Early autumn, dusk.
The sky is gloomy, and the dark clouds are drooping, making people breathless with sultry heat.
Looking out from the window, several peaks are dull and unclear, and the waterfalls are turbulent, seeming to swallow people.
Suddenly, there was a thunder, and a gust of wind came!
Wen Jing closed the violently vibrating window against the wind, and her hair fluttered messily. He muttered silently, trying his best to calm down: “The ninth day of August, the evening. The ninth day of August, the evening…”
Lu Yunfei stared at him coldly: “Jing’er, what are you talking to yourself?”
Wen Jing turned around, looked at Lu Yunfei calmly, and said something that made Lu Yunfei wait for several years: “Grandpa, I have reached the fourth level of Qi training.”
Lu Yunfei’s eyes lit up slightly, and the color of ecstasy flashed by, but it dimmed again, and a touch of false surprise and joy gathered on his face: “Okay! Promising! Grandpa will take you to Xunyang Town tomorrow. Play!”
After speaking, he raised his eyebrows seemingly.
…Hey, this complicated mood.
Wen Jing could see his hesitation. After all, seizing a house is acting against the sky, and the probability of failure is too high. Lu Yunfei is afraid of death for a lifetime. How can he not be in trouble now?
He pretended to be happy and said: “Then I will go to bed first.”
“…Also, get up early tomorrow.”
Wen Jing turned around, and just about to go back to his small room, there was a sudden cool breeze behind him. The skinny wrinkled hands were like withered trees on his shoulders, like human bones crawling out of a graveyard, causing Wen Jing’s hairs to stand up.
Lu Yunfei said kindly and desolately: “Jing’er, our grandparents have not talked for a long time, let’s talk tonight.”
This tone cannot be resisted, Wen Jing got goose bumps, so she took a deep breath and sat down: “What does Grandpa want to talk about?”
Lu Yunfei walked slowly, lighting an oil lamp, and his thin figure cast a long shadow in the dim light.
The wind and rain slapped the windows, with a solemn intent to kill.
He seemed to be immersed in the past, his old and muddy eyes were half drooping, and he slowly said: “Jing’er, Grandpa raised you for more than ten years, how will you treat you?”
“Naturally is good.”
“Do you know, who is Grandpa’s father?”
The black shadow on the wall swayed with the flickering light, like a ghost and scary.
“Great-grandfather? Who is it?”
“Grandpa’s father is the famous ancient mirror school elder, Luzhishan! Have you ever heard of it?”
Lu Yunfei’s wrinkled face was soft, his eyes overflowing with brilliance.
Wen Jing was dumbfounded.
Why isn’t such an important thing written in the book?
In “The Tribulation of All Living Beings”, Lu Yunfei was a cannon fodder. The main body of the article introduced him to the matter of raising his grandson Duoshe in just one sentence, and he had nothing to say about his life experience.
A cannon fodder, why is it so big? The mountain of that road is the only wood-line Tianling Root among the five sects. It has entered the Golden Core Stage in less than a hundred years. It turned out to be the father of this old ghost!
Lu Yunfei’s eyes dimmed again, showing embarrassment and pain: “It’s a pity that I have poor aptitude. Since his birth, he has only three brothers in his eyes. He has never looked at me directly or even scolded me. Never before! Jing’er, grandpa’s pain, do you know?”
Wen Jing lowered his head silently, without speaking.
Lu Yunfei was excited: “I’m not convinced, I’m also his son, why did he treat me like this? When my brother was fifteen years old, he practiced ten levels of qi and made him furious and scolded my brother for nothing. . But I’m twenty years old, and he doesn’t even know my cultivation base! One day, I’m going to raise my eyebrows and make him regret it! Tell him to look at this son who can’t even be named, how about—”
Speaking with a violent cough.
Wen Jing was silent, motionless.
