At dinner time, the dining hall is brightly lit, and bursts of aroma waft with the evening breeze, making people salivate. The two teenagers licked their lips and stood on either side www.biquge.info of the gate, their stomachs gurgling.

"Brother Luan, I'm hungry......" Among the teenagers on the left, a boy in Tsing Yi pouted and spit bitter water at the leader of the blue-shirted boy.

Chen Luan frowned, swallowed his saliva and shouted: "You are not alone, bear with it!"

Among the teenagers on the right, someone suddenly asked, "The old man is really not good?" and his tone was very frivolous.

A young man in black said disdainfully: "Doctor Bai said that it was a 'stroke', so is it okay?"

Someone couldn't help but laugh and said: "Stroke? The dignified martial artist of the 'late stage of Yijin' will also have a 'stroke'? If it spreads, it will really be a big joke in Yongcheng......

Immediately, someone said: "Thirty years of dogs and horses, working hard night and night, not to mention the martial artist of the 'late stage of Yijin', even if he is beaten with iron, he will also be rotten, he will not 'stroke' who 'stroke'!"

The young men on the left blushed when they heard this, if there was anything wrong with the "old man", it was this hobby...... Chen Luan frowned and shouted: "Chen Lei, that's our old man, you speak with respect!"

"That's your old man, not our old man. The black-clothed young man rolled his eyes and smiled disdainfully: "I still think that I am the descendant of the main house! If it weren't for the fact that Brother Yue is still two relatives with you, I would have taught you a good lesson for Brother Yue!"

All the young people were all in a spirit, they used to hold Chen Feng, but they didn't step on Chen Yue. Now that Chen Yue is in power, it is said that the old guys in the back garden will support him as the patriarch, and if the accounts are settled after the autumn, they will not be able to eat and walk around.

Chen Luan was about to refute, the green shadow at the gate of the courtyard swayed, and a young man in a green shirt walked over. I saw that his eyebrows were flying, his eyes were clear, and the corners of his mouth were smiling like a spring breeze, but his posture was like an iceberg, and his momentum was magnificent, which made people look up to him......

For a moment, everyone couldn't believe their eyes and couldn't help but freeze in place. Chen Yue met their fearful, doubtful, scrutinizing, or inquiring gazes, and said with a smile: "What's the matter today, didn't I return for half a month, and the meal has changed?"

There are fifteen tables of eight immortals in the room, and the tables are full of dishes, and the dishes and chopsticks are neatly stacked. Chen Luan then followed up with the hall and sneered: "If Brother Yue doesn't come, how dare we sit down! How many years of old rules, how can Brother Yue forget ...... himself?"

"Oh......" Chen Yue knew him, he was the son of the third master, and in the past, in order to please Chen Feng, he teased him a lot. More than a dozen people behind him were also playing behind Chen Feng's buttocks, and they all squeezed him, but they were all trembling at this time.

He glanced at everyone, understood what he meant, smiled and sat down at a table of eight immortals, his eyes lit up again, and said with a smile: "This dish is good, fried fish, duck soup, tamales...... Yo, and chicken thighs in sauce! Looks like your food was a lot better when I wasn't there!"

"Why did Brother Yue forget again?" Chen Luan came up and hugged his fists and said, "Since you were a child, you have always eaten like this......!" You used to be big fish and big meat every day, and you were all chickens, ducks, cows and sheep...... How many years of old rules, it's always been like this......"

"Oh, it seems that my memory is really not very good......" Chen Yue couldn't help but laugh, and his heart couldn't help but feel a little happy. After thinking about it, I was shocked again: "Could it be that people's joys, sorrows, and sorrows often depend on the attitudes of others? Could it be that in the past, I was just living for the attitudes of others?"

When the young men saw that he had also eaten this, they all breathed a sigh of relief, and then they all returned to everyone to enjoy dinner.

After eating Qiu Yu's craftsmanship, Chen Yue knew that the big kitchen in the east courtyard of the Chen Mansion was not very good. He ate a bowl of rice casually, then put down the chopsticks, and the rest of the people put down the chopsticks together, and he couldn't help but be surprised: "Why don't you eat it?"

Everyone was embarrassed, and Chen Luan sneered: "We are full......"

"Oh, since you're full, you guys should go back first......" Chen Yue smiled and waved his hand, picked up the wooden bowl again, and walked to the rice bucket to fill a bowl of rice.

"Uh......" The teenagers were stunned, it turned out that you put down the chopsticks to hold another bowl...... immediately looked at Chen Luan, and scolded in his heart. But the words had already been spoken, how could they dare to be presumptuous in front of Chen Yue, so they had to walk out of the dining hall in disgrace.

The sun had just set, and there was still a touch of red in the western sky, and the starlight was hazy. As soon as the young people walked into the woods, they exploded: "Chen Luan, don't talk nonsense if you don't know how to make sycophants!"

"Yes, even if you want to slap him Chen Yue, there is no such thing as you. Everyone is low and small in person, you are good, you drove yourself out!"

"Now that everyone is not full, what do you say!"

......

"You know ......" Chen Luan gasped to suppress his anger, frowned and asked: "How did you bully people in the past, he said that he had a bad memory, do you really think that people don't remember?"

