"Brother?"

Ahem –

The originally tender pieces of meat turned into unbearable torture at this time. The chicken was stuck in her throat, and Fu Qing's face was flushed.

hurriedly poured a cup of tea, as if he had been reborn. Her face was a little weird, and she opened her mouth in embarrassment,

"Dad, you are really old and strong, I have only been down the mountain for half a year, and you are looking for a second spring?"

"What are you talking about, you damn girl!"

Fu Cang's old face was swollen and red, probably angry. The palm of her hand is always itchy, and she wants to give her the back of her head, but the girl who is very young is different from those boys who resist beating, what should I do if it is broken? So he cried out by the neck,

"I'm loyal to Yu'er!"

"But I'm so big, how come I never knew I had an older brother?"

Fu Qing only felt that after half a year of going down the mountain, the world was all mysterious.

If she really borrowed someone else's body, such as the fake Zhu Shujin, it's just that. Not to mention more brothers and sisters, it is not uncommon to have more fathers and mothers. But from infancy to this, it's really all herself, so where did she hit a brother?

"And..."If that person is really her brother, and knows her identity, how can he treat her with yin and yang? Fu Qing buried his head in thinking about it, and he didn't plan to shake it out, "What did he ask me to send this thing back?" ”

Fu Qing's hand was just about to make two strokes on the dagger when it was waved away by Fu Chen.

"Don't touch this thing, it's sharp."

"Oh."

She knew it, after all, she had experienced it herself.

"He... What did your brother say to you? ”

"He just said that you would give me something, and I would send it down the mountain to exchange it for dragon grass."

Fu Qing took a sip of tea, not noticing that the silence around him was immediately like death.

For a long time, she didn't get a response from the old man, and then she looked up strangely.

"Huh-"

Above the old man's head, wisps of white smoke came out, like a boiling mist.

Fu Chen thought, that kid was fighting with him, and he didn't even step into the Foggy Valley for more than ten years, and he had to point to his sister and go back to the valley for him to get something. His daughter, who had been floating outside for half a year, cried when she looked back at him, I don't know how much she was wronged, but she still wanted to detoxify the kid who hurt her.

He's really... Is!

Fu Cang couldn't listen anymore, so he got up and left. If he stays any longer, decades of cultivation will be wasted, and this brother and sister are so capable that they can make him mad!

The autumn wind outside the mountain is sorrowful, the fallen trees are sluggish, and the cold is getting heavier.

"The turbidity of the world is not clear. The world is clear, not famous. ”

Fu Qing held a yellowed book and looked at it without blinking.

“… There is no way to regain wither, and it is tilted into its realm, budding in the mystery. ”

"Ding-ding-"

The rattle rang and it never stopped. Not only does it not stop, but it also spreads more and more violently, disturbing people who cannot meditate.

"Daddy, what's the sound?"

The old man's face was also extremely impatient, and he was naturally annoyed by this bell.

"It's some unpopular minions, watch Dad go out and teach them a lesson."

Before the words fell, there was even more commotion outside, and there was a bang, as if something had blown out a gap.

When Fu Cang heard this, he jumped eight feet high, and disappeared in front of Fu Qing's eyes in the blink of an eye.

Taniguchi, five old men in Taoist robes closed their eyes with extremely serious expressions. The originally thick fog seemed to be much thinner, and the outline was almost visible three feet away.

When the five of them were about to further break the formation, the formation changed suddenly, the fog became thicker and thicker, and with the fierce wind, the five old men were lifted far away at once.

"A few old bones, I want to break Lao Tzu's array." Fu Cang walked out of the fog, and his mouth couldn't stop cursing.

When he saw clearly the golden bell on the ground that had been damaged by the breaking of the formation, his face was extremely ugly, and he trembled with anger. He pointed to the tall figure not far away and shouted,

"You stinky boy, it's not like I won't let you come up! You also united with your bastard senior brother to break Lao Tzu's array, your skin is itchy, isn't it! ”

"Master, I haven't seen you for a long time."

The person was in the mist, ethereal like a fairy, wearing a dark purple plain brocade robe, his profound facial features were like knife sharpening, and the hairpin's ink hair was windless and automatic, and the fly in the ointment was that his complexion was still white with a serious illness. The person who came was Jiang Congao, who had been with the Li family for a few days.

"You still know that I am your master!" Fu Cang was so angry that he blew his beard and glared, "You actually brought some miscellaneous fish into the mountain to break your master's magic circle!" ”

"Master, I just want to see Qing'er." Jiang Cong Ao stepped out of the fog, and there was a deep pain in his eyes that had always been like stars, "I was in a coma for several days, but when I woke up, I was nowhere to be seen, and the frightening wind said that she had returned to the Fog Valley, and as soon as I came, the master hindered me everywhere, so I made this decision." ”

"Do you still dare to mention Qing'er? You tossed Qing'er like that, and you still dare to come to see her? Fu Cang was extremely angry, and he couldn't get angry with his daughter, so he pointed it right at this time, "Qing'er cried non-stop when she saw me that day, and I don't know how much I was wronged." If it weren't for the years of master-apprentice relationship, if it weren't for the fear of hurting Qing'er's heart, Lao Tzu would have poisoned you to death, and it would have been a hundred! ”

She couldn't stop crying?

Jiang Congao's heart tightened, and his fists turned white.

Qing'er was able to bring the wind and the others back to Foggy Hollow, which means that her memory must have been restored. This old man regards her as her life, if Qing'er is willing to see her, even if he blocks tens of millions, he will be useless in front of Qing'er.

But why, she didn't want to see herself?

The vacancy between him and Qing'er is nothing more than the time between going down the mountain and Qing'er's entry into the Zhu Mansion a year ago, and then coming to the day when he was attacked, in the meantime, what happened?

"Master, Qing'er has misunderstood me, even if you want to poison me, let me explain it to Qing'er, okay?"

"Hmph, Qing'er said, the past is like a cloud, and there is no result in obsession, so I will not remember it again." Fu Chen flicked his sleeves and smiled a little gloatingly.

This kid has an arrogant temperament and is always a lot more stable than his peers. Even if he is fighting, he wins freely, and he is not annoyed when he loses, like a pool of stagnant water, without twists and turns, he is itchy and anxious every time he sees it. He wanted to see the dead boy's face pale and panicked, just like that.

However, he doesn't want his own girl to be abducted by this bastard boy again!

Thinking of this, Fu Cang wilted again, waved his sleeves in interest, and returned to the valley.

"Let's go."

The purple shadow was shrouded in the fog, farther and farther away until it was out of sight.

Fu Qing was disturbed by the noise, and he couldn't calm down anymore. The slender Rou was still holding the scroll, but her eyes drifted and fell on the wooden basin of the bookcase.

That day she went into the wood house and pulled out a pearl-sized seed from the corner. When I had nothing to do, I found a pot, dug up some soil into it, watered it every day, and took care of it.

But more than half a month has passed, and there is still no movement in the soil.

However, it should be so. Now that it is late autumn, what kind of dream is she making, to let this frozen flower seed sprout and spit green in the autumn wind?

Fu Qing shook his head, for this vain delusion, and for the fire that will not be extinguished in his heart.