After walking around the cave for a while, I felt a breeze drifting in with the sound of several people talking.

Zhong Sheng asked softly, "This should be almost there!"

Ying'er slipped into Zhong Sheng's ear and whispered seriously: "Those old monsters are waiting to eat you, the master of the salt jar is a demon who eats people and does not spit out bones, and when he gets closer to me, the master will protect your whole body." ”

Zhong Sheng was a little tired after a day of going over the mountains, raised his sleeve to wipe the sweat beads on his forehead, I don't know if the hot spring was too hot, or he was really scared by the eagle to sweat.

Ying'er proudly covered her mouth and snickered, "See if I don't scare you stupid, nerd."

Next to an uncarved oval stone, it cannot be called a table, but can only be regarded as a stone platform, in which the eagle's master sits, and the rest are two people in completely different costumes, one holding a whisk, the other holding a wine gourd, and several people are looking at the bronze flute in the middle of the stone platform.

Zhong Sheng was very puzzled, why the stools he sat on were all thick logs, and he had never used work, but the corners of his stools were very smooth because of the perennial sitting, bamboo cups and bamboo bowls, and three pieces of bread were placed on each bowl, as if the copper flute made them more interested than food.

Gao Yan hurriedly stepped forward to ask for peace: "Meet all the elders, I have brought this son...".

"Obviously I brought it, you want to steal credit from me. The eagle snatched the stubble. "Old guys, people have brought you here, how do you want to eat!" After speaking, he smiled evilly and peeked at Zhong Sheng's expression.

The three older men stared at Zhong Sheng, ignoring Ying'er and Gao Yan.

Zhong Sheng stepped forward and looked around: "Your kindness to rescue, Xiaosheng will not forget it, and he will definitely repay it in the future." ”

"You should thank the young master, I am, a few of them didn't contribute, thank them for what, the person who wants to thank is here, here......" Ying'er patted his chest as he said.

After Gao Yan finished speaking, he raised his hands and made an expression of wolf claws and teeth and said to the baby: "If it weren't for the eagle taking you back and the elders raising you, you would have fed the wild boar and eaten it a long time ago, and it would be your turn to hunt wild boars every day now." ”

Ying'er rolled her eyes and shook her head and stuck out her tongue at Gao Yan: "Where is Gao Gongzi, who was still serious just now, you continue to pretend, the salt jar has come back to life......"

Ying'er saw that the master raised his right hand to clean himself up, and jumped out while laughing: "Master won't play with you, I'll go find the old monster to play." ”

Just turned his head and wanted to run, but bumped into a tall man wearing a veil and hat, Ying'er stared at the eyeballs: "Old monster, why did you run out, scared the master to death!" The old monster in Ying'er's mouth is Jiang Jingfeng.

Jiang Jingfeng walked straight to Zhong Sheng and asked, "I have something I want to ask Gongzi, and I hope Gongzi will tell him the truth." ”

Eagle opened his mouth wide and shouted in surprise, "Wow, I always thought the old monster was dumb!"

Although Zhong Sheng looks like a crepe, he has experienced two lives and deaths today, but his face is not timid: "Seniors, please speak, Xiaosheng must know everything." ”

Jiang Jingfeng asked, "Where did the bronze flute come from?"

Zhong Sheng replied: "Father's relics." ”

Jiang Jingfeng was taken aback: "Father?" and then said concisely: "Can you play a song." ”

Zhong Sheng walked over and picked up the flute on the stone platform and arched his hand: "My father only taught me the next tune, and I was stupid and stupid, so I don't want to laugh." ”

After finishing speaking, he picked up the flute and played, Jiang Jingfeng lifted the veil on the hat and looked at the scholar intently.

Ying'er was about to say something, when his master flew a stone and smashed it into his mouth, Gao Yan made a shushing gesture, Ying'er squatted on the ground and buckled the stone in his mouth, his face was red and his neck was thick, and he didn't dare to make a sound.

