Chapter 557: It’s not about unrequited love, but about siblings?
"There is gossip indeed!"

Wang Pingan looked at Le Wenmao's guilty expression and couldn't help wanting to laugh. However, when he saw his master's angry expression, the smile that had just appeared on his face disappeared instantly, and he secretly sighed:
'But speaking of it, it was hard for my master. After all, no normal man would be able to accept this kind of thing. Even after decades, he has gradually accepted it, but when his rival appears in front of him, it is still difficult to suppress the anger in his heart! '

and.

Wang Ping'an looked at his master's angry expression. Although the conversation between his master and Le Wenmao had not unfolded much, he could infer from it that Le Wenmao must have let his master down, otherwise neither his master nor Le Wenmao would look like this.

For a moment, Wang Ping'an was filled with endless sympathy for his master.

although.

Love between men and women is just a minor path. The real major path is the path of spiritual practice. But how many people can let go of love?

Taoist Xuanqing had a ferocious look on his face, glaring at Le Wenmao, as if he wanted to eat Le Wenmao alive, and said in a bad tone:
"I left Liangshui Town and asked you to take good care of Wenjun. Is this how you take care of Wenjun for me?"

"Master, you are my grandmother's brother!"

Le Zhuang was surprised.

Hearing this, Taoist Xuanqing and Le Wenmao had not yet reacted, but Wang Ping'an almost couldn't help laughing out loud. He had never thought that Le Zhuang would actually mistake his master for his grandmother's brother, and didn't even think about him. His grandfather was an orphan, so how could he have a sister?

"Brother Gouzi, it's my fault, it's my fault, I didn't take good care of Wenjun!"

Le Wenmao had a guilty look on his face, muttering to himself, lowering his head and not daring to look at Taoist Xuanqing, tears streaming down his face.

Taoist Xuanqing looked at Le Wenmao's embarrassing appearance, snorted coldly, turned his head to look at Le Zhuang beside him, and said with a smile:

"You're right, I'm your grandma's brother!"

'Forehead?'

Wang Ping'an, who had been secretly laughing at Le Zhuang's lack of vision, immediately stopped laughing at Le Zhuang after hearing what Taoist Xuan Qing said. His expression became strange, and while Taoist Xuan Qing wasn't paying attention, he secretly stared at him and said to himself:
"Is it possible that I am the real clown and I misunderstood everything? Isn't this a story of unrequited love?"

However, this thought did not stay in Wang Ping'an's mind for too long before he dispelled it himself. It was not that he was unwilling to recognize his mistakes, but he did not believe it. His master was just a homeless man, so how could he have a sister?

"Wenjun's parents and my parents both lost their lives on the road to escape famine. She has been dependent on me since she was young, and I have already regarded her as my own sister.

When my master sent me a message saying that you married Wenjun, I was very happy. After all, I knew that although you, Le Wenmao, were not as good as others, you were a good man and you cared about Wenjun wholeheartedly.

You two are getting married. I believe you will let Wenjun live a good life. If I hadn't been busy at that time, I would have wanted to come back and attend your wedding!"

At this point, Taoist Xuanqing's face was filled with regret that was difficult to conceal. He glared at Le Wenmao and said in a bad tone:

"But I never thought that when I received the next message from my master, it was the news that Wenjun had passed away. When I left, I checked Wenjun's body. She was in good health. How could she suddenly die of illness? Can you tell me how Wenjun died?"

At that time, it was a critical period for him to compete for the inner disciples of Ziyang Palace. If he failed to pass the assessment, he would be persuaded to leave by Ziyang Palace and let him find his own way. His biggest dream in this life was to devote his life's energy to cultivation like his master. Although he was looking forward to the marriage of his Wenjun and Le Wenmao, he paid more attention to the competition for the inner disciples of Ziyang Palace.

He only has this one chance, he can't give up no matter what.

According to his master, an ordinary person like him, who has no background at all, cannot afford to fail even once. Once he fails, he will be doomed.

He wanted to walk on the path of cultivation. Given his current situation, the only help he could seek was from Zi Yang Palace. If he was persuaded to leave by Zi Yang Palace, it would be almost difficult for him to make any progress in his cultivation in the future.

and so.

At that time, he almost exerted his full energy, like a madman, and it took him several years of hard work before he barely passed the assessment of Ziyang Palace and became an inner disciple of Ziyang Palace. Just when he was about to tell his master and his daughter Wenjun the good news and let them be happy for him, the news came that his daughter Wenjun had passed away.

He was in a daze for a long time, and barely recovered. He wanted to go home to find out the details of the situation, but he didn't expect that Zi Yang Palace would give him the first inner disciple assignment. He wanted to refuse, but his master told him in a letter that his practice was more important, and he couldn't let the news of Wen Jun's death affect his practice.

This was also the regret of his Wenjun before her death!

Even now, he couldn't forget that when he was young and practicing with his master, every time he was exhausted, he would still talk endlessly to his wife Wenjun about his dreams. His wife Wenjun not only did not laugh at him, but encouraged him again and again.

"Brother Gouzi, it's me, I'm sorry for you..."

Le Wenmao seemed to have Alzheimer's disease, repeating himself over and over again. Before he could finish his words, Taoist Xuanqing scolded him:

"Of course I know. It was you who let me down. Before I left, I told you many things. You promised me in person that you would take good care of Wenjun. I don't want to hear you say sorry now. I just want to know how Wenjun left. She had only been married to you for a few years, and she left. She was obviously in good health!"

of course.

He knew that Le Wenmao could not have been responsible for the death of his Wenjun. Le Wenmao and they were playmates who grew up together. How could he not know who Le Wenmao was? He had always liked to show his courtesy in front of his Wenjun since he was a child. When she was a little older, no matter what his Wenjun said, this bastard Le Wenmao would do it.

It is no exaggeration to say that even if Le Wenmao died himself, he would not harm his Wenjun.

and.

Liangshui Town is under the rule of his master. Don't say that Le Wenmao is not crazy. Even if he is crazy and wants to harm his Wenjun, his master will be the first one to not let this bastard go.

"Wenjun, Wenjun died when Xiaozhuang's father gave birth to him!"

Le Wenmao said with a painful look on his face.

"impossible!"

Taoist Priest Xuanqing immediately stood up to refute, and angrily said: "When my Wenjun gave birth, didn't you hire a midwife? Even if the midwife couldn't help my Wenjun, there was no doctor, and you didn't invite my master to help?"

(End of this chapter)