How can there be a brother in the rivers and lakes to have fun?

The more he laughed, the deeper Feng Heming's heart sank.Until he finally stopped laughing, and slowly said: "But Heming, my father doesn't seem to have taught you that small things make big mistakes. You let him into the bamboo forest, and secretly ordered the dead man not to move, and now he is set on fire. I have worked so hard for my father for so many years, so what should I do if the gain outweighs the loss?"

Feng Heming clenched his fists unintentionally, and finally heard Feng Guoliu say slowly:

"However, He Ming, you have indeed done a good thing."

Feng Heming was a little astonished, so he heard Feng Guoliu continue:

"Go ahead, order someone to spread the news, and say that the leader of the Demon Cult, Shui Fengqing Kui, attacked Zheliu Mountain Villa at night, and I was seriously injured. Now you want to avenge your father, and you are willing to join forces with righteous colleagues to defeat the Demon Cult against Heaven's Destiny. Since If you are in Jianmen, please tell your senior brother who is in charge, if the allied forces of the righteous way lose Jianmen, then Lingxu's reputation as the leader of the righteous way of Jianmen will be in vain."

He said with a happy smile on his lips.Feng Heming was startled secretly, but he couldn't think of Ruojian Qianshan facing Shangshui Fengqing or Xingheying... However, he calmed down and asked the key question:

"But father, we don't even know where the defying destiny is hiding..."

"It's okay if you don't know." Feng Guoliu laughed, "Your elder brother knows."

Feng Heming was naturally even more puzzled, how could Jian Qianshan know where the Mandate of Heaven was?

As if disappointed by his son's stupidity, he sighed: "Heming, it's not that he really knows, but everyone thinks he should know."

He should know... yes, the leader of the Demon Cult is his biological father, and the young master of the Demon Cult is his younger brother. Of course he is the one who should know where the Demon Cult is.A chill rushed down the spine and into the back of his head, making him sober as if a basin of cold water had been poured on him.

Wind Guoliu's voice was light and joyful: "Heming, since you have been in Jianmen for so long, you should know that there is a saying in the "Tao Te Ching", 'Tai Shang, I don't know it'. If you want to achieve great things, you shouldn't be here. Show traces in front of people. Let everyone in the Jianghu think that everything is their own decision, isn't that good?"

Feng Heming only felt the cold sweat dripping from his back soaking through his clothes, he really couldn't understand what Feng Guoliu meant.However, Feng Guoliu really liked his dullness, as if he was helpless, but there was some lightness in his voice:

"Heming, you will understand. It's getting late, go and rest."

"Yes……"

"Ah." Before Feng Heming got up, he suddenly opened his mouth again as if he wanted to say something. Feng Heming was about to get up, but at this moment he was a little stiff and maintained his kneeling position.He is satisfied with such obedience, with a little smile:

"People are old, and their memory is bad. He Ming—" His voice seemed to be stretched for a moment, in order to highlight the importance of his next sentence.As if there was a moment of silence, Feng Guoliu finally spoke again, every word seemed like a hammer:

"Heming, your master's heart, when do you plan to bring it to your father?"

Feng Heming's breathing almost stopped at this moment.

Then Feng Guoliu seemed to be just asking casually, and changed the next topic: "He Ming, since it is decided to crusade against the Demon Cult, it is a big matter, so you should prepare more things in the Jianghu in recent days. As for your mother, you also met her a few days ago. She needs to rest, so don't bother her every day. "

Feng Heming's heart sank.

"Yes." He heard his own voice, and followed his father's order obediently and calmly.However, he quickly regained his senses, and looked up at the dark corner of the room, "My son is leaving for Jianmen tomorrow, father, before we leave tomorrow, is it okay for my son to say goodbye to his mother?"

silence.However, that was only for a moment, and then Fengguo Liu suddenly smiled: "Okay. Heming, tomorrow is your 24th birthday, right? This time, I will treat it as a gift for my father."

