Something is wrong with Jian Zun

With Xie Ming's temperament, his attitude towards things has always been clear:

Either keep silent, or confess frankly.

But Chu Zhaoliu didn't expect him to be so calm.

Even made fun of him!

This kind of feeling is not as overwhelming as sitting with Xie Ming and listening to the group of Lalang masters in the folk talk about their little Huangben.

A wave of enthusiasm crept up his cheeks, Chu Zhaoliu fanned his fan frantically, and sneakily looked at Xie Ming out of the corner of his eyes, seeing that Sect Master Xie's expression remained unmoved, and he was not at all moved by Chu Xun's nonsense, he suddenly realized.

He and Xie Ming are also considered friends, between friends, why bother about such things?Anyway, the words didn't come out of his mouth.

Xie Ming is not embarrassed, why is he embarrassed.

After convincing himself with some rhetoric, Chu Zhaoliu quickly calmed down again, and spoke again as if nothing had happened: "Did you find anything over there?"

Really good at self-soothing.

Xie Ming glanced at his earlobe, which was so red that it was the same color as the earring, rubbed it with his fingertips unconsciously, and said calmly when he said, "No. It's you who seem to be lazy all the time."

Chu Zhaoliu gave him a displeased look: "Didn't you hear it all, and it's not what I like to do."

After a pause, he suddenly remembered something and turned pale with shock: "Wait, when you were listening to the corner of the wall just now, the little friend in your pocket..."

This is less than a month old, don't be carried away!

Xie Ming's tone was unremarkable, and he took out the sleeping little yellow-feathered bird from his sleeve, "Stunned."

Chu Zhaoliu: "...I really don't know whether I should praise you or not."

Facing Xie Ming's suspicious eyes, Chu Zhaoliu sighed, and sincerely suggested: "Xie San, it's better not to bring children with you in the future."

While the two were talking, they passed through a clump of woods, and the front suddenly opened up. Under the deep moonlight, an ancient stone tablet was shining brightly.

Half of the stele has been buried in the soil, with dead vines wrapped around it and thick moss, if you are not careful, you will ignore it.

Seeing that Xie Ming pulled out Minghong, looking like he was about to clean up, Chu Zhaoliu took out a fire starter from the ring, and quickly cut off the work: "Please do me a favor, don't bother Minghong."

Minghong trembled aggrievedly, as if responding to Chu Zhaoliu.

Xie Ming glanced at Minghong coolly, and pursed the corners of his lips.

A handful of fire talismans fell on the stone tablet, and the fire burst into flames, burning the moss and dead vines in the blink of an eye.

Chu Zhaoliu snapped his fingers again, and a gust of wind came in response to the sound. They worked together to blow away the dust, and the entire stele was revealed again. The ancient and mysterious characters also revealed their structure little by little under the moonlight, perhaps because of the time. With feng shui erosion, the writing is illegible.

Near the stele are small pools with dead branches and rotten leaves, and there are not many places to stay. Chu Zhaoliu walked over in two or three steps, stroked his chin and looked at it: "I didn't expect it to be so. Brother Xie, come quickly."

The sound of footsteps came from behind, and then the cool and fragrant Lengxiang approached.

Perhaps it was because the place where the foothold was too narrow, Xie Ming stuck a little closer, and recognized it with downcast eyes: "Confer... the key."

"Ok?"

Xie Ming tilted his head, and the cold breath brushed against his ears, because of the closeness, even the voice that fell into his ears was extraordinarily magnetic: "I only know two words, does Elder Chu have any ideas? "

Inexplicably, Chu Zhaoliu's ears felt weak, and he avoided the side embarrassingly: "I'm afraid you won't remember what my grades were in ancient characters."

A smile rarely flashed across Xie Ming's eyes.

Of course he remembers.

Although Chu Zhaoliu and Gu Junyi could not live in peace on Fuyue Mountain, one of them was a master of miscellaneous studies and the other was a master of swordsmanship. The elders who taught Fuyue Mountain at that time loved and hated each other. The only one who could make use of it was The ancient writing class is over, and Chu Zhaoliu will be left to write a few more words in each class.

"I can only copy it down, and wait for the bamboo master to recommend Gao Ming."

Chu Zhaoliu watched it a few more times, and the more he looked at it, the more he didn't understand these words, so he had to give up, copied it down again, clapped his hands and said happily, "Since this matter is over, we should go too."

A voice suddenly came from behind: "I came here specially, don't you want to visit your parents' old residence?"

Chu Zhaoliu had already noticed the person hiding in the dark, but he didn't expect that the other person would come out, he half-closed his eyes, and turned his head: "What am I doing, it seems that it's not your turn to speak up, Patriarch Chu. "

Chu Jingchi came out from the shadow at the bottom of the tree, looked at Chu Zhaoliu's proud and lazy appearance, a slight disgust floated between his brows: "You and your father are really carved out of the same mold, both are so It's... boring."

Sometimes the brilliance of the geniuses will inevitably hurt people.

Chu Jingchi was the one who lived in the shadows for hundreds of years under the light of his younger brother.

Standing in a shadowy corner, looking at another radiant person, it is inevitable that I will feel a little dazzling.

Chu Zhaoliu smiled provocatively: "Mediocrity is a lot of trouble, why do you get bored, don't you know?"

Chu Jingchi did not become angry after being poked in the center of his mind, but showed a little tiredness: "Maybe it used to be."

Chu Zhaoliu was a little unhappy that he was so neither salty nor bland.

If Chu Jingchi jumped like Chu Xun and Chu Heyang, he would be more relieved.

The smile on the corner of his mouth faded away, and his face turned cold: "I didn't ask you to settle accounts before, but now you have bumped into it by yourself, just in time. Chu Jingchi, does the disappearance of my parents have anything to do with you? If you want to lie, Don't blame me for being cold-blooded."

