The breeze brought a melodious ringing of jewels and jade, and no one opened the small wooden door in front of him.

Sitting in the room, there was not only Nangong Que, but also a man with gray hair and a young man's face.

As soon as the wooden door opened, Jiang Ning and the man's eyes immediately met.

"Grandpa?" Jiang Ning said tentatively.

That person's appearance was indeed somewhat similar to himself, and because of the Great Blood Condensation Realm in his body, Jiang Ning could even detect the kind of blood connection between the two of them.

The person in front of him, even if he is not his grandfather, must have a considerable blood connection with him.

Si Boxiong, who was sitting in the room, held the teacup with his right hand trembling slightly.

In the next moment, the teacup was placed on the shabby table in the room, and Si Boxiong himself had already taken a step and walked in front of Jiang Ning.

The white-clothed young man in front of him has a thin and slender figure, thin lips, a nose bridge that is not tall or short, an angular face, especially the eyes that exude bright light, all of which are extremely similar to his long-deceased daughter Si Boyin.

The cultivation confinement on Si Boxiong's body has not been lifted, but with his powerful blood and the eighth-layer body of the divine elephant, his strength is still not to be underestimated.

The Divine Elephant Realm has a long lifespan, although Si Boxiong has become Jiang Ning's grandfather, but he is only a young man now, and when he comes to the prime of life, there are still many thousands of years to live.

After Si Boyin's death, he had a lot of time and energy to have a few more children, and his wife and friend Youtingsong, who were also in the pain of bereavement, did not fail to persuade him, but Si Boxiong was white overnight after losing his daughter, so he said that he didn't want to have another child.

The white-haired man sent the black-haired man, he couldn't afford it a second time.

Si Boxiong raised his hand and slowly brushed it over Jiang Ning's cheeks, and an indescribable excitement and sourness rose in his heart.

"You're Xiaoyin's child, really Xiaoyin's child. Si Boxiong spoke incoherently, repeating back and forth.

Jiang Ning could detect the blood connection between the two, and Si Boxiong could naturally do the same, from the moment the wooden door opened, he knew that Nangong Que really didn't lie to him.

His grandson is really still alive!

Jiang Ning's throat was also inexplicably choked, and he was more aggrieved.

He can still vaguely remember some things in his childhood, and one of the most remembered scenes is that he and his father and mother were in a big courtyard with a family of three, his mother played the piano, his father danced the sword under the tree, and he was playing back and forth in the courtyard.

That was the warmest picture he remembered in his early years wandering in the streets and alleys of Nantang and meeting the other six siblings.

Today, the picture in my mind has long been blurred, but as the picture blurs, the feeling that blood is thicker than water has been cushioned, and it has become clearer in the days to come.

He had never dared to expect that in his lifetime, he would be able to experience such a familiar feeling in someone else.

A hint of resentment flashed in Jiang Ning's eyes.

Since I still have a grandfather here, why am I wandering here?

Why haven't you come to me for years?

At an age when he should have been carefree to play, he became a homeless little beggar, experiencing many winds, frosts, rains and snow that many adults had never experienced in their lives.

If it weren't for the eldest brother Tang Nan, if there weren't for the other six brothers and sisters, maybe he would have frozen to death in the cold winter of a certain year, right?

It's just that after complaining, Jiang Ning felt a little happy in his heart.

Fortunately, God was kind and did not take away all his blood relatives, and he still had a grandfather after all.

"Grandpa" Jiang Ning called again, and tears were already shining in his eyes.

Si Boxiong smiled heartily, reached out and rubbed Jiang Ning's head, and chuckled: "It is said that the daughter is a little more like a father, and the son is a little more like a mother, and the size of the small voice is up to me, and you look at it now quite like your mother!"

One old and one young, tacitly.

Jiang Ning did not open his mouth to blame Si Boxiong for his absence that year, and Si Boxiong did not mean to explain or apologize.

Life is so difficult, and Jiang Ning doesn't want to pursue many past things.

He preferred to believe that Si Boxiong had already looked for him, but he couldn't find it at that time.

