling quieted down suddenly, he no longer looked at the mountain, no longer caught the sword, no longer chased the wind, he sat cross-legged on the ground After sitting down, Su Ling began to deduce.
"Mountain, topless sword, shadowless wind, formless" I don't know how long it took, it seemed that a million years, ten million years, Su Ling finally opened his eyes and muttered to himself, and there was finally a trace of understanding in his eyes.
"When I can overcome the obstacles of space, I will be able to reach the top of the mountain, grab the sword, and catch up with the scattered winds."
"Because, whether the mountain has a top or not, whether the sword has a shadow or not, whether the wind is dispersed or not, they are all in this space, aren't they?"
"How should I cross the barrier of space, is integration, if I am space, space is me, and the obstacle does not exist?"
Su Ling stood up.
There is a touch of mysterious, vicissitudes of life and temperament on the body.
"I see" There was a smile on the corner of his mouth: "All I have to do is to merge the space, how to merge it" In the next second, Su Ling raised his head slightly and spit out two words: "Time" "If I stay in the artistic conception of this Shinto space long enough, I will assimilate with the space."
"Time is the most effective means of assimilating everything" "And no matter how long I stay in this space Shinto artistic conception, the time in the outside world will not change."
Finally completely figured it out, Su Ling's whole person relaxed.
He didn't think about anything, he didn't do anything, he just let himself relax and sit in it like a dead thing Time passed, Su Ling didn't know how long he had been sitting, endless years As time passed, he slowly had a feeling, a feeling that his body was not there, flowing like nothing, and his qi was clear.
"It's almost there," Su Ling muttered with a smile.
At this moment, his meditation is no longer sitting on the ground, but doing whatever he wants.
Sometimes hanging in the air, sometimes entering the ground, sometimes shuttling, all in one thought.
At the same time, Bao'er glanced at Su Ling, who seemed to be asleep in the dark, and sighed: "I don't know how Su Ling is, seeing that he has been in the setting for an hour, and he hasn't woken up until now, he should have gained something."
"Coming" Gong Luoji stared at the surveillance screen and spit out two words: "Mu Han, Lin'er, you don't cultivate martial arts, so, stand behind me, if I die, you will commit suicide Even if you commit suicide, I don't want you to fall into the hands of the Deng family, it will be better to live than to die" Chen Muhan and An Lin'er nodded heavily, and the two girls pulled Xixi and stood behind Gong Luoji.
"Grandma, why haven't you come yet" Gong Luoji's heart was full of despair, endless despair.
Soon.
"Knock Knock" It's footsteps.
Heavy footsteps.
The Deng family came with great fanfare.
Faintly, Gong Luoji even felt the sound of trembling.
Gong Luoji, An Lin'er, and Chen Muhan all held their breath.
After more than ten breaths.
"Bump" A fierce sound sounded all at once, and the door was kicked open.
And then.
All dressed in black, there were hundreds of people, led by a middle-aged man, and a white cloth was tied to his arm.
He was followed by a dozen expressionless men, and what made Gong Luoji frightened was that they were all masters of Xuanqi.
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Not only that, but there was also an old man side by side with him, and this old man turned out to be a master of the Xuanling Realm.
"Do you know why I'm wearing a filial piety cloth" The next second, the middle-aged man smiled and smiled faintly: "It's for my son to wear filial piety, hehe, white-haired people, send black-haired people" The middle-aged man is Deng Fulu, the head of the Deng family, Deng Fulu.
"Deng Luo is to blame," Gong Luoji stared at Deng Fulu coldly.
Deng Fulu continued to say to himself: "My son is only in his twenties this year, he is an illegitimate child, and I have not been with him since I was a child."
"In the past two years, he has only been in the Deng family, and I want to compensate him well, but now I don't have a chance" "Luo'er's performance is very good, he is extremely good in all aspects, and I even want him to be the successor of the Deng family."
"It's a pity, I thought about it a lot, and recently I just learned where he could become the successor of the Deng family."
"Luo Er is too competitive and the heavens also favor him, he actually has a strong special physique, and he was actually favored by the Taihong Sect, one of the three major sects of Tianwu Mountain."
"In the future, he will become the existence of hope for Taihong Sect, a small head of the Deng family, what is it to him" :