That night, Qinglongju welcomed a most distinguished guest. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Lin Xuanran personally cooked, and under the guidance of Liang Zi, he made a whole table of nine big cooks, and ate the old leatherman's old Huai.

Perhaps because he hadn't been so happy for a long time, he drank several times more so that his face turned red.

Lin Xuanran glanced at him, and suddenly seemed to have found something, and was about to speak, but was stopped by the old leatherman shaking his head. After that, when he was full of wine and food, the old cobbler finally said what he meant.

"Little book, let's go......"

He said to Nangong, "Take a few daughters-in-law and go together, how far is it, how far is it." ”

Nangong was stunned when he heard this, and then he was a little dazed. Family love is more intoxicating than the love between men and women, but after getting together, do you still have to face reality? He asked in a daze: "Why?"

"Because someone in the family is coming. The old cobbler replied.

Someone's coming......

Yagami said so, and the old cobbler said so, but Yagami didn't tell him to go, so it was obvious that he either didn't have time to say it, or the old cobbler knew more than him.

Speaking of the Eight Divine Moon, Nangong finally regained a little calm and asked, "Then the Eight Divine Moon is also your ......"

"I didn't hurt it. The old leatherman shook his head and suddenly smiled: "Speaking of which, it is precisely because Miss Yagami Yue dragged him that my father was able to eat this meal of his sister-in-law in time......"

Sister-in-law, that is, the meaning of daughter-in-law, this is the local dialect of Longcheng. However, before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by several exclamations.

"Girl?!" Ye Jianzang looked at him with wide eyes: "Uncle, you mean...... Yagami Moon Girl?"

The old leatherman was stunned: "You don't know?"

Ye Jianzang shook his head dumbfoundedly, he really didn't know.

"It's no wonder that when I was in the tomb guards, I thought that guy was handsome, and he still had incense on his body...... It turned out to be a mother!"

Thinking like this, Ye Jianzang glanced at Lin Xuanran with a little grievance. Because Yagami Yue's injuries were all handled by her, no matter how well she disguised herself, but the male is the mother, and she doesn't know it yet?

Lin Xuanran turned his head silently. Of course she knew, she just didn't say it.

Because Yagami Moon won't let her say.

"It's okay if I don't know, don't you know now......" The old leatherman smiled, then turned his head to Nangong and said gently: "Bashenyue is a good girl, she is so for you, it can be seen that ...... Oh, Xiaoshu, don't blame your father for nagging, if you have the opportunity in the future, you might as well ...... her too" Saying that, he squeezed his eyes at Nangong and gave him a "you know" look.

You understand this look, I understand, everyone understands it, but Nangong can only pretend not to understand, don't turn his face, blush, and pretend not to hear. Because now is not the time to talk about this, and because he has never thought of going here.

In his heart, Yagami Moon was just a friend, that's all.

There was a moment of silence.

The old cobbler smiled helplessly.

Nangong was raised by him, of course he knew what he was thinking, and he knew his temperament, so he didn't say anything more.

I just couldn't help but think in my heart: "Fate is such a thing...... Who knows...... Son, son, there is a time when the elm pimple is also opened, and I am afraid that it will be ...... then."

"Hehe, okay, let him go......"

Thinking of this, the old cobbler couldn't help but feel a little regretful: "It's a pity...... I'm afraid I won't be able to drink that cup of tea......" So he picked up the glass, poured out the wine, but added the tea, and took a sip of it.

Perhaps because he was in a hurry to drink and out of breath, he suddenly coughed. Lin Xuanran hurriedly stepped forward and rubbed his back very intimately. The old cobbler looked up and smiled at her, coughing with one hand over his mouth, and then shaking it with the other to signal that it was out of the way.

Lin Xuanran retreated silently, his expression became a little silent, the kind of silence that was silently sad.

The old cobbler coughed a few more times, and at last stopped, and let go of his hand.

It's just that at the moment when he put down his hand, Nangong didn't see the bright red in his palm, and Lin Xuanran's expression.

He coughed dryly, and then changed the subject...... Or rather, return the topic to square one.

"Dad, after all that, what ......" he looked at the old leatherman, hesitated for a moment, and finally did not say the word "home", but said vaguely: "There...... Who's here?"

The old cobbler's smile suddenly froze, he sighed slightly, and his eyes dimmed.

His eyes were not very bright in the first place, maybe they had been facing the leather a lot over the years, and even looked a little cloudy, according to the mortal world, this was called old eyes faint, but at the moment his eyes were even more dim.

It was as if the thought of the person Nangong asked was enough to make his eyes lose all color.

Lose all the color, then the rest ......

Despair, of course.

That's the one who can make him feel hopeless too.

Nangong saw his eyes, his heart trembled slightly, and then said, "Is it Sanniang?"

