Out of breath, the few people worked together to fail to chase Su Qi'er, and the latter seemed to have not used all his strength. Of course, Wei Zigeng, the former, had not used his mysterious and bizarre light skills.

"Oh, Su Qi'er, the light skills are really amazing. The little girl admires them very much." Wei Ziqing said weakly with his waist bent.

Back in the dilapidated temple, several people found rice paper everywhere on the ground, with densely written on it. Su Qier hurriedly picked up the paper scattered all over the ground and stuffed it under the dead grass where he was sleeping.

"I just told me why you asked me for rice paper and brush some time ago. It turned out that I was practicing calligraphy secretly."

Wei Zigeng smiled and moved his eyes away from the pile of hay, restraining his curiosity and not thinking about those things.

"Su Qi'er, do you want to go to the city? Our Jianghu Inn can arrange a place to live for you, and you don't need to spend money. How about it?"

Wei Ziqing looked at the dead grass all over the ground, and she felt a little reluctant. She was an extremely kind girl. Although she was careless, she had nothing to say about her friends.

"No need, I'm an idle cloud and a wild crane. I'm used to living here. I suddenly slept on a soft bed and covered with cotton. I'm not used to it."

Su Qier smiled and refused to be kind. In fact, this was not the first time he talked about this, but he refused them all. Wei Zigeng thought about it carefully, it seemed that Su Qier had never entered Yuzhou City, even if he had never approached it.

Yuyu Building, the top floor of this world-famous fairyland, has a young man in white. He has a head of black hair tied with a white jade hairpin, and a few long hair hanging from his temples. His face is like a crown of jade and his lips are as thin as carved. He is an extremely handsome man.

At this moment, he was half-squinting his eyes and leaning against the seat. There was a little dust on his white clothes. In front of him was a chessboard. There was an endgame on the chessboard, and the white chess was already at a disadvantage.

"Pu"

A white chess piece fell on the chessboard out of thin air. The young man slowly opened his eyes when he heard the sound of the stutter. These eyes seemed as clear as water, as if he could see through everything in the world, and a victor's arc was raised at the corner of his mouth.

"I'll lose one son in two years, old guy, please let me wait."

The young man patted the dust on his body, picked up a piece from the chess box, thought for a while, and then fell down solemnly.

"The most important piece has arrived, I will definitely win this game."

The young man muttered to himself to the empty opposite, a white air was suspended in the air and had not fallen for a long time.

The young man slowly stood up and came to the viewing platform with a crackling sound of bones, overlooking the entire Yuzhou City.

"This game that has been played for fourteen years is about to end."

"Pu"

On the chessboard behind him, Bai Zi fell down, and the young man turned his head with interest. With the move, the situation of the entire chess game suddenly changed. Bai Zi found a breakthrough in the siege of blackzi and fought out a bloody path.

"If you put it to death, you will live? Killing 800 enemies will only hurt one thousand of them."

The young man came to the chessboard and picked up a piece. This time he frowned his delicate brows and was unable to make a move.

The ancestor of Yuyulou, the true king of Taixuan, Lin Zhumao, is the first-class immortal realm.

In the evening, the three of them returned to Yuzhou City and parted ways at the entrance of Jianghu Inn. Zhou Ying lived in the inner city and went from the inn to the inner city. It took at least half an hour to walk.

"Young shopkeeper, the shopkeeper has something to come to you, and now I'm waiting in the study."

The brother and sister looked at each other and saw doubts from each other's eyes. The girl was sensible and didn't ask any more questions, but just asked the place where the woman in red came from today.

"Brother, I'll go and chat with Aunt Third first."

Wei Zigeng nodded and knocked on the shopkeeper's study room.

Wearing a black cloak, the tall middle-aged man sat upright behind the big case, holding a geography book in his hand. When he heard the sound of the door opening, the middle-aged man did not raise his head, but just stretched out his hand to signal the young shopkeeper to sit down.

"Dad? Are you looking for me?"

For the young shopkeeper, the prestige of the big shopkeeper is not very high. Almost every person in the inn comes from Wei Xian's name, and even Su Qier, who has traveled around the world, once said.

"Wei Xian, the shopkeeper of Jianghu Inn, this name is well-known even in Lingzhou City, which is thousands of miles away."

