Chapter 3 The 9th day of August

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Early autumn, dusk.

The sky is gloomy, the clouds are low, and they are breathless with sweltering heat.

Looking out the window, several peaks are dim and the waterfall is turbulent.

Suddenly, a thunder and a gale scream!

Wen Jingding wind closed the violently shaking window, and his hair fluttered. He said silently in his mouth, trying his best to calm down: “The ninth day of August, dusk. The ninth day of August, dusk …”

Lu Yunfei stared at him coldly: “Jinger, what are you talking to?”

Wen Jing turned around, looked at Lu Yunfei calmly, and said something that made Lu Yunfei wait for several years: “Grandpa, I have risen to the fourth floor of qi training.”

Lu Yunfei’s eyes lightened slightly, the ecstasy flashed, but it dimmed, and a false astonishment of joy gathered on his face: “Okay! Have a chance! Grandpa will take you to Puyang tomorrow Play! “

After you finish speaking, you frown like a brow.

… Oh, this complicated mood.

Wen Jing can see his uncle. After all, winning the house is acting against the sky. The probability of failure is too high. Lu Yunfei is afraid of death for a lifetime.

He pretended to be happy and said, “Then I’ll go to bed first.”

“… Either, get up early tomorrow.”

Wen Jing turned around and was about to go back to his small room, but there was a sudden breeze behind him. The dry, wrinkled hands lay on his shoulders, like the human bones crawling out of the graveyard, making Wen Jing’s sweaty hair stand up.

Lu Yunfei and his uncle said desolately: “Jinger, our grandchildren haven’t chatted in a long time, let’s talk tonight.”

This tone is irresistible, Wen Jing has a goosebumps, and had to take a deep breath and sit down: “What does grandpa want to talk about?”

Lu Yunfei walked slowly, lighting up an oil lamp, the thin figure pulled down a long shadow in the dim light.

The wind and rain slammed against the window, killing.

He seems to be immersed in the past, his old, turbid eyes half-hanging, slowly speaking: “Jinger, grandpa has nurtured you for more than ten years, how are you?”

“Natural is good.”

“Do you know, who is Grandpa’s father?”

The dark shadows on the wall swayed with the swaying lights, and were scary like ghosts.

“Great-grandfather? Who is it?”

“Grandpa’s father is the elder of the Ancient Mirror School who is famous all over the world, Lu Zhishan! Have you ever heard of it?”

Wu Feifei’s wrinkled face is soft, eyes glowing.

Wen Jing paused.

Why isn’t it written in this book?

In The Robbery of All Living Beings, Lu Yunfei is a cannon fodder. The text introduces the matter of raising his grandson and winning the house, but there is no word on his life.

A cannon fodder, why is it so big? The mountain on that road is the only wooden system spiritual root among the five martial arts. It entered the Jindan period in less than a hundred years and turned out to be the father of this old ghost!

Lu Yunfei’s eyes dim again, revealing embarrassment and pain: “It’s a pity that I’m not well qualified. Since birth, he has only my three brothers in his eyes. He has never looked at me squarely, even scolding lessons. Never before! Jinger, grandpa’s pain, do you know? “

Wen Jing lowered her head silently without speaking.

Lu Yunfei was excited: “I don’t agree, I am also his son, why did he treat me like this? When my brother was fifteen, he practiced ten levels of anger, annoyed him, and scolded my brother for nothing . But I’m twenty years old, but he doesn’t even know my cultivation! One day, I will raise my eyebrows and exhale, let him regret it! Let him see this son who can’t even name him, how— ”

Speaking for a while.

Wen Jing is silent and does not move.

Lu Yunfei shakes his hand and pulls out a black badge from his arms, which looks like gold but not gold, like wood but not wood. There were tears in the corners of his eyes, and the lines on his face were soft, and he was back to the kindness he had before. Lu Yunfei gently held Wen Jing’s wrist: “Jinger, grandfather will wait to do something. If grandfather is dead, you can use this token to go to the ancient mirror school to find your grandfather. Although he may not remember Me, but you also count as the descendants of the Lu family, he will not care. What’s more, your qualifications-“

At this point, Lu Yunfei looked at Wen Jing greedily, his eyes turned, and he faintly shone again.

