The sword slave did not tell the brothers about the conversation between father and son. After coming out of his father's place and standing in the night sky for a while, the sword slave went back to his room to rest.

After the sword slave left, the mother of the sword slave came over, looked at the back of her son who was far away, and said to her husband: "What's the use of you saying that today?

The sword slave's father shook his head and said, "You are wrong. As his father, I didn't dare to touch things and repeatedly told him not to touch them, with my son's temperament, I would never not touch them, but I must be cautious when I touched them, I didn't want my son not to touch this matter, just a reminder, and this is enough. ”

The mother of the sword slave looked at her man and said angrily: "Even your own son has to calculate, I think you are almost like those high-level people who have changed their temperament!"

"What do women and Taoist people know? Can this be compared? They are blindfolded by dirty things, and they are doing things that drain Zhuangzi, but what I do, but it is the matter of saving Zhuangzi! Can it be the same! If you don't know, don't talk nonsense, go back to sleep obediently! By the way, don't beat that girl's idea again. The identity of that girl is not something that our family can touch, I know that you want to hug your grandson and want to go crazy, but this girl can't move, if you move, it is estimated that your son is gone!"

The mother of the sword slave was reprimanded by her husband, but she did not refute it, and muttered in her mouth as she turned around and walked: "What is the matter of draining the Zhuangzi, I said, how many swords in the Zhuangzi are used, I can't use them at all! Take this opportunity to send it out, I think it's very good!

The next day, the sword slave and the brothers met, and the brothers tacitly agreed, but there was no embarrassment, compared to the atmosphere on the road, it was much better.

The sword slave sat down and said to Tang Yin: "Zhuangzi has changed a little bit, not to mention that you are a little unfamiliar with me." Today you go out for a good stroll, the owner of the village came to me early this morning, I went to see what is going on, come back early, please go out and taste our customs and food. ”

Tang Yin nodded. This arrangement is also good. If you want to find out whether Wanjian Villa is deliberately provoking trouble, it is essential to be familiar with the environment, in case you miss the horse's feet when you check, you know where to run away, don't you?

Seeing that Tang Yin had no opinions, the sword slave got up and left. Today, he did go to the owner's house, but it was not the owner who came to him, but he himself came to the door.

Tang Yin and the others had breakfast, and after a confession to the parents of the sword slave, they went out together. When they went out, everyone had their own direction to go, so they didn't have a group and dispersed. For Tang Yin, this is unwanted.

Tang Yin walked around alone, walking randomly, while secretly noting down the road he had walked, and feeling the pomp and circumstance of the world's heroes conference, which can be regarded as self-enjoyment.

The sword slave was stopped in front of the owner's Zhuangzi.

"Little second brother, I came back from a long trip, it stands to reason that I should go to see the owner, what are you stopping me for?"

"Little slave, it's not my brother who is embarrassing you, it's really the owner's orders, no one can go in without his summons, let alone you, even the owner's son who is traveling abroad wants to go in and is stopped. Listen to me, in the past few days, Zhuangzi has a lot of affairs, and the owner of the village may also have urgent matters at hand, and he doesn't want to be distracted. ”

"That's right, the owner of the village will never punish you for this little thing. Don't worry!" Another person was also on the side.

It's not that unbearable, but between the lines, the meaning is that it just can't be done. Seeing that he really couldn't win it, the sword slave confessed and retreated by himself.

Go to another one instead. This family was my father's master back then, and I didn't eat and drink at the old man's place when I was a child, but when I grew up, the old man unloaded his burden and stayed here longer. It's not appropriate to come back once, and it's not appropriate not to meet the old man.

However, when the sword slave walked in front of the old man's house, what he saw was a different scene.

The two stone lions at the gate disappeared, the quaint and atmospheric courtyard, the courtyard without many servants, and the familiar rocking chair that could not be more familiar, all changed.

Dressed in red and hung with colors, people come and go, and the entire courtyard has been renovated, which is more magnificent, but there is a lack of a familiar feeling.

It's strange.

There are a lot of people coming in and out, and if you look closely, many of them are so-called heroes who came to participate in the World Heroes Conference.

Although the old man is kind, but it also depends on who he is, he just laughed at the old man's beard back then, but his own old man didn't master the strength of the iron and was beaten by the old man for three days without getting out of bed. Such an old man who knows the destiny of heaven casually, can tolerate these worldly people entering and leaving his courtyard?

I don't believe it when I kill the sword slave!

Even if the old man is good at talking and vacates his own house, then he should live in his own home, and there is no such person in the family. It's strange and strange, this time I came back, not only the pattern of Zhuangzi has changed, but there are also many fewer people and many unfamiliar faces.

The sword slave was suspicious.

There is a problem.