Lu Yun tremblingly took out a black sign from his arms, like gold and not gold, like wood and not wood. There are tears in the corners of his eyes, and the lines on his face are soft, and he has returned to his former kindness. Lu Yunfei gently held Wen Jing’s wrist: “Jing’er, grandpa waits to do something. If grandpa dies, you can use this token to go to the ancient mirror school to find your grandpa. Although he doesn’t necessarily remember Me, but you are also considered the descendants of the Lu family, he will not care about it. What’s more, your qualifications—”
Speaking of this, Lu Yunfei looked at Wen Jing greedily, his eyes gleaming faintly again.
Wen Jing sneered in his heart.
If Lu Yunfei succeeds in seizing the house, his life will not be guaranteed. If Lu Yunfei fails to seize the house, he will go all the way to give him a sign to report the funeral!
He looked at Lu Yunfei’s hand, those dead-twig-like fingers, as if trying to **** away the youth in his body.
“Jing’er, did you hear that?”
Wen Jing slowly pulled out his wrist, and said softly: “The heart of fear of death is something everyone has. Now I finally know the reason why grandpa wants to take home. But I, I have never met like You are such a disgusting person.”
Lu Yunfei stayed for a while: “What did you say?”
Wen Jing rushed out to the door and screamed: “Fairy! Brother fairy! Help! Brother fairy!”
**********I am the dividing line**********
The black clouds in the sky are rolling, and they are coming fiercely.
The rain is coming, and the sky is full of wind and thunder.
Three people stood by the clear spring at the entrance of the village.
The gentle scholar is dressed in a white shirt with a handsome face, looking like twenty-seven-eight. His gaze swept around, landed on the stone tablet at the entrance of the village, and muttered: “Qingquan Village…It’s getting dark. Let’s spend the night in this village tonight.”
The gray-clothed boy has a handsome appearance, about seventeen or eighteen years old, but with a riffraff look, he slowly said: “Yes, big brother is wise.”
A slender man stood beside them, his plain green clothes had been wet by the rain, and he said quietly: “I will go and see if anyone is willing to take us in.”
The gray-clothed young man started slowly: “Four brothers, the last time we passed by with third brothers, a few wood choppers saw that we were able to walk against the wind, and they all regarded us as gods. Ken’s principle?”
The corner of the white-clothed youth’s mouth twitched: “…to say that he is a god, really…” Shameless.
Everyone in the village has returned home to hide from the rain, and only a few children are left looking at them at the end of the village.
In the dimness, the long hairs of several people danced in the wind.
The man in Tsing Yi walked forward slowly, passing several houses without stopping. About to knock on the door to ask, suddenly, there was a boy’s shout not far away. The voice was panic-stricken, abrupt and terrifying, and almost desperate.
“Fairy! Brother fairy! Help!”
The boy in gray said blankly: “Who is calling for help?”
The white-clothed man’s face changed, he flew forward, kicked the door of a house open, and rushed in.
The man in Tsing Yi arrived in an instant and looked into the courtyard coldly.
A muddy teenager was kneeling on the ground, and a group of yellow light was desperately squeezing onto the boy.
“Brother Shenxian! Help!” The boy’s face was pale, extremely painful, and the yellow light pierced his body like a sharp sword.
“Taking home!” The gray-clothed boy shouted, but it still sounded calm.
Immediately, a white light was emitted from no one’s hands, and hit the pale yellow light group unexpectedly!
Silentlessly, the two beams of light collided together, stirring up a brilliant circle of light, illuminating the surroundings like daylight. Suddenly, the aperture disappeared, it seemed that the power was exhausted, and it dissipated at the same time.
Wen Jing’s face was muddy, and there was a cold sweat on her forehead. Squinting, there was an old man’s body lying next to him, with a short sword stuck in his abdomen, slowly becoming cold and stiff.
Just now is really a cut-off…
The Tsing Yi man was covered in rain, walked in slowly, and touched the old man’s body: “Suicide and die, the soul is out of his body, he wants to take home.”
He glanced at Wenjing: “Who is this person?”
Wen Jing looked at him blankly.
Rain water flowed down the face of the man in Tsing Yi, with ice in his eyes, thin lips and ruthlessness. The facial features were a little cold and cold. When they were together, they were like a spring breeze, and the color was gentle like a night moon.
The man stood here, as if walking out of the painting, softening the terrifying courtyard a little.
“You are…” Jun Yanzhi?