"How vast is the heavens and the earth, and how far the world is! How majestic the world is! ”

"Jianyue really can't stay in peace and enjoy a happy land like his father."

"Ask my father to indulge and practice again!"

"Father, take care!"

As soon as the words were finished, Chu Jian turned around and strode away.

I could only hear a long, helpless sigh behind me.

My heart was sour, but I couldn't help but didn't look back.

The old plain head stared at his son's back in a daze, and his heart fluctuated.

Is this the blood flowing in my amateur boy's body......

Ancestor, is this the pride inherited from you......

Suddenly, the old plain-headed ghost made a divine opening to stop his son.

"Practice!"

Chu Jianyue was stunned for a moment, and his steps stopped.

Turning back in confusion.

But I saw the old plain head in his hand, I don't know when he was holding a folding fan tightly.

"It's time for this fan to reach your hand."

Chu Jianyue frowned.

Before he could react, Lao Sutou got up on crutches.

Three steps and two steps, and walked like the wind to his son.

The movements are extremely flexible.

There is no trace of the former lame and rickety posture.

Cautiously, he stuffed the folding fan into his son's arms.

Then it turned back into the house like a wisp of fresh air.

With a "snap", the door closed.

Chu Jian lowered his head and looked at it intently, and couldn't help but be slightly surprised.

The official iron fan bone is indestructible.

Nephrite is the handle, white and shiny.

The fan surface made of high-quality brocade silk has long been yellowed.

But the handwriting on it is still legible.

After a careful look, Chu Jianyue's heart suddenly rose a trace of enlightenment.

Carefully fold the fan and put it in your arms.

And then he didn't stay and walked away.

The old plain head in the room, standing on crutches in front of the ancestral tablet.

He lowered his head with three pillars of incense, and his lips moved.

"The Confucian fan has been hidden in this house for a whole thousand years."

"It has been protected by the heads of the family for generations."

"Finally, in my generation, I was born......"

"Ancestor, unfilial piety for hundreds of generations, Sun Chengliang violated the ancestral teachings today."

"If you see it in heaven, then send this damnation to the old man......

"It's just Ancestor, did you see it in the sky?"

"My unsuccessful son, at that moment, is very much like you in the folk story......"

"How vast is the heavens and the earth, and how far the world is! How majestic the world is! ”

"This is the world in your eyes, son......"

"The path you have chosen is very difficult, take care!"

The old plain head bowed his head and prayed silently.

I don't know why.

He suddenly stopped resenting this son who had been away from home for ten years.

……

The top of the mountain.

The little Taoist priest sat quietly under the tree.

watched Chu Jianyue and his entourage leave in a carriage.

Suddenly, he looked at the sky, as if he was talking to himself.

"In this world, don't mess up too early."

Fingers brushed the little head of the child in his arms, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

"Wu Zhi has just been born."

……

Chu Jianyue said goodbye to his father.

Straight out of the village.

On the way, he just said hello to the surrounding villagers and didn't say much.

Walk to the carriage.

Looking at the Ming Wang couple who had been waiting here for a long time, he was slightly surprised.

"Lord, princess, you ......"

King Ming shook his head indifferently.

"State affairs are important, so it is inconvenient to delay more."

After saying a word, he took his wife and got into the car first.

Then his eyes gestured to Chu Jianyue.

Chu Jianyue couldn't say anything.

Although I wonder why the other party came down the mountain so quickly.

But he's not a nosy man.

The hand salute invited King Ming to get into the car first, and he got into the car last.

Holding the wheel, he took one last look at the village and the direction of the Su family's old house.

Urging the horse to leave, kicking up smoke and dust all the way.

In the car.

Princess Ruan Ying, the princess of Ming who was over forty years old and pregnant, glared at her husband with disgust.

met the innocent eyes of the other party, angry and funny.

"Do you know what you just did?"

"No matter how young that young man is, he is still the only surviving disciple of the Chen Zhangjiao."

"Now that he is sitting alone, his position is already secure."

"Aren't you offending the entire Puritanism by giving him a cold face at this time?"

King Ming stared at his wife's eyes for a long time, with a slight sneer on the corner of his mouth.

"When Chen Zhangjiao was still alive, I might still be in awe of that small square inch."

"But he is a weak-crowned young man who has no power to restrain the chicken."

"The decline of Taoism is out of control."

"What's more, there is no Buddhism in the country in Dong Zhou, what is the use of his only remaining branch?"

"It's just a street rat who doesn't dare to go out of the mountain."

"I have been fighting horses all my life, and I have covered the whole country."

"Why deign to ask that little boy for Taoism?"

Ruan Ying gritted her teeth hatefully.

"Before my father left, he ordered me to bring you here to ask for Taoist inheritance."

"How can you make this stinky temper hurt now?"

"When my father comes home and asks in time, how should I reply?"

King Ming frowned slightly.

"It's okay to say it directly, the old father-in-law already knows my temperament."

"Since you taught me to come, you should have thought that there would be such an end."

"And now there is a great calamity."

"On that day, the old father-in-law left the country to meet the appointment of an old friend and did not return for ten years, and I don't know that when he returned home, my life was still there."

Ruan Ying punched King Ming in the chest, and said angrily.

"If you say that again, don't even think about going to my bed when you get home!"

King Ming smiled and was about to beg for mercy.

Pupils constricted.

Suddenly, I heard the sound of breaking the sky in my ears.

Shot like electricity, leaning out of the south window.

Two fingers and one clip.

brazenly grabbed a piece of stuff shot from the air, and burst into his mouth.

"Where is the thief, the hidden arrow hurts people!?"

Twenty miles outside Qingzhu Village, among the mountains and forests.

A thunderclap echoed through the empty forest.

"I heard that there is a Ming King in Dongzhou, who is the first person to carry the martial arts of a small country."

"I don't know if I dare to go out and fight?"

King Ming withdrew his hand.

He looked at a severed branch in his hand.

With a wave of air, the branches shattered into powder in the blink of an eye.

"Practice, stop!"

Chu Jianyue, who was standing on the side of the wheel, immediately stopped the horse when he heard the words.

The carriage came to a sharp stop and leaned forward, and it looked like it was about to turn over.

Mingwang, who was in the car, stepped on it heavily.

Like a huge force.

The carriage came to a steady stop.

Although Chu Jianyue is a literati who is not familiar with martial arts, he has also seen the world.

Just now, he had been driving the car while looking down at the Confucian fan.

Hearing the provocative words coming from the high ground on the south side, he came back to his senses.

Realized that someone was sneaking up.

King Ming unhurriedly picked up a piece of charcoal from the stove in the car.

Replaced the hand stove with charcoal for his wife.

Then he smiled at Madame.

"Don't worry, it's just a small night."

The body moved lightly, and the curtain rolled up.

He vanished like the wind.

Ruan Ying frowned suspiciously and thought about it.

Raise the curtain and look at the high ground on the south side.

I don't know if it's a delusion or what.

She actually felt that the voice of the dark arrow hurting people was somewhat familiar, and she murmured.

"Probably not......

King Ming's body is like a meteor, and his toes are on the ground.

Every step is three or five feet away.

The old trees on both sides were left behind him, and they jumped dozens of feet away from the ground.

Step up to the top of the hill and dip your hands out from behind.

He pulled out a long sword with a sheath from his neat robe.

This long knife given by the first emperor is called Daxue.

King Ming never left.

Even this time I went out on a visit with my wife.

It is still carried with me at all times.