After Jiang Lang came to the City Lord's Mansion, he specially made a circle from a crowded place before returning to his house.

Jin Teng sat in the study, listening to the report of his subordinates, squinting, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Hurry up, hurry up, your hands and feet are sharp, it looks like it's going to rain!

Uncle Li, the housekeeper, looked up at the sky on the right, the black clouds were dense, and from time to time a thunderbolt exploded in the black clouds, as if the sky had cracked a hole. Looking at the direction of the wind, it is coming to Feiyun City, after this rain, I am afraid that the moat in front of the city will also overflow.

Jiang Lang opened the window in the house, looked at the black clouds in the sky, and didn't know what he would do next to resolve the crisis he was facing, and he didn't know if he had done it if he had settled down at home.

Click!

A bolt of lightning almost pierced half of the sky, instantly bringing Jiang Lang out of his thoughts, saying that Jiang Lang had lived in Feiyun City for fifteen years, and since he could remember, he had never seen such a huge thunderstorm. At this moment, the world is silent, and the insects and birds are silent, but you can only hear the wind blowing the rustling of autumn leaves. In an instant, the heavy rain scooped down, knocking down countless autumn leaves, the sky thundered like a dragon, appearing and disappearing, and like a sharp sword, cutting through the sky.

This thunder 、、、 Jiang Lang seemed to have an understanding, and everything was in unison.

The ancients had clouds: corresponding with the same voice, seeking the same breath. The water is wet, the fire is dry, the clouds are from the dragon, and the wind is from the tiger. The saints do all things, and those who are from heaven are close to each other, and those who are from earth are close to each other, and each is according to its kind.

Its interpretation is that the dragon is in the auspicious clouds, the tiger roars in the valley, and the saint is present, then all things are clear, and the things that belong to the masculine will naturally rise in the sky, and the yin will naturally sink into the earth, just as all things belong to their own kinds.

"Fist, when there is a thunderous momentum, fast and heavy, concentrate on it, one punch to block ten punches!" Jiang Lang muttered to himself, his eyes blazing. Jiang Lang raised his hand and punched out, it was not enough! Jiang Lang closed his eyes, his heart sank to the bottom, slowly raised his hand, and gently sent the punch forward, no, it didn't feel right, Jiang Lang sent the punch out over and over again, at the beginning of the period, he also paid attention to the strength and angle of each punch, gradually, Jiang Lang was like a demon, every time he punched, he was like getting drunk, left punch and right punch, messy and disorganized, if someone came to Jiang Lang's room, he would definitely be shocked to his eyes, Jiang Lang's punch seemed to be very slow, but there were countless afterimages around him, Jiang Lang closed his eyes, as if entering another world, the thunder roar outside the window did not affect Jiang Lang at all, gradually, Jiang Lang was not just punching, his whole body moved, a punch was punched, a kick was kicked out, Jiang Lang's figure has appeared on the other side, at this moment, the fist is not a fist, the palm is not a palm, there are many changes, no longer trapped in the style, but in the mind!

Well?

I don't know how long it took, Jiang Lang was almost exhausted, and at this moment there was a crisp sound in his body, just like the bubbles on the water surface bursting, and the sound of young birds breaking their shells, a breath of qi was born from Jiang Lang's dantian, quickly making up for the loss of strength in his body, Jiang Lang woke up from the realm of selflessness, "What's the matter? What?

After Jiang Lang came out of the realm of selflessness, sweat fell like rain in an instant, soaking through the clothes all over his body. Jiang Lang suddenly found that a breath was flowing in his body, and he was so shocked that he couldn't be more shocked, when did he become a fourth-order martial artist? It was the realm of selflessness! Although he knew that in the realm of selflessness, cultivation would get twice the result with half the effort, but Jiang Lang could never have imagined that a realization, coupled with the realm of selflessness, would make his realm improve so quickly! Jiang Lang was so excited that with a little try, his speed had more than doubled, and Jiang Lang felt that his strength at this time could definitely easily smash over a green wolf! Okay! This is also Jiang Lang's own estimation, the green wolf is not alone, a group of third-level demon beasts, Jiang Lang is not arrogant enough to be single-handed.

