According to the people got up to serve tea and cakes to everyone, and the people gradually let go, talking about ideals and aspirations!

When everyone was talking happily, Zhuge Chunqiu said loudly: "There are all kinds of incense and candles here, why don't you make friends here!"

This suggestion was well received!

Yiren was pleasantly surprised: "Young master, is it okay to be human?" After speaking, he looked at him expectantly.

Zhuge Chunqiu was dumbfounded for a while, and said, "Don't you want to stay with your mother?

When the people heard this, their expectant eyes dimmed, and their eyes were full of tears.

"Who said that I let Yiren stay with me? Who said that she can't roam the rivers and lakes?" A series of questions came from outside the door, and everyone looked out of the door, only to see Nangong Yuru coming, walking elegantly and calmly.

"Aunt Nangong (mother) is good!" everyone hurriedly got up and said hello.

"Qiu'er! I will follow you in the future, don't bully her! Although she is my daughter-in-law, I have always treated her as my own daughter over the years!" Nangong Yuru's tone was calm and soft, but she could not refuse.

Zhuge Chunqiu was dumbfounded! Jian Chengcheng covered his mouth and snickered, after this time of getting along, they were already like sisters.

"Mother!" Zhuge Chunqiu and Yiren shouted at the same time.

Nangong Yuru's embroidered eyebrows frowned slightly, and with a wave of her jade hand, she said impatiently: "Okay!

Seeing everyone sit down! Nangong Yuyu sat down in the first seat, his brows furrowed, and he fell into memory. The atmosphere instantly became dull. After a long time, Nangong Yuru said quietly: "I didn't expect that after so many years, the descendants of Siqi would come together!

"Four odds?" Zhong Yin couldn't help but exclaim!

"Yes, except for you, they are all the descendants of Siqi back then!" Nangong Yuru looked pained and sighed.

Zhong Yin was dumbfounded, got up and arched his hand: "Zhong Yin has something to retire, Wangnangong Aunt Mo Yan is surprised!"

Nangong Yuru shook her head slightly and said, "Since you are friends of the eight worships, it doesn't hurt you to know about this!"

Hearing this, Zhong Yin nodded and sat down.

Zhuge Chunqiu frowned, paused, and said, "Why is there no record of this in Xingchen Pavilion? Who is Xue Linglong? What is the relationship with Xingchen Pavilion, and what is the entanglement with his father?"

Hearing Zhuge Chunqiu's words, Nangong Yuxiao's delicate body trembled, her eyes were confused, as if she was stuck in a memory, and said with tenderness on her face: "I am Xue Linglong! The reason why Xingchen Pavilion has no record of this aspect is because it is forbidden by me!"

Zhuge Chunqiu looked at Nangong Yuru in a daze, and said softly for a while: "Sure enough, it's you!"

Nangong Yuru smiled slightly, her eyes were full of love, she sorted out her thoughts, and then said: "Back then! The four of us roamed the rivers and lakes, and acted chivalrous and righteous! The eldest brother is Wuji, he is good at using the sword, and the family heirloom sword method and sword thirteen styles, only attacking but not defending. The sword is accompanied by people, and the sword in his hand wins his life. Only the attack does not need to be defended, and the sword stops until death. ”

"Father!" Sword Allure and Sword Wuxian exclaimed in a lost voice.

Nangong Yuru nodded slightly, and said with a lonely expression: "Yes, he is your father!"

After a pause for a long time, as if sorting out his thoughts, in the bamboo building, only the sword fell into the city and the sound of the sword crying softly, and the sharp breathing of the sword without injury.

"The second sister is oriental and gentle, good at music and rhythm, and a seven-string guqin. A song and seven strings kill, life and death are up to her. With a flick of his fingers, reincarnation Su's subordinates!" Speaking of this, Nangong Yuru glanced at Yiren deeply, and said with tears in the corners of her eyes: "Yiren, you are her daughter!

Yiren was already in tears at this moment.

Zhuge Chunqiu stood up silently, walked to the side of the person gently, raised his hand, but didn't know how to comfort him, and froze in place.

Nangong Yuru saw all this in her eyes, shook her head slightly, and sighed in her heart: "Why are you so stupid?"

"Brother Chunqiu, I'm fine, thank you!" Dongfang Yiren raised his head, with a pretty face with pear blossoms and rain, looking at Zhuge Chunqiu and smiling.

"Uhh

Looking at Zhuge Chunqiu, who turned around and returned to his seat, Dongfang Yiren's eyes revealed a trace of loneliness.

"The third brother Qian Kongtong is good at secret weapons. Brother Confucius, please discern it. The money in the hands of the king of Hades, please go to Huangquan! The people in the rivers and lakes call it Qian Yanluo!" Nangong Yuru became emotional and angry.

"Fourth sister, after so many years, you are still lingering!" a hearty voice came from the bamboo building.

Nangong Yuyu suddenly got up, looked out of the door, and saw an old man with a slightly chubby figure, holding a golden silk nanmu cane, and wearing a brocade robe, walking slowly.

"Third brother!" Nangong Yuru's figure moved, appeared beside the visitor, gently helped the visitor, and walked into the bamboo building.

"Qian Gu Lord..."Zhuge Chunqiu never thought that it would be him who appeared in front of him, a Qian Gu Lord who regarded Nangong Yuyu and Xingchen Pavilion as enemies and opposed Xingchen Pavilion everywhere, and even heard that on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month every year, Nangong Yuyu would leave for a day to pray for forgiveness, but a character who had not been seen for more than ten years would appear here.

It's no wonder that his mother defends him everywhere and doesn't allow everyone in Xingchen Pavilion to be his enemy, but he never imagined that the old man who has no internal strength and even half a point worse than ordinary people will be the third uncle in his mother's mouth!

"Qiu'er, it's not big or small! Hurry up and call the third uncle" Nangong Yuyu heard this, and opened his mouth to reprimand angrily.

Zhuge Chunqiu had cold sweat on his forehead! Why did he call out, his expression was embarrassed, and he said respectfully: "The little nephew Zhuge Chunqiu has seen the third uncle, and he has offended a lot, look at the third uncle Haihan!"

The crowd also saluted!

"Hahahaha!Fourth sister, what do you do with all that red tape, I'm just a waste!" Qian Duoduo waved his hand, not caring at all.

After Qian Duoduo kindly beckoned everyone to sit down, he stared at Nangong Yuru for a long time, and Nangong Yuru was embarrassed before he said in a deep voice: "Fourth sister, have you really decided?"

Nangong Yuru's expression changed slightly, and then she said firmly: "Qiu'er, they have also grown up, and they have endured for so many years, third brother, are you still willing to endure it? Besides, does the third brother really think that this is the end? If so, the third brother will fall out with the little sister, and for more than ten years, there are very few time to meet." ”

Zhuge Chunqiu, they suddenly felt an invisible depression! Although they didn't know what Nangong Yuyu was talking about, it was certain that this matter involved a lot beyond imagination.

"Hahahaha!" Qian Duoduo suddenly stood up, threw away his crutches, looked up and laughed, tears laughing!

Everyone looked at him in shock.

"After enduring it for so many years, the little ones of the year have grown up! It's time for the event!" Qian Duoduo's face was hideous, and his tone was resolute.

Nangong Yuyu looked at the back of the third brother and burst into tears, all these years, the third brother has suffered! For those who practice martial arts, the pain of losing their skills and becoming a waste person can be called life is worse than death.