Looking at Wang Ju kneeling in the rain, Chen Zimo sighed softly. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

In just one year, for Wang Ju, who is not dumb but has to be dumb, he is definitely living like a year, tortured, obviously not yet forty years old, but in a year, her hair has become gray and scarce, and her face has deep wrinkles like an old woman in her fifties who is riddled with diseases.

The wheelchair was slowly pushed in front of Wang Ju.

Chen Zimo said lightly: "From now on, you can speak, but ...... Don't talk nonsense. ”

"Woo woo woo ......" Wang Ju cried bitterly and fell to the ground, unable to cry.

Chen Zimo stopped looking at her, reached out and took the umbrella in Chen Ziman's hand, and then handed the bag in his arms to Chen Zimo, and said, "Brother Man, my legs and feet are inconvenient, you help me go to the ancestral hall, light the candle first, then incense, and then burn the paper." ”

"Okay." Chen Ziman nodded, took the bag and held it in front of his chest, used his rickety back to shield the bag from the rain, walked quickly to the eaves of the porch, took the key to open the door, and then went in, took out the contents of the bag, and according to Chen Zimo's instructions outside, lit the candle and inserted it in the candlestick, then lit the incense and inserted it into the incense burner, the incense burner was straightened, and then put the burning paper into the brazier placed on the ground in front of the offering table, and lit it.

Without Chen Zimo's further instructions, Chen Ziman spontaneously knelt down and kowtowed three times.

He knew that this was a kind of sacrifice and commemoration to his ancestors.

He knelt on the ground and prayed secretly in his heart: "Are you an ancestor, an immortal?" I beg you to help my brother, help Zimo get better quickly, he used to be fine, but now he can't move his legs......"

Chen Zimo looked indifferently at the spirit card placed on the wall in the ancestral hall and on the wall in the offering table.

On the day he woke up, he still thought that maybe he would return to the truth in the future and let his godfather survive?

Thinking about it later, it was naïve and naïve.

People can't be resurrected after death, even if they can see the heavens and the sky when they return to the truth, maybe there really is another world, maybe the human soul really goes to another world to continue, but after all, it can't come back.

Besides, even if he is a top warlock, he doesn't believe in the existence of ghosts.

A man dies like a lamp goes out.

Seeing Chen Ziman kneeling on the ground for a long time and not getting up, as if praying for something, Chen Zimo did not persuade him to get up, but looked at the spirit card and chatted with his godfather silently in his heart: "You spent your whole life risking your life to win the upper scroll, but you missed it, and you also put on a whole body of cultivation for this, and died with hatred, and died without turning a blind eye...... Now, the upper and lower volumes of the Xuan Sutra, I have integrated into one, awakened my mind and returned to the truth, and passed on the magic, after all, there is no problem. It's just that I haven't decided whether to pass on just the next scroll or pass it all on to the inheritors I will definitely select in the future. Because, the upper volume is really a scourge, and after the upper and lower volumes are owned by one person, it is really, really, terrible! ”

"I haven't entered the rivers and lakes yet, but I already know the rivers and lakes." Chen Zimo closed his eyes, tears that had not been shed for a long time rolled down from the corners of his eyes, "I'm just a high school student, I actually regret going to wake up, because I know too much, of course, I didn't expect that I would accidentally bump into the awakening under such a situation, and even higher." ”

"I don't go against the blue because I woke up, but I had a lot of confusion."

"I don't go back to the truth because I have had a lot of sorrow when I wake up."

"But I've already made a decision."

"If you are born to be a human being, why should you be a carefree person? Grandpa, what would you do if you were old? ”

"Last night I fantasized that if you were still alive and I already had the cultivation I have now, and you got the scroll, then ...... I will definitely kill you with my own hands before you finish the first volume, because I know your character and know my own nature better. So if that happens, it's a tragedy. ”

"Actually, it's all nonsense, because you're dead."

"Thankfully, you're dead."

"The rivers and lakes are very fortunate, the country is very fortunate, and the people are very fortunate......"

……

When he was nagging in his heart, he heard a hoarse voice: "Chen Zimo, immortal, I thank you...... In the future, I will never dare again, in the future, I will come to the Hu Daxian people to kowtow to the people of Hu Daxian every New Year's Festival......"

"Shut up!" Chen Ziman opened his eyes and reprimanded sharply.

Wang Ju, who had already gotten up and was covered in mud and kneeling in the rain, was so frightened that she trembled all over, closed her mouth and didn't dare to speak, her eyes were instantly full of remorse and fear, and now she was kowtowing in the rain, for fear that Chen Zimo would make her dumb again.

"All right, don't talk about these things again, and don't talk to me when you see me on the street." Chen Zimo said coldly: "If these things are known because of you, as well as my identity, then you will regret it for the rest of your life!" ”

"Don't dare, don't dare, I definitely don't dare, I'll listen to you everything!" Wang Ju hurriedly said.

"Roll ......"

Wang Ju hurriedly crawled to the ground and ran out of the alley.

