The waste well is cold, and the barren garden is dewy.

Standing on the left side of the courtyard, Jing Zhidao glanced at the well on the ground, which was covered with things that could not be said to be rust or moss, and he looked into the well again, and saw himself reflected in the goosebumps.

I also died soon, before I died, I could see Jingwen enter the Xuanji Holy Land with my own eyes, but I didn't live up to the trust of the king's corpse sister, and I didn't forget to fulfill the edict of the Jing ancestor.

As for whether Jingwen can restore Zhuoguo, Lao Dao actually has no bottom in his heart.

The Ancestral Spirit's edict only vaguely indicated that "the opportunity for the restoration of the Jing clan lies in the Xuanji Array Sect", and the who, when, and how many percent of the Jing clan can be sure that the Jing clan can be restored, the ancestral spirit did not elaborate.

Therefore, he only hopes that Jing Wen can live well, continue the bloodline of the king corpse of the Jing family, and let future generations do this difficult thing.

This child has a high talent for learning sacrificial techniques since he was a child, but because the aura of heaven and earth in this Xingji is abnormal, it is not suitable for sacrificial arts, so he cannot confirm the results of sacrificial arts;

She turned to learn the art of the king, although she is not very good at power schemes, but in the end she is also conscientious and very diligent;

However, in the end, she couldn't even see the last of Sister Wang's sister and brother-in-law......

My niece, she has a bad fate.

After a long time, the old man's long white beard trembled slightly, and a breath grew from between his mouth and nose, mixed into the smoke, rain and cold dew of this Nanfu County, and sighed:

"Things are ever-changing, and people are ever-changing. If it is to remain unchanged, the loess cover ......"

……

In Ningtong City, Chen Xiaozhen stroked the scroll with both hands, closed her eyes and felt the rhubarb on the ground that had grown up with her since she was a child, and the past was constantly retraced in her mind.

Sixteen years ago, it was only eleven or twelve inches in size, and it often stuck behind itself and followed out of the door, looking like a tiger's head, chasing bees and catching butterflies;

Nine years ago, it had been beaten and bruised in the middle of the night, but it still bit the thief's thigh with all its might, squeezing out whimpering and roaring from between its tightly closed teeth, looking heroic;

Two years ago, it began to droop and get old, its coat was dull, its skin was loose, and it had to sleep for many hours a day, but when it was facing itself, its tail would still swing hard, and it looked like it couldn't stop me......

Chen Xiaozhen was sad, and the corners of her eyes were moist again.

"There seems to be a person in the house, do you want to go in?"

Le Xun took a peek from the window, and saw a man sitting on the edge of the bed, standing still, but he was afraid that it would be more auspicious, so he turned around and asked the little junior brother.

"Let me ask the master here," Zhang Xu closed his eyes and communicated in his heart about the scroll that was far away in Ning Tongcheng, "There seems to be someone in the house, but do you want to go in and have a look?" ”

When Chen Xiaozhen heard this, she bit her lip lightly, was stunned for a long time, and did not speak.

"Ah Zhen, what did Daochang Zhang ask you?"

Seeing that the woman beside him refused to answer for a long time, the shopkeeper gently touched the back of his hand, but saw the latter withdraw his hand in a panic.

"Someone? How so? It couldn't be ......."

Chen Xiaozhen muttered this in surprise.

"What are these words? Don't you still have your father at home? ”

Chen Acong on the side scratched his head and asked.

"My father, huh...... How could he be at home? I'm afraid I'd have died in a wine store a long time ago. After all, Chen Jingrong is the reincarnation of a wine fairy. ”

Referring to her father, Chen Xiaozhen's wording gradually became fierce from the beginning of the teasing:

"Whenever this man wakes up from drinking, he will find my mother and grab a few copper coins to sell wine.

"Since I was sensible, he has never paid attention to family affairs, living in the smell of alcohol all day long, and occasionally drunkenly writing bullshit articles.

"Later, my mother died of illness, and Chen Jingrong actually sold the only hosta that my mother brought from her mother's house as a dowry, heh! I heard from the villagers that he got a month and a half of wine money! For three years, he did not return home.

"Only rhubarb is left at home to live with me for three years! ……”

Chen Xiaozhen was so angry that she trembled like chaff, and vented all the deep hatred and pain that she had suppressed for her father for several years.

"Please open the door and take a look, if it is really Chen Jingrong, please help me throw him out of the room, this person is not worthy of sitting in this house!"

Suddenly, as if she had made up her mind, she spoke again.

“…… In that case, I'll open the door and take a look. ”

Zhang Xu nodded at Xiao Nizi, who used the qi machine to seep through the crack in the door and gently pull the plugged latch open.

"Squeak-"

Le Xun pushed the door in, and Zhang Xu followed.

Both of them saw a middle-aged man sitting beside the bed, whose body was also covered with a layer of gold and stone, glowing gray and black.

[Chen Jingrong's body: 51 years old, he died of severe "rust disease", and he was addicted to alcohol......]

"Knowing Blessing and Fit" was launched, and the teenager successfully got some information.

The girl on the side didn't have such a convenient supernatural power, so she could only release a trace of qi and disappear into the figurines.

This person is a close relative of Chen Xiaozhen, right? The aura emanating from her body was very similar to hers.

Le Xun was so secretly thinking in his heart, and was about to speak, but he heard the young man say with a qi machine:

"This person should be Chen Xiaozhen's biological father, but he doesn't care about his family and is hated by his daughter."

Yes? How is that......

Le Xun bowed his head silently, but he didn't expect a father who didn't care about his family to end up at home.

I wonder how he managed to do it? It stands to reason that a man will become a figurine in the middle of the road......

Zhang Xu also couldn't figure this out, and paced around the room to check.

Excluding the bed that the middle-aged man leaned on, there was only a table covered with a bronze mirror, a low table for reading and writing, and a futon.

Le Xun suddenly saw the figure that the middle-aged man had turned into, although he looked very painful when he was dying, but his hand reached into his arms, as if he was holding something tightly.