When the young man heard the inquiry, the middle-aged man clasped his geography and looked up with a kind smile.

"Zi Geng, for your father, there is something you need to go to the world."

"Um?"

It was like a thunder thunder exploding in Wei Zigeng's heart, making the boy stunned and confused.

The shopkeeper was not surprised by his expression and said with a smile: "Did you see that woman today?"

The boy nodded, and the shopkeeper continued, "She was right. She is indeed your mother's sister, you and Ziqing's aunt, she..."

Before the shopkeeper finished speaking, the young man interrupted and said:

"Dad, can you tell me about your mother's affairs? Ziqing and I have never asked for so many years. First, we have long regarded Aunt Feng as our mother, and second, we are afraid that you will not be able to let go of your heart when you are dad."

Looking at the firm eyes of the young shopkeeper in front of him, the shopkeeper remembered the two spiritual positions engraved with "beloved son" and "beloved daughter", and was a little dazed, and then he recovered.

"Okay, I'll tell you about your mother."

Wei Xian personally poured a cup of tea for Wei Zigeng. The dim candlelight swayed in the room. The father and son sat opposite each other and drank tea. This was the first time in fourteen years.

"Your mother, she is a very good woman. She was born in the Yan family in Zhangzhou. The contemporary Yanshenggong is your old master. In her early years, she was trained as the orthodox heir of Confucianism because of her talent. She became the most famous female scholar in Wenlin at that time. She studied to the border. That year, she saw the suffering of people's livelihood and knew that studying could not change the current situation of the people. The barbarians invaded, burned, killed, looted, and she was full of knowledge but said she would not leave the plunder's iron hoof.

So she resolutely gave up studying. When Wenlin sighed that there was a female bachelor's degree, she changed her martial arts practice. That year she was sixteen years old. No matter what she did, she was talented, entered the country in one year, entered the fourth level of the Central Level in three years, becoming the youngest female sword cultivator in the fourth level of the Central Level in the world. The flying sword killed all the unfair things in the world. Everyone in the world admired this legendary female sword immortal. When she was twenty-two years old, she met your father, and then you will be there."

Wei Xian took a sip of tea and looked at the bright moon outside the window. He seemed to be back in that era. Wei Zigeng kept frowning, trying to make up for a specific image in his mind.

A flying sword was in front of him, and a woman stood on the spine of the sword. Her face was somewhat similar to her sister. Her eyebrows were a little red, and she was dressed in white. She held her hands behind her back and pinched the sword skills with the other hand. She looked at the boy in front of her with a doting smile and murmured.

"Zi Geng, you have grown up."

For so many years, this is the first time that a boy has a specific image of his biological mother in his mind, and he has so many thoughts that he has not been able to listen to the mistakes in his father's previous words.

The boy shook his head, took back his dispersed thoughts, and turned to the middle-aged man and said.

"Dad, how did my mother die?"

The middle-aged man's expression remains unchanged and he gives himself a cup of tea.

"I can't tell you this, you have to go through the world."

The boy stood up and said to the middle-aged man, his tone extremely firm.

"Dad, what do you need me to do?"

Without saying much nonsense, the middle-aged man took out a gray strip of cloth bag from under the desk, which was more than three feet long and placed it in front of the boy.

The boy took the cloth bag, which contained three metal sticks and a scarlet gun tip.

"This is……"

Looking at the stick in front of him, the boy was speechless for a moment. This was a spear.

"This gun is called Lixue. Your mother once joined the army, and this gun is what your mother once owned, and it is now delivered to you."

Hearing this, the young man slowly stood up, holding the spear in his hand, and thoughts surged in his heart. This was his mother's relics.

"For some reason, your aunt left a pen of the destiny of the literary saint at Chang'an Zhenguo Temple. This object was used by the first generation of the literary saint to portray mountains, rivers and veins, and to use it for the imperial edict to enthrone the righteous god of mountains and rivers. It is extremely important and you need to take it back."

"The God of Mountains and Waters? Are there really gods in this world?"

