Fantasy World Card Longevity

Chapter 205 15 years

Thinking of Lang Jing, Sister Mei's eyes flashed with pain, and at the same time she knew that what Zhong Ci said was right, but she still couldn't watch her son being beaten: "I know, but...but he is my son, Seeing him in such pain, I...I really can't bear it."

"Ugh!"

Seeing Sister Mei's hesitant appearance, Zhong Ci breathed a sigh of relief, then looked sharply at Lang Ming below, and said sternly: "Did you hear me, I'm doing this for your own good, do you still seriously study in the future? "

"Read~" Lang Ming's voice was full of tears.

"Don't you think about Xia Lan anymore?"

"Think...don't want to" Lang Ming just wanted to say yes, but Zhong Ci gave a cold snort, and he quickly changed his words.

Snapped!
"Why did you hit me again?"

"This is to make you remember the pain now."

Zhong Ci threw the bamboo whip, and then said to the servant standing beside him.

"Untie him, then stare at him, let him read, and punish him not to eat today. Unless he can recite ten ancient poems, no one will give him food."

The two servants standing next to him rushed up and let the trembling Lang Ming loose the rope.

Lang Ming struggled to stand up, but his butt twitched, and he almost fell to the ground again, and was quickly supported by the servant who was waiting beside him.

Then the two servants took the two of them to the study.

Seeing the three drifting away, Zhong Ci nodded in satisfaction.

That's right.

It is for his own good to study diligently and gain fame.

"I think if Brother Lang Jing has a spirit in heaven, he should be happy about this."

Zhong Ci sighed in his heart, then pulled Sister Mei who was beside him, and embraced her in his arms.

Seeing the worried expression on this woman's face, he stretched out his hand to caress her cheek, and said with a slight smile, "Sister Mei, don't worry, don't worry, I have already ordered you to go down, and the doctor from Jiyangtang will give you a hand." If Lang Ming bandages the wound, it won't hurt his body."

"En." Hearing this, Sister Mei breathed a sigh of relief, and then said, "It really bothered you. Lang Ming wanted to be a hero since he was a child, and he has a stubborn temper that I can hardly discipline. Thank you, husband."

"It's okay. Since I promised to take care of you and Lang Ming, I will definitely do it. This is what I should do." Zhong Ci shook his head, and then smiled: "But Sister Mei said she would thank me, so what exactly are you going to do? Thank you?"

Feeling the hands that penetrated deep into her chest, Sister Mei's face suddenly turned red.

The husband in front of me is good at everything, but he is older and longer than Lang Jing, and he is too lewd.

"It's still daytime..." Her voice was as thin as a mosquito.

Zhong Ci chuckled, but didn't take it seriously: "It's only during the day, Sister Mei, you are so beautiful, I can see clearly during the day."

Done.

He laughed, picked up Sister Mei, and went to their bedroom together.

Time is like water, passing by so plainly and slowly.

Zhong Ci took over Lang Ming's education.

Before Lang Ming was ten years old, Zhong Ci had been teaching Lang Ming how to read and write, and at the same time explained to him some strange things to broaden his horizons.

At the same time, he gave Lang Ming some elixir and spiritual things, which improved his aptitude, increased his background, and made his body more suitable for practicing the power of wind.

So, after the age of ten.

In Lang Ming's surprised and shocked eyes, Zhong Ci took off his mask and told the other party the fact that he is a chivalrous man.

Then, amidst Lang Ming's complicated emotions, Zhong Ci began to teach Xia Lan the way of practice.

Fifteen years have passed in the blink of an eye.

This year.

Lang Ming just came of age.

It was also this year that, relying on the blood of wind in his body, Lang Ming finally succeeded in breaking through to the realm of golden elixir, and the power of his blood was finally achieved.

Also this year.

Lang Ming, who has obtained the honor of Juren, is about to take part in the Chunwei, to participate in the Jinshi test. As long as he can pass the Jinshi exam, he can become an official, honor his ancestors, and inherit the incense of the Lang family.

Sister Mei's wish is finally coming true.

And finally this year.

There are more and more Rakshasa everywhere, and the current situation is getting more and more turbulent. Finally, on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month of this year, a tragedy happened that shocked the world.

Thousands of Rakshasa suddenly gathered, and then captured Kuizhou City, killing tens of thousands of residents in the city.

After the news spread.

Whether it was the mortal court or the high and mighty Jiugongling, they were finally furious and frightened.

However, no matter how chaotic the outside world is, at this time in Xiaoyanggang, in this small Zhongfu, a small farewell party has come to an end.

In front of the house.

Lang Ming, who has grown up, is dressed in green clothes, with a green belt on his head and a jade hairpin, standing in front of the door with extraordinary grace.

"Tomorrow, it's a long way to go to the capital, and the world is so chaotic, you must be extremely careful." Sister Mei, who is already in her thirties and not in her prime, holds Lang Ming's hand at this time, saying a word Admonish in the language.

"If it's really dangerous, then don't take the exam and just turn around and come back. You're still young, so you'll be fine if you wait another three years."

Lang Ming waited for his mother to finish speaking with a smile on his face, and then said gently: "Mom, don't worry, don't you know my strength yet? What dangers can harm me?"

Don't worry, this time I will definitely get a Jinshi to come back, and when the time comes, I will wear a red official robe and let you be an official old lady. "

Seeing what Sister Mei wanted to say, Zhong Ci, who was standing beside her, patted Sister Mei on the shoulder and said, "Okay, Sister Mei, it's getting late, if you drag it on, tomorrow will be late." , can’t make it to the town where we settled down.”

"Alas!" Sister Mei opened her mouth, but finally sighed and said no more.

Seeing this, Lang Ming immediately bowed to Zhong Ci and Sister Mei, then mounted the big red horse behind him, accompanied by two attendants to protect him, and left Xiaoyang Gang with the clatter of horse hooves.

The plot has slowly started, the sealed Taotie is about to escape, the fate of Lang Ming is slowly turning, the world is waiting for the appearance of a savior.

Watching Lang Ming leave, Zhong Ci took Sister Mei back to the mansion, sent him to rest, and then turned back to the study.

Sit down in the study.

Zhong Ci picked up the tea cup and took a sip, and when he put it down, a figure appeared in front of his eyes.

He was not surprised by this, but asked lightly: "How is the arrangement?"

The figure quickly replied: "According to the Lord's instructions, we have already arranged the route along the young master's path. As long as the young master passes by, the Rakshasa lurking there will appear and then attack the young master."

"En." Zhong Ci nodded lightly, and then instructed: "You have to be careful, don't release too much gap, and keep it within Lang Ming's response range, and everything must not hurt his life."

The figure replied: "The subordinates know."

"Go!" Seeing this, Zhong Ci didn't have much to say, and waved his hand to make people retreat.

The figure slowly disappeared, leaving only Zhong Ci in the room.

In the silent space, his laughter suddenly came.

"After 15 years, this day has finally come."

"Lang Ming, for you, I have given a lot of hope, you must not let me down."

After 15 years of hard work in irrigating, today, we can finally slowly harvest the fruits.

He must get the complete wind bloodline of the venerable level this time.

(End of this chapter)