Who Dares Slander My Senior Brother

Early autumn, dusk.

The sky is overcast, the clouds are drooping, and the sultry heat is breathless.

Looking out from the window, several mountain peaks are dark and unclear, and the mountain waterfalls are surging, seemingly to swallow people.

Suddenly, a thunder, the wind whistling!

Wen Jingding wind closed the violently vibrating window and the hair fluttered. He silently recited in his mouth and tried to calm down: "August 9th, dusk. August 9th, dusk..."

Lu Yunfei stared at him coldly: "Jinger, what do you say to yourself?"

Wen Jing turned and calmly looked at Lu Yunfei and said a word that made Lu Yunfei wait for several years: "Grandpa, I have already risen to the fourth floor."

Lu Yunfei’s eyes were slightly bright, and the ecstasy flashed past, but it fainted, and a false surprise was gathered on his face: “Good! There is a good future! Grandpa will take you to Fuyang Town tomorrow!”

After all, if there is no eyebrows.

... Hey, this complicated mood.

Wen Jing can see his embarrassment. After all, it is against the sky, the probability of failure is too high, Lu Yunfei is afraid of death for a lifetime, now I can not go up and down?

He said with pleasure: "Then I went to bed first."

"... Yeah, get up early tomorrow."

Wen Jing turned and just had to go back to his small room, but there was a cool breeze behind him. The dry, wrinkled hand is usually placed on his shoulder, like the human bone that climbed out of the grave, and the body's hair is erected.

Lu Yunfei and Yan said in a desolate manner: "Jinger, we haven't chatted for a long time, let's talk tonight."

This tone could not be resisted. Wen Jing got a goose bump and had to take a deep breath and sit down: "What does Grandpa want to talk about?"

Lu Yunfei slowly walked around, lit up an oil lamp, and the thin figure pulled down a long shadow in the dim light.

The wind and the rain slammed the window, killing.

He seems to be immersed in the past, the old turbid eyes and half hanging, slowly opening: "Jinger, grandfather raised you for more than ten years, will you be good?"

"Nature is good."

"Do you know who is Grandpa's father?"

The black shadow on the wall swayed with the swaying lights, which was as scary as ghosts.

"Grandfather? Who is it?"

"Grandpa's father is the ancient mirror-study elder, the mountain of the road! Have you heard of it?"

The road is full of wrinkles, the face is soft, and the eyes are overflowing.

Wen Jing stayed.

Why is this important thing not written in the book?

In the middle, Lu Yunfei is a cannon fodder, and the text introduces him to raise his grandson to take care of him. However, he has nothing to say about his life.

How can a cannon fodder come so big? The mountain of the road is the only wood-based Tianling root among the five major sects. It entered the Golden Age in less than one hundred years and turned out to be the father of this old ghost!

Lu Yunfei's eyes are dimmed and revealing the color of embarrassment and pain: "Unfortunately, my qualifications are not good. From birth, his eyes are only my three brothers. I have never seen me before. Even the lessons have never been blamed. Jinger, grandpa’s pain, do you know?”

Wen Jing silently lowered his head and did not speak.

Lu Yunfei was excited: "I don't accept it. I am also his son. Why is he doing this to me? My brother was ten years old when he was fifteen, and he angered him. My brother didn't make a living. But I Twenty years old, but he didn't even know what I was doing! One day, I would raise my eyebrows and ask him to regret it! Let him look at this son who can't even name his name, how--"

Speaking of a sharp cough.

Wen Jing is silent and does not move.

Lu Yun fluttered his hand and pulled out a black plaque from his arms, like gold and gold, like wood and wood. There were tear marks on his eyes, and the lines on his face were soft, and he recovered his previous harmony. Lu Yunfei gently held the wrist of Wen Jing: "Jinger, Grandpa, etc. have to do one thing. If Grandpa is dead, you can take this token to the ancient mirror to find your grandfather. Although he does not have to remember I, but you are also a descendant of the road family, he will not care. Not to mention your qualifications -"

Having said that, Lu Yunfei looked at Wen Jing greedily, his eyes circling, and his faint light.

Wen Jing sneered in his heart.

If Lu Yunfei succeeds in winning, his own life is not guaranteed. If Lu Yunfei fails to win, he will give him a sign in his home and report the funeral!

He looked at Lu Yunfei's hand, the dead-like fingers, like to **** away the young in his body.

"Jinger, have you heard that?"

Wen Jing slowly pulled out his wrist and whispered, "I am afraid of the heart of death, everyone has it. Now I finally know the reason why Grandpa wants to win. But I, I have never encountered such disgusting feelings like you." People."

Lu Yunfei stayed for a moment: "What do you say?"

Wen Jing has already rushed out to the door and screamed and shouted: "God! God fairy! Help! God fairy!"

**********I am the dividing line**********

The dark clouds in the sky are rolling and coming.

The rain is coming, and the winds of the sky are thundering.

Three people stood on the clear mountain spring of the village.

The elegant scholar is dressed in a white shirt and looks handsome. It looks like twenty-seven. His eyes were swept away and fell on the stone tablet at the entrance of the village. Shen Shen said: "Qingquan Village... It’s too late, stay overnight in this village tonight.”

The gray-clothed boy looks pretty, about seventeen or eighty years old, but looks like a scorpion, slowly saying: "Yes, the master is wise."

Standing next to him, a slender man, a plain Tsing Yi, was wet by the rain and said quietly: "I will see if anyone is willing to take us."

The gray-clothed boy took a slow step: "Four brothers, the last time and the three brothers passed by here, a few chopping woods to see if we can go to the wind, we are gods, we have unreasonable ?"

The young man in white is screaming at the corner: "...even said that he is a god, really..." shameless.

The people in the village have already returned home to hide from the rain, leaving only a few children to stare at them at the end of the village.

In the dark, several people's long hair danced in the wind.

The Tsing Yi men walked slowly and passed through several households without stopping. I was about to knock on the door and ask, suddenly, there was a cry from the boy. The voice panic is sharp, abrupt, and almost desperate.

"God! God fairy! Help!"

The gray-clothed boy suddenly said: "Who is calling for help?"

The white man's face changed, flying in front of him, kicking the door of a family and rushing in.

The Tsing Yi man came instantly and looked coldly into the yard.

On the ground was a young boy with mud, a yellow shimmer was desperately trying to squeeze into the boy.

"God's brother! Help!" The boy's face was pale and extremely painful. The yellow shimmer was like a sharp sword, stabbing on his body.

"Quiet!" The gray-haired boy made a cry, but it still sounded unhurried.

Immediately, a white light is not known from who's hand, and it is too late to hit the light yellow light group!

Silently, the two groups of light collided together, igniting a beautiful aperture, and the surroundings were like white. In an instant, the aperture disappeared, and it seemed that the power was exhausted and scattered.

Wen Jing’s face was full of mud, and his forehead was sweating. Looking at it with a squint, the body of an old man was leaning next to him, and a short sword was inserted in the abdomen, which was slowly getting cold and stiff.

It’s really a thousand miles...

The Tsing Yi man was covered in rain. He walked in slowly and touched the old man’s body: "Suicide and death, the gods are out, and they want to win."

He aimed at Jingwen Jing: "Who is this person?"

Wen Jing looked at him dumbly.

The rain ran down the face of the man in Tsing Yi. The bottom of the ice contained ice, and the thin lips were ruthless. The facial features were separated by some chills. They gathered together, but they were like a spring breeze. They were gentle colors like the night moon.

The man stood here as if he had walked out of the painting and made the horrible yard softer.

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