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In a dense forest surrounded by peaks, a row of more than a dozen buildings sits, and this is where Wenfeng Pavilion is located.

Wenfeng Pavilion, at first glance, thought it was a luxury restaurant in the downtown area, but in fact, it was a quiet place located among the peaks.

There is no doubt about one thing, that is, several buildings here do not look ornate and unusual on the outside, but anyone who has been there is shocked by the flashy precipitation.

The people who can enter here are by no means ordinary people, and being able to shock such a type of person is enough to show the extraordinaryness of Wenfeng Pavilion, the seemingly mottled appearance, its brick by brick, grass and tree, everywhere exudes a precipitation of time.

I don't know who built this secluded place, when it was built, and those who have been there only know that it is idle all year round, and only a hunchbacked old man lives here alone.

This old man, from the appearance of the specific age, but is extremely old, the whole back is bent close to ninety degrees, standing with ordinary people, but just up to the waist.

Dressed in a dark gray robe, it seems to have been deliberately modified according to his curved figure, and the pulp is a little white, this person's figure is shriveled, and his arms are extremely long, perhaps because of the bending of his body, so those arms seem a little uncoordinated. He was slow to move, but if he looked closely, he would find that the old man was very regular and serious in everything he walked or did. Even the most common thing like sweeping the floor seems to have a special flavor when he does it.

An old face, but with a pair of extremely bright eyes, only people who have reached a certain level can see the extraordinary in it, as if there are many years flowing in it.

Today, there will be a unique gathering here, where the three major families of the dynasty, as well as the younger generation of the various forces in Qilin City, will gather here to hold a triennial event.

As usual, the old man swept away the fallen leaves between the buildings early, and then returned to the courtyard, resting on a mottled chaise longue, next to a stove with tea.

One person, one chair, one table, one stove, one pot and one cup, accompanied the old man through I don't know how many years, and every seemingly ordinary utensil that can no longer be ordinary has an extraordinary charm.

Soon, there were people carrying these various objects, entering the Wenfeng Pavilion from the side door, and a closer look showed that these people all had a good realm, and their actions were just right, and they were constantly carrying all kinds of ingredients and utensils used in the party.

It is not difficult to see that many of them are from the Maison's dedicated chefs and pastry chefs.

Because these people all entered through the side door, they did not meet the old man, and, judging from the actions of everyone, it was obvious that someone had greeted him in advance, so it was as if they could avoid the old man.

It's just that these people are extremely cautious in their movements, as if they are worried about disturbing someone.

Until noon, the atmosphere of the entire Wenfeng Pavilion began to tense, and the old man on the recliner did not seem to move, but from time to time there would be a slight fluctuation, lingering around the old man's body, and at the same time, there was more than one breath that resonated with it in the air.

Obviously, there were a lot of high-ranking people present in the dark, but there was no righteous and bright walk-in, and the old man obviously found the other party, but he didn't make any moves.

The faint resonance between the two sides is a kind of respect for the old man from beyond the air.

"Uncle Fang, stop!"

Outside the courtyard, there was a voice, apparently someone had arrived at Wenfeng Pavilion, no matter what the consideration, the movement of the person who came seemed extremely weak.

Not long after, a group of more than a dozen people entered the courtyard, led by a woman, who looked about thirty years old, with a slender and delicate face, fair and ruddy skin, a pair of big eyes revealing a sense of stability and wisdom, green silk hanging low, purple gauze fog cage, perfect set off a chic charm.

They were followed by a man and a woman, who looked about the same size as the woman in the lead, and were just as charming and poignant.

If Gu Yan is again, I am afraid that he will have a different emotion, the once immature brother and sister are now middle-aged, and there have been changes in both bearing and appearance.

Behind the two of them was a group of seventeen or eighteen-year-old boys and girls, all dressed gorgeously and brightly, and on their faces, they could faintly find a little charm of the man.

It's just that this group of immature young boys and girls, even if the elders have repeatedly instructed them to behave modestly, humbly and politely when they enter the Wenfeng Pavilion, but at this moment, this group of little guys has already forgotten these instructions, with a natural sense of arrogance and superiority on their faces, and they point out to each other, revealing a ridicule that is extremely inconsistent with their age from time to time.

"What a place, it's not as good as where my slaves live!" a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl shrugged her delicate nose, her little hands kept fanning in front of her nose, and she said with a look of disgust.

"Yes, I don't know what Daddy thinks, I wouldn't have participated if I had known!" another girl continued.

"Hey, I've heard that this place is extraordinary for a long time, and I've finally looked forward to today, and finally had the opportunity to participate, but I didn't expect ......," another teenager sighed.

"Shut up!"

The woman in the lead obviously heard this, and with a cold look on her face, she rebuked in a low voice.

The man behind him and the other woman, of course, also heard this discussion, and their faces were not good, and they glanced at the old man who seemed to be asleep not far away, and hid the displeasure on their faces.

