The cemetery in the night is silent and very cold, and you can faintly see the light blue light floating around.

Wuling has never been to the cemetery at night.

The cool autumn breeze gently blew on his body, making Wu Ling's body shiver. Wu Ling suddenly felt that the cemetery at night was more "angry" than during the day, and he always felt that there was something around, watching their family in a dark corner.

With his parents by his side, Wu Ling didn't feel afraid.

Wu Xuan explained to Wu Ling: "There is an elder in the back mountain who is the guardian of the palace. He'll send you to the Inverted Hanging Mountain. ”

Jiang Minyue, who was walking behind Wu Ling, saw that Wu Sha only said one sentence and then had no follow-up, so he couldn't wait to pinch his waist.

Jiang Minyue said angrily: "Wu Sha, you just say such a thing to your son, don't you tell your son about the uncle? Aren't you afraid that your son will anger the uncle? Uncle's temper, you don't know it!"

Wu Sha did not refute Jiang Minyue, nor did he listen to his wife, and then explained to Wu Ling.

He is not worried about getting along.

Because he believes in Wuling.

Jiang Minyue sighed helplessly, so she had to introduce Wuling in person, and said: "Uncle is the guardian of our Wuwang Mansion, according to the generation, it should be your grandfather's previous generation, who has been living in the back mountain of the cemetery. This is also the reason why people in the palace are not allowed to approach the mountain behind the cemetery at will. ”

Jiang Minyue's words solved Wuling's doubts for many years.

The mountain behind the cemetery has always been a forbidden place in the Wuwang Mansion.

Wu Ling has never been in it since he was a child.

Jiang Minyue said: "Uncle's name, your father and I don't know, when we meet someone, you can call him old man." The uncle's temper is a bit eccentric, and he rarely speaks except for things that interest him, but he is absolutely reliable. After you get along with him, just say anything straight. Besides, the uncle's swordsmanship is very powerful, you can try to ask him for advice. Your father has half of the swordsmanship, and he learned it from him. ”

"Swordsmanship is very good?"

Wu Ling looked forward to this guardian of the Martial Prince's Mansion.

Having a master of swordsmanship with him can make his trip to the Hanging Mountain a lot safer, and it can also allow him to learn more things.

Jiang Minyue carried the lantern and said as she walked: "There is also a departure from the palace, my father and mother are not here, remember to take care of yourself." If you don't meddle in your business, don't care. If you really want to take care of it, then don't be reasonable, just do it, and solve it quickly. Anyone who meddles in matters and reasones with others when he goes out is a fool. If reasoning is useful, others will still have your turn to meddle in your affairs, who won't talk about reasoning?

Seeing Jiang Minyue holding the lantern in front of her face, as if she was afraid that people would not be able to see her inquiring eyes, how dare Wu Ling disagree, and said with a sneer: "Mother, I know!"

"Know what?"

Jiang Minyue's questioning came as scheduled.

Wu Ling blurted out, "It's none of your business, hang high, don't play tricks on the stage, and play tricks in secret." ”

For this kind of questioning, Wu Ling has long been handy.

"Don't think that if you wear a mask, you don't know what you think. ”

Jiang Minyue put down the lantern and moved it to Wuling's feet, her voice was less passionate than just now, "You young people, you have a high spirit, you always want to promote good and eliminate evil, be happy and enmity, be the hero of the world, and want to take care of everything." When the road is uneven, draw a knife to help. In fact, the stunned young man who has no ability to do this is what he does. But whoever has the ability, standing there, without saying a word, the enemy will give in and flee. And those with a little brain, are behind the scenes, allowing those who have the ability to help. ”

"My mother told you this, just to tell you that saving others is your own first. ”

Wu Ling listened in silence and did not respond.

It's not that he succumbed to his mother's majesty, but that this is true.

Jiang Minyue continued: "I know that you young people are not used to listening to your parents' nagging. But in addition to the point of 'saving others first and saving yourself first', my mother also wants to tell you that there is a good side to the world and a bad side, no matter what, don't be disappointed in the world!"

The pace at Wuling's feet couldn't help but pause, and he didn't understand why Jiang Minyue said this.

Things in the world are good and bad coexist, what is there to be disappointed about?