Wen Jing sneered in his heart.

If Lu Yunfei succeeds in losing his home, his life will not be guaranteed. If Lu Yunfei failed to win the house, he would have to send a sign to his home to report the funeral!

He looked at Lu Yunfei’s hand, his fingers like dead branches, and seemed to **** the youth from his body.

“Jinger, have you heard?”

Wen Jing slowly pulled his wrist out and said softly: “Fear of death, everyone has it. Now I finally know the reason why Grandpa wanted to take the house. But I, I never-like You are such a disgusting person. “

Lu Yunfei paused: “What did you say?”

Wen Jing has rushed out of the door and opened his throat and shouted, “Fairy! Brother Fairy! Help me! Brother Fairy!”

********** I am the dividing line **********

Heaven clouds roll over, menacing.

Mountains are about to rain, and winds and thunders roar across the sky.

Three people stood by the clear mountain spring at the entrance to the village.

Wen Ya’s scholar is dressed in a white shirt with a face of Jun Ya, looking like twenty-seven. He glanced around, fell on the stone monument at the entrance of the village, and pondered, “Qingquan Village … it’s getting late. Let’s spend the night in this village tonight.”

The gray-eyed boy has a beautiful appearance, about seventeen or eighteen years old, but with a sloppy look, he slowly said, “Yes, my master is wise.”

There is a slender man standing next to him. Once the plain Tsing Yi has been wet by rain, he said quietly, “I’ll go and see if anyone will keep us.”

The boy in gray clothing slowly walked forward: “Four brothers, I passed here with three brothers last time. A few chopped firewood saw that we could guard against the wind. We all think we are gods. Ken’s reason? “

The young man in white drew a corner of his mouth and said, “… It is said that he is a fairy, really …” Shameless.

Everyone in the village has returned home to hide from the rain. Only a few children are left at the end of the village to watch them.

Some people’s long hair fluttered in the wind in the dark.

The man in Tsing Yi walked slowly, passing several families without stopping. He was about to knock on the door, and suddenly, a boy shouted not far away. The sound of panic was sharp, horrifying, and almost hopeless.

“Fairy! Brother Fairy! Help!”

The boy in gray clothes said blankly: “Who is calling for help?”

The man in white changed his face. He flew forward, opened the door of a house, and rushed in.

The man in Tsing Yi arrives momentarily, looking coldly at the yard.

A muddy boy was kneeling on the ground, and a faint yellow light was desperately pushing on the boy.

“Brother Fairy! Help!” The boy’s face was pale and extremely painful, and the yellow light shone like a sharp sword on his body.

“Get the house!” The boy in the gray clothes shouted, but it sounded unhurried.

Immediately, a white light was emitted from someone’s hand, and suddenly caught the light yellow light!

Silent and silent, the two rays of light collided together, arousing a brilliant aperture, and lighting the surroundings like daylight. Suddenly, the iris disappeared, and it seemed as if the power was exhausted, and at the same time dispersed.

Wen Jing’s face was muddy and her forehead was sweating cold. Squinting, an old man’s body was lying beside him, and a short sword was inserted in the abdomen, which was slowly getting cold and stiff.

It ’s really a blast …

The man in Tsing Yi was covered with rain, walked in slowly, and touched the old man’s body: “Suicide and death, Yuanshen came out of it, intending to take home.”

He pointed at Wen Jing: “Who is this person?”

Wen Jing stared blankly at him.

Rain is flowing down the face of the man in Tsing Yi. The bottom of his eyes contains ice, and his thin lips are ruthless. The features are separated into a bit cold and cold, and they are gathered together, but they are as gentle as the night and moon.

The man stood here, as if walking out of the painting, so that the terrible courtyard was softened a little.

“You are …” Jun Yanzhi?