While speaking, regardless of everyone's surprised eyes, he raised his hand to suck the wooden box in Hua Ying's hand, and held it in his hand with a calm expression, suddenly a firelight appeared in his palm, and the raging flames completely burned it, only the cold old man sitting in the courtyard looked indifferent, and he looked up with cloudy old eyes and stared sharply at the familiar and unfamiliar man in the air. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"In the past twenty years, I only remember that you sent someone to Yanjing once with a letter, and there was no news from you at other times." A kind smile appeared on the cold old and thin face, and there seemed to recall something in his eyes.

"Father, the child is not filial and cannot serve near you." The person who came was Leng Beifeng, his figure flashed, standing in the courtyard of the Shen family, bowing to the old man of the Leng family.

"Cold north wind! What did you do to Feng'er?! At this moment, Fang Weixuan rushed out and swung her fist at Leng Beifeng's body, the old man of the Leng family squinted and stared at Fang Weixuan, his expression became cold, the second chief watched this farce calmly, and the old man of the Shen family was eyelids.

The man who was thrown to the ground by the cold north wind was Shen Xufeng, at this moment Shen Jun was anxiously checking Shen Xufeng's body, looking at the cold north wind who had never spoken, the old man of the Leng family, and said coldly: "Enough, Fang Weixuan, my Leng family doesn't owe you anything, it was your father who was the master back then, and you agreed to marry the Shen family, what does it have to do with my Leng family!" ”

"Leng Lao!" The second leader said in a deep voice.

"Hmph, back then, your father and I made their marriage contract, as long as the marriage contract is not broken, who dares to say that this marriage is not counted, I think who dares?!" The old man stood up suddenly, drank sharply, his rickety body straightened, his eyes stared at the second leader like a torch, and his momentum was magnificent, as if he was fighting on the battlefield back then, and the invincible man was back.

Leng Lao was furious, the crutches in his hand kept beating on the ground, his mood fluctuated greatly, Hua Ying stepped forward to comfort the old man, and said, "Chief, slow down!" ”

The old man waved his hand, his expression returned to calm, the second chief was silent, he really didn't know that his father had a marriage contract, the Fang family was in charge since his father died, and it was the same back then, Leng Lao said that there was a marriage contract, which means that the thing does exist, even if it is not, but Leng Lao's words just now have shown that Leng Beifeng did not get his consent to withdraw from the marriage, in the eyes of the Leng family, it is not counted, and if you calculate carefully, it should be the Fang family's breach of contract first.

"It's me who owes the Fang family an explanation!" The silent cold north wind spoke, and he turned around and glanced at Fang Weixuan, who was crying bitterly, with a complicated expression.

Returned to the Huaxia Governor's Mansion, he had all kinds of helplessness, once he practiced hard, just to kill the enemy to avenge the hatred of the year, but even after the revenge, the beloved woman has been married, and he has not stepped into the sad place for half a step since then, and now that he has returned, his heart is still not calm.

"You don't owe the Fang family!" Fang Weixuan, whose pretty face was full of tears, spoke, she was not a stupid woman, what happened back then was that they were in a hurry, and there was a misunderstanding in everything, although the situation was not detailed, but it was possible to guess some approximately.

"Son, come back to Leng's house with me." The old man lowered his head, looked at his son who was kneeling on the ground, and said softly.

"I ......" Leng Beifeng showed a trace of bitterness on his face, he can't go home for the time being, at least not now, he belongs to a member of Weilong Mansion, has his own responsibilities, and he may die at any time, he can't add a burden to his family.

"Huh?" There was a hint of surprise on the cold old and thin face, he didn't know anything about his son's twenty years away, only that he worked for a mysterious force, which could be seen from the doctor who came with the letter back then.

Twenty years ago, the eighth generation of the old governor of the Governor's Mansion was old and frail, so that the rules were not so strict, until three years ago the ninth generation of the Governor ascended the throne, all the rules were re-enthroned, the rules of the Governor's Mansion were particularly important, and the Governor's Mansion was responsible for more and more matters, and the things faced were becoming more and more mysterious.

"Is there a problem?" Leng Lao said softly.

"Yes!" The cold north wind blurted out.

"Yes!" Leng Lao shook his hand and said indifferently.

"Bell!"

A bell rang from the eastern suburbs of Yanjing, and then a Buddha horn sounded throughout Yanjing City, and at the same time, a bright yellow light rushed over there, which made Leng Beifeng, who was kneeling on the ground, change his face, he hurriedly got up, stared at the light in the distance, and said softly: "A certain cold north wind, one of the ten protectors of the Weilong Mansion of the Huaxia Governor's Mansion, is now ordered by the old man of the Tianji Pavilion to go to Kunlun in person, for the fact that the governor of my mansion was seriously injured, he came to the ancient capital Yanjing to borrow a trace of dragon qi!" The abbot agrees! ”

Such a vision made the audience frightened, and at the same time, the bigwigs guessed that Leng Beifeng's strength could stand in the void, and he could spread the word through the air, what a powerful magical power this was, but Fang Weixuan on the side seemed to be depressed, her mentality towards Leng Beifeng was changing, maybe she was more guilty at the moment, and everything could be said to be wrong.

"Good! Please wait a minute, someone sent someone to attract dragon energy to adults! ”

The source of the Buddha's light is only a broken temple in Yanjing, which is not controlled by any region, and the temple that guards the dragon vein of Yanjing for the times has not been known to outsiders, even the Chinese authorities, and now there are not many people in Buddhism who know the existence of the temple, and some of the monks in the Shaolin Temple may know that they will come down the mountain every year to worship here, just because the symbolic meaning here is different.