It's a pity that the realm of selflessness can't be controlled at any time, otherwise when you enter it when you're cultivating, your realm won't advance by leaps and bounds? Jiang Lang said in his heart, Jiang Lang also knew that this was a bit wishful thinking, throughout the ages, there were not hundreds of people who could enter the realm of selflessness, but there were also seventy or eighty people, and he had never heard of someone who could freely control the cultivation of the realm of selflessness, Jiang Lang could only think about it in his heart at the moment.

Jiang Lang took off his wet clothes, his heart moved, he took out the package from the corner of the bed, opened it, and put a set of his favorite clothes inside, Jiang Lang thought that when he was at home, he almost always wore this style of clothes, Jiang Lang liked cyan, and at first Jiang Lang didn't like to practice martial arts, so he especially loved Confucian shirts, but he didn't expect his mother to bring him this set of green shirts, Jiang Lang smiled at the corner of his mouth, now he doesn't love Confucian shirts, huh? This dress is different from the Confucian shirt, Jiang Lang suddenly found that what his mother brought to him was afraid that it was not a Confucian shirt! Jiang Lang took it out and put it on, it turned out that Jiang Lang's mother knew that the child was walking martial arts, so she modified the green shirt, which did not lose the meaning of elegance and did not affect the skills, just like a strong suit.

"Mother knows me!" Jiang Lang stroked the clothes on his body, and his heart was settled.

Jiang Lang looked up at the window, the thunderstorm had passed, the sky was getting dark, and when it was night, Jiang Lang went to find Jin Xin'er, and listened to the housekeeper Uncle Li say that Jin Xin'er hadn't eaten a bite for two days, Jiang Lang felt a little sorry for Jin Xin'er, he had paid so much for himself as an outsider, and he was on the opposite side of his father, Jiang Lang at this moment didn't know the illusion that Jin Xin'er had experienced, he only knew that he had misunderstood Jin Xin'er before, and Jiang Lang felt guilty.

Night came, and Jiang Lang knocked on Jin Xin'er's door.

"Who?" Jin Xin'er was alert.

"I, Jiang Lang. Jiang Lang looked at the people around him and responded softly.

"Jiang Lang, come in! there's no one here at night. Jin Xin'er hurriedly said. Jin Xin'er likes martial arts, and is afraid of being disturbed by others, so there are few guards and maids around the house where she is.

Pushing the door in, Jiang Lang couldn't believe his eyes, Jin Xin'er in his eyes was holding her legs on the bed, her face was haggard, her lips were dry, Jin Xin'er, who loved red, turned out to be like a blooming flower, but Jin Xin'er at the moment was haggard like a flower!

Jin Xin'er looked at Jiang Lang who came in, that familiar face, his nose was sour, and his tears couldn't stop coming down, the grievances and incomprehension in his heart were like the river embankment bursting, and as the tears flowed out, Jiang Lang panicked, "Don't, don't cry!" hurriedly looking for something to wipe Jin Xin'er's tears, he was embarrassed for a while. Jin Xin'er looked at Jiang Lang's overwhelmed appearance, burst out laughing, tears were still flowing, sniffing, sobbing, "You fool! Who told you to come back? Didn't I let you go! Why are you so disobedient!"

Jiang Lang didn't notice the closeness in Jin Xin'er's tone.

Jiang Lang smiled dryly, "Aren't I worried about you?" Uncle Li said that you haven't moved a bite of food for two days, and everyone is about to collapse. Look, I've stolen a roast chicken from the dining room, so you can eat it. Jiang Lang said and took out a roast chicken wrapped in paper from his arms and handed it to Jin Xin'er.

Jin Xin'er looked at Jiang Lang's oily hand and cried with a wow. Jiang Lang was in a hurry, why did he cry again? Did I stain the roast chicken? Jiang Lang turned over the roast chicken that he had wrapped, but it didn't get dirty! Jin Xin'er hugged Jiang Lang violently, and Jiang Lang froze.

