The ghost-faced Gu Yu was dressed in brocade clothes and fluttered wantonly with the wind, and the feeling of freedom and ease compared to the dilapidated mansion in front of him, this mansion seemed to be bound in an ancient cage. Looking at the barren scene in front of him, he couldn't help but think of his childhood, when he didn't have much memory ability.

At that time, the fifth Mo somehow moved from the palatial palace to this small mansion overnight. In fact, this house is not small, but to ordinary people, it can be called a mansion, but for his palace, it is indeed small and pitiful. In his fragmentary memory, the house was not as barren as it is now. Since his father entered this house, he has also been a different person, and he has locked himself in the ancestral hall all day long, and he does not understand the reason for all this. He once cried because of this change, and he also took advantage of his violent temperament to ask his father why everything had changed. Xu was crying too much, and then he was sent away and sent to Fengqingguan, which was fifteen years.

In the past fifteen years, the ghost-faced ancient jade has become a "ghost-faced scholar" who makes the world unable to find the source, thinking that it is a "ghost-faced scholar" who pops out of thin air in the stone. In the past fifteen years, the former country has become a city, and the once majestic and martial father has disappeared under the protection of this house. It was also in the past fifteen years that Ghost-faced Guyu finally understood what he had experienced when he was young, he knew his father's forbearance and unwillingness, and he had hated it.

The advantage of time is to use the fragments of life to grind the past to no longer unforgettable, it has been fifteen years, and the ghost-faced Guyu has also seen a lot of things, those pasts, he doesn't hate or complain. He also persuaded his father many times to let go, but in exchange for one letter after another reprimanding him for his unfilial piety. Later, in a fit of rage, his father cut off contact with him.

Everyone has their own pain that is difficult to give up, fifteen years ago, it was Ghostface Guyu's father who was hurt the most, so Ghostface Guyu understood that the only thing he could do was to drag it like this.

Thinking of this, the corners of the ghost-faced Guyu's mouth lightly chuckled into a sarcastic smile: "It's time to come, it's going to come after all." ”

The ghost-faced Guyu tidied up his clothes, and strode into the mansion where he had waved goodbye for fifteen years, as if his back was unwilling, leading the wind to accompany him, blowing the plaque full of green wattles on the door out of the appearance of Zhuo Yue, and the faint word 'Xuanyuan' raised the conspiracy of victory, calling for his return.

Compared with the surrounding scenery, the ancestral hall in front of the ghost-faced Gu Yu was exceptionally clean, this was his father's favorite, how could his father tolerate this place being trampled on by the yellow dust.

With his memory, Ghost-faced Guyu walked to an unnamed tablet, "Auntie......"

Many past events circulated in the mind of the ghost-faced ancient jade, and now he had no time to capture them. The only thing that was deeply imprinted in his memory was his father wiping the nameless tablet and saying, "Aya'er, don't jump! Don't jump! Why don't you listen to your brother?" My father had been crazy like this for a long time, and he had been watching it for a long time when he was so young. Later, when he was about to be sent away, he learned that his beloved aunt would never return.

Thinking of her aunt, the ghost-faced Guyu unconsciously rubbed her eyebrows with her hands, and used pain and heart to free herself from the sorrow of memories.

Ghost-faced Guyu gently knocked on the nameless tablet three times with his hand, the door of the ancestral hall was closed, and he moved the tablet to the right rear, and the tablet was divided with eyes, looking at the passage in front of him, Ghost-faced Guyu exhaled lightly: It's time to meet.

Looking at the two doors of 'immortality' and 'immortality' at the end of the river, the ghost-faced ancient jade knew that the hatred in his father's heart had not been diminished by half because of the repetition of time, and what he was thinking in his heart couldn't help but add another layer of haze, but even so, he had to give it a try, after all, there was only one apprentice.

"Life and death are impermanent, and fate is at the mercy of heaven. As the voice of the ghost-faced ancient jade fell, the door of "life and death" appeared, and he no longer made any stops, but walked straight to the innermost room, sat down at the table, poured himself a cup of hot tea and drank it slowly.

The long years are nothing more than the tea leaves in the boiling water, so that the tea leaves from curling up to stretching, the taste from light to strong, to the strongest, to know its bitterness, but also to know its taste of true sweetness.

"How's this tea?"

The familiar voice is looking for the trajectory it belongs to in the memory, the ghost-faced Gu Yu doesn't know how long it has been since he heard his father's voice, and the strangeness in the sense of familiarity is the annual rings left by the years. His mind unconsciously reminded him of his father's once handsome face, and he didn't know if his face was still the same now, or was it ...... He didn't dare to think about it, and he didn't want to think, "The tea is too bitter." ”

"It's your heart that is too heavy. ”

When Ghost-faced Guyu heard his father say this, he felt a little ridiculous, 'My heart is too heavy?', compared with my father's national hatred and family hatred, my own heart is inevitably a little inadequate, "Yes." ”

"What's going on?"

Ghost-faced Gu Yu obviously felt the sound of speaking from far and near, he instinctively raised his head, and his father's majestic figure appeared at the deep small door, and his father was walking towards him slowly, slowly.

My father's appearance doesn't seem to have changed much, but it seems to be a complete stranger. When the ghost-faced Guyu's father walked in front of him and sat down, he found that all the traces left on his father's body by the years were crawling all over the hair tied up by the crown, although it looked black from a distance, but when seen at such a close distance, the whiteness in the black was more distressing than the white of the old man. Looking at such a father, the retreat in Ghost-faced Gu Yu's heart was even worse.

"Huh?" Xuanyuan Wu looked at his son who he hadn't seen for a long time, and there was a trace of warmth in his heart, he wanted to take a good look at his child, and the little doll that was half a big person in his impression has now become so tall. He wanted to ask his children whether he was doing well without him, what he had been through, how he had come over the years, whether he had gone through many spiritual tribulations that he did not know as a father, and if not, why he was not so young with the composure exuded by his body. But Xuanyuan Wu hid all his emotions, he knew why his son came here this time, and the reason was not to catch up with him, a bad old man of half a hundred, but for that woman. If it weren't for the woman who got in the way of his plan, if it wasn't for the woman who could be the best fuse for his revenge, he would really be willing to see her succeed and match her with his son. In the face of the choice between father's love and national hatred and family feud, Xuanyuan Wu chose the latter, he hoped that his son could be as important as him, and he was waiting for the choice of the person in front of him. Xuanyuan Wu's deeper and deeper eyes were like a thousand-year-old dry well, in addition to being unpredictable, there was more of a compelling cold.