Chapter Twenty-Five: The Tragic Yang Family
Jiang Feng is comfortable now, and he is indeed refreshed, and his mood has almost calmed down. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info
"Did I kill Guo Jing, although I was very envious of him in the novel.
But in the future, Guo Jing doesn't know if he will become a hero, and the snake blood is gone.
Hehe, forget it, I have never killed anyone, and Guo Jing is not my enemy.
Isn't it interesting to see what Guo Jing will become in the future? ”
Jiang Feng felt that it was still expected not to kill Guo Jinglai, but there was some suspense.
So Jiang Feng thought about it, so he said:
"Jiangnan Six Heroes, Guo Jing is your apprentice after all, and I don't care about being an outsider.
I hope you will teach him well in the future and don't let him be a lackey of the Mongols anymore.
Ladies and gentlemen, there are still things to do, so I will take my leave. ”
Jiang Feng lifted Guo Jing high to the point of being scolded by thousands of people in this way, but he himself gently put it down and got out.
Anyway, these don't care about Jiang Feng's affairs, he just sees Guo Jing unhappy.
If he really wants him Jiang Feng to defend the justice of the rivers and lakes, he really hasn't thought about it.
"Qiu Zhenren, Wang Zhenren, why don't you go to my house to have a good chat, talk about martial arts, talk about Taoism."
Jiang Feng invited Qiu Chuji and Wang Chuyi with an affectionate face.
Although Qiu Chuji's fake politeness was seen through at a glance, Qiu Chuji still humbly declined Jiang Feng's kindness.
"Naqiu Zhenren, Wang Zhenren, farewell, I will have the opportunity to come to the house in the future, and I will definitely sweep the couch to greet you."
Looking at Jiang Feng who was gradually moving away, Qiu Chuji actually really wanted to go to Jiang Feng's mansion.
I want to know the details of Jiang Feng, and I want to make friends with that handsome innate master Jiang Feng.
Seeing Jiang Feng acting so obviously politely, Qiu Chuji couldn't help but feel a little disappointed in his heart.
Fortunately, Jiang Feng's last words when he left made Qiu Chuji satisfied.
Otherwise, Qiu Chuji could only find another way to beat his apprentice Wan Yankang's idea.
However, there was another thing that made Qiu Chuji even happier, he actually won the bet he made with the six monsters of Jiangnan eighteen years ago.
His apprentice Wan Yankang actually won in advance without making a move, and there is no need to compare with Guo Jing, the Mongolian lackey.
Qiu Chuji also showed a kind gaze for the first time, and chatted a lot with his beloved apprentice Wan Yankang, which made Wan Yankang flattered and confused about the situation.
Later, Wan Yankang realized that it was the reason for the eldest brother Jiang Feng, but Wan Yankang was very proud, very proud.
Wan Yankang couldn't even cry or laugh, he was stupid when he heard Master Qiu Chuji's words, Qiu Chuji actually wanted him to take over the Quanzhen Sect in the future and be the head.
"Could this old man be mistaken? I still want to be by my eldest brother's side and be a thief who steals my heart? Is it interesting to be the head of the Quanzhen Sect? No way. ”
After Yan Kang, he didn't bother to pay attention to Qiu Chuji, and was next to his eldest brother Jiang Feng tightly, it was safer, and Qiu Chuji didn't say much.
Wan Yankang didn't know that his biological father Yang Tiexin was in Jiang Feng's mansion with emotion at this time, in a rich house, which was where Yang Tiexin lived for the rest of his life.
Yang Tiexin, whose face is full of wrinkles because of the long-term exile, seems to be still dreaming.
Yang Tiexin has been living in the rivers and lakes for half his life, making a living by performing arts, and it is needless to say that his life is hard.
Where had he ever met a noble son who was as kind and kind to him as Jiang Feng.
Yang Tiexin may not know that pies will not fall from the sky in later generations.
But he knew that glory and wealth would not fall on the head of someone like him, Yang Tiexin.
But now it fell like this, so Yang Tiexin was still dreaming, and he still couldn't believe it was true.
Jiang Gongzi's entourage accompanied him just now, and the one who bowed his head to him turned out to be a steward in Jiang Gongzi's mansion.
The steward gently closed the door and exited the room.
Suddenly, Yang Tiexin seemed to wake up and came to a mirror, he didn't know how long he hadn't looked at himself.
"Who's that, who's that! Is that me? Yang Tiexin couldn't believe the weather-beaten man with a wrinkled face who appeared in front of the mirror.
It seems that his back is also hunched, and he is like an old man in his sixties, and that person is him.
Yang Tiexin remembered that he was also a handsome teenager when he was young, and he couldn't help but leave tears.
"Eighteen years, I have been in exile and have suffered so much, and who knows that I am looking for my lost wife and children.
Eighteen years, what hardship, what tiredness, I Yang Tiexin has not eaten, suffered, I am not afraid, I have never been afraid.
Since embarking on this road, I Yang Tiexin has been ruthless, as long as I can find the weak and find the child in her belly, I am not afraid of any kind of hardship.
But God why, why is it so cruel! Eighteen years, eighteen years!
Still not a bit of news from them. Who has a few eighteen years!
It's been 18 years! I'm weak, I'm old, I can't walk anymore! Whining
I'm only in my thirties, and now I'm like an old man in my sixties.
I'm weak, I'm hopeless, I'm hopeless.
Sorry for the weak, woo, goodbye in the next life, sorry for the weak, woo, woo, woo,"
Yang Tiexin cried, and cried out loud, such a strong person actually cried bitterly.
For the first time in eighteen years, Yang Tiexin cried happily.
For the first time in eighteen years, Yang Tiexin burst into tears.
For the first time in eighteen years, Yang Tiexin cried heartbreakingly.
Because Yang Tiexin is dead, his heart is dead, and he can't find his wife and children.
I've been looking for it for 18 years! I can't find it!