"Didn't you leave any clues?" Yan Shuyuan lifted the quilt and stood up.

"Stayed, it's a pen."

Ge Mingyi said, and took out a pen from the belongings he brought over.

When I saw that pen, my heart chuckled, the shape and breath of this piece are very similar to the brushes in the hands of our inheritors who carved the monument.

Even Zhang Wanmo and Yan Shuyuan looked at me with a tacit understanding.

"What's wrong?" Ge Mingyi also discovered that the atmosphere in the room was wrong.

"It's okay, the meal is here, let's go out and talk while eating." Just as Du Ai came back with food at this time, Yan Shuyuan interrupted Ge Mingyi to continue asking, and walked out of the door first.

I also followed, and when I passed by Ge Mingyi, I once again clearly saw the appearance of the brush, the tip of the brush was already a little forked, and it could be seen that it had been used for a long time, and there were still a few blood stains on the pen.

Ge Mingyi also sat down at the dining table, and the brush was placed in his hand.

"Before my master died, he handed me this brush, and I was thinking about how to make my master a ghost cultivator, and I didn't think about going to find that ghost to take revenge, and now that my master is gone, I must find it, and then let it go to ashes!"

I was slowly stuffing the food into my mouth, and when I heard Ge Mingyi's words, I thought of something.

At that time, in order to allow Jiang Ke to be reincarnated like a normal ghost, in a hurry, he agreed to the ghost to catch the terrible ghost who escaped from the eighteenth layer of hell.

That ghost also said a word, saying that that thing has some relationship with me?

Combined with the matter of Master Ge Mingyi, I guess that this powerful ghost, like me, should be the inheritor of the inscription.

"I'm going to go back to my grandfather." For the inscription, my memory is only the inheritance of craftsmanship, to know the identity of the inheritors of the past generations, I can only go back and ask my master You Sheng.

"No, Xiaoxing! It's only been a long time since school started, let's take a leave or two, and now you're actually going to take a long vacation? Even if the principal agrees, I don't think the dean will agree. Zhang Wanmo went from being surprised at the beginning to drooping his head in the back, and his voice became smaller and smaller.

When it comes to the teaching director, I think he may also think of Jiang Ke.

Since Jiang Ke's death, the teaching director has looked at us even more unpleasantly.

"Zhang Wanmo, do you still have to go to school?" Ge Mingyi took a bite of rice and raised his head, there was still a grain of rice on the corner of his mouth.

"yes, it's fun to go to school!"

It seems that Ge Mingyi, like Zhang Wanmo, was taught by the elders in his own family and did not go to school.

"So, can I go to school?" Ge Mingyi looked at Zhang Wanmo pitifully.

"This ....." where can Zhang Wanmo be this master, he still relied on Yan Shuyuan to go to school, "It depends on Young Master Yan." He smiled wryly.

"Going to school is a small thing." Yan Shuyuan wiped his mouth with a tissue, and continued to say the next words, "In this way, if Chen Xing goes back, you don't have to follow, the principal and the dean of teaching will be handed over to you, help us ask for a leave, Ge Mingyi will be with you." ”

It seems that Yan Shuyuan wants the teaching director's anger to be borne by Zhang Wanmo.

"Isn't it!" Zhang Wanmo wailed, looking at Yan Shuyuan in a daze, doubting his ruthlessness.

"Amo~" At this end, Ge Mingyi began to be coquettish.

Although he is not very smart, he also knows that as long as Zhang Wanmo agrees to come down, he can go to school just like us.

"Okay, okay." Zhang Wanmo surrendered helplessly, "Okay, I'll solve it at the school, so how long are you going to go?" ”

"I don't know." How do I know, and whether I can find my master when I go back is unknown.

"Then how long will I have to give you a top!" Although Yan Shuyuan and Zhang Wanmo both turned over halfway, the teacher at the bottom of the study would not say anything.

The key is that I was admitted as a serious child, and I asked for leave one after another, and there would be no teacher to give me a good face.

I can now imagine Zhang Wanmo's anger when he faced the black faces of the teachers of various subjects.

"Thank you for your hard work." Yan Shuyuan just patted Zhang Wanmo on the shoulder, and then asked Du Ai to deal with Ge Mingyi's schooling.

Ge Mingyi was excited, and Zhang Wanmo was in pain.

Yan Shuyuan and I ate and left the county.

He didn't let Du Ai follow this time, and drove his own car.

I didn't go back to my grandmother's house this time, I was originally back to do errands, I didn't want to face my second aunt again, so I went directly to Uncle Liao's small courtyard with Yan Shuyuan.

Uncle Liao is still the same, either fishing or digging medicinal herbs.

I thought about it for a while, and I was going to let Yan Shuyuan wait for me here at Uncle Liao's place, and I went to the mountain alone, in the small room where I received the inheritance.

Let's see if my master is there, although the possibility of being there is very small, but what if.

Yan Shuyuan disagreed at first, afraid that something would happen to me.

"Now that they have all arrived at our territory, if any outsiders come over, the villagers will monitor their every move, let alone hurt us juniors."

At my repeated insistence, Yan Shuyuan agreed.

When I walked this road up the mountain again, I felt a lot of emotions in my heart.

Every grave outside the house is a legacy.

It wasn't until I walked to the tombstone I had carved myself, stood for a while, and then entered the house.

Although the house has not been inhabited for a long time, it is still clean, at most there is only some dust, it seems that my master has not returned.

Just as I was about to leave, I suddenly saw a man in black standing next to the grave.

It was already the depths of winter, but he was only wearing a thin pair of long-sleeved trousers, and a pair of black cloth shoes on his feet.

His face was pale, his eyes were so bright, that when he stared at me, it was as if he were being watched by an eagle.

"You are?"

I watched him take a step back and retreat to the door, feeling 120,000 on guard.

In this place, the people in the village will not come up, which means that this person is not from the village, and it is not certain whether he is a living person or not.

"Yousheng is here?" With a gentle smile on his face, he asked like a friend my master hadn't seen in years.

"No, what's the matter with you?"

"Passing by, I want to catch up with him." When he heard my answer, he began to look around, looking nostalgic, and then walked over to the grave I had dug for himself, and picked up the red cloth with his hand.

"What are you doing?" I thought he was going to take the red cloth off and took a step forward to stop him.

"Chen Xing, is that your name?"