Chapter 474: Battle with the Heavenly Monarch (1)
When Hu Ping was yelling, Hu Tianjun wanted to cover his face with his hands and say that he didn't know Hu Ping!
This son!
Even though he is his own son!
After Hu Ping became an adult and did so many absurd and brutal things, Hu Tianjun once doubted whether this was his own child - so, when Hu Ping was still in his mother's womb, he had used secret methods to check again and again. On the premise of confirming the blood inheritance, Hu Tianjun secretly took Hu Ping's blood and asked a great divination master to help him verify the parent-child relationship!
Facts have proved that Hu Ping is his own son!
Hu Tianjun felt so aggrieved... He had thrown Hu Ping into the most brutal training camp in the studio several times, and even secretly arranged for Hu Ping to carry out the most dangerous tasks.
Anyway, he had many sons, so it was understandable that one of them died in the training camp, or died in a frontline assassination mission. There were so many senior executives in the studio, and which senior executive didn't have three, five, six, or eight children who died in their family?
But Hu Ping managed to survive it all time!
His cultivation is not very high, he does not carry many magic weapons with him, his network of contacts in the building is not very wide, and he does not have many followers outside. Among Hu Tianjun's children, Hu Ping's strength and influence are the worst.
But he survived those damn training camps and dangerous missions.
Moreover, the more he was tormented, the more perverse, violent, twisted and weird Hu Ping's character became. In the end, Hu Tianjun was too lazy to care about his son and just let him run wild, treating him like a stray dog that had nothing to do with him at all, letting him go wherever he wanted and die wherever he wanted!
This time, Hu Buwei urgently asked for help for his eldest son. Hu Tianjun was so anxious!
He has been in the position of building owner for so many years, and his cultivation has entered the half-step heavenly realm a few years ago. According to the inheritance rules of the photo studio, he should abdicate and let Hu Buwei take over the position of building owner. He will join the elders' group of the photo studio, and from then on he will practice in seclusion and exist as the foundation of the photo studio.
Therefore, after receiving the report from his younger brother Hu Tianxiong, Hu Tianjun was anxious - his eldest son, second son, and third son were all trapped in the secret stake base near Huiyanlin. If anything happened to these three sons...
Well, he still has feelings for his son, especially for a talented son like Hu Buwei who performs extremely well. Hu Tianjun has a very deep father-son relationship!
He would not be able to accept it if something happened to Hu Buwei.
What he could not accept was that if something happened to Hu Buwei, the person he was training as his successor, it was very likely that the position of the building owner would fall into the hands of Hu Tianxiong and the sons of his other brothers!
The difference between the next OP being your own son or your own nephew is huge!
For example, if after abdicating and joining the Council of Elders, Hu Tianjun said to the new owner of the building, 'Find me some pretty and lovely maids', and if his own son became the new owner of the building, then there would definitely be a large group of gorgeous, stunningly beautiful, lovable, gentle, obedient and serviceable girls sent to him!
If it was my own nephew who sat on the throne of the OP...haha, the person who was placed in front of him might not be the right kind of person.
Perhaps, he would respectfully send him a large group of wives who are big enough to stand a man on their fists, run horses on their arms, and are good at bearing children? He would even euphemistically call them "they are good at hard work, quick and capable"?
Because of the above reasons, Hu Tianjun was very nervous and personally selected his men and horses to rush to the Sword Washing Pool to rescue his beloved son. As the master of the first floor, Hu Tianjun felt that it was not a big problem to easily enter the territory of Jianmen.
He and the current headmaster of Jianmen have known each other since childhood.
Hu Tianjun is even a registered disciple of Jianmen.
When he was a child, he actually learned kendo in Jianmen.
He even served as a companion to the current headmaster of Jianmen.
Therefore, Hu Tianjun felt that he would definitely not be welcomed to Jianmen's territory because the studio had a bad reputation. However, he would definitely not be in danger.
One is the friendship between himself and Jianmen.
One is that his reputation as the owner of the photo studio is still quite intimidating. Even if it is Jianmen, they will never make a deadly feud with the photo studio for no reason. Hu Tianjun is sure of this.
God is blind. Hu Tianjun rushed all the way here, and before he found his three precious sons, he ran into a "bastard"!
Hu Tianjun felt a slight pain in his heart, a slightly sweet taste in his throat, and his right hand was trembling and itchy. He wanted to draw his sword and poke eighteen transparent holes in the bloody body of Hu Ping.
Before Hu Tianjun, who was always decisive in killing, could figure out how to deal with the situation, dozens of sword lights suddenly descended, and a group of Jianmen disciples surrounded the small sampan, which was more than ten feet long. Sharp sword intents raged across the water near the sampan, cutting deep cracks one after another.
White cracks densely covered the water surface, and as the sword intent rose, these cracks took a long time to heal.
"Is this arrogant man your son?" A disciple of Wutong Sou, called 'Hanyu Weng' by everyone in Jianmen, a middle-aged man who looks a bit old, with gray hair and beard, looked at Hu Tianjun with a bad face.
