Tiansheng 15 years

"He really doesn't need to."

Liang Feiqin looked at Lord Qianwei with an unbelievable look, and said tremblingly, "No way. Uncle Master, you are not on the disciple's side." Then he lowered his eyes sadly, and said in a resentful tone: " Is the disciple really that bad?"

Qianwei Jun smiled lightly, patted Liang Feiqin on the shoulder, and said, "Desu is not bad, but it's not good when compared with your guard Luo."

Although Luo Yang was only ten years older than Liang Feiqin, his cultivation and talent were a step above his master's.Although Luo Yang formed the alchemy at a young age, he unexpectedly did not listen to the persuasion of the elders in the mountain. Instead, he continued to be loyal to his master with his usual posture, just like before he formed the alchemy.

"Master Uncle told the truth is not pleasant, but Desu knows it is the truth, doesn't he?" Qianwei Jun pointed to the mutton fat jade pendant in Liang Feiqin's hand, and asked curiously: "Are you okay to play with a jade pendant?" What are you doing? Does it have any enmity with you?" Holding the jade pendant in his hand, he was about to crush it, but he seemed to be worried about something, and he didn't really crush it.

Liang Fei snorted softly, and said displeasedly, "It's just not pleasing to the eye." It's just a jade pendant, is it worth cherishing like this?How many good things did he send, and the result?I never got a word of no use, and he never gave me a word of thanks.How could he not be angry and annoyed by this?

Lord Qianwei said: "Since it doesn't look pleasing to the eye, just throw it away. Don't you think it's an eyesore when you hold it in your hand?" He is really old, and the children's thoughts can't be seen clearly.

"No." Liang Feiqin retorted without thinking, "You can't throw it away. If you throw it away, he will..." Sad.He closed his mouth in great distress, and kept rubbing the jade pendant with his hand, but he didn't have the strength to crush it.

"Him?" Mr. Qianwei thought for a while, and then understood.He said clearly: "Is it the guard Luo? No wonder you are so entangled." It turned out that he had a quarrel with his own guard!He smiled lightly, and said in a nostalgic tone: "Thinking back in the past, your uncle and I were the same." When he was young, his face was thin, and the hidden friendship in his heart was usually unable to be expressed to important people.He was then, and so are his descendants now.

"Has Master Uncle Grandpa ever had a fight with Master Shen Lin? Why?" Curiosity arose, and he didn't care about Qianwei Jun saying that his Luo Yang was having a fight.

Whoever got into trouble with him, obviously he was wrong, obviously he was angry with him because of a jade pendant.

Mr. Qianwei said inscrutablely: "Guess!" At the same time, he gave the younger generation a violent shudder.

Liang Feiqin rubbed his forehead that didn't hurt, and muttered indistinctly: "No guessing." Is it annoying to guess again and again?He has limited patience and really doesn't like wasting time.

"What are you muttering about?" Qianwei Jun glanced at the jade pendant in his hand, and said suspiciously: "However, this jade pendant looks familiar!" It seems that he has seen it somewhere, but he just can't remember where he saw it.

Liang Feiqin snorted disdainfully, and said: "Wealth and wealth will overflow the world for thousands of years. Peace and joy, year after year. This is sold in Xiu'an Square in the fourth year of Yong'an. It is only 18 yuan, but it is the old master who often came. The last batch carved." The value is extraordinary and the significance is extraordinary.

"No wonder." No wonder he felt familiar, because he also has a jade work by Master Chang Lai, but it is not a jade pendant, but a twelve-leaf four-season landscape screen.On it, the landscapes of the four seasons are vivid and beautiful, as if the real landscapes are reflected.

"Whose is this?" Wing'an four years, it is said that it has been more than 200 years.

Xiu'an Square is still here today, but it has not seen its glory days.Xiu'anfang, which has lost Master Chang Lai, has deteriorated year after year. Although it hasn't fallen down, the inside has become dilapidated.In the past few years, the owner of Xiu’an Square is not willing to disappear. He invites masters with good craftsmanship everywhere, and spends a lot of money to buy back the treasures they sold back then. He said to the outside world that he is grateful for the hard work of his own masters and wants to build a treasure house. , for memory.

After spending a lot of money in Xiu'an Square, they actually bought back a few treasures, but none of the really rare treasures were bought back.And the reason is that the owners of rare treasures really don't care about the money. Those people are either giants, or masters of many generations, and there is an existence that they are usually difficult to touch-Xianmen.

The owners of rare treasures are important cultivators in the fairy gate. They would rather put the priceless treasures in the eyes of the world into ashes than sell them.One is that they don't need it, but because of face.

Face is worthless in the eyes of nothing, but in the eyes of some people with status and status, it is something that is both necessary and unnecessary.

Needing is because of one's own ability, and not needing is because of one's own ability.

The owner of Xiu'an Fang also knew that it would be very difficult to buy back the treasures from those people, and he was afraid that after buying them back with low-handed means, those people would hack Xiu'an Fang in a fit of anger.Therefore, the owner of Xiu'an Square can only focus on producing good works by the newly invited masters, and can't do anything else.

