Panting, several people combined together failed to catch up with Su Qi'er, and the latter didn't seem to have used all his strength, of course, the former Wei Zigeng had not used his mysterious and treacherous light skills.

"Okay, you Su beggar, the light work is really good, the little woman admires, admires it so much." Wei Ziqing hunched his waist and said weakly.

Back in the ruined temple, several people found that there was rice paper everywhere on the ground, and the writing on it was dense, Su Qi'er picked up the scattered paper in a panic and stuffed it under the dry grass where he slept.

"I'll just say why did you ask me for a rice paper brush some time ago, it turned out that I was secretly practicing calligraphy."

Wei Zigeng smiled and looked away from the pile of dry grass, restraining his curiosity from thinking about those things.

"Su Qi'er, do you want to go into the city, our Jianghu Inn can arrange a place for you to live, and you don't need to spend money, how about it?"

Wei Ziqing looked at the withered grass all over the ground, and she couldn't bear it. She's an extremely kind girl, and although she's usually smug, she doesn't say anything about her friends.

"No need, I'm idle and wild, I'm used to living here, let me suddenly sleep on a soft bed, and I'm not used to covering cotton."

Su Qi'er smiled and refused the kindness, in fact, this was not the first time to talk about this matter, but he refused. Wei Zigeng thought about it carefully, it seemed that Su Qi'er had never entered Yuzhou City, even if he was close.

Yuyu Tower, the top floor of this world-famous immortal blessed land, there is a young man in white, with a green silk only held by a white jade hairpin, a few strands of long hair hanging down from his sideburns, his face is like a crown of jade, and his lips are as thin as carvings, he is an extremely handsome man.

At this moment, he was half-squinting, leaning back in his seat, with a little dust on his white clothes, and in front of him was a chessboard, and there was an endgame on the chessboard, and white was already at a disadvantage.

"Smack."

A white chess piece landed on the chessboard out of thin air, and the young man slowly opened his eyes when he heard the sound of the falling piece, these eyes seemed to be as clear as water, as if he could see through everything in the world, and the corners of his mouth raised the arc of a winner.

"Two years and one son, old thing, you let me wait."

The young man patted the dust off his body, twisted a chess piece from the chess box, and after thinking for a moment, he solemnly fell.

"The most important chess piece has come, and I have won this game."

The young man muttered to himself to the empty opposite, a white gas suspended in the air, and did not fall for a long time.

The young man slowly stood up, accompanied by a crackling sound of bones, and came to the observation deck, overlooking the entire city of Yuzhou.

"This game of chess, which has been played for 14 years, should be over."

"Smack."

On the chessboard behind him, the white son fell, the young man turned his head with interest, and with the falling piece, the situation of the whole chess game changed suddenly, and the white son found a breakthrough in the encirclement of the sunspot, and fought a bloody way.

"Death and life? It's just a routine of killing 800 enemies and losing 1,000 yourself. ”

The young man came to the chessboard and twisted a chess piece, this time with a delicate frown, and did not fall for a long time.

The ancestor of Yuyulou, Taixuan Zhenjun Lin Zhumao, the immortal realm above the first product.

In the evening, the three returned to Yuzhou City and parted ways at the gate of the Jianghu Inn, Zhou Ying lived in the inner city, and it took at least half an hour to walk from the inn to the inner city.

"The young shopkeeper, the big shopkeeper has something to look for you, and now I am waiting in the study."

The brother and sister glanced at each other, and they both saw doubts in each other's eyes, and the girl didn't ask much else, but just asked where Uncle Liu lived with the woman in red who came today.

"Brother, I'll go talk to the third aunt first."

Wei Zigeng nodded and knocked on the big shopkeeper's study.

Dressed in a dark color, the tall middle-aged man sat behind the big case, holding a geographical chronicle in his hand, and when he heard the sound of the door opening, the middle-aged man did not raise his head, but just stretched out his hand and motioned for the young shopkeeper to sit down.