"It's not Sanniang. The old cobbler shook his head, then raised his head and said, "Because Sanniang ...... You know, she's only going to make you happy, never going to make you sad. ”

Nangong was stunned when he heard this, and couldn't help but think of the wisp of cooking smoke under the dusk of Dragon City back then, and the gentle back in the cooking smoke.

The owner of the back would always prepare a delicious dinner when he was out of school, and then stand in front of the stairs and shout to himself who was hiding in the attic drawing: "Little book, come down to eat......

"It turned out to be her ......"

Nangong's heart warmed, then he shook his head, shook off these memories, and then looked at the old leatherman and said, "That's Mr. Er." ”

"Yes, it's ......," sighed the old cobbler.

So Nangong couldn't help but sigh.

Sanniang, and Niang, are actually the same person. In the Lost Continent, in Dragon City, this person is his mother, and now, this person is his third mother.

In the Nangong family, Sanniang is the younger sister of his father in Zhongzhou, ranking third, so he is called Sanniang.

Nangong Sanniang is her name.

These are all the information that Nangong got from the memories in the second seal.

And Mr. Second is actually Nangong's second uncle, Nangong doesn't know what his name is, he only knows that he is the second uncle. Because from his birth to the time his memory was sealed, all the people around him called him Mr. Two, and no one dared to call him by his name.

Even his father, the man who stood at the top of the world, would only call him his second brother, but never by his name. It's as if his name is Mr. Two, or...... Called Nangong Er?

However, what Nangong couldn't understand was, why?

Why did the second uncle injure Yagami Moon and hit him...... She, seriously injured and dying?

Why is the second uncle here, but you want me to go?

The second uncle in my memory is obviously such an amiable person, obviously he pulled his beard, rode his neck, and even peed in his arms when he was a child, but why......

And now he is going to kill himself?

"Why?" he asked the old cobbler, and all the whys were all in these three words.

The old cobbler sighed again, but did not answer immediately.

He looked at Nangong very seriously, as if he wanted to see his appearance in his heart, and in the middle of the sound, he suddenly said with a little relief: "Time flies so fast, in the blink of an eye, you have grown up......

These words came suddenly, which made Nangong very puzzled.

"But too fast, little book!"

The old cobbler continued: "You have grown up ...... It's really too fast! Five years ......" He stretched out a hand and said seriously: "In five years, seven months, and eight days, you have grown from a kid who couldn't cultivate to the level you have now...... Seventh Order? No! You even saw the threshold...... It's really fast!"

There was pride and pride in his tone.

Five years, seven months, and eight days, a total of two thousand and eighteen days, Nangong had grown from a waste who could not cultivate to the current Young Dean of the Green Dragon, and saw the threshold that stood above the peak of the seventh order......

If you say it, I'm afraid it will startle the big teeth of the whole world!

You must know that there are as many cultivators in the world as a carp crossing the river, but those who can cultivate to the eighth order, and the entire drifting island group is only a hand. They are all famous and powerful, such as Fu Qinglong, such as Miss Lance, such as the world's first sword Ye Xizhao, and another world's first sword, the sword saint Wuji......

Among these people, except for the perverted Ye Xizhao, which one has not gone through life and death and survived a long time to get to where he is today?

But on the other hand, Nangong only took a little more than five years and less than six years. This gap...... Although he hasn't really crossed that threshold yet, he has only seen it, but don't forget, he is still very young!

Double ten years, at the time of the young year, more fresh and tender!

The so-called man has thirty-one flowers, and Nangong is still a flower bone. So who can guarantee that when the flowers are in full bloom, the door will not open to him?

To be able to raise such a son, the old leatherman is proud enough, and he wants his son to be Jackie Chan, nothing more than that.

Nangong could feel his pride, and he was proud of it. But why, behind this pride, did he also hear the deep sigh of the old cobbler?

Why sigh?

Sigh at misfortune.

It's as if Nangong's pride, as well as his pride, is the root of misfortune, how proud he is, how unfortunate he is!

Well, that's what it means.

So Nangong still didn't understand, so he continued to ask: "Why?"

Because I'm growing up too fast, my second uncle is coming to kill me, why is that?

At this time, the old cobbler suddenly fell silent, and only looked at him with a very deep look, as if to see him in his bones.

To be silent is not to speak.

But there are many reasons for not speaking, whether the old cobbler does not want to speak, does he refuse to speak, or does he dare not speak, or is it ...... Even he doesn't know the answer?

I don't know.

Nobody knows.

Suddenly, with a "poof", the old leatherman suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood, spraying Nangong in front of him all over his body, and his face withered in an instant with this mouthful of blood, as if he was hundreds of years old all of a sudden.

"Dad!" Nangong was shocked, and the six gods were ownerless in an instant.

It happened suddenly, without even the slightest warning. Or rather, there were signs, but he didn't see it. At this time, the blood was still dripping down his face, covering his eyes, and Nangong didn't care to wipe it.

"How can this be......?

Lin Xuanran had already seen those signs that Nangong had not seen, and at this time he was not panicked, and immediately took action to check the pulse of Lao Pi. But in just three seconds, her face suddenly changed.

