Body of God: Sealed Body (2)

Xiao Wang Li seems to want to know more about Master, just like an orphan who wants to know his parents. It is true that he has no parents, but he is definitely not an orphan, because he has a mother, brother and sister-in-law who love him.

He wasn't lonely, so he never asked his parents about it. Only those who have family affection can be regarded as relatives, and those who are related by blood are not necessarily relatives, since they are not relatives, there is no need for Wang Li to know who his parents are.

Yingmen has never lacked delicious dim sum, especially the old woman, because she has the highest seniority, so there are many more southern pastries such as rice cakes, Tiannu flowers, and Fuyuan cakes, which are rare in the north.

But Wang Li and Wang Lanxi didn't take a few bites, it seemed that the sugar taste on the peach crisp had not yet melted in their mouths, and the honey stained with jin liquid had not yet entered the empty stomach.

The two of them stopped chewing, not because they were not hungry, not because the chef was not good at his skills, but because Wang Li's brother Wang Zhufeng came.

At the age of sixty-seven, he has passed the age of not being confused, knowing his destiny, and being obedient, because of his calmness and indifference, he walks very heavy but light, unhurried.

Although Wang Li was surprised, he was not as shaky as Wang Lanxi. Sixty-seven-year-olds usually have only one expression on their faces, either loving or not angry. Now the expression on Wang Zhufeng's face did not jump out of these two options - not angry and arrogant.

Wang Lanxi's body is not afraid of his grandfather, but afraid of the family method in his grandfather's hands - a long wooden stick woven from vines, this long wooden stick does not know how many people's buttocks, the original rough skin has been polished very brightly, when the wind passes through the cracks of the rattan stick, there is an unconscious subtle whistle, as if this stick has been contaminated with the cry of too many people, and has aura. Therefore, once it is taken out and used, it will make a crying and screaming sound.

Or maybe this rattan stick is not a cry and a shout, but a kind of excited show off of ridicule and excitement that someone has been beaten by it.

Wang Zhufeng stopped when he walked to the threshold, "Master, did Wang Li come here?"

"Senior brother, I'm in the house. "The gentleman is frank, but Wang Li's frankness scared Wang Lanxi to death.

"Uncle Shi, I don't know how powerful that rattan stick is. Wang Lanxi said that of course Wang Li didn't know how powerful the rattan stick was, because he had never been beaten by his senior brother.

Wang Li was not as powerful as the rattan stick, so he was standing near the door and continued to walk towards the door. The senior brother didn't show much surprise when he saw his junior brother.

Lang Lang Day, there are so many people in the shadow gate, how can they not be discovered. Although Wang Zhufeng is a Confucian student, he is also very proficient in the very mysterious things in the Book of Changes. Divination priests are doing the same thing. It only takes a few copper coins to figure out what you want to know.

Fortune telling, in fact, is also simple, the time and place are favorable.

"Come in, don't stand outside. The old woman asked Wang Zhufeng to come into the house to talk, but because of the etiquette, Wang Zhufeng never entered the mother's house. Once Sage Confucius met Nanzi alone, and left many scandals.

Zhufeng is not a rotten Confucian, the key is that there is really nothing that cannot be solved by himself, so there is no need to negotiate with his wife.

"Yes, Master. After Wang Zhufeng entered, he said to his wife, "I want to deal with housework here." ”

"Hmm. "My wife promised. She saw Zhufeng holding a beating rattan in his hand and knew what his "family affairs" were.

As soon as Wang Zhufeng entered the door, he saw the villain with his head down and soaked in cold sweat shaking non-stop, the child of others, none of them would not remember their grandson when they were grandfathers, besides, he only had four grandchildren, and Wang Lanxi's grandson was a little special.

Gold, wood, water, fire, and earth are the five elements, and it is also a way of cyclic arrangement of names, and the order of the five elements also has other ways. The most famous one with this kind of seniority is the branch of Zhu Yuanzhang, the Taizu of the Ming Dynasty.

Zhang, a type of jade, belongs to the earth. Zhu Yuanzhang's son Zhu Di is a member of the Muzi generation, his grandson Zhu Yunwen is a generation of fire characters, and his great-grandson Zhu Zhanji is a generation of earth characters......

According to the idea of Wang Meng, the head of the shadow gate, it should be the water character generation behind Wang Zhufeng's wooden character generation, and the fire character generation behind it. Based on this calculation, Wang Lanxi is the name of the generation that belongs to the fire character generation and should not take the water word generation.

The origin of his name involves the bloodline of the Ming Dynasty emperor. Can you think of it? Wang Lanxi's mother turned out to be the younger sister of Zhu Yijun of Mingshenzong and the princess of the Ming Dynasty. And Wang Zhufeng's son, that is, Wang Lanxi's father, is Hanlin of the current dynasty, from Sanpin, the champion of the year. A drama that only has a talented woman in Huangmei Opera, and a princess marries a champion Lang.

Wang Lanxi is a little different, that is, his name, not according to the order of the characters of the Shadow Gate, but according to the order of the Zhu family. He is not surnamed Zhu, I don't know if it was his luck or his misfortune.

