Gu Jianhan was sobbing sadly in front of Gu Tian's tomb, a dignified seven-foot man, if it wasn't for his heartache, how could he clear his tears. He has always been known for his coldness in Yizong, and it seems that his expression has never been described by the word "cold". It is precisely because of his cold face that it is difficult for ordinary people to know his heart.

All who only know that there is "one idiot and one drunk" in Yizong, the ancient sword is obsessed with the sword, and the drunken king is drunk with wine. Therefore, if you talk about the way of the sword, it should be that the ancient sword is extremely cold, and if you talk about the way of wine, the drunken king should not let it go.

It's just that these two people are too low-key, among the disciples of Yi Zong, "Wutan Sword" Slashing Longzi and "Kunwu Sword" Fuziting can be described as "high-end atmosphere and grade", "Qianqiu Sword" Gu Jianhan, and "Golden Bottle" Drunken Jun can be described as "low-key luxury with connotation".

The sword of the ancient sword and the wine of the drunken monarch can be regarded as a great talk of Yi Zong. Although there are a large number of people who use swords in Yizong, the sword of Gu Jian Han is as its name suggests, and the cold is pressing.

Such a low-key and cold seven-foot man knelt down in front of his father's grave like this, letting the tears run wild.

Mu Furong, Drunken Jun, Long Tingyu, Yao Shenwu, and Desolate Descendants who were standing on the side couldn't help but be sad, and they couldn't help but bow their heads in silence. Only the drunken gentleman pours wine vigorously, no matter at any time, in the world of the drunken gentleman, only wine is the best companion.

I don't know how many hours Gu Jianhan has been sad, his indifferent expression, staring at the tombstone on that side, staring at the loess. His face was as pale as death, without the slightest superfluous look.

Mu Furong finally couldn't help it, and dodged out with Drunken Jun, Long Tingyu, Yao Shenwu, and Desolate Descendants, and strode to the tomb. She frowned tightly and said with concern: "Third Senior Brother, the wood is already in the boat, don't be too sad, pay attention to your body." ”

Gu Jianhan was still unmoved, the coldness on his face, coupled with his look like earth ash at this time, was like snowflakes floating in the hazy sky. An inexplicable poignant tragedy.

"Third Senior Brother, we all know that you are sad, but, after all, Shizun has passed away, or Shizun has his considerations, you have to cheer up. Long Tingyu put the paper folding fan together, which was also comforting.

"Yes, Third Senior Brother, no matter what. You and our brothers and sisters! No matter what happens, we'll spend it together. Yao Shenwu, who was silent, was also relieved.

Gu Jianhan turned a blind eye and slowly stood up. A dejected look. Step by step, he moved his steps with difficulty, and walked out of the cemetery.

Mu Furong and the other five people looked at each other, not knowing what to say, so they had to follow Gu Jianhan out of the cemetery.

Gu Jian was silent, and walked towards the mountain stream step by step, towards the main hall of the Yuan Ministry. Walked to the bedroom of the disciple of the Yuan Division, walked to his bedroom, gently pushed the door open, and after entering, closed the door tightly.

Mu Furong and the other five followed. They were all amazed.

"Seventh Senior Sister, there won't be any problems with these three senior brothers, right?" said the Wild Descent anxiously.

Mu Hibiscus frowned. She couldn't figure out what this Gu Jian Han was thinking, she sighed: "I don't know, I've never seen the third senior brother so depressed, I hope he can get through this pass!"

Drunken Jun raised his head and poured a sip of wine, and said faintly: "Go back, I will stay here to take care of the third senior brother, if he makes any changes, I will stop him." ”

"I'll stay with the fourth senior brother!" said the desolate descendant, gloomily.

Long Tingyu and Yao Shenwu also said in unison: "Let's stay too, Seventh Senior Sister, you go back and rest first!"

Mu Furong nodded, "Hmm", "The third senior brother will be handed over to you, I have to go and guard the ninth junior brother's alchemy, and don't let anyone disturb him to refine the medicine." ”

Long Tingyu said calmly: "Yan'er and the little junior sister have passed, they haven't seen the sect master for the past two days, and they are all clamoring to find the sect master. It is estimated that there is nothing to do on the sect master's side, and at present, it is you, the seventh senior sister, who can be the master. ”

Mu Furong bowed her head and said, "It's okay, it's nothing, if there is anything, you can also ask Uncle Qi for help." I really didn't expect that at this time, the crazy Taoist Zhang Fang would find it. You also have to beware of that crazy man Zhang Fang, I'm afraid he will come to find trouble. ”

"Don't worry, Seventh Senior Sister, I'll be wary of him!" Although Drunken Jun took another sip of wine, he was more sober than anyone else, and he was used to thinking calmly under the influence of alcohol.

