The old man of the ram and the ancestor of the ram Chen talked with each other......

"Young master!"

Ram Chang Geng hesitated and shouted, he had been waiting for half an hour.

The old man looked back at the ram and looked at the wolf, and the old man frowned, "Chen'er, is this the person in your courtyard?"

"Well, Chang Geng, come and see my grandfather!" Gong Yang Chen didn't seem to hear the old man's disgust, and called the Ram Chang Geng over.

The old man glanced at his grandson, and knew a little in his heart that Chen'er was going to push this subordinate to the front.

Ram Changgeng was shocked when he heard the 'grandfather', "The grandfather of the young master, isn't that the father of the patriarch, the elder of the previous generation, he ...... He...... How could he be here. ”

Shocked, the ram's long-ploughing action is not slow, he quickly stepped forward and bowed to the knees: "The villain ram long-ploughing greets the ancestor, the ancestor is auspicious." ”

The ram is laughing: "Get up!

"Xie Lao Zu. The ram Changplough got up, his eyes were slightly bright, and he had an idea in his heart, and he saluted to the ram Chen: "Young master, his subordinates were ordered to go outside the house to hire a spiritual craftsman to build a yard, and now people are outside the house, but the gatehouse is not allowed to enter, and the young master is also asked to decide." ”

Before Ram Chen could speak, the old man spoke first, "There is obviously a spirit craftsman at home, why do you want to look for it outside?

The ram Chang Geng looked embarrassed, and said in the future: "Old ...... Ancestor, you ...... Don't you know, now that the prestige of our Jianchen Academy has been lost, it is better now, at least we can come and go freely, in the past, the young master was seriously ill, and it was difficult for us to even go out to find a pharmacist, and during that time, the people of Jianchen Academy could only stay in the courtyard. All the people waited...... Waiting for the young master...... He...... He ......"

The old man's eyes were wide open, his beard was open, and he roared angrily: "What about waiting for Chen'er?"

The ram Changgeng's heart trembled, and he said in a dark voice: "Wait for the young master to die!"

"Bastard!"

The old man stretched out his hand to plow the ram, but was grabbed by a bony hand, "Grandfather, don't be angry, as you said, life is always full of tribulations, and I am fine now." ”

The old man was speechless for a while, and then he crossed over his stuffy gourd-like grandson and said to the ram Chang Ploughing: "The ram is long ploughing, right?"

"Yes!"

"Follow me!"

"Yes!" the ram Chang Plough followed.

The old man turned his head and glared at Ram Chen again, "Stand still, don't follow." ”

Ram Chen frowned slightly, a little displeased, but he didn't say anything.

"Say, bring me what you know!"

Ram Changgeng kept his head down, and he said with a wince: "The villain doesn't dare to say anything!"

"Say, with the ancestor here, no one dares to touch you!" the old man said coldly.

Hearing this, the ram's long-ploughing eagle eyes lit up instantly, and then there was a flash of cold light, and he knelt down heavily, knocked his head three times, and said tremblingly: "...... The young master had an accident and was assassinated, the young master desperately cut off the assassin's arm, injured the root, and was seriously injured and dying, the Pharmacist Academy proposed to use the thousand-year-old spirit ginseng to refine the ginseng spirit pill for the young master's life, the patriarch did not approve it, and ordered that during the period when the young master was recuperating from his injuries, no one was allowed to enter and leave the Jianchen Academy......"

The old man trembled and trembled with anger.

The ram buried his head deep in his knees, as if he didn't know that the old man was angry.

He unhurriedly started from the patriarch's visit to the sick, talked about the morning tea, and then went to Sun Yaoshi to ask for a doctor, then the patriarch led the people to break into the courtyard, and then talked about the patriarch and the elder courtyard master stood quietly all night, and finally everyone in the Jianchen Courtyard was crowded in a dilapidated house, but they couldn't invite the spirit craftsman in the clan, the monthly money was broken, the spiritual rice could not be eaten, and the spiritual meat could not be eaten......

Everything is slowly told under the mouth of the ram long cultivator, all kinds of events, he is an eyewitness, and some things are not even clear to Ram Chen himself, especially the various arrangements of Ram Hui.

The old man's face was dejected, and his eyes were blank: "Evil obstacle!

The old man left, and before leaving, he glanced back at Ram Chen.

That glance was full of pity, guilt, and self-blame......

Ram Hui is the son of his ram!

As the sun rose, Ram Chen slowly walked to the main house, and no one knew what he was thinking.

"Young master...... "The ram ploughed and came forward to ask for sin.

Ram Chen waved his hand, "You can do whatever you want, but don't bother me, remind you again, play with fire and set yourself on fire, don't put yourself in it." ”

"Yes! ”

Ram Changgeng felt a chill in his heart, he wanted too much, too urgent, and dared to climb if he had a pole.

"If there is anything in the future, you don't have to look for me, just find a vulture!" Ram Chen said lightly.

"Yes!" the ram Chang Geng's eyes darkened.

"Wutong, take the dragon sword and bring the people outside in, and you will hold the sword on my behalf and give orders on my behalf in the future. ”

"Yes, young master!"

The boy saluted a little ignorantly.

Ram Chen walked into the house and tightened his robe, it was indeed very cold in the house.

Yao Lao Shou, who was sitting on the futon and practicing qi, shook his eyebrows, opened his eyes, and the old man said in a strange voice: "Young Master Chen, when you are surrounded by warblers and swallows, your eyebrows are flying, and as soon as the beauty leaves, put on this stinky face, show me!"

Ram Chen raised his eyebrows and asked seriously: "I've always been like this before, does my face stink?"

Yao Lao snorted and didn't answer, this stinky boy is difficult to communicate.

The young man smiled and said not without a show: "Yao Lao, let me tell you one thing, our family actually prepared a god position in order to do so!"

Yao Lao didn't even raise his eyelids, and sneered: "Jiupin Gate Divine Position, give it to you, do you dare to ask for it?"

"Why don't you dare to ask for it?" the boy wondered.

The old man shook his head, "What a fearless person is the ignorant! Do you know who are the people who enter the path of God with their souls?"

The boy shook his head.

"They are all old guys who have lived for countless years, they are willing to give up their freedom for the sake of immortality, they are blown by the wind for three hundred years, beaten by the rain for three hundred years, not moving a step for three hundred years, not saying a word for three hundred years, not eating or drinking, no joy or sorrow, guarding God and heart, three hundred years, in order to be promoted to a product and become a land. ”

"Three hundred years of wind and rain, three hundred years of immobility, three hundred years of not eating or drinking......"

The young man shuddered, not daring to think about it further, he was afraid for a while, how could he, a young man who had been less than fourteen years, resist the erosion of three hundred years of time.

The old man smiled, and continued to say: "Three hundred years, those old monsters who have lived for hundreds of years, can always survive by recalling some old things, how long can you survive? Thirty years, fifty years, one hundred years, even if you don't go crazy for three hundred years, it will make you a fool, and at that time, what will your soul be ......like when you will decay?"

"Stop! Enough, Yao Lao, the kid understands!"

"Hmph, understood? You know a fart, remember: Shinto is divided into two paths: life and death, the living cultivate gods, and the dead make statues, have you ever seen a living person make a sacrifice for himself?"

The young man groaned in his heart, "Yao Lao, yes, my stone statue should be almost ready!"