"Lanxi. ”

"Ye~~Ye~~"

"I only memorized the last sentence when I read the book, and I forgot to go down, and asked if you knew. ”

"Grandpa~~You say~~" Wang Lanxi was about to cry and dried up, and his face was also red. The little ones went through this psychological test.

"I forgot the next sentence of 'if no one knows.'" ”

"Unless you do. Wang Li seems to have become a bystander to this matter, and his thinking is unusually clear. Wang Lanxi is a Hanlin child, of course, he also reads often, of course he can answer this sentence.

But his fragile heart immediately understood that his grandfather must have meant something when he said this.

Sure enough, Wang Zhufeng provoked Lan Xi's hand with a rattan, "Papapa~~" The three dull sounds seemed to have entered the flesh. And it was hit on the dead pork, because Lan Xi bit his lip tightly, and he didn't say a word, only tears slipped silently.

When the rattan was hit rapidly, Wang Li's heart beat in pain, and the expression on his face was also extremely painful, as if it was hit in the palm of his hand.

It's a sign of empathy. Wang Li's synaesthesia began to awaken, and he was able to translate what he saw into various feelings in the human body. When he saw people slaughtering chickens and fish, his body was like a knife cutting a sword. That's why he doesn't eat much meat, and sometimes he feels like he's eating his own meat.

If you want to become a saint, you must understand the joys and sorrows of all things in the world.

Wang Li didn't care, because he didn't know that this kind of resonance with all things was only him.

"It's good to know. Wang Zhufeng's face was still indifferent, as if what he was doing now was not as memorable as the person concerned. Wang Li had never been so afraid of his senior brother.

Is he the reincarnation of Hades? This is what Wang Li really thinks. At this time, this Hades was approaching him step by step.

"Senior brother?" Obviously it was his senior brother, Wang Li still asked in a puzzled tone.

"Hmm. ”

"I was wrong!"

"Are you wrong?" asked Wang Zhufeng, who seemed to know it.

"I shouldn't have run out of the house without permission. Wang Li's face was neither panicked nor afraid, and his steps did not panic and retreat, some were just in danger, like Kong Rong when he made pears, like Zhuge Ke, who wrote "Zhuge Jin's donkey". There is a kind of age-appropriate bearing that is very bold.

Wang Zhufeng was also stunned for a moment, feeling that the master who left the Yunlong Mountain Shadow Gate seven years ago had returned. A kind of astonishment, a kind of astonishment, regarded a child who was only seven years old as a master who was more than a thousand years old.

Wang Li consciously stretched out his right hand, because it was this hand that was beaten every time. Wang Zhufeng, who came back to his senses, did not hit this right hand, not that he did not hit this Wang Li, but he did not hit this right hand.

Zhu Feng picked up Wang Li's left hand, and he also hit it three times, which hurt very much. It's like the kind of pain that hit Wang Lanxi's hand.

Wang Li didn't say anything, and he also bit his lip.

In the future, Wang Li understood the law of his brother's big hand, as long as he hit his right hand on time and lightly, like a feather duster dusting off the dust on the table, if he hit his left hand, he would definitely leave no room.

Of course, when I beat Wang Lanxi's lobby brother, I hit my left hand lightly and hit my right hand hard. Not for anything else, just because he's left-handed. If you hurt your hand, it's a chance for someone else to be lazy.

Plop~~ Wang Zhufeng actually knelt down facing his wife, holding a rattan stick in both hands. "Master, when the master was leaving, I asked me to educate my junior brother well, but I didn't expect him to learn such a thief's trick as picking locks today. ”

"Okay!" although the master said yes, but the senior brother raised his hands above his head and threw the rattan stick to the corner of the wall, leaning on the corner of the wall, and it took root and sprouted at once, and the goose yellow young leaves stretched out in the sobbing of Lanxi, and when the leaves were dark green, the once smooth bark bloomed out of a light purple bud like a bell lantern, which was actually wisteria.

The house was immediately filled with the smell of nothingness.

"Don't kneel, you're all grandfathers. Unlocking isn't a big deal, and your master did a lot of ridiculous things when he was young. There's a lot going on in the shadow gate, so you'd better go back first. After the old woman finished speaking, she ignored Wang Zhufeng's existence, and pulled the two little babies into her arms.

"Don't blame him, he's doing it for your good. He has also been beaten a lot, and this is no longer a talent. The old woman took an emerald green ring from the root of her fat white finger, and there was an ink-colored ring in it, shaped like a black jiao. In the hands of the two of them, there were only a few gentle strokes, and a coolness washed away the pain through the skin.

It seems that the pain from before was just a fantasy of their imagination.

Since then, Wang Zhufeng has never locked Xiao Wang Li in the house again, because the lock has no meaning to a person who can open the lock without a key.

(Hello, thanks for reading.) I'm embarrassed to add some irrelevant things to this article.,That's the origin of Wang Lanxi's name.,He should be from the fire word generation.,I miscalculated the generation when I wrote the last chapter.,So I made up a paragraph in it.。 Let's justify it. Thank you again for reading.

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