I have to say that the prestige of the leading woman is extremely high, and under some angry reprimands, although these young girls are still unwilling in their hearts, they dare not refute it.

"Juniors Fang Ziling, Fang Jun, Fang Xiaodie, have seen their predecessors!"

When they were one step away from the old man, everyone stopped, and under the leadership of the leading woman, they all bowed to the old man on the recliner.

Even the group of little ones behind the three of them, seeing the elders saluting so solemnly, did not dare to make another salute and saluted together.

Of course, this group of little guys is not so peaceful, their actions are not so standardized when they salute, and they secretly look up at the old man in front of them, with a lot of disrespect on their faces.

"Smack!"

Suddenly, there was a crisp sound from the group of little ones, and the young man who had been disrespectful before, and who was still muttering in his mouth when he saluted, covered his face, lowered his head in horror, and his lips moved but could not make a sound.

"Thank you seniors for disciplining you!"

The leading woman didn't dare to show any abnormality when the junior was taught, and said sincerely apologetic.

"Let's go inside!"

The old man still closed his eyes, and his shriveled lips moved, allowing the group to enter.

"Juniors retire!"

The three of Fang Ziling's sisters and brothers saluted again, and then walked towards the building behind the old man.

As for the group of juniors behind him, they are a lot more well-behaved at the moment, and when they pass by the old man, they all dare not come out of the atmosphere, and they flee like the wind.

It wasn't until they entered the building that the invisible coercion disappeared, and in just a few dozen breaths, a junior seemed to have experienced a big war, and the cold sweat soaked their backs, and they were all frightened.

At this moment, everyone remembered the advice of the elders before leaving, obviously, the old man who seemed to be old was actually a top master.

This kind of feeling, even in their own father, the juniors have never felt it, perhaps, the breath of their own ancestors is a little close.

Although a group of juniors are arrogant, they are not completely ignorant and confused, and if they can't see the stakes at this moment, they will be in vain as the children of the family.

"Father, I ......"

The young man who had been taught a lesson felt a kind of fear at this moment, and walked up to Fang Jun with a look of horror, as if he had something to say.

"Ping'er, it's right to know that you're afraid, I tell you on weekdays that there are people outside the world and mountains outside the mountains, but you just don't listen!

Fang Jun didn't blame his son too much, but gave him some encouragement.

At this moment, Fang Jun, looking at Fang Yunping in front of him, suddenly remembered the same stubborn young man back then, faintly similar to his son, who was not afraid of heaven and earth.

It's just that, in Fang Jun's opinion, his son is far less talented than that young man, "If he is still alive, what realm should he be!"

"Brother, you ...... I think of him again!"

Hearing Fang Jun's exclamation, Fang Xiaodie on the side seemed to have a sense, and said with a look of reminiscence on her face.

"Well, haven't you forgotten him for so many years!"

Fang Jun looked at Fang Xiaodie in front of him, his most beloved sister, touched her head with a look of heartache and concern, and said in a low tone.

"I can't forget it, it's just a dream after all!"

When she said this, Fang Xiaodie's face clearly had a look of loss and anticipation, and her eyes seemed to be caught in an endless deep pool.

"Auntie, father, who is that person you are talking about?

I don't know how Fang Yunping heard the conversation between the two, and came between the two with an interested face, looked at Fang Xiaodie with a strange expression, and said with a look at Fang Jun.

"Adults talk, children interject!"

Fang Jun's face sank, and he scolded in a low voice.

"Brother, children are just curious, don't always murder them!" Fang Xiaodie protected Fang Yunping behind her with a look of affection, and said in a defensive manner.

"You haven't seen the person we are talking about, your father and I were about the same age as you are now, if that person is still alive now, it will definitely be amazing to the world!" Fang Xiaodie said with a look of nostalgia and softness, touching Fang Yunping's head.

"That is...... That man is dead!"

"Shut up!"

For some reason, when Fang Yunping said that Gu Yan was dead, Fang Jun seemed particularly difficult to accept, and the grievances suddenly erupted invisibly, and even Fang Xiaodie on the side was taken aback, looking at Fang Jun with a puzzled expression.

"It's hard to say whether he died or not, after all, we haven't had any definite news since then, perhaps...... Bad people may live for a thousand years......"

Fang Jun realized that his emotions were abnormal, and he couldn't help but explain.

From this, you can see Fang Jun's ardent expectation and nostalgia.

"Maybe...... I'll see him again soon...... Where's my uncle!"

Fang Yunping thought about it and said, whether it is comforting or childlike, in short, it is in a good heart, although Fang Jun disagreed, he was also a little moved, patted his son's head, smiled and did not speak.

However, I am afraid that Fang Jun and Fang Xiaodie were killed and did not expect that their son's joking words would become a reality in the near future.

It wasn't until Fang Ziling beckoned the two of them to go upstairs that the two of them came to their senses and left the juniors.

Such gatherings, they can only maintain in secret, and will not participate in them.