Wait a minute, talk about the ancestor!

She didn't believe it, with Gu Yijue's observation, she wouldn't have noticed anything wrong with her ancestor!

Presumably, I didn't want to tell her.

Don't talk about pulling down!

After eating, she returned to the waterfall to continue practicing.

Shizu and Shishu were very strange, and when she asked about the name of the mountain gate, they didn't mention it.

After asking a few times to no avail, she didn't bother to ask again.

Anyway, the ancestor is very good, and the uncle is also ...... It doesn't matter if it's a demon or a demon.

The moonlight was bright, she broke a branch, held her breath, and moved, the branch was like a dragon, and a faint ripple was swept away.

What Gu Yijue taught her was the killer moves used in actual combat.

There are no names, no rules, only enemies.

The move gradually rose, becoming a wind and sound climate, carrying the dead leaves and broken branches around the surrounding body and whirlwind around his side.

As she moved, the wound on her back began to bleed.

The wound broke open.

No pause, no hesitation, spinning, jumping, point shooting, sniping, the action is still fluid.

——

After the fifteenth year of the year, the lintel of the Nan family finally cooled down.

Nan Moushen was finally able to calm down and "care" about Nan Xiruo.

He first asked people to set up an immortal tablet for Lin Yao in the Bodhisattva Temple on the outskirts of Beijing, and on the day of spring, he personally took Nan Xiruo to offer incense to A-Niang.

The spring breeze is drunk, the branches and leaves have drawn out tender buds, and the peach blossoms have revealed their pink and tender colors, competing with the women's Luo skirt rouge.

Nan Xiruo was dressed in linen clothes, and respectfully put three sticks of incense on A-Niang's tablet and added sesame oil money.

Nan Moushen gently picked her up: "I will ask people to make three more dojos for your mother to comfort her loneliness over the years, and hope that she can be a good family in the next life." ”

"Thank you, Dad."

"That's what dad should do, as long as you don't hate daddy."

"No, don't dare to ......" Nan Xiruo avoided Nan Moushen's hand with trepidation, Fuli: "What Dad did for me, I ...... I remember. ”

"You kid, you've been at home for a few months, why are you still so timid and unfamiliar?" Nan Mou sighed deeply and stroked the tips of her hair sadly: "Remember, you are your father's daughter, and your father is willing to do anything for you, just to see you happy, and no longer be so panicked." ”

A small monk came quickly, and after giving the salute, he invited the father and daughter to go to the apse.

"The Lin family is not my soul of Kyoto, if it is a dojo, I am afraid that she will use it far, and Fu Ze will not be able to take care of it, I don't know if the two of you can have her personal things, if there is such a thing, she can be guaranteed to be reincarnated and reincarnated in peace."

What the great monk said was serious, and the three souls who Nan Xiruo listened to ascended to heaven - a look of confusion.

In the end, it was Nan Moushen who explained: "Ruo'er, your mother...... Did you leave a hairpin bracelet or something close to you? If there is, leave it to the master for the time being, so that you can guide your mother in the dojo, guide her soul to its place, and ascend to Bliss as soon as possible. ”

"Close-fitting? Is it the closest thing to A-Niang? ”

"Yes, do you have one?"

"Yes!" Nan Xiruo nodded seriously.

Nan Moushen's heart trembled: "Can I show my father?" ”

"That's me!"

“……”

"I am A-Niang's daughter, and I am the closest to A-Niang."

“……”

Nan Moushen's face was blue and purple, and gradually turned pale, but the corners of his mouth still had a loving smile.

"Ruo'er, this is a land and water dojo, you can only use objects, hostas, jade and jade plates, etc., you can't use people, this is not good for you."

"Oh," Nan Xiruo was disappointed: "That's gone." ”

"Ruo'er, think about it again, your mother ...... her"

"Dad, A-Niang is sick and ...... died"

The resentful little eyes blocked Nan Moushen's words back.

- If there were anything, would they die of illness?

If you rush it, you will only burn yourself.

He suppressed the impatience in his heart and gave the great monk some more money, so that he could bother to make a better dojo.