As soon as the jade hand flicked his hand, the small medicine box appeared in his hand, Lin Xuanran turned out a few bottles of pills in a little panic, and then poured them into the old leatherman's mouth regardless of the thirty-seven twenty-one. At the same time, her fingertips lit up with unprecedented light, pouring down lifelessly, enveloping the old cobbler into a dazzling cocoon of light.

Seeing this, Nangong panicked even more.

Because he had never seen Lin Xuanran, who had never been as light as water, look so stern.

Even more because he recognized that the light that Lin Xuanran sprinkled at this time was not the light of holy healing that he had ever seen, but even more wonderful...... Healing Light!

As the name suggests, it is still a light that can heal even if the god is injured.

And for humans, this light is real - as long as there is a breath left, it can save your life!

Today, however...... Can the light of divine healing save the life of the old cobbler?

The brilliance was still pouring out, but Lin Xuanran's holy face suddenly dimmed. In the middle of it, the light faded, revealing the old leathermian's withered face and closed eyes.

"Too ...... It's too late......" she said in a trembling voice. Suddenly, Nangong's heart fell into darkness as the light dissipated.

"Impossible!"

He pushed Lin Xuanran away a little roughly, and stretched out his hand himself, resisting the old leatherman's heart, true qi, strange power, and the purest light given by the divine dragon...... No matter what kind of power, in short, don't send it out. As long as he can make the old leatherman better, he will send it desperately, even if he gives away his own life!

"Impossible...... It can't be too late...... You see, the moon has just risen outside, and it's still early......"

"Daddy...... Get up!"

"You open your eyes, and your son drinks with you......"

Nangong murmured and called, his voice hoarse and heartbroken. At this moment, he was flustered like a child who couldn't find his way home.

However, the next moment, he had let go, and his face was as dead as ashes.

Uproar is right, it's too late......

It's the second half of the moon now, and the last quarter moon hangs outside the window, and the second quarter moon only appears in the second half of the night...... Before I knew it, it was late at night.

The old cobbler's meridians were shattered, the sea of qi withered, and even his primordial spirit was like a candle in the wind, without a ray of light, and the true qi entered his body, and before it could operate, it had dissipated.

It turned out to be really...... It's too late!

"Dad!" Nangong finally couldn't help crying.

"Don't cry, little book......"

Maybe it was the light that came back to light, or maybe it was the light of divine healing and the power of Nangong that played a slight role, and the old leatherman suddenly opened his eyes weakly. He wiped away the tears on Nangong's face and said with a smile: "Dad is already dead...... You don't have to...... You don't have to bother your sister-in-law...... Oh, although Mr. Rokju's medical skills are wonderful, he is known as ...... Hades doesn't stay!But after all, ...... After all, you can't fight for your life with Hades...... Ahem......"

"Daddy......"

"Don't talk, daddy's time...... It's not much, you let Dad finish!"

Nangong didn't dare to speak again, just looked at him with tears in his eyes.

The old cobbler grasped his hand tightly, and his speech was solemn because of the intermittent words: "Little book...... You listen to your father, don't hate ...... Don't hate your second uncle, because he is also ...... For the sake of the family, for the sake of ...... For the sake of the world......"

"Little book...... Let's go...... Listen to Daddy, let's go......"

"Take a few sisters-in-law and leave here...... Go find a place where no one is around, and go incognito...... I finished this life plainly...... That's good......"

"Dad is ashamed...... World ......"

"The world is so big...... But after all these years, Dad finally ...... Still can't go with you...... Take a look at ......" After saying this, the old cobbler could not say any more.

He's dead.

Until he died, he didn't tell the secret that Nangong wanted to know the most.

In fact, he should have died a long time ago, before he came to Qinglongju.

It's just that there is a great and ordinary force supporting him, letting him see his son for the last time, and letting him bring a message to his son, so that he can drink a cup of daughter-in-law tea before he dies.

Now that the son has seen it, the words have been brought, and the daughter-in-law has drunk the tea--it is still three cups, so that power has naturally dissipated.

And this power is called fatherly love.

Looking at the little light floating in front of his eyes, it was the last smile that the old leatherman left for his son. At this time, Nangong's eyes were empty and silent, as if he had lost his soul.

He didn't reach for it, and he didn't try to keep it.

Because he knew that cultivation was originally a matter of going against the sky, and when he reached the realm of the old leatherman, his body was the same as heaven and earth, and now after death, he naturally had to return to heaven and earth.

Liang Siqin was like this back then, and so was Aruba.

It's just that they haven't reached the realm, so she left a tear, and another one left a jewel. If one day, I die, too, will be the same. I just don't know what I can leave to the world at that time?

This is the highest honor for a cultivator.

Heaven and man are one, and they die as they deserve.

This is also the most cruel punishment that Cangtian has for cultivators.

Walking against the sky, there is no corpse in death. (To be continued.) )