Although he was nine points sure that this old man was his grandfather Wen Ting, Yun Feiyu still stubbornly did not shout out the grandfather, the blood relatives of people are strange and unspeakable, Yun Feiyu has a grudge against his grandfather, and even more admiration, especially when he heard that his grandfather was quite sentimental about his mother's death, Yun Feiyu's heart was touched, but he had already defected from the west wind, and the Wen family was still a powerful person in the west wind, so Yun Feiyu endured not to recognize each other.

Although Wen Ting is the king of the north, the Wen family is a hundred-year-old family, and there are many children and grandchildren in the west wind, and he can't ignore the interests of the huge family for the sake of a grandson, Yun Feiyu has offended the king and the saint in person, Wen Ting really wants to take him in, the resistance in that clan must be not small, even so Wen Ting still has a heart, but Yun Feiyu has no intention, the old man Wen Ting can only leave gloomily, and see each other as if they are not seen!

Since Wen Ting left, Yun Feiyu's mood was even lower, and when he entered Hejun near Xijing, Yun Feiyu was often stunned, and he didn't know what he was thinking in a trance, and the atmosphere of the group was relatively dull, only a pair of well-behaved and sensible sons and daughters could make Yun Feiyu smile a little.

West Wind Kyoto West Beijing Beijing North Corner Leaning on Jingnan Mountain, this day Yun Feiyu and his entourage came to the foot of Jingnan Mountain, it was noon, there was a small town at the foot of Jingnan Mountain, everyone dined in a restaurant in the town, because there were more merchants coming and going, the restaurant business was good, there were many high-rollers wearing swords in the building to drink wine and eat meat and talk about it, and so Yun Feiyu and his party entered the building, most of the diners were shocked by Lan Xue'er's stunning color, and suddenly fell silent for a while.

Lan Xue'er was accustomed to it and wanted to go upstairs to pack a private room, but the private room in the restaurant was already full, and Yun Feiyu's group of people could only pack two tables in the window on the second floor, a table for a few women, Yun Feiyu and Duan Fangping, Lin Quan, two children and a coachman, ordered a meal and waited for the little second brother to serve the food, and the conversation between two high-rollers at the adjacent table attracted the attention of Yun Feiyu and others.

One of the two high-rollers was fat and the other was slightly thin, and the fat one said: "I really didn't expect that the Shuangsha of Naling Island would also come to grab this seven-leaf purple lingzhi, it's really fucking unlucky!"

The thin man continued: "Yes! These two old monsters have disappeared from the rivers and lakes for more than ten years, and this time they are quick to start with the smell of fish!"

The fat man's face was hesitant, and he said: "This time, thanks to the big brother's quick opportunity, otherwise the treasure would have been injured in the hands of those two old monsters, and it would have been a big loss!"

The thin man was also happy, nodded and said: "These two old monsters are really ruthless, they actually killed for the Seven Leaf Purple Lingzhi, and there are not a few people who died on the top of the South Mountain!"

The two sighed a few more words, raised their glasses and touched each other, as if they were glad that they would not die, Yun Feiyu's pretty face on Zhao Qingyu's side became bloodless, she was worried about her father Zhao Zhonghao, got up, came to the table of the fat and thin two, and asked with red eyes: "Are you talking about the seven-leaf purple lingzhi escorted by the Tianlong Dart Bureau?"

The fat and thin two were stunned for a moment, and turned their faces to see that this was an extremely handsome guy, but the fat powder was too heavy, what did a big man look like with tears in his eyes, and the fat man frowned and said, "Who are you?"

Lan Xue'er also stood up at this time and came to Zhao Qingyu's side, and said with a smile: "The slave sister and brother are from Taicheng, younger brother, he heard the two heroes talking about the rivers and lakes just now, he has worshiped the old hero Zhao of the Tianlong Dart Bureau since he was a child, so he took the liberty of disturbing, and asked the two heroes to forgive me!"

The fat and thin two looked at Lan Xue'er, and their bones were crispy by several catties, and the fat man laughed and said, "It's easy to say!" Since this little brother is curious, then our brother will tell him." ”

The thin man was full of smiles, and coughed in his throat, and said: "This seven-leaf purple lingzhi is a rare treasure, it is said that ordinary people can not only eliminate all diseases, but also prolong life, that is really valuable, this time the dragon dart bureau Zhao Zhonghao escorted this treasure somehow leaked the news, black and white are well known, attracted many people's hearts, many people on the rivers and lakes gathered together to surround the head of Zhao Zhonghao's dart on the South Mountain, this is the top of the South Mountain!"