Hearing Chen Zimo's scolding outside the ancestral hall, Chen Ziman had already quickly got up and stood under the eaves of the porch outside the door.

Seeing Wang Ju leaving in embarrassment, Chen Ziman turned around and locked the door, walked to the wheelchair to take the umbrella, pushed the wheelchair and walked out, and said softly: "Just now I begged the immortal enshrined inside, I hope your leg will be better soon." ”

Chen Zimo smiled and said, "Don't worry, it will be fine." ”

"Hmm." Chen Ziman grinned and showed a simple, pure smile.

……

It's the beginning of school in a blink of an eye.

At eight o'clock in the morning of this day, outside the school gate of Yannan No. 1 Middle School, an endless stream of students found that a black Audi sedan and a Santana 2000 were parked at the school gate one after the other, and the driver of the Audi sedan got out of the car, quickly took out a folding wheelchair from the trunk, and then opened it, and another black and thin young man, helping a student in school uniform, got out of the car, the student had stiff legs, was supported to sit in the wheelchair, and had to move his legs with his hands and bend his knees.

With a smile on his face, his eyes were deep and clear, and he casually looked at the endless stream of students at the school gate, so that everyone felt that he had seen it, and that it would be very comfortable and honorable to be watched by him......

At the same time, on Santana's car, a middle-aged man with a slight lame left leg got down, with a medium height, a majestic bearing, and a strong aura that invisibly exuded, forcing everyone to want to stay away from him. Beside this middle-aged man, followed by a middle-aged man who was obviously over forty years old, but had a gentle and amiable temperament, was handsome, and was definitely a middle-aged man who was killed by a girl and an aunt. The two of them walked to the school first.

The black, thin, short young man pushed the student in a wheelchair and followed him towards the school, while the driver stood by the car door and waited.

"Isn't that, Chen Zimo?"

"What happened to his legs?"

"I'm in a wheelchair......"

"Oh my God, he's so good at kung fu, it's too late......"

"It's a shame, isn't it?"

"Don't talk nonsense, maybe I'm just a little injured, and I'll recover naturally in a few days."

……

The students were talking.

Chen Jin and Bai Qilin had already contacted the head teacher Zheng Jin and the school's director of education in advance, and went to the office of the director of education to discuss Chen Zimo's life at school. With his current condition, he must need special care.

Because he had already consulted in advance, Chen Jin had already gone to Yannan Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine a few days ago to find an expert to handle a diagnosis certificate for Chen Zimo.

said that it was a functional nerve center paralysis, but in fact, Chen Zimo didn't go at all.

After discussing with the school, it was finally decided that before Chen Zimo's physical recovery, Chen Ziman could take care of Chen Zimo's daily life at school, but he must abide by the school rules, not violate school discipline, and not affect the study and life of other students. In addition, Chen Jin took out an extra amount of accommodation expenses, and the school allocated a dormitory on the first floor of the dormitory building for Chen Zimo and Chen Ziman, so that their lives would be convenient and would not affect other students.

The only thing that is not easy to arrange is that the second year is raised, and the classroom has been changed to the second floor of the teaching building, which is really unable to provide convenient conditions, so Chen Ziman can only carry it upstairs to the classroom every day, and then carry it down after school.

The school apologized.

Chen Jin didn't care about this—Chen Ziman could do it.

This kid has inexhaustible strength all over his body, and his kung fu is enough to ensure that when Chen Zimo is carried on his back, he will not fall into him. The most important thing is that Chen Ziman can endure loneliness, he can squat outside the classroom all the time, waiting for Chen Zimo's call, and he and Chen Zimo's brotherly relationship is very deep.

Chen Zimo's life at school was thus determined.

On the wide staircase of the teaching building, a thin young man with a heavy schoolbag around his neck, carrying a boy who was not tall but had exceeded 1.7 meters, but he went upstairs more easily than other students, and came to the second class classroom under the instructions of the students on his back.

On the first day of school, the students who hadn't seen each other for a long time naturally had to chat with each other, and there was a lot of noise in the classroom.

As soon as Chen Zimo and Chen Ziman entered, the classroom suddenly fell silent.

Everyone looked at the two brothers with surprise and surprise - what was the situation? How did Chen Zimo come in behind his back?

"Hello everyone." Chen Zimo smiled and said hello, saw the desk where Qu Jiajia was, and then instructed Chen Ziman to go over there.

Qu Jiajia quickly stood up and gave way to the side.

Chen Ziman carefully put his younger brother at the desk, took off his schoolbag, and said innocently: "I'll wait outside, if you have something, call me." ”

"Hmm." Chen Zimo nodded.

Chen Ziman walked out of the door, and when he arrived at the door, he suddenly stopped, turned around, and under the gaze of all his classmates, he obviously hesitated for a few seconds, and said in a slightly stiff accent: "Don't bully my brother, or I will kill you!" ”

Inside the class, it became quieter.

Everyone didn't even dare to take a breath of air.

Because everyone noticed that the young man who was black, thin and short, claiming to be Chen Zimo's brother, was not joking.

There is murder in him!