Chapter 14

Linglong turns her head and takes a look. She is far away from the tomb and can't see the figure of the younger martial brother in front of the tomb.

"80% of them are crying..."

The wind is strong, Jiang Fan did not hear clearly, asked more: "what?"

"I said, younger martial brother, I'm probably crying now."

Jiang Fan threw those suspicions aside and nodded, "80% of them are."

The younger martial brother is usually embarrassed to cry in front of people. At this moment, they are not in front of him. I certainly don't have to bear it.

Xiaodong's eyes are full of tears at this time, but they are not sad to cry out, they are made to smoke hard.

The mountain wind is too strong. As soon as the paper money and gold foil are on fire, the flame will suddenly jump up and roll straight to the person. Xiaodong was startled. He was kneeling in front of the tomb, so he quickly rolled back.

Fortunately, he was able to hide quickly.

But he couldn't fill in the rest of the paper money a little bit, so he had to stand far away and stretch his arms to pour the rest of the bag down.

As a result, it poured too much again, and the fire was pressed down, and all the smoke came out. The fire did not burn to the body, but the smoke suddenly fan into the eyes, Xiaodong coughed and wiped his eyes to the windward station.

Don't wait for the next time.

When the paper money is burned, Xiaodong kneels down again and kowtows.

"Uncle, I'm very good in Huihui mountain, the master is very kind to me, and the elder martial brothers and sisters treat me well, just like real hands and feet..."

"It's just that I'm so stupid that I haven't learned a set of entry-level sword skills up to now. Master is going down the mountain now. I want to work hard again. When the master comes back, I will definitely take an examination of the school. Then I must be able to practice a set of sword skills. "

There are a lot of words, all pressure in his heart, he can not say, also do not know how to say.

My uncle brought him up when he was a child. He didn't have to worry about him when he was dying. He dragged his sick body to Huihui mountain and entrusted him to his master.

But he didn't return anything. In the past, my uncle and nephew were together. If there was anything delicious and good to eat, my uncle would leave it to him. At that time, he said with great pride that when he had a promising future, he would give him all the delicious and interesting things.

I remember my uncle laughing so happily

Now I want to come, my heart is sour and bitter.

Elder martial sister Linglong, they have wiped several tombstones next to each other. There is no inscription on these tombstones. All along, they only know that the master is buried below, but who is the master has never heard of.

"Elder martial brother, you don't know who is buried here?"

Mo Chen shook his head: "master did not mention."

As for why there are no inscriptions on the stele, maybe there is something hidden in it.

The elder martial brothers swept the tomb and went back. When they met Xiaodong, Linglong and Jiang Fan would not give face to each other. Even Mo Chen couldn't help smiling.

Xiaodong is still unconscious, left to look at the right, did not think of the problem.

Mo Chen touched out the handkerchief and handed it to him. He pointed to his face implicitly: "wipe it. It's dusty."

One on the left and one on the right, with a black patch on the nose. The funniest thing is that his hair is probably too close to the fire, and the large part of his hair is burnt, and what is not burnt becomes curly hair, not to mention how funny.

Xiaodong took the handkerchief and wiped it casually. There was no mirror. He didn't know where it was dirty. After wiping it, Jiang Fan could not help laughing. When he looked at his face, he covered his stomach and twisted his face. He laughed so much that he thought he was crying.

Mo Chen took the PA over: "I'll wipe it for you."

Mo Chen's hand is not big or small. Xiao Dong rubbed his face a few times just now, but his elder martial brother didn't feel uncomfortable at all.

A small face was wiped well, and it became white again.

Mo Chen noticed that his eyelids were indeed red and swollen. His eyes were dark and wet. He could clearly see his shadow reflected in his younger martial brother's eyes.

It seems that younger martial brother still cried just now.

His face was wiped clean, but his veil was dirty.

Xiaodong lowered his head and saw the black ash on his handkerchief. From here, he could imagine what kind of honor his face was just now.

No wonder elder martial sister and third elder martial brother just laughed at him.

Xiaodong opened his mouth and just wanted to say something. As a result, his nose itched and his words turned into a big sneeze.

Jiang Fan couldn't afford to laugh. He said in a bit of a hurry, "let's go back quickly. It's too windy here. Don't get cold."

After he went back, elder martial brother Jiang, who was very worried about everything, made people boil a large pot of ginger soup, watched Xiaodong pour down two bowls of ginger soup, and advised him to drink it again.

"Elder martial brother, I can't drink any more." Xiaodong feels that he is going to get up and jump twice now, and his stomach will definitely ring like a jar full of water. Ginger soup had been boiled thick, just filled out and hot, two bowls down hard hot out of his sweat.Those are two big bowls. They are not the bowls with meals, but the sea bowls. Now he didn't dare to bow his head. He felt that the ginger soup had reached his throat and was about to overflow after a little movement.

"Well," Jiang Fan reluctantly gave up the plan to continue to pour him: "then you should be smart. If you don't feel comfortable, tell me immediately, or you can go directly to the elder martial brother."

Filled with ginger soup, Xiaodong didn't eat much rice at noon. It's not that the food is not well cooked, but that he has no room to dress up.

The result of not having lunch was that he was hungry again in the afternoon.

It's easy to do. Xiaodong doesn't take himself as a guest now. He goes directly to the kitchen. It's not too early or too late. There is no one in the kitchen, and the fire in the stove is out. He went around and found some steamed buns. He baked them on the charcoal pan in the room. The skin was a little brown. When he broke it off, the steamed buns were ordinary Chinese cabbage and tofu stuffing, with some powdered noodles.

Xiaodong chews a steamed bun with breath. Before the second one moves, he hears a message from outside that the master is back and has brought several guests!

Xiaodong quickly changed his clothes and shoes. He was afraid that his breath would taste like steamed buns. He took a few mouthfuls of tea to gargle his mouth, and hurried to the main hall.

On the way, he met Chen Jingzhi. He walked very slowly. He could see that one leg was not convenient. Xiaodong went to help him. Chen Jingzhi waved to him.

"How's your leg, elder martial brother? Didn't the elder martial brother tell you not to walk around and rest more? "

Chen Jingzhi not only looked pale, but also lacked blood on his lips. He spoke in a low voice: "a small injury is not an obstacle."

It doesn't look like a small injury.

Xiao Dongxin said that the fourth elder martial brother was stubborn enough.

He followed his elder martial brother closely, staring at his legs, thinking that if he could not support him, he could quickly meet him and help him.

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