"Are you stupid?"

Jiang Lang's hand didn't know where to put it at the moment, "I'm not stupid 、、、, right?"

"Give it to me!" Jin Xin'er pushed Jiang Lang away and reached out to take the roast chicken brought by Jiang Lang, although there were tears on his face, his arrogant expression returned to his face. Jin Xin'er sniffed and feasted on the roast chicken, she had been hungry for two days, smelling the fragrance of the roast chicken, Jin Xin'er couldn't help it, Jiang Lang looked at Jin Xin'er and couldn't help it, "Eat slowly, no one will rob you!"

Jin Xin'er didn't raise her head, and said vaguely: "Even if you have a little conscience, you know to bring me something to eat, if you come empty-handed, see if I don't clean you up, you haven't starved me to death these days." Jiang Lang suddenly felt a little distressed in his heart, and his hand involuntarily stroked Jin Xin'er's hair, "I'm sorry!" Jin Xin'er felt it, her body stiffened, and then she relaxed and raised her head, "Jiang Lang, I never blame you." I only blame myself. ”

"I've only figured out a lot of things in the past two days, Jiang Lang, I've always wondered, why did you suddenly become so indifferent, and suddenly ignored me, I was really angry at the time, did I do anything to provoke you, I didn't know until a few days ago that it was our Jin family who was sorry for you. Jin Xin'er lowered her head and whispered, "Jiang Lang, it's right that you hate me no matter how much you hate." ”

"It's nothing to do with you, I shouldn't blame you. Jiang Lang didn't know what to say at the moment, he couldn't help but feel complicated in his heart, on the one hand, Jin Xin'er's friendship, on the other hand, the hatred of Jin Teng's father and son, Jiang Lang didn't know how to deal with such a relationship.

"Jiang Lang, listen to me, you will secretly leave the City Lord's Mansion now, take your family, and leave Feiyun City. Go as far as you can, and never come back!" Jin Xin'er raised her head and said seriously and firmly.

"If it's just Jin Teng and Jin Muwu, it's fine, but, there's a Yue Lao Demon behind this, by the way, have you seen the Yue Lao Demon when you come back?" Jiang Lang was a little depressed in his heart, after all, if it was just Jin Teng and them, he would have run away, but there was also a monk who cultivated gods behind them, and before entering the Staff's Mansion, he had already seen the strange methods of the Yue Lao Demon, the golden light flying in the air, and the black light in his eyes that could make living things rot, Jiang Lang believed, let alone himself at the moment, even Jin Teng might not be able to win the Yue Lao Demon steadily. It's just that what Jiang Lang didn't know was that Jin Teng had been defeated and controlled by the Yue Old Demon.

"Yue Lao Mo, you mean Master Yue? I haven't seen him, I haven't seen him since I came out of the Senfu, what's the matter? He has to deal with you too?" Jin Xin'er looked puzzled and suddenly reacted.

Jiang Lang told Jin Xin'er everything he knew, Jin Xin'er's eyes widened, "It's not good! I said why did my father look pale when he looked for me, as if he had been hit hard, it was probably because he saw the old demon Yue, and he was 、、、" Jin Xin'er covered her mouth and didn't dare to continue.

"No, Jiang Lang, I'm going to see my father! It must be the old demon who forced my father to attack you, obviously the thousand-year-old chalcedony can cure my brother's illness, I want to see my father, I want to stop my father!" Jin Xin'er was like grasping a life-saving straw, Jin Xin'er still hoped that her father was coerced by others, rather than really trying to deal with Jiang Lang. Jiang Lang's heart suddenly tingled, don't you believe what I said? Jiang Lang actually understands Jin Xin'er in his heart, a father who gave birth to himself for seventeen or eighteen years, has always given himself an image of standing up to the sky, and the sudden change makes Jin Xin'er unacceptable, and he is even more evasive, hoping to have a seemingly reasonable excuse to let him understand his father's approach.