The fat man remembered that there were so many black and white people on the top of Nanshan Mountain in order to snatch treasures, and now he was still a little afraid, their two brothers had weak skills, and this time they went to Nanshan only to give their eldest brother strong and mighty, who thought that so many big people in the rivers and lakes suddenly came, and the three brothers hid when they saw the opportunity, and the three brothers had been in the rivers and lakes for so many years, and they could keep the head of Xiang Shang from losing it all by recognizing the situation and being willing to face.

Lan Xue'er smiled lightly and asked, "Is he okay with Old Zhao Dart?"

The fat man shook his head and sighed: "The food of the dart line is not delicious! Zhao Zhonghao, the famous knife of Youjun, is really planted at home this time, not to mention that the dart has not been saved, not to mention that there is not even a corpse left!"

Zhao Qingyu was so shocked that she almost fainted, her eyes were dark, her body shook a few times, fortunately she was supported by Lan Xue'er, she barely fainted, tears slipped down her eyes, and she sobbed: "What the hell is going on?"

The fat man looked up at the young man crying sadly, and felt a little sympathetic in his heart, and replied: "Not to mention that the two old monsters on the top of the South Mountain Peak Lingdao robbed the seven-leaf purple lingzhi, they also shook Zhao Lao Dart to death with a palm, and the corpse was also kicked into the abyss by them!"

Reconfirmed the death of her father Zhao Zhonghao, Zhao Qingyu finally fainted with her eyes rolled, Lan Xue'er could only hug her, He'er also hurried over to help, and hurriedly pinched her and shouted at the restaurant guy, the fat and thin two also stood up anxiously, I don't understand how much this young guy worships Zhao Zhonghao, how can he suddenly faint!

Zhao Qingyu just couldn't stand the blow and fainted, she woke up with little effort and didn't work hard to wake up, and when she opened her eyes and saw Lan Xue'er next to her, Lan Xue'er was like her only relative in the world at this time, Zhao Qingyu straightened up and hugged Lan Xue'er and cried mournfully, her voice was as sad as a cuckoo crying blood, which made people unbearable to hear it, this meal was inedible, Yun Feiyu and a few people stood up, dropped the meal money and went downstairs, and took Zhao Qingyu to Nanshan.

The main peak of Jingnan Mountain, Nanshan is hundreds of zhang high, know the specific location from the fat and thin two mouths, look down at the top of the mountain, a cloud and mist, the bottom is not visible, and the surrounding curved peaks are surrounded, and the deep cliff here seems to be headless and tailless, and it is impossible to even go down to find the body of Zhao Lao's dart!

Zhao Qingyu knelt on the top of the mountain and cried mournfully, Lan Xue'er whispered beside her to persuade her, after so many days of getting along, Lan Xue'er really loved Zhao Qingyu as a sister, this girl was innocent and kind in her heart, without a little scheming, and she really admired Lan Xue'er, which made people feel distressed!

Zhao Qingyu has been crying for nearly two hours, and finally was barely persuaded by Lan Xue'er to cry, took her down the mountain, and became a little muddy, Yun Feiyu and a few people felt uncomfortable when they saw it, at this time it was going to be dark, and the group lived in the town, Lan Xue'er accompanied Zhao Qingyu all night, kept explaining her, and finally mentioned that she would find the Lingdao Shuangsha in the future to avenge her father, Zhao Qingyu barely recovered a little spirit, she looked at Lan Xue'er with tears in her eyes, and relied on Lan Xue'er in her heart!

Zhao Qingyu lost her mother since she was a child, and was raised by her father Zhao Zhonghao in the deep boudoir in every way, except for practicing martial arts, she rarely did anything else, and she never asked more about the dart game, and she didn't have much contact with people, so that she was not like the daughter of a big man in the rivers and lakes but like a lady, she only had the chivalrous heart taught by her father when she grew up, but she was still weak and liked to rely on others, and Lan Xueer became her biggest reliance at this time.

Lan Xue'er is an extremely assertive and strong personality, since Zhao Qingyu trusts her, then Lan Xue'er does not waste time, but also for Zhao Qingyu's consideration, the two discussed overnight, Zhao Qingyu resolutely decided that the real seven-leaf purple Lingzhi on her body will not be sent to the original Xijing Prince's Mansion, and she will not return to Taicheng, because she understands that without her father Zhao Zhonghao, she is even more powerless to resist the ghost king Zhu Xing, and she will not do anything, her father Zhao Zhonghao died for the seven-leaf purple Lingzhi, how could she let the seven-leaf purple Lingzhi return to Zhu Xing and others!

When dawn came, everything was settled, Lan Xue'er finally succeeded in abducting Zhao Qingyu and Seven-Leaf Purple Lingzhi back to Zhouguo, she had other plans in her heart, and did not mention the matter of Seven-Leaf Purple Lingzhi to Yun Feiyu, she heard Duan Fangping mention that Duan Fangrui's master needed Qiye Purple Lingzhi to save people, so Lan Xue'er wanted to learn more about the Duanfang family through Qiye Purple Lingzhi, of course, there was no need to let Yun Feiyu know about these.