"Daddy? Are you looking for me? ”

For the young shopkeeper, the prestige of the big shopkeeper is not high, and almost every person in the inn is coming to Wei Xian's name, and even Su Qi'er, who has traveled from south to north, has also said.

"Wei Xian, the big shopkeeper of the Jianghu Inn, this name is like thunder even in Lingzhou City, which is thousands of miles away."

Hearing the young man's inquiry, the middle-aged man put the geography in his hand together and looked up with a kind smile.

"Zi Geng, for my father, there is something that needs you to go to the rivers and lakes."

"Huh?"

It was like a thunderstorm on the flat ground that exploded in Wei Zigeng's heart, making the young man stunned in place, a little dazed.

The big shopkeeper was not surprised by his expression, and said with a smile: "You can see that woman today?" ”

The young man nodded, and the big shopkeeper continued: "She is right, she is indeed your mother's own sister, you and Ziqing's aunt, she ......"

Without waiting for the big shopkeeper to finish speaking, the young man interjected and said:

"Dad, can you tell me about my mother's parents? Ziqing and I have never asked for so many years, firstly, we have long regarded Aunt Juan as our mother, and secondly, we are afraid that you will not be able to let go of your father. ”

Looking at the firm eyes of the young shopkeeper in front of him, the big shopkeeper remembered the two spiritual seats engraved with "beloved son" and "beloved daughter", and he was in a trance, and then he came to his senses.

"Okay, I'll tell you about your mother."

Wei Xian personally poured a cup of tea for Wei Zigeng, the dim candle flame flickered in the room, and the father and son sat opposite each other and drank tea, which was the first time in fourteen years.

"Your mother, she is a very good woman, she was born in the Yan family of Zhangzhou, the contemporary Yan Sheng Gong is your old lady, in the early years she was trained as the orthodox heir of Confucianism because of her talent, she also lived up to expectations and became the most prestigious female bachelor in Wenlin at that time, and she traveled to the border pass, that year she saw the hardships of the people's livelihood She knew that reading could not change the status quo of the people, the barbarians invaded, burned, killed and looted, she had an empty stomach but said that she would not take the iron hooves of the plunderers, so she resolutely gave up reading. When Wenlin sighed that there was one less female bachelor, she changed to martial arts, she was sixteen years old that year, and a talented person was talented no matter what she did, one year into the country, three years into the middle four realms, becoming the youngest female sword cultivator in the world, flying swords cut all the injustices in the world, no one in the rivers and lakes did not admire this legendary female sword fairy, at the age of twenty-two she met your father, and then there were you. ”

Wei Xian took a sip of tea and looked at the bright moon outside the window, he seemed to have returned to that era, while Wei Zigeng kept frowning, trying to make up a specific image in his mind.

A flying sword was in front of him, and there was a woman standing on the spine of the sword, her face was somewhat similar to her sister, her eyebrows were a little red, her white clothes were fluttering, she was behind her with one hand, and she pinched the sword with the other, looking at the young man in front of her with a doting smile, and muttered in her mouth.

"Zigeng, you've grown up."

For the first time in so many years, this is the first time that the teenager has a specific image of his biological mother in his mind, and his thoughts are so great that he can't listen to the mistakes in his father's mouth.

The young man shook his head, collected his divergent thoughts, and turned to the middle-aged man.

"Dad, how did my mother die?"

The middle-aged man's expression remained unchanged and brought himself a cup of tea.

"I can't tell you this, it's up to you to go through the rivers and lakes on your own."

The young man stood up and said to the middle-aged man, his tone extremely firm.

"Dad, what do you need me to do?"

Without saying much nonsense, the middle-aged man took out a gray striped cloth bag, more than three feet long, from under the bookcase, and placed it in front of the young man.

The boy took the cloth bag, which contained three metal sticks and a scarlet spear tip.

"It's ......"

Looking at the long stick in front of him, the young man was speechless for a while. It's a spear.