A group of Jianmen disciples were very curious, and their eyes kept scanning the faces of Hu Tianjun and Hu Ping. How could this be said? Hu Tianjun had a good appearance and extraordinary bearing. The way he dressed gave people the demeanor of a "modest gentleman, a son of a wealthy family".
And what about Hu Ping?
This is a mad dog that has been beaten crazily by dozens of its own kind, now covered in blood, dirt and tatters!
Are these two father and son?
Their looks and temperament don't match at all!
Hu Tianjun hesitated and remained silent, not wanting to answer this question.
Hu Ping was screaming crazily, shouting with joy: "Dad, dear dad, you are here... Ha, of course he is my real dad, he is my real dad, Hu Tianjun, the owner of the photo studio, haven't you heard of his name?"
"Hahaha, you are dead, dead... Dad, kill them, kill them! I know that when you go out, you will be accompanied by at least twelve elders and three hundred supreme assassins, and I don't know how many other lackeys you have!"
"Killing these people is an easy task!"
"There is a pleasure boat in front of us. Inside is a girl dressed as a man. You must capture her alive for me. I want to manipulate her into 1,800 different poses without repeating one!"
"Hey, Dad, let me tell you, I recently learned a new way to play, hey, that chick is in my hands... do you want to learn it?"
There was a loud clanging sound, and sword beams appeared around dozens of Jianmen disciples. The fierce sword intent directly enveloped Hu Tianjun.
Han Yuweng's pupils condensed. He looked at Hu Ping who was shouting. Thousands of extremely fine cold lights appeared around him for no apparent reason. The pale white light spots were flying around him rapidly, just like a bunch of icy raindrops flying in the wind.
He was very surprised, and looked at Hu Tianjun with great curiosity: "Is this really the current owner of the studio? Is this boy really the owner's son?"
Hu Tianjun touched the jade flute on his belt with his right hand.
He was thinking about killing someone to silence him.
It was really… Hu Ping, this son. Ever since he showed all kinds of absurd and bizarre tempers, Hu Tianjun had given up on him. Even to the outside world, Hu Tianjun did not admit that he had such a son.
All along, Hu Ping has been committing crimes and doing whatever he wants in the territory secretly controlled by the photo studio. He rarely goes to other sects' territories to cause trouble and embarrass himself.
This time, the shame was brought to Jianmen’s territory.
Hu Tianjun was hesitating, should he admit that Hu Ping was his son?
Isn't it not worth it to turn against Jianmen just for such a 'beast-like'... no, a 'worse than beast' son?
Han Yuweng frowned: "Who are you?"
Hu Ping was carried by several Jianmen disciples, who cheered loudly in the air: "He is my father, my father Hu Tianjun, the current owner of the studio... You don't believe it? Pull down his pants, there are three black moles on his left buttocks, which are exactly the shape of a regular triangle."
Hu Ping smiled so hard that his eyes narrowed into a line: "When I was a child, my father went to my mother's room, and I secretly saw it, hey!"
Han Yuweng's face twitched violently.
A group of Jianmen disciples looked at Hu Ping and then at Hu Tianjun in astonishment, their faces tightened and they tried hard not to laugh.
If this gentle and refined middle-aged man in front of him was really the owner of the studio that everyone in the Yuanlingtian cultivation world feared... Heh, heh, heh, he would kill to silence him, right? He would definitely kill to silence him, right?
Many Jianmen disciples were already prepared to warn Jiancheng. As long as Hu Tianjun made the slightest unusual movement, they would immediately issue a warning and then spread the news that the studio owner had three black moles on his buttocks and that it was his son who revealed it in public to all directions.
Hu Tianjun looked up at the sky.
The sky is blue, the clouds are white, and the air is clear and refreshing. In the high sky, there are floating mountains slowly swaying back and forth, flying boats and warships are flying in the air, and there is also a terrifying master in a long robe with wide sleeves, a tall crown on his head, and an aura of cold and awe-inspiring. He stands on the cloud with his hands behind his back, looking around.
Because of this brief stop, Han Yu Weng and a group of disciples surrounded the small sampan. In the sky, there was already a floating mountain, twelve thousand-foot-long ships, and four masters in long robes with large sleeves, whose aura had obviously reached the half-step heavenly realm, turned their attention here.
Hu Tianjun took a deep, deep breath.
As he inhaled, an extremely obscure fluctuation of magical power flashed across his body, which was completely imperceptible to outsiders.
The three natural black moles on his left buttock were wiped out by him using his magic power.
No one in the world can make the owner of a photo studio expose his buttocks in public to prove his innocence...
Whether these three black moles exist or not is not important to Hu Tianjun at all!
However, Hu Tianjun resolutely smoothed out the three black moles that had accompanied him for thousands of years... Really, this, this...
Hu Tianjun wanted to shout at the tablets of his ancestors in his studio: "Ancestors, please open your eyes ... Strike this beast to death with a bolt of lightning!"
Hu Tianjun exhaled heavily and closed his eyes.
"You guys, let him go. Otherwise, don't blame me..."
The next moment, the flying swords of all the Jianmen disciples who surrounded the small sampan, including Han Yuweng, and dozens of Jianmen disciples shattered and exploded into countless powder.
