Chapter Twenty-Six: Zi Yan's Mother

The sky has just dawned, the whole Wujiazhuang is still shrouded in a faint ink, the open space in front of the Wujiazhuang ancestral hall is already full of interested young people, Zifeng stood calmly in the crowd, his face was a little tired, last night finally finished reading the book given by Wu Hai, only to know how ignorant he was, he didn't expect to set off for Qingyun Town early in the morning, causing Wu Xin'er and Zi Yan to call Zifeng up with a lot of effort, so they yawned all the way.

"We're going to leave for the annual hunting convention, and I know you're looking forward to it, and I'll tell you I'm just like you. Although we did not achieve good results in the previous hunting conferences, we could not erase our determination to win, and this time was the time when our Wujiazhuang became famous.

I hope that in the next period of time, I will not cause trouble, and when I am in the town, no one is allowed to act privately without my consent, do you hear clearly?" Wu Haoran's impassioned words made the young boy in front of him scream, and the scene became hot in an instant.

Wu Feiming glanced at Wu Haoran with satisfaction, his eyes stayed on Zifeng for a while, and then with a wave of his hand, dozens of people from Wujiazhuang rushed towards Qingyun Town.

On a summer morning, the weather is crisp and pleasant, with a strong smell of flowers and plants, and both sides of the road are covered with dense vegetation. Along the way, a group of young people talked and laughed, as if they were playing, and they were the most comfortable, among which Ziyan and Xin'er were the most, Zifeng was almost tossed to death by these two little aunts and grandmothers, and when he saw bright fruits on the cliff on one side, he shouted to eat, and when he saw beautiful flowers and plants, he also wanted to pick them...... In short, there was no place to stuff the things in the hands of the two people on the road.

With the approach of Qingyun Town, the flow of people on the road is gradually increasing, and the wide road is already a little crowded, with constant traffic and smoke on the road. By the time the martial arts party arrived in Qingyun Town, the sun was already shining, the temperature was unbearable, and the originally elated martial arts guys, the young ladies were unkempt and dusty, Wu Feiming saw everything in his eyes, and without saying anything, he took everyone to the martial arts shop and arranged for these little guys to rest and rest.

Although the martial arts family did not have any good achievements in the hunting conference, but in Qingyun Town also has its own shop, weapon shop, and at the same time concurrently engaged in the iron business, of course, it can not be compared with other families, excluding the forces in Qingyun Town, and the same in Qingyun Town, compared with Lijiazhuang, Chenjiazhuang is also insufficient, there is only one industry of its own in Qingyun Town, fortunately, the weapons sold in Wujiazhuang are affirmed by everyone in Qingyun Town, and the business is also very hot.

Passing through the crowded streets, after several turns, you will come to a clanging blacksmith shop, the shop is simple and tidy, and a few gilded characters of 'samurai ironshop' shine overhead. There were teenagers behind him, and many girls saw their fathers, uncles, and the like inside, so they couldn't help but scratch for a while, and greeted them lively.

After that, everyone walked through the store and came to the backyard, and suddenly the whole vision widened, there were dozens of rooms around, Wu Haoran made a simple arrangement, and instructed not to run around, so he dismissed everyone. Wu Zifeng just wanted to find a place to rest, but unfortunately Wu Feiming called him over alone, and there was no choice but to bite the bullet and follow.

When he came to the hall, he saw Wu Tianjie looking at him with a kind face, Zifeng hurriedly stepped forward and called 'grandpa', which made Wu Tianjie's heart bloom: "Okay, okay, sit down, Zifeng, are you tired all the way?" Wu Tianjie said good words in a row, and Wu Feiming looked envious, how many years, his father has never been so hopeful.

"Don't be tired, grandpa, I don't know when the hunting conference will start, is there anything to pay attention to?" Zifeng cheered up and asked Wu Tianjie, before coming, Bai Yihan mentioned some things about the hunting conference to Zifeng, so that Zifeng should pay more attention, after all, Zifeng is the backbone of this hunting conference.

"This, I'll wait for Ziming and Wu Lei to come over, and let your second uncle talk to you." Wu Tianjie was talking, and Wu Haoran had already brought Wu Ziming and Wu Lei over. Wu Ziming has changed a lot, the original arrogant and domineering surname is now a lot more restrained, at least now Zifeng can no longer find the previous shadow from him, Wu Lei is the kid who was taught by Ziming, and he is still wearing a simple green shirt.

After the two met the elders present, Wu Feiming spoke: "Hunting Conference, you must have known some of the contents, but I still have to repeat it, you have to memorize it carefully." There are three processes in the hunting conference, the first is a three-day hunt that the three of you will participate in, and the number and quality of the spirit crystals will determine the ownership of the winners.

The second item: The contest between the descendants of the family is also three people, one-on-one duel, one person can participate in multiple games, and finally the ranking determines the division of the family's power in Qingyun Town. The last one doesn't need to be your heart, it's about the battle between the pharmacist and the talisman, you just need to try your best to win the first two, of course, each winner has a lot of rewards, and these rewards are rare. ”

"Second uncle, if you say this, can Zifeng fight three times by himself?" Wu Lei looked excited, he himself had a few catties and a few taels, and he was still very clear, although he was very enterprising and entered the martial arts realm not long ago, but compared with Zifeng, it was still far from it, not to mention that when he saw the fight, he had long regarded Zifeng as an idol in his mind.

Wu Feiming couldn't help but look at Wu Lei with a smile: "Theoretically, it's okay, but you can't rely too much on Zifeng, you have to hone more, you know." Zifeng looked at Wu Lei, who was squeezing his eyebrows at him, and he was speechless, his figure looked much thinner than Wu Lei, but this thing insisted on hiding behind him.

"Okay, you all go back to rest, if you need anything, just come to me, adjust your state these two days, you know?" Wu Feiming finally told them to go back to rest, and the three of them walked out of the lobby unhurriedly when they heard the words. When Zifeng stood and looked at Ziming's distant figure, an indescribable taste rolled in his heart.

"What do you think, Ziming, this kid has been hit hard..."Wu Tianjie twisted his beard and asked Wu Feiming and Wu Haoran.

"I'll find a chance to talk to him, if I can't even get over myself, no one will be able to save him. Wu Feiming thought of Wu Ziming's behavior before, and said with a sigh.

"Okay, you find a chance to talk, and you should take Zi Yan to the town lord's mansion, and you should let Zi Yan meet her mother, I haven't seen her for so long, if it's possible, take her home." Wu Tianjie looked at Wu Feiming expectantly, his son has not been happy all these years.

Zi Yan's mother, Lin Xi Ruo, the daughter of Lin Xuanxi, the town lord of Qingyun Town, fell in love with Wu Feiming when the Wu family moved in, but the old man Lin was dissatisfied with this marriage because of the weak Wu family, and he revealed this idea on many occasions, but Zi Yan's mother insisted on being with Wu Feiming, and Lin Xuanxi had no choice.

However, with the birth of Zi Yan, although this dissatisfaction has been subsided, she always pretends to be sick every once in a while, and lets Lin Xiruo take care of herself, and she lives for more than a month. As a result, Zi Yan and her mother have been separated for a long time, Wu Feiming dared to be angry and did not dare to speak, just thinking that one day he could proudly bring his wife home......

Hearing his father's words, Wu Feiming nodded solemnly and walked out slowly...... The noonday sun is like fire, scorching but dripping for a moment......