Two fast horses and a carriage quickly passed through Dayi Town and headed straight for Jincheng.

On the carriage, Yang Qing looked at Yunluo's red face and the appearance of non-contemplation, tried his best to make himself appear more friendly, and snorted, "The taste of love." ”

The crimson quickly spread to the root of his ear, and Yunluo hurriedly denied it, "What did Uncle Yang say?" Nothing. ”

Yang Qing smiled and remained silent again, although he wanted to try his best to replace Brother Ling to play the role of a father and take care of Yunluo, but he was really not good at it.

After a long silence, Yunluo also felt a little depressed, lifted the side curtains, and looked at the flowers and plants beside the road, people coming and going.

The young martial artist Wen Liang walked slowly in the group.

The people of Qingxi Jianchi were calm and leisurely when they came, but in the end, they suffered heavy losses and gloomy clouds.

After Chai Yupu arrived this morning, he hurriedly took all the people of Jianchi and quickly rushed back to Qingxi Jianchi, so that they could walk back by themselves, and at this moment, there were only these familiar martial artists in the team.

So, there is even some lightness and joy in this team.

As soon as he heard the news, he looked at the head of Chai and his party who were far away, and asked his master in surprise, his master picked up a cup of tea and told him that this trip to Shu had suffered heavy losses, and it was difficult to guarantee that there was an abnormal movement in the sword pool after the news was transmitted, and the head of Chai was in a hurry to go back to take care of the overall situation.

At that time, Wen Liang looked at the master who was sitting upright, and finally felt a trace of superior demeanor.

The sound of horses' hooves sounded from behind him, causing Wen Liang to look sideways, huh, isn't the one wearing the mask the particularly handsome person from Sixiang Mountain? What is the tiger called?

There was also a carriage behind him, and a head on the carriage stretched out slightly, and when Wen Liang saw that face clearly, he couldn't help but cry out in surprise, "Yun Shaoxia, Yun Shaoxia!"

Hearing this very Jianghu title, Yunluo followed the voice in surprise, a round-faced young man was blushing, waving his arms and shouting at him, he couldn't help but smile at the young man.

Wen Liang saw Yun Luo smiling at him, and shouted even louder: "Yun Shaoxia, my name is Wen Liang!"

Yunluo gave him a thumbs up, then slowly lowered the curtains and repeated it a few times, "Good name." ”

Yang Qing was silent, such a scene, and a scene that was many times crazier than this, before, he and Brother Ling had experienced it before, thinking of Brother Ling, he felt a little lost in his heart.

The cool master was walking at the end of the line, but he hurriedly ran over and covered his mouth and scolded, "Don't die!"

Wen Liang struggled to pull away Master's hand and protested in a low voice, "Yun Shaoxia is not that kind of person!"

His master's face was ruthless, and he was about to knock a chestnut on his head, but he didn't dare to speak, for fear that the sword fairy would fly in and cut off his apprentice's head.

Wen Liang's neck shrank, and he continued to walk indignantly, but his heart blossomed, Yun Shaoxia was smiling at me, haha.

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In Jincheng, in Cen Wuxin's small courtyard, only Fu Lin and Cao Ye came.

Cen Wuxin went to Nancheng's Speech Hall, and now that he is in the first place, he has a lot of affairs to do.

In addition, in last night's incident, a great contribution was made, and now the White Horse Gang can even be said to have an official background, reformulating some order, and distributing some benefits, not to mention, the streamlining and elimination within the gang, and the rectification of the atmosphere are naturally indispensable.

In the courtyard, Fu Lin looked at the bronze mirror on the table, and always felt uncomfortable, so he came to Cao Ye, "Help me see, has your beard been shaved clean?"

Cao Yelai couldn't cry or laugh, "Senior brother, it's the fourth time, and I'm not calling you to go on a blind date." ”

Fu Lin glared at him, and Cao Yelai cried and laughed: "You still think it's your sloppy appearance a few days ago, what else can be dirty when you are clean these days." ”

Fu Lin's momentum was discharged, "Isn't the senior brother coming here this week, can we be more prepared as senior brothers?"

Cao Yelai said angrily: "Senior brother, although you are also a talent, and a lot of Yunying's unmarried girls chased you back then, but you have to see who you compare with, Zhou Mo's face, is that a human being?"

Fu Lin knocked a chestnut over, "What nonsense! Hurry in and change clothes, it's time to go." ”

Cao Yelai naturally avoided that chestnut, but who made him his senior brother, so he had to walk into the house with a long sigh and a sigh, and picked up the new clothes that Fu Lin ordered Cen Wuxin to buy and put them on.

Hey, I'm not feeling good.

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The carriage stopped at the gate of the old courtyard, Wen Wei looked at the courtyard gate, and sighed silently, after today, I have to move the place again, or will I live directly in the Prime Minister's Mansion?

Yan Jinghan, who was temporarily acting as a coachman, jumped down first, and followed Yang Qing to get off the carriage with Yunluo.