"This gun is famous, your mother once joined the army, and this gun is what your mother once owned, and now it will be handed over to you."

Hearing this, the young man slowly stood up, holding the spear in his hand, and all kinds of thoughts surged in his heart, this was his mother's relic.

"Your aunt for something, left a natal text pen in Chang'an Zhenguo Temple, this thing is the first generation of Wen Sheng to depict the mountains and rivers veins, for the canonization of the mountains and rivers on the holy decree of the god of mountains and rivers, it is extremely important, you need to take it back."

"Mountains and rivers are right? Is there really a god in this world? ”

The middle-aged man heard the young man's question, and said with a smile: "The gods of the mountains and rivers are actually no different from the officials of the court, the emperors of the world rule the world, and the shores of the land, it is not the same as the king's ministers, and the spirits of the mountains are the same, they are attached to a certain feng shui treasure to practice, and the court only allows them to enjoy the incense offering of one party, otherwise there is no temple golden body, and over time they will dissipate by themselves, so they also need to have a court canonization to justify their name." ”

The boy nodded, and the blood-draining gun in his hand was particularly heavy.

The middle-aged shopkeeper took out two more cheats, one is the blood-draining gun book "Overlord Reloads Armor", and the other is a thread-bound book with a blue cover, and the cover is written with four words "Fragments of Tools".

"Zi Geng, with your talent, you will definitely be able to use that literary saint pen in less than three years."

The young man walked out of the room with the cheats and the blood-draining gun, and before going out, Wei Xian said to him:

"Your light skills have been able to save Ziqing."

Wei Zigeng, who had already stepped out of the door with one foot, burst into tears when he heard his father's words.

Seven years ago, the big shopkeeper let one of his sons and daughters practice martial arts, and his daughter readily agreed, but Wei Zigeng, who was the eldest son, didn't want to learn, he felt that it was good to be an idle young shopkeeper, and the big shopkeeper was just quite helpless, but he was not forced.

Later, the girl's talent in martial arts gradually showed, and in less than a year of martial arts, she had almost touched the threshold of the Sanpin Hidden Yuan Realm, and the three-foot Qingfeng was at ease in her hands.

In the spring of the following year, when the peach blossoms were in full bloom in the courtyard, the girl jumped up the branch to show her brother what she had learned, and tried to pluck the top one, but her feet slipped and fell from the branch. Originally, there shouldn't be any major problems, but a broken branch from nowhere pierced the wrist of the right hand, fortunately, Mr. Zhou's medical excellence, otherwise it would be difficult to preserve the right hand, which also became a hurdle in the hearts of Wei Xian and Mr. Zhou.

Now although Ziqing's right hand is no different from ordinary people, there is no possibility of picking up a sword, and she has completely given up the three-foot Qingfeng, which she once loved. Wei Zigeng, who witnessed his sister falling from a branch and knew that she would often take out the long sword hidden at the head of the bed late at night and keep wiping the sword body and could not do anything about it, has followed Ghost Xiaoer to practice light skills since then, just to one day be able to save the closest people around him in a crisis.

"I know, I already knew, but whenever I see Ziqing's ever-smiling face and her right hand that trembles from time to time, I can't forgive myself, she is my own sister, and I didn't protect her."

Just because I saw this world a moment before her, I was doomed, and I would always protect her.

The young man didn't stop after speaking, and the middle-aged man looked at the young man's back, full of thoughts.

"Damn, go find Zhou Fangru's old scholar to drink!"

When it was near, Wei Xian walked to the city with a pot of Guangjiu Ming Mansion just sent by the Jade Wine Factory, and beside him was Yan Xin, a beautiful and moving woman in red, who followed her to meet the old man who had been absent for a long time.

Zhou House, a three-entry compound, is extremely elegant, even in the downtown area is particularly quiet. There is a small pavilion on the right side of the courtyard, and people bring chairs and food and drinks, and this courtyard is rarely visited, so it is certainly a good friend who can let his husband prepare the food and drinks himself.

