When the lights are on, the breeze blows, and the leaves of the bamboo forest "suona" sound softly. Not far from the big restaurant, there is a lonely bamboo house in the bamboo forest. In front of the bamboo house is a pavilion. It's a very strange place. At this time, there was a man standing with his back in his hand. The black headband on his head fluttered gently in the wind. His eyes were deep, staring at the nearby bamboo. Behind him, he walked 100 meters through the bamboo hut, which was a huge hidden hall.

With a "bang", I saw a black shadow rise and fall, and then walked quickly to the gazebo, kneeling on one knee, people looked back at his man in black, their eyes full of worship and respect. "Tell the director that the host said he was eating and would be back later."" Oh, I think so. It's raining heavily today, the garden is busy, and your light skills are improving. The man in black said lightly, still staring at the bamboo, his face was calm, and there was no wave.

"Thank you, Director. The rain is sure to fall harder. The kneeling man in black was visibly surprised, his voice trembling. "Well, you go down, I'll be left alone. "Yes, the subordinate was forgiven. The man in black named Yu stood up, clenched his fists slightly, and disappeared after a few "rubs". "Haha, these little dolls grow so fast~!" The middle-aged scribe turned around and walked out of the bamboo house, shook his fan, and said with a smile:

"I told you a person, how are you still alive~!" The director seemed to be in a bad mood, but said. "Why, that guy from the Thunderbeast doesn't listen?" the scribe slowly walked towards the pavilion. "Hmm. The chief shouted and stopped talking. "I don't think even if you don't stop him, he won't hit that boy. The scribe shook his fan, walked to the center of the pavilion, and sat down on a bench. "The boy's strength is a bit odd indeed. I saw the Thunderbeast's injury, and the energy left behind in his body was both fighting spirit and magic. It's really weird. With his hands behind his back, the leader finally looked away, turned around, and sat down across from the scribe.

"Haha, do you know who he is?" the scribe looked at the old man thoughtfully. "Who?" asked the old man in black subconsciously. "The only son of the dragon~!Wang Teng~!" The scribe closed the fan, clapped his hands, and said slowly. "What~!" The old man in black was taken aback. His eyes were full of wonder. How could it be? How could it be him?The only son of the dragon clan, shouldn't he be protected by the dragon clan?How could he come here for no reason?"How do you know?" Then, the old man in black quickly asked.

"It's like what Master said in the library," the scholar said disapprerovingly. With a "snap", the man in black slapped on the stone table, and said angrily: "You are becoming more and more presumptuous, how can you decorate your eyes and ears with the master~!" Okay, okay, what are you anxious about? How can I do that? There are so many people in the hall. Can you not make a noise when you see such a nice person?" the scribe slapped the table with his fan, as if it were just a trifle.

"Alas, what you're doing is getting wider and longer. In this house, you can never move. Well, it's also your master's affair. It's better for us, the subordinates, to deal with things outside. The old man in black relieved, but reminded the scribe anyway. "Of course I do. What if the owner ordered it?" a subtle smile appeared on the law teacher's face, and a faint rhetorical question. "Sir, how can you ......" the old man in black snorted, don't speak.

"Has it rained? Have you eaten?" asked the old man in red with concern, Wang Teng was holding a cup of fragrant tea and drinking, and quickly put down the cup and nodded in agreement. "So, Mom, let's go first, and then we'll have them send you back early to keep you calm. The old man in red turned his head and said to the old woman with concern. The old lady glanced at Wang Teng reluctantly. "Are you leaving now?" "Alright, let's go." The old man in red replied. "Okay, let's go. The old lady's eyes suddenly became moist again, making Wang Teng embarrassed and speechless. Is she really loved by everybody and withered when the flowers bloom? This woman as young as 15 years old and as old as 85 years old has eaten it all?

From Wang Teng's bad habits to gifts, Wang Teng walked out with the old man in red, and since the second young lady was taken away, Tuo, who was sitting next to him, didn't look at Wang Teng, and Wang Teng didn't care, and walked out one by one, generously. After going out, the old man in red withdrew his entourage as before he came, only took Wang Teng with him, and walked into the depths of the bamboo forest.

Walking about 100 meters away, the old man in red has not yet started, of course Wang Teng followed silently, a bamboo house appeared in front, turned to the front of the house, there were two people in the pavilion, the night was completely dark, in the eyes of normal people, only vague figures could be seen, and in the eyes of Wang Teng, a pervert, the appearance of these two people could be seen at a glance.