When the middle-aged man heard the young man’s question, he smiled and said, “The righteous gods of mountains and rivers are actually the same as those of the officials in the court. The emperors on earth rule the world and lead the land to the shores of the land. Is it the same as the monsters of the mountains and lakes? They rely on a certain Fengshui treasure land to practice. Only when the court allows them can they enjoy the incense and worship. Otherwise, without the golden body of the temple, they will disappear by themselves over time. Therefore, the imperial court also needs to be enthroned to be justified.”

The boy nodded, and the blood-hard gun in his hand was particularly heavy.

The middle-aged shopkeeper took out two more secret books, one for the "Battle King's Armor Removal" and the other for the thread-bound book with a blue cover, with four words written on the cover "The Remnant Chapter of Use of the Usage".

"Zi Geng, with your talent, you will be able to be that pen of Wen Sheng's pen within three years."

The boy walked out of the room with a secret book and a bloody gun. Before going out, Wei Xian said to him:

"Your light skills can save Ziqing."

Wei Zigeng, who had one foot out of the room, burst into tears when he heard his father's words.

Seven years ago, the shopkeeper asked his children to practice martial arts, and his daughter happily agreed, but Wei Zigeng, the eldest son, didn't want to learn it. He thought it was good to be a idle young shopkeeper. The shopkeeper was just helpless, but he did not force it.

Later, the girl's talent in martial arts was gradually revealed. In less than a year of practicing martial arts, she almost reached the threshold of the third-grade Hidden Yuan Realm. The three-foot Qingfeng was at ease in her hands.

The following spring, the peach blossoms were in full bloom in the courtyard. In order to show what she learned to her brother, the girl jumped up to the branch and wanted to pick the peach blossom on the top, but she slipped under her feet and fell from the branch. It was not supposed to be a big deal, but a broken branch from somewhere was penetrated through her right wrist. Fortunately, Mr. Zhou had outstanding medical skills, otherwise his right hand would be difficult to protect, which became a hurdle that Wei Xian and Mr. Zhou could not overcome.

Although Ziqing's right hand is no different from that of ordinary people, she has no chance of picking up the sword. She completely gave up her favorite three-foot Qingfeng. She witnessed her sister falling from the branch and knew that she would often take out the long sword hidden by the bedside late at night and constantly wipe the sword body and do nothing by herself. Since then, she has followed Gui Xiaoer to practice light skills, just to be able to save the closest person around her at a critical moment one day.

"I know, I have known for a long time, but whenever I see Ziqing's face that is always smiling and her right hand that trembles from time to time, I can't forgive myself. She is my real sister, and I don't protect her."

Just because I saw this world a moment earlier than her, I was destined to protect her forever.

After the boy finished speaking, he didn't stop. The middle-aged man looked at the boy's back and thoughts were filled with thoughts.

"Damn it, go and have a drink with the old scholar Zhou Fangru!"

It was almost the hour of the 19th, and Wei Xian walked into the city with a pot of Guangjiu Minglou, which had just been delivered by the Jade Wine Floor. Next to him was Yan Xin, a beautiful woman in red, who followed her to meet her old friend who had been away for a long time.

Zhou's house is a three-entry courtyard, which is extremely elegant and looks particularly quiet even in the downtown area. There is a small pavilion on the right side of the yard, and the servants bring seats and wine and food. Few people come to this yard, so those who can let their husbands prepare wine and food in person must be close friends.

Seeing Wei Xian bring Yan Xin to visit, the family had no time to prepare wine and food, so they could only cook for a while.

A gentleman is far away from the kitchen, which is not applicable to Fang Ru. He is a man from the martial arts world first, and then a scholar.

"Where is Jade Zhou? Why didn't she come out?" After saying that, he turned to Yan Xin beside him and said, "Jiade Zhou and my incompetent son have a good impression of each other, but they haven't explained it, which makes him very embarrassed."

When he heard Wei Xian coming to Zhou's house, the first thing he did was not to greet him, but to introduce his daughter to Yan Xin, which was quite a headache. But he couldn't say anything, and his daughter's thoughts would be known by his father.

"Zhou Ying is annotating the book I just arrived at the beginning of the year. I originally did this, but she has taken this job since last autumn."

Mr. Zhou's plain explanation shocked Yan Xin. She also came from a Confucian family and knew very well how important it is to annotate books, but is it really OK to let a girl comment?

"Fang Ru, how old is my beloved daughter now?"
To be continued...