The Southern Tang Dynasty is the territory of Lanquemen, but after the fall of the Tang Dynasty, Si Boxiong is no longer the prince, and the energy he has is far inferior to Nangong Que, who had just ascended to the position of the master of Lanquemen at that time.

Jiang Ningruo glanced back at Nangong Que meaningfully.

The woman in front of her is far from being as modest-minded as the outside world's comments, and her mind and city government skills, now it seems that she is not weaker than her "Linglong Sutra" mental method.

Facing Jiang Ning's questioning gaze, Nangong Que smiled freely, and nodded slightly in front of him, without the slightest intention to hide it.

Jiang Ning's parents died in the war that year, and the Youlan Dongfang Bai couple and Si Boxiong sent people over one after another, wanting to bring back the only child of the two children, but when the two groups arrived, Jiang Ning was no longer there.

Nantang is their territory, there is a mortal child on their own territory who can't be found for no reason, except for her Nangong Bird, who is the sect master, who else in the world can do it?

With Jiang Ning's intelligence, even if she wanted to hide it, she couldn't hide it.

Jiang Ning didn't ask why.

Many times, language is just a futile exercise.

What others want you to know, even if you don't want to know, you will know, and what others don't want you to know, even if you get to the root of the question, don't want to ask a word.

Nangong Que's attitude is obvious, I did the thing, but if you want to know why I did it, then I'm sorry, I can't tell you yet.

"Datang, Southern Tang, Dajin, Qingxuan, Muqi, Tong Zhi, Que'er, "Muhuangjing", Nantang, Lanquemen, Si Boxiong, Nangong Que......"

In Jiang Ning's mind, one thing after another was like a white silk thread, connecting the things he had encountered from childhood to adulthood bit by bit, and soon, a big net slowly took shape.

I thought that everything was planned behind Qingxuan's head Mu Qi and his master Tong Zhi, but now that I think about it, they are just Nangong Que's helpers, and the current owner of this Lanque Gate is the leader behind the scenes.

And the matter of his own foreign company Boxiong, when he came, Jiang Ning had already known the general situation from Que'er's mouth.

The reason why he looked at Nangong Que everywhere and wanted to replace it was not because of the things that happened back then.

Jiang Ning walked away from Si Boxiong's side, came to Nangong Que in front of him, hugged his fists and saluted, no matter what, the woman in front of him is Que'er's master, and she is considered her own elder, and she still has to have the necessary courtesy, but Jiang Ning's heart can be said to have no good impression of this Nangong Que now.

After all, if she hadn't been in the way back then, she wouldn't have had to go through so many unwarranted disasters.

It's just that after thinking about it, since Nangong Que was able to persuade Mu Yu to agree to this matter, it wouldn't be a big evil thing after all.

"So," Jiang Ning said, "What did the master of the door call me to do?"

Nangong Que smiled heartily when he heard this, and did not hide his admiration for the young man in front of him.

"You can still calm down, you kid, you are much stronger than someone who is a grandfather!" Nangong Que said with a smile.

For Nangong Que's obvious sarcasm, Si Boxiong was not angry at all, his face was quite colorful, and he said with a smile: "My grandson is blue, I am happy!"

Nangong Que rolled his eyes mercilessly and said: "The person was trained by that fat man, but he just borrowed a few points of your blood, what is there to do?"

The woman in front of her was not wearing a splendid feather palace dress like last time, but only a simple white cotton robe, embroidered with small blue flowers of the spirit star, looking not like the lord of a gate who was extremely majestic on the top, but a little like a simple, simple, ignorant and ignorant girl next door.

Nangong Que still sat in his position, drank a sip of tea unhurriedly, and then continued: "Que'er has let you see in advance, I didn't break my promise, you are very good, your strength has grown much faster than I imagined, if the final killing test of the Jizhu Pavilion is for you, it is not a big problem to think about it, what I want you to do is also very simple, after getting the reward of the Jizhu Pavilion, leave Nantang and go to Nanhua Mountain to challenge the disciples of Emperor Fu." ”

"Win or lose?" Jiang Ning said.

Nangong Que shook his head and said, "Only win, not defeat!"

(End of chapter)