Changsun Qi was five years old at the time, which was the age of naughty mischief, and Emei swordsmanship was light and dexterous, and he was naturally active, very little patience, although Jing Zhuang taught hard, Changsun Qi's understanding was poor, and he blindly tried his best to play brute force, which was extremely slow to progress.

Suddenly three years have passed, this day Jingzhuang saw that the eldest Sun Qi practiced for a long time, and a move "Baiyun out of Xiu" was still not smooth, so he couldn't help but be angry, and said angrily: "Your father can be civil and martial, what will you do!"

Changsun Qi heard the master mention his father, he couldn't help but be stunned, over the years, whenever he asked about his father's whereabouts, the master always avoided answering, only looked sentimental, after a long time, he couldn't help but doubt in his heart, only that his father abandoned his master and master like those frivolous children in the book, he didn't dare to ask too fiercely, so as not to make the master sad, and now when he saw him mention his father, he couldn't help it anymore, and said: "Master, what about my father, don't want us anymore!"

Jing Zhuang looked at the vigorous heroism of the eldest grandson Qi Meiyu, and couldn't help but be in a trance, grabbed him and said: "Qi'er, your father, he, he was killed by bad people, you have to practice hard and avenge him in the future!"

Hearing this, Changsun Qi buzzed in his ears, like a thunderbolt in the sky, he broke away from his master's embrace, and said in a lost voice: "Killed, Master, you mean, my father, he ......"

Jing Zhuang wanted to hold him again, but he had no strength in his hands, and in the haze, a pair of resolute eyes seemed to be looking at him, powerful and ethereal.

Changsun Qi's chest was as straight as a heavy blow, he pushed open the door, looked up to the sky and screamed a few times, and suddenly fell to the ground, shuttling through the open forest with a muffled howl.

Jing Zhuang ran outside the house, pulled up the eldest grandson Qi who fell to the ground, hugged his head and said, "Qi'er, Qi'er, you, you will work hard in the future!"

Eldest Sun Qi raised his head and said with tears streaming down his face: "Master......"

Seven years have passed in the blink of an eye, time has been worn day and night, Jingzhuang's temples have been slightly white, and the eldest grandson Qi has grown into a half-grown teenager!

That night, the eldest grandson Qi was lying on the futon on the ground and falling asleep, when he suddenly heard a sharp sound outside the house, and then heard a girl's cry, he was shocked, and when he lifted the quilt and sat up, he found that the master was already sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Master!" Changsun Qi had just spoken, but Jing Zhuang reached out to cover his lips.

"Don't speak. Jing Zhuang wrote softly with his fingers in the palm of Changsun Qi's hand.

The moonlight shone faintly through the gaps between the window lattices. The eldest grandson looked at the master through the faint moonlight, but saw that his face was full of deep unease.

"Ahh

Changsun Qi's heart seems to be pulled by something, and he has stood up eagerly, these years he heard the master tell some of his father's past deeds, and read the classics under the master's teachings every day, and his heart has long been set up to eliminate evil and punish the strong, at this time when he heard the injustice, his heart was like fire, he took the master's hand and wanted to rush out, but was gently pulled by Jing Zhuang.

After another scream came from outside the house, Changsun Qi finally couldn't help it and said in a low voice, "Master!"

Jing Zhuang sighed, stood up and said, "That's it, let's go out!"

The eldest grandson Qi strode towards the door, and after pulling it open, he saw a girl in white standing staggering in the courtyard in the snow, and next to him, an old man in brown was curled up on the ground and motionless!

A wave of blood surged in Changsun Qi's heart, and he quickly ran to the girl, looked at him and said, "You, are you okay?"

The girl looked up at him and smiled wryly.

Changsun Qi looked at his dark and moist eyes and couldn't help but be deeply shocked, and the black-clothed man on the opposite side made an extremely slight surprised sound, Changsun Qi clenched his fists and looked straight at him, but saw that there was a flame-shaped hook at his neckline, glowing with a dazzling crimson, as if it was about to burn.

Before Changsun Qi began, the man in black took the lead and said: "Little thief, what are you, don't sleep well, run out to find death!"

Changsun Qi remembered that it was often stated in the book that the two sides on the rivers and lakes would report their names before fighting, so as not to die unclearly, at this time, when he heard him call himself a thief, he said in a similar way: "Old thief, I am Changsun Qi, what are you, disturbing people's sleep in the middle of the night, running over to find death!"

The man in black was stunned, glared at Changsun Qi, and then raised his head and laughed: "I don't know whether the puppy is alive or dead!"

The man in black pounced very violently, the eldest grandson Qi thought that he had practiced kung fu for a few years, and no matter how bad he was, he would be able to punch him a few times, who knew that the other party's momentum was so fast, seeing that there was no way to avoid it, suddenly there was a buzz, and a burst of white light had already hit the chest of the man in black.

The man in black stopped his momentum in the air, took three steps back and stood still, he looked at Jing Zhuang in horror, took a deep breath and said: "I don't know which real person in Emei is here, in the Lian Han Tree of the Wind and Fire Hall!"

Jing Zhuang picked up Changsun Qi, who was sitting on the ground, wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead, and said coldly: "You don't have to know who I am, since you know my swordsmanship, don't leave quickly!"

Lian Hanshu snorted in his heart when he heard this, although he was usually very fierce and tough, but he was coarse and fine, Fenghuo Hall originally belonged to one of the ten divisions of the Demon Sect, after the death of the old king of the Demon Sect, Zhou Xiansheng, the Wind and Fire Hall had gradually broken away from the control of the new king of the Demon Sect, and faintly changed the door and set up his own door! He knew that Emei Gui was one of the four major gates of the righteous path today, and he was unwilling to be an enemy of it for no reason, so he said: " Our Fenghuotang has always been respectful to the real people of Emei, and today's matter has nothing to do with Emei, please return to the house, just noisy, disturbed, I hope the real people don't think it's strange!"

Lian Hanshu said this has already given Jingzhuang full face, you must know that in the martial arts, face is more important than life! Ordinary people in the rivers and lakes meet, don't say that the words are excited, even if they are looked at more, they will fist and kick each other, the so-called disagreement with each other is also, and the good and the devil are different, Lian Hanshu's words are really extremely restrained, but the situation is pressing, Lian Hanshu's move is really a last resort, not to mention him, even if the director of the Fenghuo Hall respects himself, he easily does not dare to offend Emei, first, Emei is powerful, and secondly, Fenghuotang has just faded out of the control of the Demon Sect, if he offends Emei for no reason at this time, it is like roasting himself on the fire!

Jing Zhuang said lightly: "Let go of this girl, let's go!"