So I just turned 24 this year?I thought I was half buried in the ground.Feng Heming laughed at himself from the bottom of his heart, he tried to laugh, but in fact he did succeed in ordering his face to draw an arc.The fire in the bamboo forest had been brought under control, he suddenly thought wearily, it's a pity that the fire didn't destroy everything.

The cold wind cut people's faces like a knife.Jian Qianshan put the last piece of tile in its proper place, and then lightly jumped off the roof, not even paying attention to the plaster on the corner of his clothes.He was wearing simple coarse clothes, with only a whisk around his waist.Waiting in the yard were two old men. Seeing that he came down unharmed, An felt a sigh of relief. The old lady brought him a cup of hot water:

"Young man, you are tired, drink some hot water, alas, there is no tea at home..."

"It's okay." Jian Qianshan raised the corners of his lips slightly, a little stiffly, but obviously he really wanted to laugh.He took the hot water from the old man with both hands.The old man fortress gave him a handful of copper coins, but he avoided it, then reached out and took a copper plate from the old man's hand:

"Old man, that's enough."

After all, he tried his best to show gentleness and give the old man a smile.However, he still smiled stiffly, a little disappointed, and after returning the teacup to the old woman, he bowed his hands and left the small courtyard.

The cold wind was very cold, but he didn't feel that way, and he was still wearing simple single clothes. The "Nanhua Jing" has a cloud, the most virtuous, the cold and heat can not harm.At the eighth stage of the sword art, there is actually no need for cold and heat.At this time, he was wearing a short and coarse shirt. If it wasn't for the whisk hanging around his waist, probably no one would think he was a Taoist priest. The clothes clearly looked more like a mason.There were not many people on the road, so he held the whisk in one hand and walked towards Changyun Peak step by step.

The wind speed suddenly picked up, and he smelled a scent in the wind, so he slapped the whisk behind him.The scent immediately swirled around to his left side, before he could react, it touched his temple.

He obviously didn't know the cold and heat, but he suddenly felt that it was as warm as if it was on fire.Jian Qianshan was stunned for a moment, then immediately withdrew his thoughts, ignored Xingheying's hand on his shoulder, and continued walking on his own.A scent of hibiscus chased after him, it was Xingheying's clothes.Jian Qianshan felt that the smell was like a coquettish peacock that was spreading its tail everywhere, which made him want to pin it on the ground to pluck its hair and then put it in the pot to make soup.However, the flower peacock was still unconscious, and followed him with the scent of hibiscus. While quietly smelling the lingering sandalwood scent on Jian Qianshan, he said with a smile:

"Hey, Taoist priest, I haven't seen you for a long time, why don't you say you miss me when you see me?"

Jian Qianshan didn't frown, his face was neither happy nor angry, he just said lightly: "The legs grow on your body, it's your business to come and go freely, why should you be so poor and worry about it."

"Yo yo, Daoist, what you said sounds like you're jealous." Xingheying said as he stretched out his hand to pinch a whisk hair, and didn't pull it deliberately, just as if he was looking for something to grab and play with, "Speaking Ah, Taoist priest, why do you come out to fix roofs for others? Do you do good deeds? Jianmen is not short of money, so you don’t have to pay for disaster relief?”

Jian Qianshan's steps paused for a while, and then Xingheying suddenly laughed, with a look of sudden realization——

"Oh, Daoist, you don't do good deeds for your irresponsible parents, do you? You said that you should pay their debts, so you can't use Jianmen's things to pay your own debts? "

Jian Qianshan didn't speak, but only slightly quickened his pace.However, Xingheying still chased after him with a playful smile: "Master Taoist, people say that filial piety is the first thing to do, otherwise you will go back to the Devil's Cult with me and beat your ineffective father's shoulders and legs. , save you some trouble!"

Jian Qianshan glanced at him again, his eyes were calm and peaceful, neither happy nor angry.It's just that Xingheying thinks that, actually, those eyes look deep, and they can see resentment, even though he said it very calmly:

"Poverty doesn't need it."