"Furong, how is Jian Han?" At this time, Qi Fang, the head of the Yi Department, and several other heads of the sect came to the door of the Yuan Ministry's disciple's bedroom, and Qi Fang asked Mu Furong from afar.

Mu Furong sighed and said, "Senior Uncle Qi, the third senior brother went to the tomb of Master Houshan, and after he came back, he locked himself in the house. I'm worried that the third senior brother will not ......"

Qi Fang raised his hand and confidently interrupted Mu Furong's words, and said with a light smile: "Furong, don't you know Jian Han after all these years? Although he is cold in character, I believe that he can still overcome this hurdle." ”

Luo Bing, the head of the line, had a solemn face, "Senior Brother Qi, why does he recognize this child in the father-son relationship between this sect master and Jian Han for twenty years?"

"Alas, Senior Sister Luo, you don't know anything, why doesn't Senior Brother want to recognize Jian Han! It's just that this is Jian Han's mother's request before she died, I hope Jian Han won't cause a burden to Senior Brother. Therefore, let his father and son not recognize each other, over the years, the senior brother didn't want to recognize Jian Han, but he agreed to Jian Han's mother. Qi Fang sighed.

Luo Bing sighed: "This Jian Han is too cruel, so that his father and son have been under the same roof for more than 20 years, and they can't recognize each other, and when they know the truth, they are already separated by yin and yang." It's not fair to this kid Jian Han!"

Qi Fang nodded and said, "Yes, this is indeed unfair to Jian Han. Just let this kid be quiet, and you all go back!"

The rest of the heads dispersed, Mu Furong also left, and she walked towards the Tang Feng alchemy room.

Outside Gu Jianhan's bedroom, Drunken Jun, Long Tingyu, Yao Shenwu, and Desolate Descendants all stood outside the door, waiting.

In the bedroom, Gu Jianhan looked depressed, sitting at the table, he only had silent tears at the moment, feeling that the whole world was gray. He couldn't understand why Gu Tian didn't recognize him? This trick of fate made him live with his biological father for more than 20 years, and he actually missed the recognition in this way.

Why? Why is that? There was a series of question marks in his head, too many questions that could not be answered.

In the past 20 years, he has never regarded himself as an orphan, and he has never thought that he has a father, and this sudden truth makes him too difficult to accept.

He sat upright for a night, early in the morning, the sun was rising, and outside the bedroom, the four of Drunken Jun, Long Tingyu, Yao Shenwu, and Desolate were awakened from their crooked sleep by a "creaking" sound of opening the door.

Drunken Jun was the first to stand up, and when he saw Gu Jianhan's expression, he walked out of the bedroom.

Then, Long Tingyu, Yao Shenwu, and the Desolate Descendants all stood up and greeted them.

"Third Senior Brother, it's morning!" said the Wasteland smiled and bowed in greeting.

Gu Jianhan's eyes were pitch black, panda-like eyes, deaf to deaf ears, and he moved his steps dejectedly, walked out of the main hall of the Yuan Department, and walked towards the mountain behind Qianyuan Peak.

The desolate descendant scratched the back of his head, looked at the three of Drunken Jun, Long Tingyu and Yao Shenwu, and said puzzledly: "Where are you going, Third Senior Brother?"

Long Tingyu shook the paper folding fan and said calmly: "He wants to go to Yizong's cemetery, and he still goes to the tomb of his master." ”

"Let's go, follow!" Drunken Jun took a sip of wine and said resolutely.

The other three had no choice but to agree and followed.

The four of them followed Gu Jianhan all the way to the back mountain of Qingqiu Mountain, Yizong Cemetery, and sure enough, after Gu Jianhan walked into the cemetery, he walked straight to Gu Tian's tomb. He didn't say a word, his knees "plopped" and knelt down in front of Gu Tian's tomb, with a pair of wooden looks, staring at the tombstone on that side, staring at the pile of loess, and weeping.

After the drunken monarch and the other four arrived, the desolate descendant said suspiciously: "What kind of trouble is this going on, Third Senior Brother? ”

"Yes!" Drunken Jun breathed a sigh of relief, "It would be nice if the Ninth Senior Brother wasn't in retreat to refine the elixir." He must have a way to get the third senior brother back on his feet. ”

Long Tingyu suddenly said: "But the seventh senior sister said that the ninth junior brother needs to retreat and practice for seven days and seven nights before he can refine the pill well. ”