Looking at the skeleton in front of him, Zhang Moyan and Zhang Moyi were so frightened that they couldn't speak, to the old man who had just woken up, like him, an old revolutionary who had gone through the wind and waves, it may be an exaggeration to say that he was fearless in his heart, but he would never have the slightest impact on his own behavior because of fear.

The old man did not get up rashly, but first clenched his fists to feel the condition of his body. Although his body's various functions are declining, he has not been in bed for a long time, and his muscles have not had time to fade. He sat up with his arms propped up, winked at his grandchildren, and struggled to get down to the ground to thank him.

The skeleton man didn't speak, but waved his left hand at will, and the old man only felt a soft force pressing him, although this power was not large, but it showed that this person would not let him go to the ground.

The old man said: "The immortal chief made a righteous move, and let the little old man personally thank him to express his gratitude." ”

"Don't care, I'm just entrusted. Now that you're alive, let's leave it at that. The skeleton shook his hand and made a gesture to leave, but after all, he did not leave out of thin air as when he came, so that the Zhang family sisters and brothers had time to react.

Zhang Moyan's cultivation was vaguely higher than that of her younger brother, and her reaction was also the fastest, so she stepped forward and grabbed the skeleton's hand: "Immortal Chief, don't go, please help us." ”

Zhang Mo knelt down again, and kowtowed to the skeleton three times with a bang.

The skeleton man was grabbed by Zhang Moyan's hand, and was forced to "kneel" by Zhang Moyi, his eyes rolled and his black eyes almost disappeared, and he said in a hoarse voice: "If you like to kneel, you can kneel, but I don't accept it." ”

Zhang Moyi: "The immortal chief saved his grandfather's life, of course he can stand Mo Yi's bowing." I also asked the immortal chief to stay for a while, so that Mo Yi had a chance to express his gratitude. ”

The skeleton didn't say anything, just looked at the old man and sneered. The old man sighed, trembled and fell to the ground, and sighed: "Let the immortal see a smile." My granddaughter and grandson are not successful, a savage impulse, and only know how to blindly demand; The other, although a little wise, is too immature to get on the stage. ”

The old man's evaluation made the sisters and brothers blush, but they were often by their grandfather's side, and it was common for them to be disciplined. And the old man's comments were pertinent, and the two didn't feel wronged.

The skeleton snorted, "Since you already knew the character of everyone, why didn't you plan for it earlier, so that the current situation appeared?" ”

The old man waved his hand and asked his granddaughter and grandson to go to another room, but was stopped by the skeleton outstretching his arm: "It's okay, the chicks must fly in the sky sooner or later, otherwise they will fall into mud, I think, that's not the result you want to see." ”

The old man nodded, there was a look of embarrassment in his eyes, he asked Zhang Moyi to pour tea, and let Zhang Moyan stand at the door, in case someone suddenly broke in, and then invited the skeleton to sit on the main seat, and he sat down in the secondary seat.

"What do you call the Immortal Chief? The little old man Zhang Chunshan, presumably the immortal chief knows. ”

"I can't remember the years in the world, and I forgot my name." Seeing the old man's thoughtful expression, the skeleton muttered, "If you feel inconvenient, you can call me a dead wood." ”

The old man said with a smile: "The dead wood is spring, it seems that the little old man is related to the immortal." ”

Zhang Mo brought the tea, and then stood aside like a child, which was also a little bit of the old man's intention to let the man make tea and let the woman guard the door.

Deadwood saw everything in his eyes, but he didn't bother to break it, took a sip of tea, turned his head sideways and didn't look directly at the old man, and said in a hoarse voice: "Moti has no fate to say these words, although I temporarily saved your life." But you must say it in front, your body has already reached the place where the oil is exhausted, and the use of elixir to continue your life is only to extend your life for half a year, how should you end up in today's mess? ”

The old man sighed: "I am dissatisfied with the immortal elder, I have never been awake since I suddenly fell ill. Although we can guess what happened after that, the specifics are not clear. ”

"Oh?" Deadwood wondered, "Is your illness sudden?" ”

The old man nodded. Deadwood said: "Everyone is involved? If that's the case, you're a failure. ”

The old man said: "The situation is not so bad. Of course, if I did die, it would have gotten bad. ”

"So, you ...... Do you still have a back hand? ”

The word "you" in the dead wood is so soft that it is almost connected with the word "you", as if it has stumbled there. Zhang Moyi pondered the deep meaning of the conversation between the two, and did not notice the difference between "you" and "you", the old man raised his eyebrows and looked at the dead wood, and then half-drooped, as if his body had not fully recovered.

"Not a latecomer, and not here."

Deadwood pondered, "This place has been controlled by people, and if you come back to life, someone will die." There are a lot of fifth- and sixth-order cultivators here, and it is indeed not easy to turn the tables. ”

Deadwood glanced at Zhang Moyi, and said: "The East China Military Region was originally his father's territory, and it can be regarded as the foundation of your Zhang family. But at this time, they are all lost. So, your backhand is in Yanjing? ”

The old man smiled: "The immortal chief is indeed amazing, the reason why I said that it is not a backhand is because it is not clear what exactly happened." Everything has to start from the subtleties. ”

"Let's talk about it!" Deadwood asked Zhang Moyi to talk in detail about what had happened.

