Chapter 911

LAN Rou bit her chopsticks angrily and hummed coldly: "show your love in the early morning. Who can see it!"

Song Ningyu pushed the fish in diezi to Gong Zilin, smiled at LAN Rou and said, "Lan Rou seems to have been watching us show love since she met us. Why haven't you got used to it?"

LAN Rou suddenly sank her face, threw the chopsticks heavily on the table and said coldly, "I'm full. I've gone to my father!"

The old clan smiled and said, "this little granddaughter is also at the age of marriage!"

Gong Zilin bowed his head, peeled freshwater shrimp for song Ningyu, stained it with some special fragrant sauce, and handed it to song Ningyu's mouth. Song Ningyu was stunned, so he ate it with Gong Zilin's hand and saw the master of the saint doctor's Pavilion opposite gnashing his teeth! Show your love to a degree! He wanted to find someone, alas.

Song ningningyu pulled out the spines of a fish, pushed it into Gong Zilin's arms, wiped his hands, and began to bow his head to eat a slightly cool breakfast. Gong Zilin pushed the stripped shrimp to song Ningyu's hand and smiled out of sight.

Song Ningyu glanced coldly at the master of the holy medical Pavilion and played with her. It's good!

The pavilion leader opposite felt a cold on his back, giving birth to an ominous premonition.

With enough wine and food, song Ningyu slowly put down his chopsticks and said in a deep voice to the old clan leader: "I thought about that scroll all night last night. Today I want to talk to the pear clan leader alone. I don't know if it's inconvenient for the clan long."

The old clan leader nodded, stood up with a smile and said to song Ningyu, "you are worthy of being the disciple of Chunsu boy. You are straightforward and neat. Please."

I'm sure I won't be in this hall alone, so the old patriarch took song Ningyu to his main courtyard. There was an old tea set in the old patriarch's main room. When I stepped into the room, I smelled the strong smell of tea.

The layout of the room is very obscure. There are all kinds of treasures in the eight treasure Pavilion.

There was a brown carpet on the ground, and there was no sign of stepping on it. There are pots of violets in the corner.

He sat in front of the tea set carved from the root of the big tree on the other side, waved to song Ningyu and said with a smile, "this is carved from the root of a thousand year old tea tree, little girl, what do you think of this tea set?"

Song Ningyu smelled it and his eyes were slightly bright: "the tree itself is full of tea."

The old man waved, and the people in the room retreated one after another. He smiled at Song Ningyu and said, "I have something better than a tea plate. Do you want to see it?"

"The Millennium tea tree is rare! Is there anything better?" song Ningyu muttered in her heart. Even if there is something better, it can't be given to her. Maybe it's just to tempt her to hand over the fire phoenix scroll!

He mysteriously waved to song Ningyu, got up and stood in front of the desk, pressed the jade desk a few times, and the bluestone floor in the study slowly moved aside, revealing a long winding underground passage.

"Where is this?"

"Good place, come down and have a look." he walked in front and didn't take care of song Ningyu's surprise. Song Ningyu glanced around and followed the fake patriarch down. Except the patriarch, it is estimated that there is only the elder who can know this secret way. On this thought, song Ningyu was more and more sure that this is the elder!

The road winds up all the way. Song Ningyu follows the old clan leader step by step. She looks at the ground. The color on the ground is dark red in the light. It seems that she feels sticky when walking under her feet. That's what it looks like after the blood is dry. Such a deep color spreads all the way towards the road. How much blood can it be full of!

As the old clan leader turned seven times all the way, he stood in front of the closed stone gate, stretched out his hand and knocked on the wall. The stone gate rose up, revealing a long path of light.

He nodded to song Ningyu and said with a smile, "let's go. The good things are right here."

Song Ningyu nodded, and a violent drink suddenly came from the long way: "are you not afraid of retribution if you take my place!" the voice was not very clear, but song Ningyu believed that the patriarch in front of him also heard it. After all, it was too quiet.

He glanced at Song Ningyu with a calm look in his eyes and asked, "did you hear anything just now? Why, I seem to have heard something?"

Song Ningyu shook her head decisively: "my ears are not good. If I hear things far away, I can't hear them. What's the matter with you?"

The man opposite was obviously relieved. He put the night pearl in his hand back into the lamp jar and strode up.

Song Ningyu followed behind. Yu Guang looked around and walked out of the long road completely. The sun on her head had become a little strong and folded in her eyes. She narrowed a little unadapted. When she eased, she looked around. There were green grass everywhere, and the white and cyan of pear flowers were intertwined, like mottled snow on the grass.

The old patriarch's eyes were cold, but his face was full of a smile: "let's go."

Surrounded by rockery and flowing water, the pavilion is like a jade building. It is so exquisite that it is appalling. There are fine flowers carved on the door. The green stone slab on the ground collapses seamlessly. It looks like a whole piece from a distance.

There are some valuable orchids beside the wooden corridor.

The whole yard was so quiet that there was no one.

Song Ningyu twists along with the old patriarch in her wheelchair, but she is muttering that she was still thinking about how to delay time. As a result, it seems that she has an illusion that the old patriarch is delaying her time.

As the old patriarch turned a cup of tea, he stopped in front of a huge Pavilion, which was very low and had only one floor, but it was extremely huge. Song Ningyu felt inexplicably depressed by the black buildings.

He stretched out his hand and fiercely pushed the door open. There were dozens of large and small coffins, all of which were extremely exquisite! There is also some ice in the house. The outside of the house is wrapped layer by layer with oil paper, so as to block the cold air in the house.

"This is the holy land of our family's temple. Do you know why I brought you here?" the old man took three sticks from the frozen incense and inserted them in front of the pile of memorial tablets.

Song Ningyu sat in a wheelchair and shook his head at the door: "I don't know."

Looking as like as two peas in the coffin, each of them will be placed in a smaller portrait before the coffin. She found a portrait with him.

"This... This man is?" song Ningyu pointed to the last coffin with extremely luxurious decoration and frowned.

He turned around, glanced at the coffin and sighed: "this is my brother. We have a rule here. When the head of the family dies, the saint can be buried only when the saint is 18 years old."

"Lan Rou?" song Ningyu raised her eyebrows, sat in a wheelchair and scanned the quiet surroundings.

"She is three days away from eighteen this year! Three days later, it is also the day of her grand wedding with the elder's grandson."

"Your Excellency brought me here to tell me why?" song Ningyu frowned slightly and looked at the wrinkled old man.