When Su Ji and Jia Lan arrived at Shenhou Mansion, the sky was covered with dark clouds, and there were faint flashes of lightning, but no raindrops were falling.

The white robe came out to greet them warmly, and invited the two of them to rest in an attic.

There are eight stone pillars under the attic, each of which is carved with two giant serpents. The two snakes coiled and rose in the thunder and lightning storm, showing a scene of two snakes crossing the catastrophe. In the middle of the attic hangs a plaque, the gilded paint stains have not yet dried, apparently just replaced.

Looking at the three big characters "Xuanzong Pavilion" on the attic plaque, Su Ji said: "Manager Bai, this place is very familiar." ”

"Sect Master, this is the Spiral Spirit Pavilion. Bai Pao explained: "Since you combined the two sects into 'Xuanzong', the plaque on the outside was quickly renewed, and the decoration inside was also renewed, but the size of this small building is really shabby. ”

Hearing the word "shabby", Jia Lan smiled slightly, only to see that this Xuanzong attic has four floors, each floor is carved beams and paintings, comparable to the palace in the palace, and there is no shabby appearance anywhere.

The white robe said respectfully: "Sect Master, if you are wronged, wait here for a while, and your subordinates will go to inform Shen Hou." ”

"Wait!" Su Ji suddenly stopped the white robe and asked, "Manager Bai, why don't you see Mrs. Jiang?"

The white robe was stunned for a moment, and asked rhetorically: "My subordinates didn't dare to ask more just now...... Madame Jiang, shouldn't I be with you?"

Jia Lan and Su Ji exchanged a look, it turned out that the group led by Lu Jian Daojun did not arrive at Shenhou Mansion.

Su Ji couldn't help but start to be a little worried, firstly, he was worried that the demons in the Que Well were gathering and it was unpredictable, and secondly, he was worried that Lu Zhudao Jun was reckless and reckless, and he didn't know if he could successfully take everyone away from the Que Well. Thinking of this, Su Ji was restless, he really couldn't calm down and rest, he just wanted to find something to do as soon as possible.

"Manager Bai, I don't need you to report it. Su Ji asked, "Where is Shen Hou now?" I want to see him in person. ”

The white robe replied: "Shen Hou should be in the mourning hall at this moment. ”

"Mourning ......"

Su Ji counted the days, as if he remembered something, and his face suddenly darkened.

The wind became more urgent, like a ghost crying wolf. With a thunderous explosion, heavy rain poured down.

Deep in the forest of Shenhou Mansion sits an ancient mourning hall, the eaves of which rustle with rain.

At this time, facing the mountains of spiritual positions in the mourning hall, Jiang Ying stood with his hands in his hands, staring at one of the spiritual positions in a daze.

Although many years have passed, Jiang Ying has never forgotten that today is the death day of his father Jiang Xuan.

More than twenty years ago, Jiang Ying killed his father with his own hands. The scene of killing his father outside the palace is still vivid in his mind, and it has become a nightmare that cannot be shaken off in the dark night, and may never be forgotten.

Although the former father-son relationship has long been extinguished, at this moment, facing the spiritual position of his biological father, Jiang Ying, a son who is over half a hundred years old, still has mixed feelings in his old eyes.

However, Jiang Ying appeared here today, not to mourn his biological father, but to wait for someone. He knew this man, who only came here once a year at this time.

After a while, Jiang Ying's eyes suddenly flickered.

In the rain curtain outside the mourning hall, a gap opened out of thin air, and a woman in a dark red robe walked out of the gap.

Jiang Ying's wrinkled lips flashed into a smile, and said, "Ling'er, you're here." ”

Jiang Ling ignored his father who was walking towards him, and walked to the spiritual position by himself.

"You're here anyway. "Jiang Ying deliberately has a lot of "or" words.

Jiang Ling heard the meaning of his father's words, because he said that he would not step into here for half a step again, but he still came today.

"I'm looking for grandpa, not you. Jiang Ling's attitude towards his father is still very indifferent.

At this time, a miserable white and thin hand stretched out from the sleeve of Jiang Ying's black robe and gently stroked his daughter's cheek.

Jiang Lingxiu frowned, suddenly glanced at his cheek, and shook off his father's hand.

"You still won't forgive Daddy...... Jiang Ying sighed faintly, and said in frustration: "But at this time, I still hope you can stay, after all, Daddy's remaining time is running out." ”

After speaking, Jiang Ying suddenly coughed, and muffled his voice with one hand.

Listening to his father's weak cough, a trace of wavering appeared in Jiang Ling's eyes, and he couldn't help but ask: "Grandpa passed on your Xuanqing Eight Territory Pill before he died, how did you become like this?"

Jiang Ying slowly took out his handkerchief, wiped his mouth tremblingly, and replied, "The Xuanqing Eight Territory Pill, although it can cure my congenital stubborn disease, it is harmful to my cultivation. ”

Jiang Ling couldn't help but turn his head slowly, and saw his father's thin side face, which was as thin as a knife, revealing a kind of sickness in his paleness, his back was bent like a bow, and he originally looked much older than his peers, but now he looked even older.

At this time, Su Ji came to the outside of the mourning hall under the guidance of the white robe, and saw Jiang Ying's father and daughter inside from a distance, so he didn't go in to disturb.

The white robe was just about to go in to report, and when he saw Su Ji waving his hand, he retreated with interest.

After a cup of tea, the sound of the rain gradually stopped.

The sun lifted the dark clouds, the bright sky was blue and transparent, a soft rainbow floated in the east, and a few white clouds with gold edges floated in the sky.

After the heavy rain, the leaves of the trees are covered with shiny droplets, making them look even greener.

The fragrance of the plants and trees is refreshing and refreshing.

After the wind and rain, usher in a beautiful picture!

At this moment, under Su Ji's stunned gaze, Jiang Ling walked out of the mourning hall with his father in his arms.

The white robe looked at the father and daughter dumbfounded, and he couldn't imagine that Jiang Ling would follow his father.

Su Ji knew that Jiang Ling had never been a person who held grudges.

Jiang Ling's mind is like the sky after the storm, bright and broad. She has forgiven Su Ji who deceived her, Mu Lingyu who tore up the marriage book, and now of course she can, forgive her father. No matter how many grievances and grievances are experienced, how can the relationship between father and daughter be broken, after all, it is the Jiang family, as the saying goes: kiss or not, the surname is divided, and the bones are broken and the tendons are connected.

Su Ji was happy for the father and daughter.

At this time, Jiang Ying looked at his daughter and said with a smile: "Ling'er, if you have the opportunity, you must let me take a look at Yijiu's grandson." ”

Jiang Ling still kept a straight face, and only said "um" with his nose, which was regarded as a response.

Su Ji was stunned suddenly, feeling as if he had forgotten something!

Yijiu!

The taciturn, withdrawn child.

Su Ji's worst fears happened. He always makes people forget his existence, and since he returned to Guigu Cave, he has not seen this child, and the green cow that came with him is nowhere to be found, as if he has never appeared before.

Now that Yijiu is nowhere to be found, Su Ji feels cramped and uneasy, how to explain to this father and daughter?