Chu Jingchi stared at him: "Your spirit veins have been restored long ago. It hasn't been made public yet. Is there any hidden danger?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a slight breeze brushed away the ends of his hair, and when he regained consciousness, Chu Zhaoliu's fan had already reached his throat.

"What do you want to say?"

"Chu Xun has a bad heart and dirty methods. You can kill him, but there is no need to resort to the same methods." Chu Jing did not evade, even without blinking his eyelids, "You are Qingqu's son. I don't want you to go astray."

This elder behavior made Chu Zhaoliu even more upset, and his tone became cold: "Are you delaying time? Answer me."

"I used to be jealous of Qing Qu, but he is my real brother." Chu Jingchi looked straight into Chu Zhaoliu's eyes, paused every word, slowly and concentrating, "He used to be my only close relative in this world. When the lights go out, I will suffer no less than you."

There was a moment of silence around, and Chu Zhaoliu fell silent.

"Today, in front of my ancestors, I will return the position of Patriarch to you." Chu Jingchi paused, "As long as you don't hate the Chu family anymore."

Chu Zhaoliu was suddenly a little bored, took back his fan, dropped the words "Do I care about it?" in disdain, turned around and walked away.

Xie Ming glanced at Chu Jingchi lightly, nodded slightly, and followed Chu Zhaoliu's pace.

"Aren't we going to participate in ancestor worship?"

Facing Xie Ming, Chu Zhaoliu's tone slowed down: "There are so many noisy people, I'll bring you here when it's quieter next time."

When the words came out, I felt something was wrong.

Forget it if he comes, what does it mean to bring Xie Ming?

Fortunately, Xie Ming didn't seem to notice the loophole in his words, and asked again: "To your parents' old residence?"

Chu Zhaoliu frowned, and didn't say yes or no.

The two walked quickly, and Chu Zhaoliu talked a lot on the way. Not long after, they returned to a quiet valley of spiritual mist. Most of the people went to the dense forest. The old house hidden in the mist seemed to be only safe. The sleeping behemoth is silent.

Entering the house, passing through the front hall, turning a few more turns, and walking down a veranda, the two of them stepped into the arched door. The scene in front of them changed suddenly, and a small courtyard appeared, with strong and vivid writing on it. With ease, the words "Lanmeiyuan" are written.

Chu Zhaoliu seemed to be indifferent: "My parents' old residence."

Xie Ming glanced at him, feeling that he was awkward all the way, and raised his eyebrows slightly.

Entering the garden, you can see the withered plum trees all over the yard. Although there is no weeds, it can be seen that no one has lived there for many years, giving a sense of desolation and desolation.

If the trees in the courtyard were still alive, the garden would be so beautiful when it was full of flowers.

If it were someone else, they should have said a few words of gratitude at this time, but Chu Zhaoliu just looked at the dead trees quietly for a moment, then turned his eyes away, and led Xie Ming to a room: "Maybe I can be with my father." Find some clues in Mother's study."

Xie Ming pressed down his sleeve and poked out the thieves' head curiously, his face was as usual: "Not bad."

From the outside, the study room is only a small room, and it is only when you enter that you will realize that there is something wrong with it, and you can't see the end at a glance.

Everything in the study remains as it was more than 100 years ago. When you come in, you can see a picture of white plums, which is exactly the scene in the garden.Time seems to be frozen in this study room, the ancient books on the table are spread out, the ink on the pen has not disappeared, and there is a hastily written half letter on it, the handwriting is beautiful.

"...Tried a hundred recipes, but found nothing. Zhao'er has a strong nature, and within the Chu family, I was afraid of depression. After discussing with Qingqu, I decided to send him to the Valley of Divine Medicine..."

This is a letter that was not sent out in time. Chu Zhaoliu's parents received some news that day, and they never came back after going out.

Chu Zhaoliu looked at the letter, and then he became completely quiet.

Xie Ming said at the right time: "You look for clues, I'll go out for a walk."

Chu Zhaoliu hummed.

When his parents were still around, the cannibalistic and oppressive atmosphere of the Chu family was suppressed a lot. Once the two disappeared, they returned to the past.

Once the environment is suppressed, there will be a lot of perverts coming out. He really doesn't like staying here, and he doesn't bother to deal with other members of the Chu family.

Chu Zhaoliu was the only one left in the study, and he didn't feel any emotion, just sat in front of the desk, staring at the open letter on the desk for a while, and after a long time, he suddenly heard a light knock on the door.

"what happened?"

Chu Zhaoliu put the letter away, wondered, could it be that someone didn't have enough of Xie Ming's cold face and made a comeback again?That's too strong.

Unprepared, he went to push open the door, looked up, and froze in place.

Xie Ming was standing in the barren courtyard, and the little fat bird was standing on a dry branch with bristling hair. Seeing him coming out, Xie Ming tapped lightly, and a soft white light emerged from the cold jade-like fingertips.

Almost instantly, the garden was full of white plum blossoms, and the branches were full of new buds, which was exactly the same as the painting in the study.

Jiujiu flapped his little wings vigorously, wanting to dance with them.

It's a pity that this yellow-haired bird has never relied on those immature wings to do such a hard and arduous task since it broke its shell for half a month. It sleeps on Xie Ming's body all day long. When it fell back, the fragile branch almost couldn't support its round body, and almost broke with a click.

——If it wasn't for this stupid thing, Xie Ming standing in it would be really picturesque.

"Winter is not here yet," Xie Ming held a plum blossom in his palm, staring at Chu Zhaoliu, his voice came from among the falling white plum blossoms, faint and faint, "Let the white plum bloom for you to see first."

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Xie Ming: If you can't be a parent, you can be a flower in your palm (?)