Jiang Minyue looked up at her husband in front of her, accentuated her tone, and said, "The last point is, when you practice swords in the future, remember not to be like your father when you play swords, be indecisive." ”

Wu Ling understood, and deliberately raised his voice a little louder, "Mother, I will definitely remember it." ”

However, no matter what his wife and children behind him said, Wu Sha, who was walking in front in the dark, was silent.

Indecisive with the sword?

Wu Sha made a slap and sneered in his heart.

No one in the world has ever seen his sword shattered.

Is it really because of his indecision?

Never!

It's the world that is too disappointing to deserve such a sword.

Wu Sha subconsciously wanted to take out the wine jug and take a sip of wine, but before he could make a move, he was stopped by Jiang Minyue.

Jiang Minyue couldn't help but get angry when she saw that Wu was like breaking wood, and she didn't let go of a single fart. She quickened the pace of her feet, stepped forward and stepped on Wu Sha's heels on her toes, gritted her teeth and said, "Wu Sha, this is the end of your life!"

Wu Ling raised his head, looking at Wu Shatter, who was walking in front in silence with a complicated mood.

Jiang Minyue turned back to Wu Ling and said, "Red-clothed, you must remember that if a young man's sword lacks high spirit, then his sword must be terrible." ”

Jiang Minyue and Wu Sha are childhood sweethearts.

Since the first time she saw Wu Sha practicing swords, Jiang Minyue had never picked up a sword again. Because Jiang Minyue felt that with such a sword in the world, it didn't matter if she practiced the sword or not.

Jiang Minyue's words are not all about trying to get her husband Wu to pick up the sword again, but also her own views on the sword.

Although she didn't practice swords again when she was very young, Jiang Minyue has always had her own opinions about swords.

In her opinion, a swordsman, if he is lifeless, will be numb and lack of change when he comes out of the sword, and only if he has the fearless spirit of directing the country, he can do his best to play the sword.

Jiang Minyue's "spirited" expression when she spoke made Wu Ling a little surprised.

Is this still his mother-in-law who only has a little bit of life in his eyes?

The contrast between Wu Minyue's silence and Jiang Minyue's demeanor when he talked about the sword made Wu Ling have the illusion that Jiang Minyue was the one who knew how to swords.

Now Wu Ling can be sure of his mother's words "Your father fell in love with me first".

When Wuling was full of thoughts, the family had already passed through the silent cemetery and climbed to the top of the back mountain.

"Xiao Sha, I said a long time ago, if Xiao Yueyue has been practicing swords, she will not be inferior to you. ”

A voice pulled Wu Ling back from his thoughts.

"Anyone?"

Wu Ling suddenly raised his head and found that there was a steep cliff in front of him, and the road had come to an end.

The cliff wall is not very high, and in the faint but ethereal light of the crescent, the top can be seen at a glance.

There, standing, a man of average stature.

The mask on his face immediately attracted Wu Ling, who was also wearing a mask.

The shroud of night was like putting a mask on it, so that Wu Ling couldn't see what kind of mask it was.

"I've seen Uncle!"

Jiang Minyue saluted.

Seeing this, Wu Ling didn't stop, followed the salute, and said, "I've seen the old man!"

Wu Xuan, who had been silent all the way, stopped and stood there, without saluting or speaking.

After the salute, Wu Ling found that the people on the top of the mountain had come down from the top of the cliff and stood in front of his family.

Only then did Wu Ling see clearly that the person in front of him was wearing a bronze mask in the shape of a palm, which looked like a slap with five fingers open and vertical sticking to his face and grabbing his face.

Wu Ling looked at the cold fingers of the bronze mask, only to see a pair of deep eyes looking at him under the mask.

The careful Wuling also found that the hands of the person who came were as white as jade, and his skin was more tender than that of a woman, not at all like a pair of hands of a generation older than his grandfather.

This was simply unexpected by Wu Ling.

His grandfather, Wu Xuance, is seventy-one years old this year, and the people of the previous generation are estimated to have already gone to 90 years old.

And the person in front of him, judging from the visible hands and thick black hair on the outside, even if he said that he was of the same generation, Wu Ling did not doubt it at all.

The eyes under the mask only stayed on Wu Ling for a while, and then turned to the cemetery under the mountain.

Chen Dou was not a member of the martial arts.

The reason why he is guarding the tomb here is that a long time ago, he lost a bet.

He lost to a woman.

Originally, he promised to keep it for thirty years, and then find a grave keeper, and he could leave, but Chen Dou did not do so.