Seeing that Wei Xian brought Yan Xin to visit, the family did not have time to prepare wine and food, so he could only cook in person to entertain him.

The gentleman is far away from cooking, which is not applicable here in Fang Ru. He was a Jianghu man first, and then a scholar.

"Where's Zhou girl? Why don't you see her come out? After speaking, he turned his head to Yan Xin on the side and said: "Zhou Yatou and my unsuccessful son have a good impression of each other, but the two of them have not explained, so I am very embarrassed for his father." ”

When he heard that Wei Xian came to Zhou's house, the first thing he did was not to greet himself, but to introduce his daughter to Yan Xin, which was quite a headache, and he was not good at saying anything, what his daughter thought, when he was a father, he naturally knew.

"Zhou Ying is annotating the book that just arrived at the beginning of the year, which I originally did, but she has taken over this work since last autumn."

Mr. Zhou's bland explanation shocked Yan Xin, she was also from a Confucian family, and she knew how important it was to annotate books, but it was really okay to let a girl annotate this?

"Fang Ru, how old is my beloved daughter now?"

She and Zhou Fangru are old acquaintances, and they don't have too many worries when they speak.

"It's just over twenty-eight."

Wei Xian could hear Yan Xin's surprise, and said with a smile: "Don't look at Zhou Yatou's young age, but she is also quite famous in Wenlin, and the Dongwanyue in Jiangnan Province is Zhou Ying." ”

Yan Xin suddenly heard that she had heard of the only daughter of the Zhou family in Huainan when she was in Jiangnan Province, but she didn't take it too seriously after coming to Yuzhou, and now that she thinks about it, there may be another female bachelor in the literary world in the future.

"Thinking about it this way, my nephew is indeed not worthy of the only daughter of Confucianism."

Zhou Fangru was happy when he said this, and Wei Xian on the side also raised his head and laughed, and the three of them raised their glasses and drank the wine in the glass.

After three rounds of wine, Wei Xian put down his wine glass and said.

"I will let Zi Geng practice martial arts, there are some things I can't tell him, and I can't tell him, but this is disrespectful to him, he is still young, he should be allowed to go to the rivers and lakes, and some things should be let him know by himself."

With that, he took another drink.

"Yes...... He's your son, and you're ......."

The words were blocked in Yan Xin's throat, and he couldn't say anything. Knowing the inside story of that year, she was even a little ashamed when she saw Wei Xian.

"I will let Zi Geng get it back for you with your Wen Shengpen, Yongjue that old monk owes me a favor, Zhenguo Temple must pay it back, it is just right for Zi Geng to go."

Zhou Fangru drank very poorly, and after listening to the two of them talk so much, most of the wine also sobered up.

"Zi Geng, is he willing to practice martial arts?"

Wei Xian shook the wine jar, the altar was already bottoming out, he put it down with interest, and said with a smile:

"I can't protect him all the time, he always has to go out for a walk, and he always has to know something."

Zhou Fangru's eyes brightened a little, and the three of them chatted until late at night.

In the inner courtyard, in Zhou Ying's room, there is a stack of books on a quaint big case, which is a book sent by Jiangnan after the beginning of spring, which is regarded as a classic by a group of readers.

After making all the annotations, Zhou Ying stood up and stretched, and then skillfully pulled out a yellowed quaint thread-bound book from under the bookcase, with only one word on the cover.

"Qing".

Late at night, the candle flame in Wei Zigeng's room was flickering, and the young man spread out the gun spectrum, carefully reading and his own perception of the gun, and a smile frequently appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"The gunman, the overlord of the weapon, opens and closes, strong and powerful, the gun is like a white rainbow through the sun, like a dragon taking water, the extension of the hands and feet, an inch long and an inch strong......"

The true meaning of the gun in the book is unforgettable.

"You can go to Su Qi'er to practice tomorrow."