Isn't it just a hungry stomach, we have to let him breathe this out, otherwise Chen Feng will be your role model! Whether you are hungry or beaten, you can choose for yourself, hum!" After speaking, he waved his sleeves and walked away, quite a "lack of vertical and conspiracy".

The young men were stunned for a moment, nodded after looking at each other, and then caught up and said, "Brother Luan!" "Please also ask Brother Luan to make a decision!" ......

Chen Yue retracted his consciousness, shook his head, and did not forget to reflect on himself: "In a real life, I must not live for the attitude of others, I should live for my own attitude......"

After dinner, it was already the time to hold the lamp, and he walked on the way back to "Wangyue Residence", and the lights in front of him were dim and hazy. The floral fragrance under the nose is dark, and the heart is excited. With the toad singing in his ears, the night was quiet, and his thoughts couldn't help but fall into thinking about life: "What kind of attitude should I have towards others, the world, and life......

Looking back, Mrs. Chen's attitude is that "life lies in 'movement', and happiness must be timely, regardless of the flood";

Chen Lian's father and son's attitude was "The Chen family will be mine sooner or later, and you all have to listen to me";

Shangguan Yan's attitude is: "I am a god if I am satisfied, and I am a demon when things go against my wishes." When I am God, the world is at peace, and when I am a demon, I destroy the world. Heaven and earth are the greatest, and if you can't destroy the sky, you will destroy yourself";

Zhou Qingxuan's attitude is "as long as I don't go to hell, anyone can go to hell";

As for Zhou Qingyun and Chun Chan, they don't seem to have any clear attitude......

After some comparison, Fang Fei's pure and beautiful shadow suddenly appeared in his heart: "This woman is not simple ......" As soon as his mind moved, his divine consciousness spread out again......

The main house in the main courtyard is brightly lit, but it can't pierce the overwhelming night. The maids were on duty, and the concubines gathered in the hall to look at each other and shed tears, and an inexplicable sadness overwhelmed people.

The old lady was lying on the big bed on the north side of the bedroom, nostrils facing the sky, panting, still unconscious. Chen Da, Chen Er, and Chen San still stood behind the tent like mud puppets, not leaving an inch. There was also an Arhat bed in front of the south window, and Fang Fei was taking out the futon from the cabinet, as if she was ready to rest here.

"Ah......" There was a weak hum in the room, and she was startled, and the old man opened his eyes at some point, and he couldn't help but feel a pang in his heart, and he was about to greet him.

Old Lady Chen's face twitched, her expression gradually became hideous, and her eyes suddenly shouted: "Chen Yue, kill-"

A momentum exploded, and the hall seemed to tremble. Chen Da, Chen Er, and Chen San's bodies shook, and they moved in response, and suddenly rushed out of the house like three black winds.

"Old man......" Fang Fei exclaimed, and in a blink of an eye, she saw that the old man's momentum was dissipated, and he closed his eyes again, obviously talking nonsense, and hurriedly rushed to the window and shouted: "Come back!" But there was still the shadow of the three people......

The women in the hall rushed to visit when they heard the sound, only to see that the old man was still lying motionless on the bed, all of them full of suspicion. Fang Fei said anxiously: "The old man woke up just now and wants to kill Young Master Yue, what can I do......

The women were startled and retreated, this old man is a master of the "late stage of Yijin", what if he makes a mistake and takes them under the knife. The ants are still stealing life, but they haven't lived enough, and it is said that no one who has a "stroke" knows anyone......

In the "Wangyue Residence", Chen Yue sat at the desk, watching Chen Da, Chen Er and Chen San walking through the wall and through the courtyard to him, he couldn't help but be surprised, and then sneered.

Chen Lian, who was practicing calligraphy on the side, was excited, and shrank and said, "Big brother, I'm so cold!"

"Let's go, big brother will take you to cut people!" Chen Yue snorted coldly and secretly summoned: "Ice Spirit!"

A purple butterfly appeared above his head out of thin air, and with a flap of wings, a cold air fell on him, condensing into a set of ice armor in the blink of an eye. A cold air dispersed, and a piece of frost immediately rose on the ground, and Chen Lie shivered again.

The butterfly then melted into the helmet, and the cold air subsided, and the armor glowed with a purple light, like a dream.

Chen Lie was dumbfounded, Chen Yue rushed out of the house and jumped onto the ridge of the roof, and when he raised his eyes, he saw three black shadows rushing towards the treetops, all of them were martial artists.

In the misty night, their eyes were dead gray, and they couldn't even see the slightest emotion. Their aura is also extremely gloomy, not at all like living people. Chen Yue thought of Jiang Zhong's refining corpse, but compared to refining corpses, they obviously had a little more spiritual wisdom.

The tower-like Chen Da met Chen Yue's clear gaze, his body trembled slightly, and his pupils twitched slightly, as if he was reluctant. His movements were not slow at all, as if there was another will to control his body, and that will was only under the orders of Old Lady Chen.

He stepped on the wall and kicked violently, raised his hand and pulled out a narrow bladed long knife, his body like a cannonball hit Chen Yue, and the long knife slashed down at Chen Yue's eyebrows. His hands trembled, and his eyes were full of struggle.

The other two also jumped through the wall, and their bodies rushed straight at Chen Yue like arrows from the string, and at the same time pulled out a dazzling dagger, and their eyes were full of murder.