There is a vision in the world, the real dragon appears, circling three and a half circles, which means that the blessing here is long.

The true dragon circled for only half a minute, and the figure gradually faded in the air, and the clouds dispersed again. Ying Xiaochuan put away the Lingshuang Sword, and when he saw the stunned expressions of Tang and Lei, he knew that the Jiang family's house was stable nine times out of ten.

"Is it really a real dragon?" said the man in Tang costume.

"It's a real dragon. Ying Xiaochuan nodded, and looked at Daoist Lei as he spoke: "Daoist Lei should know the real dragon." ”

Lei Daochang's face was embarrassed, and he held back a sentence for a long time, "I can't be wrong about Feng Shui." ”

Ying Xiaochuan smiled and sneered in a sneering tone, "What kind of holy thing is the real dragon, and how can it appear in an ominous place?" After speaking, he looked at the man in Tang costume and said politely: "Mr. Tang, do you still plan to keep this house?"

"Stay, don't tear it down. The man in Tang costume did not hesitate.

"Mr. Tang!"

The man in Tang costume interrupted Lei Daochang's words, "Lei Daochang, I believe that you are a capable person, but now that the real dragons have come out, there is no need to say anything else." ”

After saying that, the person left directly. evacuated with the man in Tang costume, as well as his demolition brigade.

And when they had seen the vision, they all dispersed.

Those who remained in the courtyard of the Jiang family were only Ying Xiaochuan, Ao Ling, who reappeared, and Lei Daochang, who packed up his things.

Ying Xiaochuan was quite interested in the two little ghosts on the hand of the Lei Dao Chief, so he went over and said, "The Lei Dao Chang just revealed his good skills, I don't know where he got it?"

Lei Dao Chang raised his head, and said with a smile: "I am the Four Elephant Dao Temple Lei Jinghong Lei Dao Chief." ”

"Thunder, thunder. Ying Xiaochuan gave up his hand hypocritically.

"I don't dare to compare with Mr., Mr. invited the hand of the real dragon to call for good ability. Daoist Lei also gave up his hand hypocritically, and asked casually: "By the way, take the liberty of asking, what kind of sword is this sword in Mr.'s hand?"

He hadn't found out where he had raised the little ghost, but he was concerned about his sword, Ying Xiaochuan smiled and said casually: "The family teacher gave it." ”

"Who is the Venerable Master?"

"Daoist Lei doesn't understand the rules a little. ”

"What do you mean?"

"You first tell me what your two little imps are raised, and I'll tell you the origin of this sword, how about it, it's a good deal, right?"

Lei Dao stiffened, stopped talking, took the things on the table and left. Ying Xiaochuan watched his departing back behind him, his face was a little intriguing.

Ao Ling asked, "Brother Xiaochuan, what are you thinking?"

"I'm wondering where Jiang Xi has gone. ”

"yes, where he's going. ”

"We have to go to the hospital. ”

"Huh?"

Ying Xiaochuan said slowly: "Others don't know, but Uncle Jiang must know where Jiang Xi went." ”

……

Zhouzhen People's Hospital

Jiang Zhengguo was lying on the bed, still unconscious. Two bottles of glucose were hung in the morning, and when the nurse was changing the dressing, Ying Xiaochuan happened to enter the house.

He came in with a basket of fruits, put his things on the bedside table, and sat down on a stool next to him.

Glancing at Jiang Zhengguo who was in a coma, Ying Xiaochuan picked up an apple and began to peel it: "Uncle Jiang, I'm coming to see you, and I'll talk to you by the way." The owner of the land came in the morning and said that your family was in bad luck and wanted to get the land back. said that it was to adopt land to raise feng shui, but in fact, it was nonsense, and that place had nothing to do with feng shui at all. But that person, who is stupid, let a Taoist priest believe it after a few casual words, and even asked someone to drive a machine to demolish the house while there is no one in your house today. ”

Ying Xiaochuan threw the peeled peel into the trash can at his feet, and continued to peel the remaining half, without interrupting his words: "But don't worry, the house is fine, it has been kept for the time being, I used a trick to deceive those people." But you can't lie here all the time and not get up, Jiang Xi hasn't settled down yet, and the matter of the house has not been solved in the final analysis, these things have to wait for you to do it yourself. ”

"Oh, yes. You don't know what happened last night, the widow Li who lives next door to your house, her family, in one night, all the chickens and ducks raised in the family died, I heard that half of her family's income depends on these chickens and ducks, and now they are all dead, in fact, it is quite miserable. Ying Xiaochuan put down the peeled apple, looked at Jiang Zhengguo's face with his eyes closed, and was silent for a moment.

"Actually, I also know why you don't want to get up, your only loved one is dead, you feel hopeless, you have to face it when you wake up, this is a terrible thing. But Uncle Jiang, no, only you know where Jiang Xi went now. You know how much hatred there is in that child's heart, if you don't stop it, I'm afraid it's too late. ”

Ying Xiaochuan sat down for a while, sighed, got up and walked out.

Ao Ling sat in the corridor at the door and waited, she could hear the movement inside clearly, and after Ying Xiaochuan came out, she asked a little incomprehensibly: "Brother Xiaochuan, why don't you just call him up and explain." ”

Ying Xiaochuan shook his head and said: "This matter is reluctant, after all, Jiang Xi is his son, and sometimes the power of a father's love for his son is terrifying." ”

Although he was very young and had no father, and he had very few impressions of his father, just because he hadn't experienced it didn't mean he didn't know anything.

When he was in elementary school, he had a classmate in the same school, who was a boy, and when he was born, he was bored in his mother's womb for a long time, and he fell into a hidden disease, and at the age of two or three, he showed that he was different from others, and with the increase of age, the gap between congenital nature became more and more serious, and gradually his intelligence could not keep up.

At that time, the weak child was easily bullied, and he was no exception, and the reason for bullying among children was very simple and ridiculous, probably just because he was born lame and therefore had to be beaten.

The child's father is busy with work, and he rarely picks up the child, and he has never noticed anything unusual. Once, his father got off work early and came to pick up the child on a whim, and after looking around a few times, he saw his child being surrounded in a corner.

Four boys gathered around one, laughing and crying.

The words are not clear, a slap in the face.

The meaning was not understood, and I kicked it.

I didn't have much money on my body, and I kicked my lower body.

In short, the most vicious treatment and the ugliest picture between children were seen by his father that day.

He watched his son cry, begging, and being afraid, so frightened that he was powerless but powerless to protect himself.

The mentality immediately collapsed, grabbed the strong wooden stick on the ground and pumped it firmly on the bodies of those children, he didn't know how many times he smoked, and he couldn't control how serious the consequences were.

Later, he lost all the money in the family, and the people went in. Sentenced to 10 or 20 years, a reporter from the Legal Station interviewed him, and he said that he had no regrets, at least he used the cost of the rest of his life to teach his mentally retarded child a truth: When others bully you, don't cry, don't be afraid, do your best to fight back, it doesn't matter, you tell those people that you are mentally retarded, and murder is not illegal.