Cheng Jun looked at the backs of the two of them, looking indifferent.

He was actually wondering why he didn't do anything just now, but just watched them leave? He had always acted thoughtfully on the one hand, and on the other hand, he had a clear distinction between likes and dislikes. Those who like it can do anything, and those who don't like it can also be disposed of casually, and there is no mercy at all.

But the father and son just now obviously aroused Cheng Jun's disgust, and his cultivation was not enough to make him scruple, but he gently let it go, and the subtle psychology in this, even Cheng Jun himself, is a little strange.

Is it because they are members of the Cheng family?

This thought flooded up, but it was even more inexplicable. What and what? What's wrong with the surname Cheng? In his previous life, he killed people like hemp, and how many Zhao Qian, Sun and Li he killed, and it was not that he did not have the surname Cheng. He doesn't have any special feelings about his own surname, because he doesn't remember where he came from at all, he only knows that he has been surnamed Cheng since he can remember. If it was changed, it was somewhat unaccustomed to it, so it was not changed, and it was kept as a random codename, and that's it.

Could it be that when you are old, you will be soft-hearted in an inexplicable place?

Looking back at the inner hall, there was a large white cloth hanging at the door, and his eyes were full of snow white, which pierced his eyes. He involuntarily rubbed his eyes, as if he wanted to rub something out that obstructed his vision, and then straightened his righteous crown, straightened his robe, and strode in.

I was going to go in and sneak a peek and leave, but I don't know what subtle psychology made him enter this door head-on and generously.

In the hall is a standard mourning hall with coffins parked on top of it and platoons arranged. The air smelled of incense, but the incense burner was extinguished, the ground was sprinkled with incense ashes, and the surroundings were more chaotic and filthy than he thought, as if they had been ransacked.

Cheng Jun frowned, feeling very uncomfortable in his heart, he didn't imagine it should be like this. raised his head and glanced at the spiritual position above, which was written "Daomen Cheng Zhezhi's coffin". It stands to reason that if there is a family background, it should be written more formally, but obviously this spiritual position is very brief now, and there is no place of origin, and it does not reflect the identity of Cheng Zhe's family.

Cheng Jun stood quietly for a while, his thoughts stopped for a moment, and hundreds of thoughts seemed to erupt, but it seemed to be a blank space. It took him a long time to come to his senses. According to reason, out of respect for the deceased, people who enter and leave the mourning hall should also bow down, and Cheng Jun didn't care about saluting a deceased, but he still didn't move, because he didn't know what etiquette to meet.

It's so quiet here.

What about people, and what about the filial sons who keep the spirits?

Cheng Jun became more and more annoyed, after entering the Cheng Mansion, he wanted to lose his temper not once or twice, it seemed that the cultivation cultivated in nine hundred years had been thrown away. Turning from the coffin in a hurry, he stopped abruptly.

I saw a corner of white clothes behind the coffin. Cheng Jun walked over and saw Cheng Zheng.

He saw Cheng Zheng, but Cheng Zheng didn't see him. Because Cheng Zheng was already unconscious, he fell to the ground leaning on the corpse. I saw that he was still in the same clothes, but even more worn, his expression was more haggard than the last time in the field, his eyes were closed, and his teeth were clenched tightly, because he bit so tightly that a trace of blood even overflowed from the corners of his mouth.

Cheng Jun looked at him so directly for the first time, stared at his appearance for a long time, and sighed softly. Slowly crouch down and catch his pulse.

Sure enough, he was so angry and depressed that he fell unconscious. And judging from his pulse, he should indeed have suffered serious internal injuries, his qi and blood had long been lost, and his body had also been left with dark wounds. A certain string in Cheng Jun's heart rippled slightly, and that unprecedented feeling appeared again.

Perhaps, I saw a situation that was too similar to my previous life.

One person says he is like himself, two people say he is like himself, everyone says he is like himself, Cheng Jun is always suspicious, and even curious, there is also a little resistance, this is his self-esteem - Cheng Jun has only one in the world, and one is enough. Even one more shadow is redundant.

Until that day, when he saw Cheng Zheng for the first time in the wilderness, Cheng Jun was surprised by his haggardness, and he also found his own shadow in him, but he still wouldn't admit that others were like himself.

When he saw Cheng Zheng again today, Cheng Jun finally admitted that he was indeed too similar, not the current him, but the same person as himself in his previous life.

Especially Cheng Zheng fell to the ground, stubbornly barely maintaining his pride, but after all, he was full of despair, which reminded Cheng Jun of the self who escaped from the pear orchard, his talent was ruined, and he stood alone between heaven and earth, full of grief and indignation. At that time, he was probably the same expression. Now that he has built a successful foundation, everything is going well, and he should be radiant, and he is no longer so similar to this young man, and it is a matter of course.

Things in the world are always so wonderful, I thought that the past self had completely disappeared, why would God let him see his image for another moment?

Maybe it's fate.

Cheng Jun took out a vermilion pill and wanted to feed him. But the young man's teeth were clenched so tightly that he couldn't open them, Cheng Jun pressed lightly on his cheek, Cheng Zheng's mouth opened slightly, and he had already sent the pill in. The elixir melts in your mouth and runs down your throat.