Yunluo looked at the familiar courtyard wall, not too surprised, when he saw that it was Grandpa Wen who brought Yang Qing to save him, he already had a guess about the identity of his master.

In his heart, at this moment, there is more of an irrepressible excitement, which is not only like being more timid about homesickness, but also like the tension before the truth is revealed.

Yang Qing gently patted him on the shoulder.

Zhou Mo's mask covered all his expressions, but those gentle eyes that were as bright as stars shone brightly.

As the five people stood still, Wen Wei stepped forward, pushed open the courtyard door, and walked in first.

Then he stood inside the door and led them in, one by one.

In the courtyard, only Xun Yu, Fu Lin, and Cao Ye came, Jiang Yan did not come, and he was presiding over the purge after the new king ascended the throne.

Like the torrential rain that falls from the heavenly river, some of the dirt of the city is washed into the sewers, and every time it is cleansed, there will be a little more clarity.

Of course, this requires excellent political wisdom and skill, so that we can peel back the cocoon and sort it out clearly.

Fortunately, there is Jiang Yan.

The three people who were originally sitting had already gotten up, and with a slight wave of Xun Yu, a small world was instantly laid down, enveloping all the words and movements here.

When Zhou Mo, who was walking in the front, saw the two faces in front of him, he couldn't help but tremble slightly, he gently took off his mask and looked at the two senior brothers who had been separated for a long time.

Fu Lin and Cao Yelai walked up to him, their voices a little hoarse and choked, and slowly saluted him, "Senior Brother Zhou." ”

Zhou Mo suddenly had an urge to cry loudly, and Shengsheng suppressed this impulse and turned it into a voice, "Long time no see." ”

Cao Yelai suddenly smiled and said, "Look, senior brother, I won." ”

How to look at the smile and how reluctant.

Zhou Mo looked at him suspiciously, and Cao Yelai hurriedly explained, "Before you came, I made a bet with my senior brother, what did you say in the first sentence when you met, and the senior brother said that he would ask us how we were doing, and so on, I said that with Senior Brother Zhou's full-fledged and hypocritical character, he would definitely say something like not seeing each other for a long time." ”

Zhou Mo said slowly: "Congratulations to Senior Brother Cao for finally winning Senior Brother Fu once. ”

In one sentence, the memories of the three of them were brought back to the days when they were on Sixiang Mountain, and Zhou Mo's tears suddenly rolled down, "Two senior brothers, Sixiang Mountain...... Nope. ”

Fu Lin silently grabbed Zhou Mo and Cao Yelai's shoulders, and the three of them wrapped their shoulders in a circle, bowing their heads and being silent, and everyone in the courtyard looked gloomy when they heard this.

After a while, the three of them raised their heads and walked towards everyone.

In the middle of the standing just now, a little water stain can be faintly seen.

Xun Yu first nodded and smiled at Zhou Mo, and then looked at the wild goose behind him, "Suiyun, I've suffered you all these years." ”

Yan Suiyun, whose original name was Yan Suiyun, smiled in surprise and saluted respectfully towards Xun Yu, "Yan Suiyun has seen Uncle Xun. ”

Get out of the way, Xun Yu first looked at Yang Qing, and then looked at Yunluo, "Stinky boy, don't you know how to call people?"

Yunluo looked at the old man in front of him, originally in his heart, he was his own master, teaching himself to read and write, teaching himself to behave in the world, teaching himself martial arts, and teaching himself to practice, an ordinary old man who is worthy of his trust and gratitude for a lifetime.

However, he knew that he was the prime minister of Shu, the reign of the dynasty, the father of the country, and the top three in the world at the peak of the Eight Realms.

In the end, he is still his grandfather?

Yunluo stepped forward, knelt down on both knees, and turned all his respect and gratitude into three solid ringing heads.

"See you in the clouds...... Master. ”

After all, I still couldn't call out the affectionate grandfather.

Xun Yu sighed secretly, gently helped him up, and then greeted Yang Qing, "Why, this stupid boy doesn't call people, and you don't call people anymore?"

Yan Jinghan and the others secretly laughed, and Uncle Xun could still cure this cold and arrogant white-clothed sword immortal.

Yang Qing looked at Xun Yu's gray hair, and unconsciously, the omnipotent and omniscient Uncle Xun in his memory was already drooping and old, thinking of all these years, thinking of Yunluo, Yang Qing arched his hands and bowed respectfully, "Yang Qing has seen Uncle Xun." ”

Xun Yu leaned back in satisfaction, pulled Yunluo to his side, and waved his hand, "You guys talk to each other first." ”

Yang Qing actually walked over first and said to Fu Lin: "Brother Fu, it's been a long time. ”

As the commander of the rune battalion under Ling Qingyun who was the most resistant to death, Fu Lin's status in Yang Qing's heart was really not low.

Fu Lin also hurriedly returned the salute, looked at the few people beside him, and sighed, "I really didn't expect that we would meet again." ”

Yang Qing responded calmly, "There are also many people missing." ”

Everyone's eyes looked at Yunluo tacitly, thinking in their hearts, especially the most core person.