There must be a big problem!

The sword slave lifted his feet and went into the courtyard. No one stood in the way. As he expected, the courtyard has undergone earth-shaking changes, the largest and thickest old ironwood in the whole Zhuangzi is gone, and there is a chaise longue under the ironwood, but a lot of dust has fallen on it. It seems that no one has sat down for a long time.

The suspicion in the sword slave's heart gradually turned into certainty. Something happened to the old man, and it was a big deal, otherwise his own Lao Tzu would not have said a word! The disaster came very quickly, the old man did not react at all, Zhuangzi disposed of it quickly, many things were hastily prepared, and the traces of the past were not erased all at once.

Tianling went home, caught his Lao Tzu and asked, "Where is Grandpa?"

"Grandpa went. ”

"When did you go?"

"Before you come back. It was the day Zhuangzi had an accident. It came too suddenly, without the slightest defense, and the old man was killed by a sneak attack. It's on top of the big deck chair under the tree. You went to the house, and the reason why the house was taken out as a place to settle outsiders was because Zhuangzi wanted to use these outsiders to rush the fierceness in the house. The chaise longue must still be there, and Ironwood was destroyed by a fierce fight during the accident, so it was cut down. I was meant to tell you this when you rested. "The father of the sword slave was very calm, and told the sword slave what he had already made up. Although he wanted the sword slave to do something to set things right, it would be a good thing if the sword slave gave up. Zhuangzi has already killed too many people because of this incident, and he has sent away his fatherly master, and he doesn't want the white-haired people to send the black-haired people.

This thing I want the sword slave to do has a lot to do with it, and it is very dangerous, and if you are not careful, you will die without a place to be buried. Sometimes I think about it, how can we let the living die for the sake of the dead?

Jian Nu's father is also struggling himself, so sometimes he will want Jian Nu to help him out of this evil breath, but sometimes he really doesn't want his son to get too involved. Therefore, last night's words and today's noon words are almost leaky, but they are diametrically opposed intentions.

Pity the hearts of parents all over the world!

The sword slave didn't say anything when he heard Lao Tzu's explanation. Instead, he asked: "So the owner avoided it because he was injured in that accident, or did he really have something big to do and didn't have time to see us juniors?"

"It's all there. After all, this is the first hero conference on the whole continent, and we have been hiding from the world for many years, so it is inevitable that we will be a little busy, but the owner should still be able to support it, maybe there is also the meaning that I don't want you juniors to worry about. The kindness of the elders is received. ”

The sword slave nodded. "All the missing faces in Zhuangzi died in accidents?"

"Yes. ”

"What about the new faces? I don't believe that Zhuangzi has grown so many people in a few years. ”

"It is impossible to do such a big thing by relying on Zhuangzi alone, right? So the owner of the village found such people from outside the village. ”

The sword slave nodded, closed his eyes, and then said in a deep voice, "Tell the truth." Don't lie to me. ”

The sword slave's father was stunned.

"Your words are full of flaws. It's too complete, it's not my father's character. The flaws in the words are all things that I can puncture with a little delicacy, this shouldn't be your handiwork, it's too clumsy. The sword slave said lightly.

The sword slave's father was stunned. This kid can, think so clearly?

"Don't look at me with wide eyes, these words are made up by everyone, I'm not stupid. Compared with the revelation of the enemy's deep feelings last night, I can only give you zero points for today's noon defense. ”

"Eh, I was the one who showed my true feelings last night!"

"yes, I didn't say no. ”

"I'm not lying to you. ”

"I didn't say you were lying to me. I'm just saying that you used the trick of luring the enemy deeper. However, it was very clumsy, but fortunately, I only came home at the time, tired, and with your true feelings, I didn't notice it for a while. But your performance at noon today was so bad that you leaked out last night's horse's feet. Dad, you're not a drama, you can't do this. ”

The father of the sword slave waited with big eyes, looked at his son, and said in a voice of irritability and grief: "I'm not a dramatist, are you? Tell me, how did you see it! Lao Tzu has practiced the ability all his life, even your mother was coaxed by me, why did you suddenly leak the stuffing here?"

The sword slave said softly: "Although I am not a dramatist, I stay by the side of a bastard who is the best at acting every day, and I am not stupid, I can see it." As for my mother's way of getting along called boudoir fun, don't you know?"

The sword slave's father is a little crazy. The most complacent skill in his life, except for forging swords, was once punctured by his son, and it turned out to be so clumsy, he couldn't accept it. "You mean to say that your mother has been coaxing me to play?"

The sword slave nodded. Seeing that his Lao Tzu was going to continue to delay in this matter, he said in a deep voice: "Dad, don't cover up this matter anymore." I need to know the truth. The real truth!"