After everyone went down the mountain, Lingxu led the disciples back to the Sanqing Palace, and after everyone sat down, Xiaodao Tong served tea one by one. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Lingxu said: "Although these people are sent today, it is difficult to guarantee that there will be no more incidents in the future." According to various reports, there were 30 or 40 people killed in the rivers and lakes in the past year, and as many as 50 or 60 nobodies. Whether this person is a disciple of my Shangqing faction is difficult to determine for a while, judging from the moves he made, he must have learned the superior martial arts of my faction, and when he made a move, he intentionally or unintentionally revealed a trace of a different faction's moves, which... This..."

Lingxu said this, looking out of the sky, he couldn't help but come out, he didn't say anything for a while, Chong Yuanzi couldn't help but say, "Master, what's wrong?"

Lingxu said: "I can't figure it out for a while, this person is not very old, but he is so born in martial arts, he must be extremely smart, extremely smart!"

The disciples of Lingxu were very surprised in their hearts, they all wanted a person in his twenties to have such cultivation, although the talent was excellent, there was no shortage of such talents in the rivers and lakes, and the words "extremely smart" were too much.

Lingxu said again: "Chong Yuan." ”

Chong Yuanzi said: "The disciple is here." ”

Lingxu said: "You immediately arrange for someone to go to various places to investigate this matter, and be sure to capture this person alive and not hurt his life." ”

Chong Yuanzi bowed down and said, "The disciple obeys." ”

Chong Yuanzi received the order, immediately discussed with several juniors, assigned a proper return to Lingxu, and acted according to the plan.

All the senior brothers had errands, and they all led their disciples down the mountain, but Lin Gongyu was the only idler, he was depressed in his heart, and he didn't dare to explain it to the master, so he had to practice swords in the back mountain alone.

Seven days had passed, and it was nearly July. That day, Lin Gongyu was practicing in the back mountain, and the little Taoist boy who served Lingxu ran over, Lin Gongyu hurriedly put away his sword and stood with his hands down.

The little Taoist boy said: "Uncle Xiao, the ancestor invites you to go to the Sanqing Palace!"

Lin Gongyu bowed down and agreed, and hurriedly ran towards the view. When he came to the Sanqing Palace, he called "Master". When he entered the hall, he saw Lingxu talking to an old man. The old man was over seventy years old, with half-white hair and a ruddy complexion, and there were four seventeen or eighteen-year-old Xiao Si standing behind him.

When the old man saw Lin Gongyu come in, he was stunned for a moment, and then stood up tremblingly, tears flowed from his eyes, and he couldn't speak for a while.

When Lin Gongyu saw him like this, he was shocked for a while, stopped his steps, looked at the old man, and looked at the spirit of the void.

Lingxu said: "Yu'er, don't you recognize him?"

The old man cried, "Young master, the old servant has come to take you home!"

This person is Song Changping, the old housekeeper next door, Lin Gongyu has only seen him once ten years ago, and he has never returned home since he went to Longhu Mountain to apprentice, and he only remembers this person in a trance, and his appearance has long been forgotten.

Ten years ago, the Lin family was tragically destroyed, and the old servant Song Changping came back to help with the cooking after hearing the news. He thanked the Lin family for their kindness for generations, and for ten years they have been loyal and dedicated, and the Lin family's foundation has not only not suffered the slightest loss, but has prospered much more than before.

He is old, he knows that his spirit is not as good as before, the ancestral business of the Lin family will be handed over to Lin Gongyu sooner or later, considering that Lin Gongyu has grown up, and when Lin Zhiqi and his wife sacrifice for ten years, he will show the patriarch of the Lin clan and bring a generous gift to Longhu Mountain to welcome him home.

Song Changping saw that Lin Gongyu couldn't recognize him, and cried: "Young master doesn't remember the old servant?"

Lin Gongyu had long remembered in his heart, and when he asked, his nose immediately became sore, and the tragic death of his parents immediately came to mind, and tears couldn't help but flow out. He took a few steps, opened his arms and hugged Song Changping, an old man and a young man, a master and a servant reunited after a long absence, and cried. When Lin Gongyu quit his home ten years ago, he was small and light, and Song Changping cried and held him in his arms, but now Lin Gongyu has grown into a young man, who is already half a head taller than him, but he will keep him.

Song Changping cried for a while, stopped his tears, held Lin Gongyu's arms with both hands, looked at them carefully for a long time, and turned his sadness into joy and said: "Like, it's too similar! The lord and the lady must be relieved!"

Lin Gongyu helped him sit down, and said, "Gonggong Song, are you here to take me home?" Lin Zhiqi called Song Changping Song Bo when he was alive, and Lin Gongyu naturally called him his father-in-law.

Song Changping said: "This year is the tenth anniversary of the lord and his wife, and the young master should go home to pay respects." ”

In the past ten years, every time his parents' birthdays and memorial days, Lin Gongyu would pay tribute alone in his room to show his mourning. This time, when he saw the servants coming to pick him up, although he had the heart to go home, he didn't dare to make his own decisions, so he looked at the void.

Lingxu nodded and said, "You haven't been home for ten years, and this year is the ten-year sacrifice for the death of your parents. ”

When Lin Gongyu heard this, he knelt down and kowtowed, and said, "Yes." ”

At that moment, Lingxu instructed the deacon and Taoist priest to arrange food and lodging for Song Changping and his party, and took Lin Gongyu to the clean room for instructions.

On the second day, Lin Gongyu said goodbye to his master and followed Song Changping down Longhu Mountain. At the foot of the mountain, there were already two carriages, more than a dozen tall horses waiting there, in addition to the two coachmen, there were ten strong men, the older ones were in their fifties, and the younger ones were more than thirty years old.

Song Changping invited Lin Gongyu to get into a car, and he got into another car, and everyone got on the horse one after another. The ten men rode ten horses, five in front of the five behind, and the group headed southeast.

Everyone drove for more than half a month, Lin Gongyu ate and slept in the car, and no one saw him except for the housekeeper Song Changping.

In the evening of this day, everyone walked to the foot of a mountain, Song Changping saw that there was no town to settle down on the road, so he ordered to stop and rest, and the small Si collected firewood to build a stove and prepare food, although they were in the wild, but rice, meat, vegetables and vegetables were readily available, and in less than half an hour, five or six dishes were cooked.

Xiao Si first delivered the food to Song Changping, Song Changping entered the carriage of Lin Gongyu alone, and the two ate alone. The crowd distributed the food to the ten high-rollers.

Everyone was having a meal when suddenly an elderly high-roller said, "There's something wrong with this meal." ”

As soon as he said this, he saw that everyone had fainted to the ground, Rao is superb internal skills, but he also felt that the world was spinning. He supported his sword on the ground, barely stood up, and saw a figure coming from a distance, and the shadows were so large that he couldn't see his face clearly. He felt that his eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, and he couldn't support them anymore, and finally fell to the ground.

The group of figures approached, and one of them was dressed in white, twenty-seven or eighteen years old, with a cold and arrogant face, and an unstoppable look.

When these people approached, one of the ten high-rollers suddenly stood up.