Xun Yu was about to chat with Yunluo for a few words, but when he saw the eyes of these people, he said angrily: "It's all stuffy gourds, and they won't talk for a while." ”

got up and pulled Yunluo to walk towards a room first, Wen Wei smiled and stretched out his hand to take it, "A few people, this way." ”

On the road, Cao Yelai walked beside Fu Lin, Fu Lin said lightly facing forward, "I remember what you said when you first saw me a few days ago, I haven't seen you for a long time, how can you say it?"

Zhou Mo and Yan snickered in shock.

Cao Yelai's footsteps faltered, and then he followed with a wry smile, Senior brother, don't take you to be so black-bellied and hold grudges.

Not long after, when several people stood in the extremely hidden secret room and saw the portraits hanging behind the two tablets in front of them, several middle-aged men burst into tears for a moment.

For many years, the appearance that only appeared in sleep and imagination appeared so vividly in front of me.

However, what is even more sad is that they are really gone after all, and they are gone forever.

Yunluo stared blankly at the figures on the two portraits, the male was tall and handsome, standing with his hands in his hands, and his elegant appearance actually revealed a kind of domineering attitude that looked at all directions; the female face was beautiful, her demeanor was natural, and she stood quietly, as if she was looking at the person looking at the portrait, and her eyebrows and eyes were full of gentle smiles.

Is this your own parents?

"These are your parents. Xun Yu slowly stepped forward and lit a stick of incense, and walked towards Yunluo, "Go and give them a stick of incense that has been late for more than ten years." ”

Yunluo subconsciously took it, looking at the two portraits with a little distraction.

He stepped forward slowly, steadily inserted the incense into the censer with both hands, and then knelt on the futon, knocking down three pious kowtows each.

But he really couldn't feel too much sadness in his heart, everything came too quickly and too suddenly.

More than ten years of lonely life has made his heart more sentimental at the moment.

Sentimental about such an excellent person, such an outstanding person, how could fate be so unfair, let them die young, and they were left with thoughts in vain.

Yunluo's emotions were naturally seen by Xun Yu and Wen Wei, the two looked at each other, and they both sighed in their hearts, Wen Wei's eyes seemed to be comforting Xun Yu, don't worry, take your time, let the child slow down.

Then Yang Qing and the others also incensed Ling Qingyun and his wife one by one.

The green smoke curled, and the time seemed to be reversed back to those years, and the familiar figure in front of him was speaking the words that were still fresh in his ear.

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In the early morning after a big battle, the three of them walked out of the tent and came to a hill next to the battlefield, looking at the rising sun in the wilderness, he shook the wine jug in his hand, "Xiaoqing, take a sip?"

He shook his head, and his sister-in-law gently twisted his waist on the side.

He said weakly: "Shake your head, how can the Great Sword Immortal not drink." After thinking about it, he sighed again, and poured it himself, "Forget it, then you should try to be the first Great Sword Immortal who doesn't drink." ”

After drinking, he began to instruct his swordsmanship, and he was knocked to the ground, and looking up, he was bathed in the sun, like a god.

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When he woke up from the bed covered in injuries, he opened his eyes and saw Ling Shuai's concerned eyes, stopping his thoughts of struggling to get up and salute, he put on a straight face, "My fault, I won't put you in such a dangerous situation in the future, and you don't have to fight too hard." ”

He looked into his eyes, sincere and sincere, "Fu Lin, remember, on this road, one less person dies, it is a great thing." ”

I silently looked at his back as he slowly left, and only later did I know that he was more seriously injured than himself that day.

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"Suiyun, you have to work hard, if you don't work hard like this, when will you be able to catch up with your two brothers?"

He looked at himself with a smile on his face as he patrolled the camp.

"What's the matter, I'm working hard, mainly because Brother Peifeng is too powerful, and Brother Piercing Rain is also amazing. ”

He pretended to be serious, "That's because you haven't worked hard enough, you have to get up earlier than them and go to bed later than them." ”

He muttered, "Then you might as well teach me a few tricks." ”

Without thinking about it, he smiled and said, "Okay, I'll teach you a few tricks another day." ”

It was those few tricks that saved his life in the last battle of the escape.

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"You're Mr. Mist's apprentice?"

"That's right. ”

He quietly hugged himself aside and whispered: "Come on, practice hard, I'm optimistic about you, turn around and surpass your senior brother, and frustrate his sharpness, I've long seen him unpleasant!"

He squinted his eyes, "Who are you?"

He wasn't angry either, and smiled, "I'm a good person." ”

Later, when I understood it, I didn't understand, why don't good people live long?

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Zhou Mo had no direct contact with Ling Qingyun and his wife, but those stories were already familiar and yearning for them.

He looked at the green smoke rising from the secret room, no one knew where the smoke would go, the green smoke burned out, only a section of curled incense ash fell all over the bottom of the furnace, and when the wind blew, he could smell the smell of longing.

It's windy in this secret room.