"The Zhuo family is headed by two sons. They live in the east house. So there are many people there. Almost speaking, this family is dominated by Dongfu. As for Xifu, there are only their parents, younger brothers and sisters, and a few servants."
Hunyuanzi pointed to Zhuo Jun in front of him. His voice lowered and said, "as for the reason, you know, that's it."
Feng nine listened to pursed lips, after he said so naturally also know.
The second uncle of Zhuo Junyue lived in the east house, which was the real Zhuo family blood. It was reasonable for him to inherit the Zhuo family leader. Naturally, the master lived in the east house. However, the west house was a little too cold. She walked here, giving her the feeling that although the West House and the east house coexisted in Zhuo's house, they were the East and the West houses, but the west house seemed to be separated To be abandoned.
If this is the case in this mansion, how oppressive are they to live in it? Is there a feeling of being left behind? If her master knew that his descendants lived in this way, he would also be very reluctant to blame himself.
She felt a little heavy, looking at Zhuo Junyue walking slowly in front of her. At this moment, she finally knew why he was so reticent.
After walking for a while, Zhuo Jun took them to the hall of Xifu and said to them, "sit down for a while, and I'll meet my father and mother first."
"Go, go!" The old man waved his hand and leisurely found a place to sit down. He took out the wine gourd and drank the wine. At the same time, he did not forget to say to Feng Jiu: "sit down, don't be restrained. People from Dongfu seldom come here."
Seeing this, Feng Jiu also found a seat and sat down. Looking at the simple living room, she couldn't help asking, "why don't they go out to live? With Zhuo Junyue's strength, he already has the qualification to establish the government. "
"It's his grandmother who won't let them live apart. Besides, his father's talent is not very good except for the lacrosse. But the younger brother of the lacrosse is pretty good, but it's useless without a good teacher." The old man took a drink and shook his head.
Hearing this, Feng nine eyebrows slightly twisted: "how can there be no good teacher? Isn't it possible to assess the four major departments? "
The old man touched his beard and thought, "didn't the old man tell you that his brother's legs were useless when he was born? Always in a wheelchair? " As soon as his eyes turned, he couldn't remember whether he had mentioned it to her.
Feng Jiu was speechless: "where did you say that? You only told me that he had a younger brother and younger sister, and then you said that their family was poor, and there were only a few people in the family. He said that his grandmother had lived in a small courtyard because of poor health in the early years. He only worshipped Buddha and chanted sutras on weekdays. How could you mention these details? "
"No? The old man forgot, not very much. "
He said with a smile, "it's not too late to say it now! That's right. Talent is good, but both legs are useless. If you can't stand up and worship a teacher, it's not easy to worship. Who would like to take a person in a wheelchair as a disciple? So he stayed at home all the time, and his spiritual cultivation was ok, but his martial arts skills were not very good. "
Feng nine looked at him and didn't speak again. Instead of asking the unreliable old man, he might as well wait and see for himself and ask himself.
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