Chen Dou looked at the maple tree in the center of the cemetery whose leaves slowly turned red in autumn.

A woman once told Chen Dou that her favorite was the maple tree. So after the woman died, Chen Dou planted a maple tree for her.

That's the one in front of you.

Beneath the maple tree, the bones of a woman, buried one hundred and one years ago, the same age as the maple tree.

Chen Dou retracted his gaze and said, "Your family, if you don't have anything to say, then let's go!"

I don't know if I was afraid of seeing the sorrow of parting, Chen Dou followed a path and walked down first.

Chen Dou walked slowly, just as he did when he came.

It's just that compared to the present, when I was empty-handed, there seemed to be a ......

A corpse.

The evening breeze blew at this time, carrying the red maple leaves flying one by one.

Chen Dou folded a branch of a weed, patted his palms back and forth with the branches, and sighed and sang softly as he walked: "A thousand autumn moons, eternal sorrow, a cup of wine spilled on the grave, who is old and worry-free, who sees a beautiful woman with a white head." ”

After Chen Dou walked into the path, the top of the mountain suddenly became quiet.

Jiang Minyue, who was originally going to talk about everything, suddenly felt that there was nothing to say at this moment. With tears in her eyes, she choked up and said, "Remember to protect yourself! If you can't go on, go home." ”

Wu Ling gave his mother a hug and said, "Mother, you also have to pay more attention to your body." ”

Wu Sha turned around and said to Wu Ling: "Go down this road, it is the west of the city gate, and your grandfather has already prepared the carriage there." ”

Wu Ling nodded and said, "Dad, drink less wine in the future! ”

Wu Ling took two steps back and waved his hand to Wu Shatter and the two.

Before he was about to turn around and leave, Wu Ling plucked up his courage and said what he hadn't said, "Dad, although I don't know what you've been through, I think that no matter what you go through, the sword heart of a true swordsman is unyielding. ”

"I hope that the next time we meet, our father and son can have a competition!"

Wu Ling waited for a while, but he didn't wait for the answer he wanted.

Wu Ling took a deep breath, glanced at his parents, turned around resolutely, and walked briskly into the dark path in front of him.

Compared with Chen Dou before, Wuling walked very fast.

He was afraid that if he walked slowly, he would not be able to catch up with Chen Dou.

Jiang Minyue stared at Wu Ling's disappearing figure with tears in her eyes, and said weakly: "Wu Xuan, you just let your son go?"

Wu Sha's expression did not change at all, and he said, "He will be eighteen years old in a few days!"

Wu Sha seemed to answer the question, but Jiang Minyue, as his wife, could still understand what he meant.

Indeed, every child will have a day when they will be free from the protection of their parents.

But Jiang Minyue was still reluctant.

Jiang Minyue said worriedly: "Even if Dad finds thirteen carriages to go to various places at the same time as cover, he will definitely not be able to hide it for long." And the route you drew for your son on the map is to pass through Fufeng Town. That place has been full of strange things in recent years, and you don't know it. Even if there is an uncle, my son is wearing a red dress!"

The news of Zhao Fengya's accession to the throne came from the Zhao family, and the news received by the Wuwang Mansion and the temple should be almost the same.

Wucheng is one south and one north from the new capital Changling, separated by more than 800 miles, after this day, the temple is estimated to have secretly made a lot of wills at this moment, just waiting for the reaction of the Wuwang Mansion. And in Wuwang's Mansion, there must be someone from the temple, and the matter of Wuling's departure is destined to not be hidden for long.

Wu Sha looked up at the sky and said, "You underestimate our son too much!"

Wu Sha couldn't help but think of the day when Wu Ling picked up the sword for the first time, when it was snowing heavily, and Wu Ling was only two years old. A child who walks with a fart, but picks up an iron sword that is taller than himself.

In the snow, the child dragged his sword with great difficulty, and rushed to the snowman in the snow with anger in his eyes, and pierced the snowman with a sword.

Wu Sha still clearly remembers that the reason why Wu Ling was angry at that time was because Wu Ling asked him to move the snowman into the house, and he didn't do it.

Today's Wuling looks like a defenseless scholar, but Wu Sha knows that there is an evil Jiao hidden in the deepest part of Wuling's heart.

It's just that when this evil dragon will raise its head, no one knows.

This is where Wu Sha is not worried about Wu Ling's trip to the Hanging Mountain, and it is also the place where Wu Sha is most worried.