The sound of the flute echoed in the cave, and the eyes of the elders were moist, as if they saw the old man again......

"Nerd, you've finally finished blowing, suffocating the master, you old guy wants to kill the criminals, who will pour you wine and drink when you see it." Hmph!" Ying'er grumbled at Zhong Sheng and his master.

Jiang Jingfeng walked up to the scholar: "What is the surname of the son, who is your father?"

A few people on the side of the stone platform also got up and waited eagerly for the scholar to reply.

"In the next Zhongsheng, my father once asked ......"

Several people were shocked when they heard the word 'father' again, but Ying'er covered his stomach and laughed: "Why don't you call the drums, the name is so funny."

Another pebble flew over, and the eagle cleverly dodged it, covering its mouth and snickering, not daring to make a sound.

"May I ask when my father's father was born, and how did he pass away?" Jiang Jingfeng's tone of inquiry seemed to be a lot more cordial, but with eagerness.

"My father died of a headache ten years ago. Zhong Sheng's eyes moistened after speaking.

The old monster took out a wanted portrait from his waist and asked Zhong Sheng, "Do you know the person in the painting?"

"It's seven or eight points similar to my father...... Zhong Sheng asked.

"At first, when I heard the sound of the flute, I thought it was the eldest brother who came back, but the flute didn't seem to be sonorous enough, so I ordered the eagle to go first, and then make a decision after checking the real one, but I didn't expect that it was the son of the eldest brother!" After Jiang Jingfeng finished speaking, he took off the hat and threw it at the eagle, and it happened to buckle the eagle's head impartially.

Ying'er hurriedly lifted the veil of the hat and glared: "Yo, the old monster is willing to take off the hat that he has worn all his life, wow, it looks much better than a salt jar." After speaking, he glanced at Gao Yan obliquely.

Gao Yan still stood there respectfully, motionless, waiting very seriously to hear the story.

Jiang Jingfeng smiled and said, "There is no lifetime, it's just almost twenty years, and now it's for you." ”

Ying'er took off the hat and shouted: "Twenty years of sourness, the master doesn't want it, it stinks to death, stinks to death......"

Jiang Jingfeng picked up the bronze flute and looked at it carefully, no longer paying attention to the eagle.

Ying'er jumped up happily: "The old monster is also quite funny, the master will have a companion to play with in the future, hehe......"

"That's right, the golden flute is engraved with 'The Top of the Proud Peak Dominates the World', this is a relic of the eldest brother, I am your second uncle!" Jiang Jingfeng finished speaking, and grabbed Zhong Sheng's shoulders tightly with both hands.

Zhong Sheng muttered in confusion at this time: "Why hasn't my father ever said that he still has brothers?"

At this time, the white-haired old man in sackcloth on the left side of Master Ying'er took over the conversation: "Your father was killed by the usurper of the Nine Clans, and his heart was full of grief, so he suffered from headaches, and I was afraid that we would affect the great cause ......of revenge because I was worried about him, so I had no choice but to run away twenty years ago, leaving a book 'Wandering to find a doctor and not returning, do not read', and I didn't come back again."

The Taoist priest on the right side of Master Ying'er also got up and asked, "Have you ever studied martial arts with your father?"

Before Zhong Sheng could speak, Ying'er squinted his eyes and pouted: "The old Taoist priest knows how to fight, so it's not good to ask God to bless the great cause as soon as possible." ”。

Zhong Sheng said without thinking: "My father never said that I knew martial arts, and my mother never mentioned it, but I just let Xiaosheng study hard." ”

Everyone was thinking about what to ask, but they didn't seem to know which one to say first......

Ying'er smiled mischievously: "Old monster, if you pinch it for a while, those thin bones of the nerd will be broken by you." ”

Jiang Jingfeng ignored him, still staring at Zhong Sheng in a daze, as if he saw his eldest brother in front of him.

Master Ying'er sighed: "I can't imagine that I can see the general's son again after twenty years, it's really providential......"