Among them, the older man in black has a tough appearance, a standard kanji face, and three long whiskers fluttering slightly on the chin. He seemed honest and honest. However, these scribes, with their mustaches and narrow eyes, were immediately labeled as bad people by Wang Teng. As soon as the old man in red and Wang Teng walked into the forest, these two people felt it. Therefore, both of them stood respectfully in the pavilion.

"Master~!" the two Qi Qi spoke, and the old man nodded and went to the bamboo room. Wang Teng looked at the two people in the pavilion, a little inexplicable, didn't he call them in? The bamboo house is a two-story bamboo building with one layer of hanging, or no one layer of hanging, because it is full of bamboo frames that serve as pillars. Stepping on the bamboo ladder, the old man in red, who had already stepped on the front door of the bamboo house, looked back and found that Wang Teng was still standing on the ground like a fool and waiting for a while. He opened his mouth and screamed. Wang Teng came to his senses and hurriedly walked over.

Wang Teng pushed open the door of the bamboo house and glanced at it, but was blocked at the door. This decoration. There was nothing in the room except a large mural hanging on the wall. Nothing, tables and stools. None of them are visible and empty. Wang Teng can see, it doesn't mean that the old man in red can also see it, the old man stretched out his hand and flicked it, "pop", a fire sounded, there was a light in the house, Wang Teng raised his head, but found that there was a light on the top of the house.

Wang Teng was allowed to enter the house, and the bamboo door was closed. When the old man in red approached the broken photo, he saw him reach out and poke with one finger. The fresco has a small, fast recess. Then Wang Teng only felt that the house was suddenly surrounded by powerful magical energy. It was only a moment before peace was restored. The old man in red turned around and did this on the floor. Seeing Wang Teng's eyes, he said, "This is an obstacle. Open this. What we say in the room is that people outside can't hear or see. "Oh" Wang Teng hesitated, of course he knew about the enchantment, but this was in his own home, was it even necessary for the old man in red to use the enchantment? What would he say to himself, and then what would he see?

Suddenly remembering something, the red old man's lips trembled slightly, his eyes were closed, and after a while, two futons fell out of thin air. The old man in red opened his eyes, pulled up a futon, sat on the floor of his buttocks, and pointed to another, "Sit down." "Oh" Wang Teng pulled up the futon and sat down in an orderly manner. The light was dim and shone on the old man's red face, making the old man's face very serious.

"It's raining, and what I say may have some effect on you, and it's serious. However, I must tell you, but what I want to tell you is that everything I have heard and seen here today, except for this door, you cannot mention it to anyone, not even your father or grandfather~!Can you promise me?" The old man in red stared at Wang Teng's eyes and said seriously. Wang Teng fell on his lips a few times, wanting to say, "I didn't listen to you, okay?" However, this is not a joke, everyone is sitting here.

Cruel and gritted his teeth, Wang Teng nodded and agreed. "Okay, then let me tell you, you have a relationship with my Zhai family, and the Zhai family has your relatives~!" The old man in red did not stop talking until he died. One sentence shocked Wang Teng. Although there is a vague guess, it did come from the mouth of the old man in red. Wang Teng was taken aback. "Your mother is my sister's daughter, that is, your mother is my niece, and you are my grandson. Do you understand?" the old man in red looked at Wang Teng and continued:

"Uncle, is what you said true?" Wang Teng thought for a while, "But, but, why did my mother never mention it?" "Because your mother hates the Zhai family and me~!" The old man in red sighed and said sadly.

"Where are my grandparents?" Wang Teng couldn't help asking, he had never seen his mother's family when he was so big, and now he couldn't help but ask when he heard the old man in red. "Your mother never mentioned the Zhai family, because your grandparents died for the Zhai family." The voice of the old man in red trembled slightly, as if it was a scar that had been suppressed in his heart for a long time. After Wang Teng said these words, he could even feel the trembling tone at the end. Slowly opening his eyes, Wang Teng said triumphantly: "What's the matter? Are you surprised?" "Aha" A group of people will shake their heads like a wooden chicken. Everyone's eyes flickered, and Wang Teng threw out a lot of gold coins and a lot of books, both of which were packed in the corridor between the living rooms. They are not interested in glittering things, but in books scattered all over the place. The quality of the books of that era was good, and the titles were the most appealing. Each title was once known for its unique skills and secrets, most of which have been lost for a long time. In a continent that celebrates martial arts, nothing is more appealing than martial arts and secrets.