Zhang Moyi: "Grandpa suddenly fainted, I saw it outside the ward during the rescue, and then I was invited to tea by the Commission for Discipline Inspection, and they began to investigate my dad." I was locked up for 10 days, and when I was released, they didn't let me see my grandfather anymore on the grounds of protecting the chief's safety. And I heard that Sister Xiaoxiao was also quarantined and censored after returning to the base. I sneaked back to the military area to find some people to save my father, but they avoided me. Then I went to the Northeast......"

Deadwood interrupted Zhang Moyi's running account: "Go to the Northeast and your uncle ignored you, met your sister on the way back, was chased and killed and fled back to Huzhou, and then met my people." None of this matters, I will only ask two questions: first, who initially informed you that your grandfather was ill and took the opportunity to lock you up; Second, coming back from the Northeast, there are those people who know your route. ”

Zhang Mo glanced at his grandfather, and when he saw that his grandfather nodded, he replied, "At first, it was Li Zhongren and Captain Li who informed me that my grandfather was critically ill. And the route I came back was arranged by Leng Feng. They, will there be problems with both of them? ”

Deadwood glanced at the old man, saw that he was smiling and silent, and hummed: "Maybe only one person has a problem, maybe two people have a problem, maybe both of them have a problem." ”

"This ......" Zhang Moyi wanted to say very much: Isn't this nonsense. can think of the identity of the predecessors, after all, I still held back in time.

The old man smiled and said: "Grandson, don't be suspicious easily, once the seeds of distrust are watered, they will take root and sprout, and they will never go back to the past." When you hear the judgment of others, don't deny it easily, but seriously think about whether the judgment of others is reasonable, and confirm it a lot, so that you can see the truth in the complicated events. ”

Although Zhang Moyan was standing at the door in the distance, the cultivator's ears and eyes were clear and she could hear the conversation, and she pondered: "The route I came back was arranged by Lei Meng. As my predecessors said, every possibility may be true. It's a pity that we don't have the wisdom of our predecessors, and we can't understand what happened, so we asked our seniors to teach me. ”

Deadwood was silent, and the old man sighed: "Look, I said that she only knows how to ask for it, and it is always right." But I also blame me for these things, I didn't want to train you to be conspirators, nor did I want to let you succeed to the power that you should have let go of a long time ago, but I forgot that in this torrent of desire, if you don't advance, you will retreat, and if you take a step back, you will be crushed. ”

The old man got up and asked his grandson to help him dress, and his voice gradually became flattened: "There is something wrong with the sword, and you can't stay here for a long time." Let's go right away, without a moment's delay. ”

While dressing his grandfather, Zhang Moyi whispered: "Grandpa, will the Dead Wood Immortal help us?" ”

The old man smiled and didn't answer, and after getting dressed, he arched his hand with the etiquette of the rivers and lakes: "Don't say much polite words, since you came quietly, there should be a way to take us away quietly, right?" ”

Deadwood muttered, "There is a way, I've just been wondering how serious the situation here is. ”

Zhang Mo saw that his grandfather didn't speak, and said softly: "Of course, the situation here is grim, outsiders can't enter, my sister and I finally came in, but we were under house arrest in this small courtyard." ”

The old man looked out the window and said with a faint smile: "But I'm not dead after all." ”

Dead wood's gray eyes lit up slightly, and he nodded: "Then I understand." Let's go! ”

"Wait......" Zhang Moyan stepped forward quickly: "Senior, save people to the end, my sister is also locked up in this base, please rescue her too, okay?" ”

The old man smiled bitterly and shook his head, Zhang Mo was a little ignorant when he arrived, not to mention that he knew that his grandfather usually liked Sister Xiaoxiao the most, and he would definitely not let Sister Xiaoxiao go into a dead end. He grabbed his sister's hand and shook his head.

Deadwood's fingers dipped in tea, swayed a range on the table, nodded at the northwest corner of the range, and asked, "Where is the closest place to your arrangement in this range?" ”

The old man nodded to the southeast corner, and said with some doubts: "Could it be that the seventy-two peaks of Yunshan are all under your control?" ”

Deadwood didn't answer, just stretched out his arm like a withered branch and hugged the thin old man in his arms, and then with a wave of his left hand, Zhang Moyi and Zhang Moyan slammed together.

This hit was not light, the heads of the two of them buzzed, and the true qi that had been consumed about the same amount was actually drained again, and their eyes were black and bright, and they had already left the "ward" and appeared in a dense forest.

The sisters and brothers of the Zhang family were so surprised that the old man's eyes were shining, and he peeked at the dead wood with great interest, followed behind the dead wood with a smile, and walked towards the courtyard of the forest ranger station not far ahead.

The sister and brother supported the old man on the left and right, squeezing their eyes from time to time, and mouthed the dead wood nunu in front. Use the unique communication method of the sister and brother to guess the means of the dead wood. Suddenly, the dead wood stopped, pointed to the courtyard in front of him and said, "There is a person in the courtyard, who is cultivated in the early stage of the fourth order, you sneak over and catch him, don't let him spread the news." ”

The old man patted his grandson's hand, signaling the sister and brother to rest assured, and after the two quietly sneaked to the compound, he smiled and said to the dead wood: "I really can't imagine that I will see you alive." But how did you become like this? ”

Deadwood helped the old man sit down and said coldly, "I don't know what you're talking about." ”

The old man smiled, as if he was talking to himself, of course, to Deadwood: "A certain young man has amnesia at every turn, and he has forgotten that I, an old man, do not have Alzheimer's. If you weren't you, would I dare to follow you out easily? ”