Liang Feiqin casually tossed the jade pendant in his hand, and replied: "Luo Yang's." In preparation, it was given to Luo Yang by someone else, and then he took it when he saw it.

Lord Qianwei said disapprovingly: "Jade is fragile, you shouldn't play with it like this."

"Thank you, master and uncle, for your teaching. This disciple has a good idea." Liang Feiqin cupped his hands casually, and put the jade pendant back into his sleeve.At the same time, he asked the question that was suppressed from the evening until now, and he said, "Master Uncle, where did Master Shen Lin go?" Thinking of the scene he saw outside Qianweijun's courtyard when he was walking in the evening, there were many barriers, and in case Everything is difficult.Liang Feiqin wanted to lay down this heavy barrier, and Lord Qianwei was not there, so what was trapped inside and what was alive to protect.

He thought wildly for half an hour, and then met his nephew Wu Yan who was also taking a walk. They chatted absently for a few words, and then wandered aimlessly in Shuijiang Pavilion together.Until he inadvertently felt Qianweijun's spiritual power flowing outside the courtyard wall, and with a flick of his heart, he climbed onto the courtyard wall. After waiting on the courtyard wall for a while, he saw the slow pace and Mr. Qianwei is here.

He stopped Qianweijun and sent his nephew away. Liang Feiqin followed behind his uncle, playing with the jade pendant he had brought from Luo Yang in the afternoon.

The jade pendant is warm and delicate to the touch, a bit more moist than the freshest lychees in Lingnan.He was playing with the jade pendant, remembering Luo Yang's displeased expression when he was taken away, he felt unhappy but also a little bit happy.

Before he had time to think about it, he was interrupted by the slowly falling gauze curtain in front of him.He stuffed the jade pendant into his waist, lifted the curtain, looked at the figure with his back to him, chuckled lightly, put his arms around the man's shoulders, and asked softly, "Are you angry?"

The man didn't respond, but just let him surround him without moving, without saying a word, and without moving or resisting him.After a while like this, the doctor came to apply the medicine, he could only let go of him helplessly, and gave the doctor a dissatisfied look.

After being glared at by him, the doctor was in a daze, and the movements of his hands became slower and slower.After the medicine was ready, Luo Yang broke out a thin layer of sweat which was rare.After volunteering to wipe off Luo Yang's sweat, he left the room on the pretext of being hungry.

It was dusk, and the lights were not lit.He stood in the corridor, and pressed the back of his hand to his cheek, which was very hot.He took a long breath and said to himself: "I must be sick, I must be." After standing in the corridor again, he hurriedly left the courtyard and walked towards the dining hall.

As night fell, the spring breeze was blowing gently, and the figure standing in front of the window did not move for a long time, and then left the window in a suspicious voice.

Bo Yan squatted in front of the bed, looking at the person resting with his eyes closed, he had doubts one after another, but he had no one to answer him, so he could only keep it in his heart.

Did he read it right?I think should not be?Shouldn't it be?He must have read it wrong, right?

Bo Yan kept denying himself in his heart, but under the twilight, the red earlobes appeared one after another in front of his eyes, making him want to forget but never forget.

He really wanted to wake Luo Yang up, but he didn't dare to disturb his rest. He was so entangled for a moment that he couldn't help but look at him helplessly, and the expression on his face kept changing.

Luo Yang is unaware of Bo Yan's entanglement, and he is deeply trapped in a long-awaited nightmare.

The woman in front of her looks like a spring breeze blowing dew, her brows are like distant mountains with affection, and her pair of water-like eyes contain a world-shattering madness.

"Mother." This call did not result in the woman's warm treatment, but the tighter fingers on the neck showed the woman's madness to the bone.

The fingers tightened tighter and tighter, and it became more difficult to breathe. Knowing that the eyes were dark, what I could feel was still an inescapable suffocation.

An exclamation was followed by life-saving air.He was lifted up, and after probing his nose, he was put on the ground.He heard an old female voice say: "Ah Luo, if you kill him, you will only reveal what you have been trying to hide. Listen to your mother's persuasion and throw him down the mountain, okay?"

"No, he is my child and always will be."

He heard a thin rebuttal, and then a heartbreaking, desperate sob.He moved his thin fingers, but was finally dragged into the dark abyss.

"Mother."

"What? Mother? Luo Yang, wake up, what did you dream about?" Bo Yan put his hand on Luo Yang's shoulder hesitantly, and before he could make a move, a pair of eyes colder than ice and snow met out of his eyes.He was so frightened that he stepped back, and his calf bumped into the little bed beside the bed, and he gasped in pain due to the pain.

"Guard Bo." Luo Yang greeted coldly, then closed his eyes and went to rest again.

"Wait, don't sleep yet, I have something to tell you." Bo Yan sat down, resting his chin with his hands, with an expression that he had something important to say.

"What's the matter?"

"What's the matter?"