This temple is the power of the Huaxia Governor's Mansion to guard the dragon vein, from the beginning of the Ming Dynasty to the present, they have been guarding here, it can be said that this temple is one of the forces under the hands of the Huaxia Governor's Mansion, and it is the only representative and symbol of its secular world.

There was silence at the scene, no one spoke, quietly looked at Leng Beifeng, Leng Beifeng stared at Shen Jun sharply, at that moment, Shen Jun felt a terrifying pressure forcing him, he knew where the owner of that look came from, however, soon Leng Beifeng set his eyes on Shen Xufeng and said, "Your child?" ”

"Hmm!" Fang Weixuan nodded, the two of them at this moment were like a pair of old friends who knew each other.

The old man of the Leng family, the second leader and everyone present looked at the two quietly, the old man of the Shen family did not look very good, there were some things he did not want to see, such as the revival of old love, you must know that in the past, it was a last resort for her Fang Weixuan to marry Shen Jun, but now that everything is unraveled, she who has a great obsession with Leng Beifeng may choose this mysterious and powerful man in front of her.

"A good boy! If you can, you can bring this thing to Kunlun Mountain and take him as an apprentice! Leng Beifeng retracted his gaze, looked into the distance with a complicated expression, and at the same time shot out a blue light in his hand, a quaint token appeared, it fell next to Shen Xufeng who fainted, and a cold word was engraved on the token, the word dragon and phoenix danced, vigorous and powerful, and there was an inexplicable aura circulating.

"Hmm!" Fang Weixuan stared at the extremely tall figure intently.

The eastern suburbs of Yanjing.

Hulong Temple.

"Bell!"

"Bell!"

“……”

"Bell!"

Nine bells suddenly rang in the temple, the bell rang through the sky, the momentum was huge, magnificent, only to hear the melodious Buddha horn in the temple, the sound of preaching was ethereal, the surrounding residents were surprised, you must know that this ancient temple has been not prosperous, and rarely open to the outside world, rarely see monks haunted on weekdays, but now there is a bell ringing, the sound of the wooden fish preaching comes and goes, more and more people feel that this ancient temple is by no means ordinary.

"Roar---"

After the end of the nine bells, there was a vision in the sky above the ancient temple, a golden dragon with a length of hundreds of zhang appeared, the dragon was extremely majestic and exuded a sacred aura, the slender dragon whiskers danced in the sky, and the dragon body hovered above the sky, but this vision was only a flash, and did not stay longer, but this situation was still captured by many people, including some martial arts powerhouses, they all set their eyes in the direction of Yanjing, you must know that this dragon is the dragon vein of Yanjing, if you want to make it show its form, I'm afraid that only these enlightened monks of the Dragon Protector Temple can.

After the dragon's chant disappeared for a long time, the mountain gate of the Dragon Protector Temple opened, and a group of solemn and yellow-clothed warrior monks rushed out, lined up in two lines, standing on both sides, at the same time, dozens of gray-bearded and kind old monks walked out of the temple, behind him was a young monk wearing a brand-new earth-colored warrior monk's clothes, and the little monk held a jade cup in his hand, the little monk looked dignified, and his eyes were full of spirituality.

"Go ahead!" The old monk in the robe smiled slightly and said.

"Yes, Abbot!" The little monk nodded respectfully.

The little monk took a firm step and walked towards the distance step by step, at the same time, these warrior monks and the old monk looked at the back of the little monk who was gradually moving away, and collectively proclaimed the Buddha's name, saying: "Amitabha! ”

After carefully observing the steps of the little monk, he found that he could walk hundreds of meters away in one step, just like that, he respectfully held the jade cup and walked in the direction of the Shen family, along the way, the citizens passing by showed curiosity, and some people pointed and discussed, but from beginning to end he walked over calmly, with a kind smile on his white and tender face, and finally left the dumbfounded citizens all the way, and disappeared without a trace in one step, which is simply a fairy method, which is difficult for ordinary people who accept materialists to accept.

Shen family.

The scene was silent for ten minutes, until a Buddha horn came from outside the door, Leng Beifeng, who was sitting in the courtyard of the Shen family, opened his eyes and stood up, looking at the person who was announcing the Buddha name.

"Amitabha, Lord Leng, little monk Juekong!" After the little monk entered the door, he pronounced the Buddha's horn and said.

"There is labor!" Cold North Wind Channel.

"My lord, this is the dragon qi extracted and refined from the Yanjing dragon vein!" Jue Kongdao.

"Thank you!" Leng Beifeng nodded and sucked the jade cup into his hand.

"Lord Leng, the little monk has something to ask for!" A smile flashed across Jue's blank and tender face.

"Please!" Leng Jiheng said with a frown.

"My lord, at the end of the Qing Dynasty, there was a Buddha in the temple was invited to the dynasty, after the collapse of the previous dynasty, the temple has lost contact with the Buddha since then, and now the temple has found the breath of the Buddha, this thing is far away in the Western Holy See! Today, the little monk is specially ordered by my master to go on an expedition to the west with the adults to welcome back the Buddhist vessels in the temple, and the adults are allowed to do so! Juekong said calmly.

"The Dragon Protector Temple is going with my Governor's Mansion! Can! Leng Beifeng's expression was cold, and he calmly agreed with the little monk's Juekong's words.