After stopping in this town at the foot of Nanshan for two days, Zhao Qingyu changed into a filial piety shirt, carved a spiritual position for his deceased father Zhao Zhonghao, took it with him, and the group set off for Xijing.

Four years later, when he re-entered Xifeng Beijing, everything was already wrong, Yun Feiyu stood on the long street, looking at the bustling crowd and feeling a lot of emotion, thinking that no one still remembered the general Yunluo back then, and no one could remember Yun Feiyu, the little overlord in Beijing!

Everyone can understand the emotional entanglement in Yun Feiyu's heart, and found an inn to live in, Yun Feiyu said that he wanted to go out alone, although Tianshui Lanxin and the other women were worried, they also knew that Yun Feiyu needed a person's space at this time, and even Duan Fangrui didn't pester him this time, Yun Feiyu smiled faintly and stepped out.

After walking through a few streets, he came to a street near Yunfu, Yun Feiyu walked slowly, some of the shops on the left and right of the long street had changed their owners' storefronts, and some were still the same as a few years ago, and even the owners of some shops still made Yun Feiyu look a little familiar, and the name was on his lips but he couldn't shout, and Yun Feiyu was afraid that no one would be able to recognize him at this time.

With a faint wry smile on his face, he didn't know what it was like, Yun Feiyu's footsteps became slower and slower, and finally he returned to the place where the dream lingered step by step, and when he looked up, the original home seemed to have not been inhabited by anyone over the years, the door was closed, green moss had grown in front of the stage, the iron ring on the door had rusted, and the courtyard wall had collapsed a little in some places.

This Yun Mansion was originally the ancestral home of the Yun family, Yun Feiyu was rescued by Huer Xuelian and there was no news, Zhu Gan, the lord of the West Wind Country, felt a little guilty about the Yun family in his heart, so he did not give the order to take it back and then transfer it to others, of course, he would not send someone to take care of it, such a large mansion has been abandoned all these years.

At the beginning, Yun Feiyu wanted to sacrifice his life to intercept and kill Zhu Xing, and locked the gate of Yunfu before leaving, for so many years, the iron lock was rusty, and Yun Feiyu had no key on his body, he didn't want to break the iron lock, and saw that there was no one left and right, so he jumped over the wall and entered the mansion, because there were official residences nearby, so there were no homeless lonely people or thieves who could steal into Yunfu for so many years, except for more wild grass in the mansion, everything seemed to have not changed much from when Yun Feiyu left.

Yun Feiyu went to the main hall first, the parents' spiritual position was still enshrined, but a lot of dust had been accumulated, the candles on both sides had already burned out, only the dusty candlesticks were left, Yun Feiyu gently wiped the parents' spirit card with tears, kowtowed respectfully in front of the parents' spirits, kowtowed and lay on the ground and cried, I don't know how long it took, the tears stopped slightly, and knelt in front of the spirit, Yun Feiyu whispered to himself, and talked about all kinds of things over the years, although he didn't believe in ghosts and gods, but at this time he hoped that his parents would have a spirit in the sky, and they could know that he was doing well, very good.

After paying tribute to his parents, Yun Feiyu withdrew from the main hall, came to the room where his parents were alive, saw things and thought about people, and wept again, and came to the study, everything in it was the same, and even the book of "Military Strategy" written by Gongsun San was still in its original position, Yun Feiyu took it and turned it gently, remembering the days of copying books in the past, his mother was always with him, and his heart was extremely sad, but the corners of his mouth were with a shallow smile.

When he waited in his room, he remembered that he had married Chu Rou here, and that the husband and wife had always competed for the bed in the past two years, Yun Feiyu smiled and cried, remembering that he had hidden Chu Rou's saber Qinglian Sword in the pool in the back garden, he came to the back garden and dug out the box with the Qinglian Sword Field in the corner of the pool, which was wrapped in oilcloth, the Qinglian Sword was still the same as before, and the sheath was pulled out with a cold air, Yun Feiyu's sadness in his heart was slightly reduced, and he looked at the Qinglian Sword and said: "You have been covered with dust for so many years, it should be time to be born!"

There are still ashes of his mother Wen Lanxiu hidden in the rockery in the back garden, but Yun Feiyu doesn't want to take them out, thinking that his father's bones are left in Luoyun Lake, and his mother can't be buried with his father, so he will just keep it quietly in this cloud mansion, and one day he will return to Xijing, and then he will definitely let the whole Xijing be buried for his mother!