Standing in front of him, seeing his expression soften, his breathing gradually stabilized, and his face gradually turned back, Cheng Jun suddenly felt an impulse in his heart. This impulse had already wandered in his mind hundreds of times, but each time he stubbornly abandoned it. From the bottom of his heart, he avoided and even feared this choice.

But now that the impulse came, Cheng Jun couldn't control himself, stretched out his finger and bit it, and a drop of blood appeared on his fingertip - in fact, he still had many ways to make himself bleed, but he subconsciously used the action of biting.

With a flick of his fingers, beads of blood flew out and disappeared into Cheng Zheng's forehead.

Cheng Jun slowly sensed the fusion of his bloodline and Cheng Zheng, every point of fit, and when his face became even paler, he sat on the table, and his fingers slowly buckled in.

Blood relation.

The results of the blood test clearly showed that the results were reasonable. The person in front of him is Cheng Jun's direct relative.

Cheng Jun sat on the chair, his face was confused, there was no joy of meeting flesh and blood, and there was no unexpected shock. There was only a sense of confusion at a loss.

It's a strange feeling to be overwhelmed.

If it was a genuine teenager, who was originally alone, he suddenly knew that he still had a loved one alive, and he was naturally very happy. But Cheng Jun is no longer a child, he is not even an ordinary old man, he is a great monk who has gone through several eons, several times of enlightenment, and is close to the way of heaven.

In his hundreds of years of life, he never knew what his kinship was, he had always been free, and no one could be his fetters. He had no relatives other than his wife, and he did not have any desire for family affection.

Perhaps, when he was a teenager, when he was helpless and drifting, he once longed for blood closeness, but when he called to no avail, he had already given up, and because of his ruthless surname, he easily threw away these entanglements. Since then, family affection has never caused him any trouble. After so many years of cultivation, I dare not say that I am too forgetful, but it has also worn away his touching tentacles, and the feelings of his youth have long been forgotten by him, even if he is reborn and returns, it has not aroused his true feelings.

Then, when God brought the blood relatives who had disappeared in his previous life to him all at once, how could he face it?

As soon as he thought of this, Cheng Jun felt a chill, those feelings of joy and sorrow did not apply to him, never!

Say it, say something...... At this moment, Cheng Zheng's body moved, and his eyes seemed to open a slit.

Cheng Jun turned his head and looked at him, an impulse flashed in his heart - as long as he woke up and said a word to himself, then recognize him, say something, say it well, say it well...... Cheng Zheng groaned and tilted his head. After all, he didn't wake up.

It was God who didn't let him recognize him, and it wasn't his fault. Cheng Jun gritted his teeth and explained to himself, his palms were full of sweat.

Temporarily turning his gaze away, Cheng Jun's gaze stayed on the coffin placed in the middle of the mourning hall.

Right...... If Cheng Zheng is his brother, then the person who stopped in the coffin is ...... Cheng Jun's eyes widened, staring at the coffin, as if he wanted to see through the appearance of the person lying inside, he wanted to rush over, open the coffin lid, and see the situation inside, but his body was firmly on the chair, and he couldn't move a finger. He couldn't see his own expression, but he knew that his expression must have been more hideous than ever.

That man...... was implicated and killed by Cheng Zheng. Because of the demons that Cheng Zheng provoked, that person died tragically.

But why did Cheng Zheng make a feud with demons?

In Luzhou, it was the demons who blocked Cheng Zheng's way, and the reason why they wanted to stop Cheng Zheng was because they admitted their mistake and because they ...... It's because of Cheng Jun.

Fear, fear...... Cheng Jun didn't know that he still had the feeling of fear, and that feeling made him sick to his stomach and wanted to vomit. Almost without hesitation, he stood up and fled out of the mourning hall as if he were fleeing for his life, and he didn't know what force could drive him to run so fast. When he came to his senses, he was already standing in the open courtyard.

Standing in the courtyard, Cheng Jun turned his head and looked at the still snow-white mourning hall, only to feel a burst of pain in his chest, it was a tearing pain, he bent down and didn't stand up straight for a long time.

The wind blows, and there is a slight coolness on the cheeks, like the feeling of water vapor in the wind. What is that? Cheng Jun once again showed a confused look, this feeling was so unfamiliar that he didn't know what was going on at all.

What now? Go back?

Where to go back?

Cheng Jun looked up at the mourning hall and wanted to enter it again, but there seemed to be a high wall and a moat in front of him, separating the distance from each other.

In what capacity am I going to go in?

He asked himself.

Now is not the time to go in, I'm going to calm down.

It's better to kill some people first. This will allow you to calm down quickly.

Who should you kill?

What is the name of the guy who offered Cheng Yu a reward of 1,000 spirit stones?

Kill him first.

Cheng Jun made up his mind, his eyes slowly cleared, he slowly turned his head and glanced at the mourning hall - I will leave first, and when I come back, it must be when I can face this matter calmly.

At that time, maybe I ...... I'm not coming back as a stranger

(To be continued)